the heavy, rhythmic thud of his footsteps was the first thing to betray him.
it was a sound youâd memorized- slow, unhurried, and entirely too heavy for the quiet of the hallway. usually, that familiar cadence brought comfort, a signal that the world was right again. but tonight, it made your heart stutter in a frantic, uneven rhythm.
then came the knock. three short, solid taps that seemed to vibrate through the wood and into your very bones.
you opened the door and immediately regretted the instinct.
sukuna stood there like a storm held in check. he was draped in a dark compression shirt that clung to the architecture of his frame with an almost offensive precision. the fabric was damp around the collar, dark patches of sweat marking where the furnace-heat of his body met the cool evening air. your brain didn't just stall..it short-circuited somewhere between the hallway-blocking breadth of his shoulders and the careless tilt of the gym bag slung over his arm.
his forearms were a map of quiet violence. loosely wrapped in boxing tape, his knuckles were roughened and scarred- details that should have been a warning, but instead felt like an invitation. his hair was a chaotic mess of damp strands, looking as though heâd spent the last hour trying to tear a heavy bag apart with his bare hands.
âyou gonna keep staring, or let me in?â
his voice was a low, sandpapered rasp that snapped the air between you.
âoh- right. yeah. sorry.â
you stepped back, but the apartment didn't feel like yours the moment he crossed the threshold. sukuna didn't just enter a room; he claimed it. he ducked his head slightly out of habit, a silent acknowledgment of a world not quite built for his scale. with him inside, the walls seemed to pull closer, the air thickening with the scent of ozone and unrefined effort.
it was deeply, life ruiningly unfair.
he dropped his bag by the couch, the heavy thud echoing the one in your chest. he turned, his eyes narrowing as they caught yours.
âyou okay?â
âyep.â you answered too fast. a jagged, brittle sound.
âyou sure?â
âmhm.â
a pause. a heartbeat. an eternity.
ââŠyouâre acting weird.â
âi am not.â
âyouâve been staring at my arms for the last thirty seconds.â
your soul nearly exited your body. âi was not.â
âyou were.â
âi literally wasnât.â
âyou are right now.â
you snapped your gaze upward, and the bastard actually looked amused. the corners of his mouth were twitching, a shadow of a grin threatening to break through his usual stoicism.
âthis is your fault,â you muttered, the words tumbling out before you could catch them.
âhow?â
âyou look-â you cut yourself off, biting your lip, but the damage was done. his brow climbed toward his hairline, slow and deliberate.
âi look what?â
he stepped closer. he didn't rush; he simply drifted into your personal space until the heat radiating off him became a physical weight. the compression shirt stretched taut over his chest as he moved, veins tracing a map down his forearms.
ââŠnothing,â you whispered.
his hand landed against the wall beside your head- a soft, muffled thud. he wasn't pinning you, not really, but the sheer gravity of him kept you rooted. his hand was immense, the boxing tape rough against the wallpaper.
âyouâre bad at lying.â
he watched the way your breath caught. his gaze flicked, heavy and knowing, across the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat where your pulse thrummed like a trapped bird, and then back to your eyes.
the realization hit him like a physical spark. âoh.â
âoh my god, donât say it like that.â
âlike what?â
âlike you figured something out.â
âi did.â
you buried your face in your hands, the humiliation hot enough to burn. âthis is ridiculous. i hate this.â
a low, resonant laugh rumbled from his chest- a sound like deep water moving over stones. it wasn't a taunt. it was worse. it was fond.
âyou think i look good, baby?â
you made a soft, wounded noise against your palms. âplease stop talking.â
âcute.â
âiâm serious, dude.â
âyouâre blushing hard as hell.â
you groaned, your voice muffled. ânooo, leave me alone.â
he didn't answer with words. instead, his hands- large, steady, and devastatingly gentle- wrapped around your wrists. he pulled them away from your face with an effortless strength that reminded you he was built to break things. but with you, he was only ever careful.
âthere she is,â he murmured.
you refused to look at him, but he wasn't having it. two fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up until you had no choice but to drown in that lazy, dangerous amusement. he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth seeing. as if your unraveling was the best part of his day.
ââŠyouâre enjoying this way too much,â you breathed.
âa little.â
âa little?â
âa lot.â
you let out a breathy, defeated laugh. sukunaâs grin widened, and he leaned down just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, closing the final inch of distance.
âgood,â he whispered.
and the worst part- the part that finally made your knees go weak- was that even with the sweat, the tape, and the scars, he looked at you like he was the one who had stumbled into something far too beautiful to be real.
â sports captain!sukuna who finds himself completely whipped for the university's most untouchable and elusive student, law student!reader.
you're working out in the sports facility again, airpods in your ears as you do your RDLs and focus on engaging your glutes.
unbeknownst to you, there's someone who's eyes can't stop wandering over to you even as he tries to concentrate on his reps. who's subconsciously memorized nearly every aspect of your campus schedule and has been thinking (more like obsessing) over you for the past few weeks and strategizing how to ask you out when so many suitors have attempted and been turned down on the spot.
don't worry though, it's not some middle aged creep who's been stalking you around the city, or a scrappy freshman with no experience in exercising whatsoever who thinks he stands a chance at bagging you while barely passing any of his classes.
shockingly, it's the universities most pined after athlete, the sports captain, sukuna.
it's almost pathetic really, how you've been occupying such a vast amount of space in his mind while dozens of girls are practically lining up in his dms and kissing up to his ass. that's exactly his problem- why? why is he so damn consumed by you, when you barely ever give him the time of day?
but that's the answer to his question. it's because you don't acknowledge him that his mind has conditioned itself into hyperfixating on you. it's because you've never been to his games to cheer in the bleachers when he scores, or thrown yourself at him during his house parties, hell, he's never seen you at any party.
you're completely unbothered by him, and now he's utterly bothered by you.
so that's why he finally says fuck it and stands up from his workout bench, grabbing his phone and walking towards the pool area 5 minutes after you've left to finish off your workout with a few laps.
he sees you immediately, swimming back and forth in such an elegant way that his heart does a stutter that only serves to irritate the campus king even more as he practically stomps over to the pool's edge, nearly seething as he watches you swim towards it.
you're about to turn back around before you notice his towering frame over you and pause, your annoyingly alluring eyes staring up at him in tentative confusion, "... do you need something, sukuna?"
it's not fair how his breath hitches from the sound of his name on your lips, and he has to stop himself from staring at your mouth before he looks back up at your eyes and his words tumble out of his in an uncoordinated mess.
"yes, actually. look, i don't know how the hell to say this- but- these past weeks i've been fucking distracted, by you, and i don't know what the fuck to do about it. you're like a parasite that's latched onto my skull and keeps on digging into my brain and it's driving me insane- i mean- you don't even look at me and quite frankly you're one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen and you're so fucking smart it's infuriating- so," he pauses briefly to catch his breath, dragging a hand over his face to collect himself as he sighs.
"what i'm asking is... would you wanna go on a date with me some time? i've been meaning to ask you for, i don't even know how long, so if you're gonna say no, please do it now so i can start forcing myself to get over yo-"
"okay."
sukuna stops in his tracks, mind going blank as he looks down at you with narrowed eyes, his mind reeling from the whiplash of your calm reply. "huh?"
you have to fight to keep the smirk off your lips as you repeat once again, slower as if talking to a confused child. "i said okay, give me your phone so i can put in my number."
as if not really believing it he scans your face before hesitantly opening up his contacts and handing his phone over, his brows furrowed in perplexity as he watches your manicured fingers move across the screen and you hand it back to him.
"text me in the evening so we can make plans, i'm free on tuesday."
sukuna's in a state of shock all the way back to his apartment. is this some kind if dream? a cruel joke played by the universe that he'll wake up from any second now?
well, as he steps into his shower half an hour later, it doesn't seem to be either. and before he can stop it the idiot can't stop himself from breaking out into a full blown grin. his teammates will never hear the end of this.
Sukuna knew it the second you stopped talking. Not the normal quiet where you were just scrolling on your phone or watching something. This was different. Heavy and sharp, like every little movement he made was being silently judged
He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you stomp around your apartment
âWhatâs your problem.â
You donât even look at him.
âNothing," you mumble, a flat, clipped, lieee
His eye twitches.âDonât give me that,â he mutters, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer, âyouâve been acting weird for the past hourâ
You slam a drawer shut harder than necessary. âI said itâs nothing.â
and thatâs it
Thatâs the moment it snaps, because Sukuna hates a lot of things, but being ignored by you might actually be at the top of the list
âYouâre so damn annoying when you do this,â he snaps, voice rising, hands gesturing sharply. âJust say whatâs wrong instead of stomping around like a pissed off kidâ
Your head whips toward him.âOh my god, Iâm annoying? Maybe if you actually listened earlier, I wouldnât have to repeat myselfâ
âyou didnât say anything earlierâ
âyes i didâ
âno you didnâtâ
âYES I DIDâ
Now youâre both yelling. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy with frustration, and Sukuna feels his chest tighten, but heâs too far gone now
âWell, clearly it wasnât important if youâre gonna sulk instead of saying it properlyâ
Your face falls for just a second...just a second, but he sees it, and suddenly heâs even more pissed
at you
at himself
at the fact that he noticed
âFine,â you say, voice quieter now but sharper somehow. âForget it. I donât even care anymore,â you turn away from him again, and that silence comes back...worse this time
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal âYouâre unbelievable,â he mutters, but itâs weaker now
You donât respond, thatâs what really gets him. Not the yelling, not the attitude, itâs the way you just⊠shut him out, like he doesnât matter
His jaw clenches, then he marches over, grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough that you canât ignore him
âdonât do that,â he says, voice low
âdo whatâ
âact like iâm not hereâ
You blink at him, still upset and stubborn. âThen stop acting like you donât careâ
and that hits
straight through all his anger, because he does. He cares too much actually, itâs irritating. His grip loosens a little, but he doesnât let go
âI do care,â he mutters, almost like it annoys him to admit it
You huff, looking away. âYou have a funny way of showing itâ
He stares at you for a second, then clicks his tongue, frustrated. âYou make it impossible sometimesâ
âiâm not doing anythingâ
âexactly,â he shoots back, stepping closer. âyou just shut down and expect me to magically know whatâs wrongâ
You hesitate, and that tiny hesitation is all he needs. "So tell me,â he says, softer now but still intense, âproperly this timeâ
You chew your lip, still a little defensive. â⊠I was trying to tell you about something important earlier, and you just brushed me offâ
his brows pull together ââŠwhenâ
âwhen you were on your phone,â you mumble. âi kept talking and you just said âyeahâ without listeningâ
oh
ohhhhhh...
He actually remembers that, he just didnât realise. ââŠtchâ
He looks away for a second, annoyed at himself now, then back at you. Youâre still upset, still a little hurt, arms crossed like youâre protecting yourself, and it does something to him, something soft, something he doesnât like admitting.
ââŠfine,â he grumbles, letting go of your wrist only to grab your chin instead, tilting your face up so you have to look at him. âsay it againâ
you blink
ââŠwhatâ
âthe thing,â he says, quieter now. âiâm listeningâ
You study his face, like youâre trying to see if heâs serious.
He rolls his eyes. âDonât make me repeat myself," but his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, and that gives him away.
You sigh, shoulders relaxing just a little â⊠It was just something about my day,â you admit. âIt felt important at the timeâ
âthen it is important,â he says immediately
You look surprised, which only makes him scowl. âDonât look at me like thatâ
ââŠlike whatâ
âlike i said something weirdâ
You almost smile...(almost), and thatâs when he knows the anger is gone from both of you. He exhales, pulling you closer by the waist this time, less force, more⊠habit.âNext time,â he mutters, resting his forehead briefly against yours, âdonât go all quiet like that. It pisses me offâ
âmaybe donât ignore me thenâ
ââŠyeah, yeahâ
You huff, but your hands come up to hold onto his shirt anyway, and after a second, he presses a quick, slightly awkward kiss to your forehead, like heâs not used to being gentle, but heâs trying
âJust talk to me,â he adds, quieter now. You nod against him, ââŠokayâ
He squeezes your waist once, âgoodâ
pause
ââŠso what happened in your dayâ
and this time
He actually listens
I had the shittessst day eveeeer im not even sure how i'm going to face tomrowowđâïž
Sukuna barely looked up from the couch, one arm stretched over the back cushions while the TV played quietly in the background. âI am serious.â
You stared at him in complete disbelief. âNo, because thereâs actually no way youâre defending her right now.â
âShe apologized.â
âAfter humiliating me in front of everyone.â
âShe said it as a joke.â
âOh my God.â
You stood up so fast the blanket tangled around your legs. Sukuna finally glanced over then, red eyes following you as you paced around the living room with the kind of anger that made your chest hurt.
It had started simple. A stupid dinner with friends, and ofc a stupid comment. And now somehow your own boyfriend was sitting there defending the person who upset you.
âShe literally laughed at me,â you snapped. âEveryone at the table heard it.â
Sukuna shrugged once. âYouâre dragging it.â
That made something in you go completely silent for a second. Not yelling or dramatic silent, just hurt. Because it wasnât really about the girl anymore, it was about him not getting it.Â
You looked at him carefully, almost waiting for him to realize heâd gone too far on his own (He didnât.)
âShe embarrassed me,â you said quieter this time.
âShe does that with everybody. Thatâs her humor.â
âAnd somehow Iâm supposed to just be okay with that?â
âI didnât say that.â
âYou literally are.â
Sukuna sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like this conversation was exhausting him. âYouâre acting like she murdered somebody.â
âAnd youâre acting like Iâm crazy for being upset.â
âThatâs not what I said either.â
âBut itâs what you mean.â
The apartment fell quiet again, except for the TV that neither of you were watching anymore. Sukuna leaned back against the couch. âYou take everything personally.â
Your face twisted immediately. That one hit hard because he knew that was something you were insecure about. Knew you worried sometimes that maybe you were too sensitive. Too emotional. Too much, and hearing it from him made your throat burn.
âOkay,â you said softly. That soft tone made his eyes flick upward again. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table.
âWhere are you going?â
You laughed once under your breath. Not a happy laugh. âI donât know. Away from you for, like, ten minutes before I say something mean.â
âYouâre overreacting.â
âThere you go again.â
You headed toward the bedroom, and he finally sat up properly. âCome on.â
âNo.â
âYouâre seriously this upset?â
You turned around so fast your hair whipped over your shoulder. âYes, Sukuna. I am.â
Now he looked annoyed too. âWhy the hell are you acting like I betrayed you?â
âBecause you did.â
That shut him up. You could see it happen in real time. The irritation on his face faltering for just a second. But you were too upset now to stop.Â
âI tell you somebody hurt my feelings, and your first instinct is to defend them instead of me.â
âSheâs our friend.â
âAnd Iâm your girlfriend.â
His jaw tightened. âYou want me to lie to you?â
âI wanted you to care.â The room went completely still after that. You hated how emotional your voice sounded, aboslety hated how your eyes were burning now too.
You turned away before he could see it properly and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door harder than you meant to. Not slamming, but enough to show you were pissed.Â
The silence afterwards felt awful.You sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly over yourself, while trying not to cry over something so stupid, which somehow only made you more emotional. Because maybe it wasnât stupid. You just wanted him on your side, that was all.
After a few minutes, the bedroom door creaked open. You ignored him. Sukuna stood there for a second before muttering, âYou gonna ignore me now?â
You looked at the wall instead, making him click his tongue softly in response. Then you felt the mattress dip beside you.
âYouâre dramatic.â
You wiped under your eye angrily. âGet out.â
âNo.â
âYou literally told me I was overreacting.â
âYou are.â
You looked at him with watery, offended eyes.âThen leave me alone.â
Sukuna stared at you for a long second. And the second he noticed the tears properly, something in his expression shifted immediately. Tiny, but there.
ââŠseriously?â
You laughed bitterly. âWow. Sorry my emotions are inconvenient.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âThen what did you mean?â
He looked uncomfortable now. Actually uncomfortable, which was rare since Sukuna was usually confident in every argument, every sentence, every opinion. But emotional stuff? Feelings? He handled them like they were bombs.
âI justâŠâ He exhaled sharply. âI didnât think it was that serious.â
âIt mattered to me.â
His eyes flicked away, and that was the problem. To Sukuna, if something wouldnât hurt him personally, sometimes he didnât realize how deeply it could hurt somebody else. Especially you. Not because he didnât care, but because he was stupid sometimes, especially with emotions.
âYou know what sucked the most?â you said quietly.
He stayed silent.
âYou didnât even ask if I was okay.â
That one landed. You could literally see it. His shoulders stiffened slightly, expression tightening like he suddenly realized he messed this up badly.
ââŠshit.â
You looked down at your hands. âI just wanted you to take my side first.â
For once, Sukuna didnât argue back immediately. Didnât defend himself. Didnât call you dramatic, instead he rubbed a hand over his mouth and muttered something under his breath. Then finallyâÂ
ââŠI shouldâve done that.â
You blinked. Sukuna rarely admitted fault immediately. The anger in your chest cracked a little, but only a little.
âYou made me feel stupid.â
âI know.â
âYou kept acting like I was insane.â
âI know.â
âAnd now Iâm crying over dumb friend drama.â
âThat partâs still kinda dramatic.â
You glared at him instantly.
âRyomen.â
âAlright, alright.â
And finally, he moved closer. Big hands grabbing your wrists gently until your arms uncrossed from your chest.
âYou know I hate when people upset you.â
âCouldâve fooled me.â
He rolled his eyes softly before pulling you toward him anyway.
You resisted for maybe three seconds.
Then you melted into his chest with a miserable sigh.
âThere it is,â he muttered. âCâmere.â
âIâm still mad at you.â
âYeah, I know.â
âYouâre a jerk.â
âMhm.â
You could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. Steady, warm and annoyingly comforting. Sukuna rested his chin on top of your head before speaking more quietly this time.
âFor the record⊠I didnât like what she said either.â
You pulled back slightly. âThen why were you defending her?â
He looked annoyed at himself now. âBecause I thought if I made it seem smaller, you wouldnât feel as bad about it.â
Your eyebrows lifted. âThat is the dumbest thing youâve ever said.â
âProbably.â
âYou thought invalidating me would help?â
âWhen you say it like that, I sound stupid.â
âBecause you were stupid.â
He sighed dramatically. âAlright. Damn.â
You tried not to smile.
Tried very hard.
But Sukuna noticed immediately.
âThere you go.â
âShut up.â
One of his hands slid to your jaw, thumb brushing under your eye gently. His voice got quieter.
âIâm on your side, idiot.â
The softness of it made your chest ache, because Sukuna wasnât naturally gentle. So when he was, it always felt important.
âYou didnât act like it.â
âI know.â
âAnd if someone embarrasses me again?â
His eyes darkened immediately. âThen Iâll tell them to shut the fuck up.â
You snorted.
âThere she is.â
âYeah, yeah.â
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you fully into his lap despite your complaints. âYou done being mad now?â
âNo.â
âLiar.â
ââŠmaybe a little less mad.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
You buried your face into his neck with a grumble while his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. And after another quiet second, he muttered against your hairâ
ââŠsorryâ
The anger finally disappeared completely after that.
I'm so dead, why do I only write about dick!kunađ I'm gonna try brainstorming some other ideas, but assignments are actually killing me.
frat!kuna jealous of his baby brother yuji ă(â§ââŠ)ă
Being with Sukuna meant being with Yuji too.
And Yuji was⊠unfair.
He looked like someone had taken Sukuna, shrunk him down, rounded out all the sharp edges, and softened everything dangerous into something sweet. Same pink hairâjust fluffier, falling into his eyes in ruffled little tufts. Same nose. Same eyes. Same scowl when he was grumpy.
Just smaller. Chubbier. Softer.
Where Sukuna was all sharp lines and muscle, Yuji was baby fat and warmth. Squishy cheeks you couldnât resist poking. Tiny hands. Big expressive eyes that made your heart cave in instantly.
You loved him.
Youâd kneel the second you saw him, arms wide open.
âHi, Yuu,â youâd coo, dragging his name out.
Heâd light up immediately, toddling toward you with his teddy bear dragging behind him. ây/n!â heâd giggle, crashing straight into you.
Sukuna watched it happen every time with deep, simmering irritation.
Because you did it on purpose.
You'd squeeze Yuji tightly, pressing kisses to his cheeks and whining loudly about how cute he was. Occasionally, you would even glance over Yuji's head to see Sukuna's jaw tighten.
âWhy is he so cute?â youâd say dramatically. âItâs unfair.â
Sukuna scoffed. âYouâre annoying.â
But laterâ
later, when Yuji was tucked away in his room and Sukuna finally had you-
Thatâs when the jealouusy really showed.
You were straddling him on the couch, his hands locked tight on your hips, thumbs digging in like he didnât trust you not to disappear. His mouth was on yours, rougher than usual, hungry. Like he was reclaiming something.
His kisses were deep, insistent, breathing heavy against your lips.
âMine,â he muttered once, barely audible.
âPossessive muc-â you'd start, only to be cut off by him pressing even closer, muffling your teasing.
You rocked against him slowly, deliberately, feeling the way his grip tightened instantly and the bulge in his jeans grow harder. He groaned low in his throat, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against yours like he couldnât get enough.Â
He was already gone.
Then, a small whimper echoed from down the hall.
Sukuna froze for a split second. Then he kissed you harder.
He refused to pull away, mouth pressing into yours like if he kept going, the sound wouldnât be real. He chased your lips when you tried to breathe, clearly annoyed.
Another sound followed. Softer...Sadder.
ââŠuhâŠâ You pulled back, hand flat on his chest. âSukuna.â
âNo,â he growled quietly, trying to pull you back down. âIgnore it.â
âYujiâs crying.â
He clicked his tongue. âHeâs fine.â
Another sniffle. Thenâ
ây/n..?â
That did it. You slid off his lap instantly. Sukuna let his head fall back with a long, frustrated groan. âYouâre kidding,â he start, fists balling against his sides.
You were already walking away. When you opened Yujiâs door, your heart melted all over again.
He was sitting up in bed, hair messy and sticking out everywhere. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy with tears, teddy bear clutched tightly to his chest.
The second he saw you, he reached out. âI had a nightmware,â he whimpered, words slurred and messy. âIt was scawwyâŠâ
âOh no,â you whispered, immediately lifting him into your arms. âCome here, baby.â
He curled into you instantly, tiny hands gripping your shirt. He wiped his tears straight into your sleeve, hiccupping softly.
You rocked him gently, pressing your cheek to his hair. Wiping the fallen tears. âYouâre safe,â you cooed. âIâve got you.â
Sukuna appeared in the doorway moments later, arms crossed, irritation written all over his face. He looked between you and Yuji and scowled.
âidiot, go back to sleep,â he said flatly. âIt was just a dream.â
Yuji whimpered louder, face pressing harder into your chest. âRyomen,â you warned.
âHe does this every time,â Sukuna muttered, reaching for your wrist. âYouâre enabling him.â
âHeâs three,â you hissed quietly.
âTell him to stop.â
You stared at him. âHeâs literally a baby.â
Sukuna groaned, dragging a hand down his face, clearly pissedâbut he let go. He stood there watching as you rubbed Yujiâs back, whispering softly until his breathing slowed.
Yuji sniffed one last time, then peeked up at you with watery eyes. âStayâŠ?â he asked quietly. âplwease.â
Your chest tightened. âOkay, but you promise to go back to sleep?â He nodded immediately, cuddling closer before asking âkuna,â to stay too.
Sukuna groaned even louder. âfuck no- go to sleep,â he started, but you cut him off with a loud cough, hoping Yuji wouldnât hear his vulgar words. âSukuna, c'mere,â you pouted, gesturing for him to join you in the tight space beside you on the tiny twin bed. Reluctantly, Sukuna complied.
Both of you stayed until Yuji fully drifted off to sleep, his little face relaxed and his teddy bear tucked under his chin. He looked incredibly peaceful. Your fingers were still loosely intertwined with his, while his tiny nails dug into Sukuna's wrists whenever he tried to move.
When you finally slipped out and closed the doorâ
Sukuna grabbed you.
He lifted you effortlessly, tossing you over his shoulder like nothing. You yelped, then laughed, kicking lightly.
âSukuna!â
âYouâre evil,â he muttered, carrying you straight back to the couch.
He set you down and immediately crowded your space, hands firm on your thighs, eyes dark and jealous.
âYou spoil him,â he said low.
âYouâre jealous,â you teased.
âOf him?â he scoffed. âTch.â
But he leaned in again, kissing you like heâd been waiting, frustration pouring into it. Slower this time. Heavier. Possessive.
âYou disappear every time he cries,â he murmured against your mouth.
âHe needs me.â
âSo do I,â he muttered.
You smiled, brushing your nose against his. âYouâre bigger. You can handle it.â
He huffed, arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you flush against him.
ââŠStill annoying,â he said.
But he didnât let go.
This is so rushed, but I hope you guys like it thank u sm for the support on my last postđđ„č #softkunasupremacy + babyyuji is so cute ohmygawd + this is barely proofread, so mb for any mistakes<3
Sukuna had never begged for anything in his life. Not money. Not forgiveness. Not help. Not even when he was twenty and working three jobs while trying to raise a screaming toddler who kept drawing on the walls with permanent marker while Choso slammed doors and screamed that he hated him.
Sukuna handled shit himself. Always. That was why this felt so wrong.
Why it felt like his ribs were cracking open every second you stared at him without saying anything. The apartment was dead quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You wouldnât look at him.
That hurt worse than the yelling did.
Honestly, he wished youâd screamed.
Instead you just stood there near the kitchen counter with your arms wrapped around yourself like if you loosened them for even a second youâd fall apart.
âYou done?â you asked quietly.
Sukuna swallowed. His throat actually fucking hurt.
âNo.â
Your laugh came out broken. Small. âWhat else is there to say?â
Everything. Too much. Not enough.
The problem was Sukuna had never learned how to explain himself without sounding angry. Even now, his jaw was tight enough to crack teeth apart. His huge frame stood frozen near the front door like he didnât know if he was allowed any closer.
Because he probably wasnât. The image kept replaying in his head. You're calling him over and over. Him ignoring every single fucking call like an idiot. The bar and Yorozu hanging all over him.
His arm around her waist because he was drunk and pissed and stupid and wanted to hurt you after the fight.Â
And then your face when you walked in.
Jesus Christ.
Heâd seen people die before and somehow that look still haunted him worse.
âI said I was sorry,â he muttered hoarsely.
You finally looked at him then. Red eyes. Wet cheeks. âSorry doesnât erase it.â
âI know.â
âDo you?â your voice cracked. âBecause I donât think you get it, Sukuna.â
His stomach twisted violently hearing his name like that.
Not Ryo.
Not even Ryomen.
Just Sukuna. Cold and distant, as if you were referring to a stranger.
âYou embarrassed me,â you whispered. âYou humiliated me.âÂ
His chest caved inward.âI know.â
âYou made me feel stupid for loving you.â
That one physically made him flinch, actually flinch. You noticed too because your face crumpled for half a second before hardening again. Good. He deserved it.
Sukuna dragged a hand down his face hard enough to redden the skin. âI wasnât thinking.â
âThatâs the problem.â
Silence.Â
The constant drum of rain, the sound of your uneven breathing. He couldnât stand it. Couldnât fucking breathe in it.
âYou think I wanted her?â he snapped suddenly. âYou think I looked at her like I look at you?â
âYou had your hands all over her.â
âBecause I was angry!â
âAnd that makes it better?!â
âNo!â His voice thundered through the apartment before he caught himself. You stepped back instinctively, tbat nearly killed him. The second he noticed fear flash across your face he looked sick with himself.
â...fuck,â he whispered.
You wiped your eyes aggressively. âI think you should leave.â
âNo.â
Your head jerked up. âNo?â you repeated in disbelief.
âIâm not leaving till you hear me out.â
âThereâs nothing to hear!â
âThere is for me.â His voice cracked on the last word, actually cracked. You both froze. Sukuna looked almost startled by it himself, like his own desperation disgusted him. His fists clenched so hard his tattoos stretched over his knuckles.
âYou think this is easy for me?â he asked quietly. âYou think I know how to do this shit?â
âYou shouldâve thought about that beforeââ
âI know!â he barked.Â
Then softer, broken. âI know.â
God, he looked awful.
Not physically. Sukuna always looked intimidating no matter what. Six foot something of muscle and sharp edges and dark eyes.
But emotionally? He looked ruined. Hair messy from shoving his hands through it nonstop. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half soaked from the storm outside because apparently he hadnât even bothered with an umbrella when he chased after you.
âYou didnât even come home,â you whispered.
His face twisted because that was the worst part. Youâd waited for him, called him, texted him. And heâd ignored every single one because heâd been angry after your argument and wanted to âwin.â
God, he hated himself.
âI know.â
âThat whole night I thought maybe something happened to you.â Tears spilled faster now. âI was terrified.â
His breathing stuttered.Â
Then you laughed bitterly. âAnd then I walk in and see you with another girl.â
Sukuna looked like someone had punched him directly in the throat.
âShe didnât matter.â
âBut I did,â you whispered. âAnd you still did it.â
That shut him up, because you were right. Completely right. The silence stretched so long it became unbearable.Â
Then finallyâÂ
âI donât know how to lose you.â
Your eyes flickered. Sukuna stared at the floor like the words physically hurt to say. âI donât know how to do that.â
His voice had gone rough. Not angry rough, raw rough.
âIâve lost damn near everybody else in my life. Parents. Friends. People leave. Shit happens. Fine.â His jaw tightened. âBut youâŠâ
He looked at you finally.
And God.
Youâd never seen him look afraid before. Not truly afraid.
âI canât fucking do that with you.â
Your face wavered. Sukuna noticed immediately and stepped closer before stopping himself halfway like he didnât trust his own body anymore.
âYouâre all over this place,â he whispered desperately. âYouâre in my routines. My brothers love you. Yuji asks for you before bed every damn night. Choso tells you shit he wonât tell me. Your stupid hair ties are all over my bathroom. Your coffee orderâs stuck in my head permanently.â
He laughed once. Humorless. âI see somethin pink in a store and think of you automatically. Thatâs sick.â
A tear slid down your cheek.
âI fucked up,â he said shakily. âI know I did.â His breathing got uneven. âAnd I swear to God Iâll spend every day makin up for it if you let me.â
You stayed quiet. And that silence was making him unravel. Sukuna took another step forward, then another, until he was right there. Close enough that you could see his hands trembling.
Sukuna.
Trembling.
âI donât know how to beg,â he admitted quietly. âSo if Iâm shit at this, thatâs why.â
Your lips parted slightly. Then his voice dropped even lower.
âBut please.â
The word sounded painful, like glass in his throat.
âPlease donât leave me over the worst mistake I ever made.â
You looked down immediately because your eyes filled too fast. Sukuna panicked. Actually panicked. His hands hovered near you before gripping his own wrists instead.
âFuckâ no, donât cry, baby, pleaseââ
âYou made me cry!â
âI know, I know, I knowââ
His words stumbled over each other desperately. Youâd never seen him like this.
Never.
Sukuna was the kind of man who got angry when he got hurt. The kind that buried feelings so deep they turned poisonous.
But now? Now he looked like he was drowning right in front of you.
âYou donât understand,â he whispered. âIâve been outside this apartment for an hour tryin to figure out how to make you stay.â
Your chest tightened painfully. âI almost didnât come up,â he admitted. âThought maybe youâd be happier if I disappeared.â
Your head snapped up immediately. âDonât say that.â
His eyes softened instantly at your reaction. There you were, still caring, even now. That nearly destroyed him all over again.
âI love you,â he said suddenly.
You froze.
Sukuna almost never said it first. Almost never said it at all. But now the words were falling out of him uncontrollably.
âI love you so fucking much it makes me sick sometimes.â His voice shook. âYou think I touched her because I wanted her? I did it because I knew itâd hurt you and I was angry and stupid and selfish.â
His face twisted in disgust at himself.
âAnd the second I saw your face I wanted to rip my own fucking arm off for touching her.â
Your breath hitched.
âI know sorry isnât enough,â he whispered. âI know that.â
Then finallyâ
The thing that broke you completely.
Sukuna reached for your hand carefully. Tentatively, like he thought you might pull away. And when you didnât? His entire body visibly sagged in relief.Â
âPlease,â he whispered again. Not angry, not proud, just desperate.Â
âTell me how to fix this.â
.
.
.
Will you forgive him?
I was listening to "Players Prayer" by Lloyd, and it inspired me to write something new. Itâs definitely different from my usual style, but please thank the weather and the assignments and exams I have piled up for this weeeek :'( I'd honestly forgive sukuna bc i'm so downbad for him, but wat about u guuuys?
getting grossed out by sukuna smoking(âąÌâââąÌ )
You donât even notice when he slips out onto the balcony.
Youâre too busy curled up on his bed, scrolling mindlessly, one of his hoodies drowning you, sleeves covering your hands. The doorâs cracked open just enough to let the night air in, cool and soft, and thereâs that faint smell you always associate with him. Smoke.
You wrinkle your nose a little. âGross,â you mutter to yourself, even though heâs not in the room to hear it.
A minute later, the door slides open properly. Sukuna steps back in like nothing happened, hair a little messy from the breeze, shirt hanging loose, cigarette already gone. He looks at you sprawled across his bed and just⊠pauses for a second. Like he always does.
âYouâre gonna wreck the sleeves,â he says, nodding at his hoodie, eyes flicking to the way you absentmindedly pick at the loose threads.
You donât even look up. âGood. Then you canât take it back.â
He huffs, low and amused, walking over. âWasnât planning to.â
You finally glance at him. Heâs standing right at the edge of the bed now, looking down at you with that same lazy expression, but thereâs something a little softer underneath it.
âYou smell,â you say bluntly.
âYeah?â he murmurs, leaning closer.
âLike cigarettes,â you add, scrunching your nose. âItâs ugly.â
âUgly,â he repeats, like heâs testing the word.
Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, tilting your chin just slightly. You blink, confused for half a secondâ and then he kisses you. Itâs quick at first. soft snd familiar.
Then he exhales.
Warm breath, laced with smoke, slips into your mouth before you even realise what heâs doing. Your eyes widen, instinctively pulling back, coughing lightly as you push at his chest.
âSukunaâ!â you choke out, half laughing, half scandalised. âWhat the hell was that?!â
Heâs already grinning. Not big, just that stupid, smug curve of his lips. âYou said I smelled,â he shrugs. âThought Iâd share.â
âYouâre disgusting!â you smack his arm, sitting up properly now. âThat is soâ ugh!â But youâre laughing. He notices, making his hand slide to the back of your neck, pulling you back in before you can complain again. This time, the kiss is slower. No tricks. Just him.
You hesitate for a second⊠then melt. Because of course you do.
When he pulls away, your forehead bumps lightly against his, and you can still faintly taste it, mixed with him, and itâs annoying how itâs not even that bad anymore. You narrow your eyes. âYou did that on purpose.â
âObviously.â
âI hate you.â
âMm.â He brushes his thumb over your cheek, casual. âStill kissed me.â
You go quiet for a second, trying to think of a comeback. Nothing comes. He watches you struggle, amused, then flicks your forehead lightly. âDumbass.â
âShut up,â you mumble, grabbing his shirt and tugging him down onto the bed with you. He lets himself fall, arm wrapping around you automatically like itâs second nature. You bury your face into his chest, muttering, âIf I get lung cancer, Iâm blaming you.â
He snorts, resting his chin on your head.
âYouâll live.â
A pause.
ââŠdonât do that again,â you add.
Another pause. âMaybe.â
You pinch his side.
He groans. âAlright, alrightâ fuckâ fine.â
 You smile into his shirt. Five minutes later, you tilt your head up and kiss him first anyway.
a/n: this was made a whiiiilllleeee back. idk if it's my lack of sleep or if this actually sounds choppyđ
You had made it very clear from the beginning that you hated littering.Â
Not in a cute, âsave the turtles đ„șâ way either.
No.
You were president of the environmental club at college.Â
You had made posters. Hosted clean-up days. Forced innocent freshmen into recycling quizzes. You once spent forty-five minutes arguing with administration over adding another bin near the humanities building.
You took this seriously, and Sukuna knew it.
This was why you froze when he finished his iced coffee and let the empty cup fall to the ground. It rolled across the concrete while he looked away as if nothing had happened.
Your gaze dropped to the cup, then lifted back to him. âYou dropped something.â
Sukuna kept both hands in his pockets. âhuh.â
You blinked. âIt fell.â
âGravity,â he replied, completely unbothered.
Your eye twitched. The campus was warm and crowded, and you had been walking back from a lecture together. The moment should have been peaceful. Instead, you were staring at a man who had just littered like the kids from lil dickyâs Earth MV.
You stared at him, and he stared back before finally looking away and continuing to walk. You remained where you were, refusing to move. After about six steps, he noticed the distance between you and turned around.Â
âWhat.âÂ
You looked genuinely offended. âSukuna.âÂ
âWhat,â he repeated.
âPick it up.â
He glanced at the cup, then at you, and shrugged. âThere are cleaners.â
Your mouth fell open, and you glanced around as though searching for confirmation that you had actually witnessed that. âSukuna.â People nearby turned their heads. He looked mildly annoyed.Â
âWhat.âÂ
You marched toward him. âTheir job is not to pick up after fully grown men.â
âThey get paid,â he said flatly.
Your jaw tightened, and you pressed a hand to your chest in disbelief. âI cannot believe you.â He watched you with a blank, unreadable expression.Â
âDo you know who I am?â you demanded.
âUnfortunately.â
You gasped. âI run the environmental club.â
âscary.â
âI organised campus cleanâup day.â
âHorrific.â
âI made you come.â
âYou tricked me.â
â...Ryomen, seriously.â
His eye twitched. You drew in a slow breath and lowered your voice, trying to stay calm. âPick it up.â
He crossed his arms like a stubborn brat, refusing with a firm, âNo.â
Your eyes widened, and you became painfully aware of the people listening. You held his gaze for several seconds, feeling the hurt settle deeper, then nodded once. âFine.â
You turned and walked away. Sukuna blinked, confused. âWhere are you going.â
âNowhere.â
Suspicion edged into his tone as he followed you. âWhat does that mean.â
You did not answer; instead, your replies became short, clipped: âMhm.â âOkay.â âCool.â
He narrowed his eyes. You never acted like this. You usually annoyed him on purpose, and the sudden quiet distance unsettled him far more than he expected.
Several minutes passed before you finally sat down on a bench. He stopped in front of you, watching you closely. âYou're sulking.â
You lifted your gaze. âNo.â
He continued staring. âYouâre upset.â
âNo.â
A long pause settled between you.
âYou are.â
You looked away. âI just donât like it.â
His expression shifted slightly. You fiddled with your sleeve, trying to steady your voice. âIt feels stupid to say out loud.â
He stayed silent, waiting.
âMy parents always made us clean up after ourselves,â you said softly. âI know one cup isnât the end of the world. People think that. Everyone does, really. They donât realise it adds up. It always adds up.â
Your voice wavered. âI care about this. It matters to me. It feels awful when someone I care about treats it like nothing.â
His face remained unreadable, which only made your stomach twist. You looked down, suddenly selfâconscious. âForget it.â
Sukuna watched you for a moment before he sighed, turned, and walked away. Your face fell immediately, your chest tightening as you watched his figure grow smaller. The hurt surprised you with its sharpness. You stared at the ground, feeling foolish for caring so deeply about something he clearly did not value.
Thirty seconds later, heavy footsteps approached again. You looked up to find Sukuna standing in front of you, holding the cup- and three other random pieces of rubbish.
You stared at him, unable to form a single coherent thought. He looked irritated, as if this entire situation inconvenienced him. âHappy.â
âWhat,â you whispered.
âThere wasnât a bin nearby,â he muttered, pushing the cup toward you.
Your eyes widened. âYou went back.â
âIt took twenty seconds.â
You stared at him, then noticed the extra rubbish in his hand. You lifted a hand to point at it. âWhat is that?â
âThere was more.â
Your mouth opened, then closed again, because your brain needed a moment to process what you were seeing. âYou picked up other rubbish.â
He immediately grew defensive. âDo not make a thing out of it.â
Your eyes widened even further, and something warm and overwhelming rushed through your chest. This was Sukuna. The Sukuna. Sixâfootâsomething, built like a wall, and covered in tattoos. The same man who never cared about anyone or anything, who most people openly called a dick and who you occasionally agreed was one.
Yet he had gone back.
He had picked up the cup.
He had picked up other rubbish.
He had done it because you cared.
Your environmentalâclubâpresident heart practically launched itself into orbit.
You rose slowly to your feet, stunned and a little breathless, because the sight of him standing there with a handful of trash felt more intimate than any romantic gesture you had ever experienced. For a ridiculous second, you genuinely wondered if this was what it felt like to fall in love. You even felt the faint, absurd urge to propose on the spot.
He looked alarmed. âWhy are you looking at me like that.â
You smiled far too brightly. âOh my gosh.â
His eyes narrowed. âNo.â
You grabbed both his hands. âNo, but this is huge.â
He tried to pull away. âStop.â
âYou voluntarily cleaned.â
âI picked up garbage.â
âSukuna.â
His face warmed noticeably, and your emotional expression did not help. âThis is character development.â
His eye twitched. âYouâre acting like I found religion.â
You squeezed his hands. âIâm proud of you.â
He froze, his ears turning faintly pink. âStop talking.â
You grinned and reached into your bag, pulling out a folded sheet of paper. He stared at it suspiciously. âWhat is that.â
You unfolded it. Environmental Club SignâUp Sheet.
He looked horrified.
âSoooâŠâ you said sweetly.
He immediately turned and walked away. âNo.â
âWe meet Wednesdays.â
âNo.â
âWe have matching shirts.â
âKill me.â
âWeâre planting native species next week.â
âNo.â
You followed him with a smile. He suddenly stopped, looked down, and let the signâup sheet fall to the ground.
You gasped.
He looked at you with a tiny, smug smile. âOops.â
You stared at him. He stared back. Eventually, he sighed, bent down, picked it up again, and continued walking.
Your eyes softened. You stepped closer and quietly took his hand, prompting him to glance down. âWhat.â
You shrugged. âThank you.â
He looked away. âWhatever.â
A few seconds later, his hand squeezed yours back, small and subtle. When you passed a bin, he tossed his rubbish into it with dramatic flair and looked at you.
You clapped immediately, earning an offended glare. âI hate you.â
You beamed. âNo you donât.â
He didnât respond, although he did make sure his receipt went into the bin as well.
How to apologise to your wife in 3 easy steps, a guide by Toji Fushiguro!
Is your wife upset with you? Is she giving you the old silent treatment and making you sleep on the couch? Well, you're in luck! Toji Fushiguro is here to help you fellas out with his easy three-step guide on how to apologise to your wife.
Step 1 â Poke and prod until you find the reason. (May backfire)
You had been giving Toji the cold shoulder since last night and frankly, he was getting tired of it. You turned away every time he came within two feet of you and pushed him away when he tried to trap you in a bear hug. Toji had had enough.
He decided to make his move when you least expected it, creeping up on you as you scrolled on your phone in the living room. âCome on, doll, haven't you had enough of sleeping alone? Don't you miss a pair of big, strong arms holding you close?â His scar stretched across his mouth as he grinned, plopping himself down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder before you could wiggle away.
You scoffed, eyes never leaving your phone, âNo actually, it's nice when im not being squished between your man boobs.â Tojiâs face contorted into one of utter betrayal, âI thought you liked themâŠâ
Silence engulfed the room as you continued to scroll on your phone while Toji fumbled for what to say next. He wracked his brain for what to say to get you to admit why you were upset with him.
Was he snoring too loudly? Did he spend too much on lottery tickets again? Maybe he stayed out too late with Shiu again?
âWhat's going on with you, huh? What did I do wrong this time?â He squeezed your shoulder, eyes fixated on yours which still refused to meet his, âYou know what you did, Toji. Don't play dumb with me,â You turned to face him, a pout evident on your lips.
Tojiâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth did he do this time?
âJust tell me so we can get this over with,â he said with an exasperated sigh. âNo Toji! Figure it out yourself you bum. Do I have to spell everything out for you?â
Step 2 â Spend your last „1,100 on a somewhat nice bouquet of flowers.
Toji sighed to himself as he dug through his beat-up wallet, the piece of crap might as well have moths flying out every time he opened it.
His eyes scanned the numerous floral arrangements, each a combination of different colours, some pale and some so vibrant they hurt his eyes. The shop smelled sickeningly like pollen, his nose tickled with every inhale. âAh shit â why is it all so expensive? Whoâs buying roses for „5,000?â He kissed his teeth, searching for an affordable bouquet to bring home to you.
Finally, his eyes landed on a small bouquet, two tulips of your favourite colour surrounded by baby's breath. âHmph, just in my budget.â
The door slammed shut with a bang! Tojiâs booming voice followed, âI have a surprise for you, doll.â
He appeared in the doorway of the living room, flowers in hand â granted they were slightly beaten up by the wind on the walk home and from how hard he was gripping them. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV, face remaining unbothered. âOh come on, just look at what I bought for you.â
He strode over, shoving the bouquet into your face and blocking your view of the TV screen. âToji! Go away you oaf,â you shoved at his chest with your foot, turning away from him with a pout, but he didn't miss the way your frown faltered as you eyed the flowers. âI got them for you, don't you want to see them?â
You huffed, snatching the flowers from him and examining them. Toji wore a proud smirk, finally thinking he had won back your affection. â„1,100? Seriously? Am I not worth more than pocket change?â
Ah shit, he forgot to remove the price tag.
Step 3 â If all else fails, admit defeat.
Toji Fushiguro was a man of many talents, however, apologising was not one of them. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
All other attempts at gaining forgiveness without actually apologising for something he didn't even remember led to dead ends, so now Tojiâs only option was to verbally apologise. Now if this isn't your strong suit â similar to Toji â you may want to prepare and practice beforehand.
Something that Toji did not do.
âLook, I don't know what's gotten into you or er â what I could've possibly done but can you just please forgive me already?â You sat on the other end of the kitchen table, stone-faced as ever. âYou can't apologise for something you don't know about, it's not an apology.â Toji groaned, calloused fingers coming to rub at the bridge of his nose. âJust tell me what I did, dammit!â
You scowled at him in return, slamming your hands on the table, âYou ate the last mochi! That's what. I was saving those, Fushiguro! We both know it!â As if a lightbulb suddenly went off in his head Tojiâs expression morphed into a softer one, âAh â I did, didn't I?â
You got up from the table but Toji grabbed your wrist, âLook, Iâm sorry, I didn't know it was a big deal. I shouldn't have eaten your food without asking.â you looked him in the eye for what felt like the first time in weeks â although it had really only been one day â and for once your husband seemed to be showing genuine remorse.
Your scowl faltered, lips twitching up into a smile, âNow I feel bad for making a big deal, you've got those cute puppy dog eyes.â He chuckled, standing up to pull you into a hug, âWhat can I say? It's my speciality.â
You rolled your eyes, melting into his embrace.
He knew you were never really mad at him, he noticed how the flowers had been put into your favourite vase.
Maybe he'll buy you more mochi just to eat it and watch you pout again.
âË youâre mad at husband!kuna for teaching your teenage son how to flirt like a certified player (êŠ ÂŹ_ÂŹ) đŻïž
you were in the kitchen washing dishes when you heard it.
the low rumble of sukunaâs voice drifting from the living room, talking to your sixteen-year-old son like he was passing down sacred wisdom.
âlisten, kid. if you want her to notice you, stop acting like a nervous fool. remember that confidence is everything. walk up to her like you already know she wants you. maintain eye contact. smirk a little. tell her she looks good but make it specific. not some generic âyou look pretty todayâ crapâ sheâs heard that a thousand times before. instead, look her in the eyes and say âyouâre a distraction & itâs making me act upâ trust me, girls eat that up everytime.â
your sonâs voice came next, sounding like he was genuinely considering this terrible advice. â⊠and if she laughs?â
âthen youâre already halfway there. laugh with her, lean in closer, drop your voice a little. make her feel like sheâs the only one in the room. and if she touches your arm? youâve won. thatâs when you ask for her number. donât hesitate, strike while sheâs interested.â
you stood there, sponge frozen in your hand, listening to your beloved husband teach your son how to flirt like a certified fuckboy. by the time sukuna started going on aboutâ âif she bites her lip, sheâs probably thinking about kissing youâ, youâve had enough.
the dish towel barely had time to touch your hands before you tossed it aside and headed straight towards the source of your headache. a few seconds later, you were standing in front of the living room couch with your arms folded tightly across your chest.
âryomen sukuna!â
both father & son looked up at the same time. your son immediately looked guilty while sukuna only raised an eyebrow, not looking remotely concerned by your presence.
âyes, wife?â
you pointed at your son. âgo to your room!â
he didnât even argue. he scrambled up the stairs like the couch was on fire. once he was gone, you turned back to your husband, eyes narrowed.
âour bedroom. now.â
sukuna pushed himself off the couch, trailing after you with the confidence of a man who thought heâd done nothing wrong. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you hissed. âare you serious right now?!â
âyouâre teaching our sixteen-year-old son how to flirt like some sleazy player? âyouâre a distraction & itâs making me act upâ seriously, kuna?â
sukuna leaned back against the headboard, arms spread along the mattress; looking completely unrepentant. âwhat? the kid asked for advice & i only gave him good advice.â
â⊠good advice?â you stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his muscular chest. âyouâre deliberately teaching him corny pick-up lines while convincing him that every conversation with a girl is some kind of strategy game. do you want him turning into you?â
sukunaâs smirk widened, clearly amused by your scolding.
âand whatâs wrong with turning into me?â he asked, voice dropping into that low, sultry tone he knew had an effect on you. âi got you, didnât i?â
you glared at him, refusing to let him charm his way out of this.
âyou got me after years of being an absolute menace. i donât want our son learning how to be a menace too. he should be respectful, sweet & genuine. instead of using corny pick-up lines on poor girls who donât know any better!â
sukuna reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto his lap despite your half-hearted protest. â⊠relax, woman,â he murmured, beefy arms wrapping around you. âi only told him the truth that girls do like confidence. but i also told him if he ever makes a girl cry, iâll kick his ass myself.â
you rolled your eyes, still sitting stiffly on his lap.
âyou better have.â
he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neckâ slow and tender, the way he always did when he was trying to butter you up (which somehow always works). â⊠youâre cute when youâre mad at me for corrupting our son,â he whispered against your skin, voice gravelly.
âit makes me wanna remind you exactly who you married.â
you smacked his chest at that, but you didnât pull away.
âs-shut upâŠâ
âyou love me,â he teased, grinning against your neck. âadmit it, you fell for a menace.â
you rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around his shoulders anyway.
âunfortunately, yes. but thatâs not the point right now.â
he let out a dry chuckle, arms tightening around you. âgood... now will you stop being mad at me?â
âšł đ·đšđđđŹ: thank you to those who gave me suggestions on what to include for the blank line đ i ended up going with @user020707 (idky iâm not able to tag :c) line!!!
Now imagine reader gets hit with some sort of experimental aphrodisiac on an op, a confirmed substance the team had been attempting to avoid.
Preliminary trials show subjects unable to stop themselves from seeking pleasure, overwhelmed with their libido. The entire ride back to base is tense, you sat in the back, overwhelmed and panting andâ
Wait. No.
You seem....completely unaffected? Well, not totally, you're snuggling up to ghost a bit, but other than that you seem fine.
"What?" You finally huff when price glances at you for the fourth time in a minute, "yes, the drug is still in affect, I know what you're thinking."
"Well then shouldn't you be..." gaz trails off, face heated.
"Honestly? I don't see the big deal." You hunker down further against ghost, most of your kit having been discarded on the floor to avoid overheating "this feels like normal ovulation to me. Seems like a skill issue."
....no one mentions the fact price got hit with a much smaller dosage a few weeks prior and literally had to be sedated so he didn't do anything stupid before getting to a secure location.
They regard you with a....newfound flavor of respect after that.
â° breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!
pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)
18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .á
Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never wouldâve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.
He had the best seat in the whole fuckinâ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a âpopâ, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ân swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.
âSo fuckinâ pretty baby.â His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.
âLook at ya,â Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, âcanât believe this sâall mine.â
âJust feel like I might hurt yoâoh fuck!â Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.
A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.
âTastes so fuckinâ sweet baby,â heâs moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet heâs loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, âstop movinâ ân lemme take care of my girls.â
Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. âKatsuki!â Itâs astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.
âThinkinâ youâd hurt me? That I canât handle you?â Heâs questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, âwould let you kill me as long as you were the one askinâ, baby.â
The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue digginâ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. âOh Kats, s-shit! Iâtoo much! C-Can feel you everywhere!â
Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.
âCanât help it,â Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, âtastes so damn good, baby.â
You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.
He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he canât find your face looking down at him. âOi!â His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.
âH-Huh?â You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. âW-Whaââ
ââQuit hidinâ,â he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, âneeda hear you screaminâ so I know Iâm doinâ a damn good job.â
Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.
âK-Katsâmmfuck! Gettinâ close.â Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.
âTake what ya want from me, know you deserve it,â heâs grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. âKnow youâre close baby, give it to me, yeah?â
Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.
âTsukiâStop!â The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, âtoo much!â
âWhere you goinâ,â he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, ââm not done yet, come âere.â
It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.
Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. Itâs as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesnât dare pinch himself awake from.
Shotoâs legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.
âShoto?â Youâre asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smilingâeyes wide as saucers.
You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, âwas getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought Iâd surprise you.â
Shoto canât speak.
Not when youâre looking at him like that.
Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.
It wasnât like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.
You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.
âSho? Are you okay?â Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.
He can only find it in himself to shake his head ânoâ, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. âI love you.â
You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. âI love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,â teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. âYouâre looking at me like youâre going to eat me alive or something.â
Oh? But I am.
The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.
Itâs unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever thereâs an uncomfortable beat of silence, how youâre so kind to everyone you meetâincluding himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.
Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.
âLove when you wear this,â he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, âyou are beautiful.â
âIâm glad you like it, Sho.â
Iâd like to rip it off.
Heâd buy you ten more if he could; if youâd let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.
Shoto doesnât realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.
âSho,â itâs your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, âd-donât know whatâs happening butââ
ââYou.â Heâs growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.
Shoto doesnât ask as heâs spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. âYou happened.â
Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.
âShoto! Oh my god! W-What are youââ
ââShowing you how much I love you.â
Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if itâs his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.
âLove you,â heâs moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, âlove you so much.â
âSho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.â
âKeep talking,â he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, âtell me how youâre feeling, honey.â
âWhaâI canât!â
Not when heâs devouring you with a fever you canât seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.
âPlease,â heâs begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, âtell me what you love about it, talk me through it.â
In fear of him halting his moments, youâre talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. âYour mouth,â you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, âa-always take your timeâshit! So warm ân soft.â
âKeep going, love.â
His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. âOh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.â
âWant me to use them?â He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.
How could you possibly tell him no?
âPlease.â
His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a âsquelchâ. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.
It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.
âShoto! D-Donât stopâplease, please donât stopppp.â Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.
âClose? I can feel you squeezing.â
âYes, yes!â You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, âwantâgonna cum in your mouth.â
âGo ahead, Iâll take care of you,â heâs whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.
Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. Youâre not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. âShit, shit, cumming!â
The sensation hits you all at once, Shotoâs hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shotoâs hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.
When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips heâs smiling, hands finding yours.
His fingers are wet. Your tea still isnât made.
Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.
His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.
Heâd woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.
âWas waiting up for you, didnât think youâd be so late,â youâre mumbling, voice shy.
He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.
âIâm sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,â heâs murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, âwant to make it up to you, will you let me?â
An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.
âHow are you feeling?â Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.
âG-Good,â youâre stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried youâll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, âfeels really good âzuku.â
âGood.â He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. âI think youâre ready for something else though, arenât you?â
âY-Your mouth? Please?â Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere heâs touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.
âYouâre silly,â heâs almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.
His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.
Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.
âA-And youâre mean,â mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. âIzuku!â
You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.
Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.
Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.
He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. âMean? You think this is mean?â
Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.
âFuck!â Youâre mewling, head thrashing.
You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spotâstill not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that heâs there.
âStill so tight,â heâs observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lilâ hole squelching for attention around them. âCan feel you sucking me in⊠feels good, doesnât it?â
You canât respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.
Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good youâre doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.
âLet me in, youâre almost there.â
âDoing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.â
âYou trust me, right?â
You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.
âIzuku?â The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. âWant your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tightâtoo full!â
Izuku almost feels pity for you.
His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.
âSince youâve been so good tonight, maybe Iâll give you what you want?â Heâs coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbinâ around in your gushy insides like heâs trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.
âPlease Izuku,â wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.
He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. âPlease what? Use your words.â
âPlease use your mouth,â youâre whining, yet he doesnât move, your eyes widening, âIzuku, can you please u-use your mouth andâŠâ
âGo on.â
He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.
âPlease eat me out.â
You must really want to cum tonight Izukuâs thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly youâre asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.
He doesnât respond, and right when you believe heâs about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.
Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.
âMppf! Zu! Oh god!â
Heâs purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.
His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.
âIâm closeââ
ââalready? Such a good girl.â He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izukuâs heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.
The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.
âIzuku, Izuku, Izuku!â Youâre the fullest youâve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.
You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.
âDonât go shy on me now, look at me.â Izukuâs pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.
âThere she is, mmmm my pretty girl,â he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, âoh baby, youâre so close, do you want to cum?â
Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.
âYes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!â Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once heâs pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.
âGo ahead honey,â heâs mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, âbecause after this one, youâll give me another, right?â
âFuck!â Youâre nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.
âBabe⊠didn't realize you were this wet, wouldâve left Sero's place like hours ago.â Denki Kaminari canât help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.
Heâd been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.
Darling lilâ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.
It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as heâd quickly pull his hand away from the mess heâd made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.
When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldnât get you home any faster.
Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.
âStop teasinâ me,â you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.
âIâm notttâhey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.â Heâs laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.
His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like theyâre quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.
Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. âYouâre such a freak, a-and Seroâs a perv⊠he wouldâve probably liked that shit.â
You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull âriiiiippppâ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.
âNot when Iâm done with ya he wonât,â placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, âit would suck having to buy him a new sink though.â
Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.
âFuck Denki!â You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, âIâm done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.â
âWant to-mfdphâI want to.â Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.
You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. âWhat babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.â
âShit,â heâs gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, âwanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.â
âOh Denki, everyone already knoâoh, fuck!â
His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.
âDenki!â The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, âgonna make me c-cum!â
âFuckkk-please, give it to me.â Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.
Denkiâs hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.
âM-More! FuckâPlease!â
He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.
âCâmon, youâve got it babe,â Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, âsoak meâpleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babeââ
Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.
âFuck babe, jusâ like that,â heâs mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, âaw, shit!â
Before he can realize whatâs happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.
The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.
You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipinâ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.
âFuuuck,â he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, âshould have done that at his place babe, n-next time Iâm dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!â
Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. âCan you please stop talking about your friends when youâre about to fuck me, please?â
a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay⊠so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away
bsf Nerd! Toru fks you in the ass after Frat! Kuna breaks up with you
I always see Mr steal your girl Sukuna but I wanna see nerdy, whimpering, Digimon wearing Gojo wrecking our holes đ cracked out smut lmao - he studies this extensively for you!
How did you end up here, with Satoru Gojo - the biggest nerd in college and your childhood best friend - squirting a generous amount of lube on your ass, all down his thick cock, pressing inside and stretching you out? muttering your name like a mantra, his fingers pressed into your hips, glasses about to fall off his face?
Well, for starters - your ex boyfriend Sukuna broke your heart.
He ended up with some other girl over you, purely because she was the snow dealer, so it was quick he just brushed you aside- all of this when the night before he'd been fucking you with your back arched. Sukuna was always mean with it, pounding his thick length in your cunt, finger slipped in your other hole.
All that threatening to fuck you in the ass but he never did. He was just kind of awkward looking for a six foot five jock - when you caught him snorting lines with his new girl, at least he had the tact to break up with you before he let her sink to her knees and suck him, while you were walking back in to grab your keys.
So you go and have a good cry with your best friend, Satoru Gojo. The two of you were mathletes after all, until Sukuna you had it bad for him, but he never crossed that line. Forever in the friend zone you long gave up that crush - but he was right there for you when you knocked on his door tonight.
He has your favorite movie on, bought you your favorite wine, kissing your head so sweetly as you snuggle against him. His glasses are just a little askew when he pulls back, so you gently fix them on the straight bridge of his nose, sipping your glass and trying to just forget everything.
"You are so sweet to me Satoru," you murmur ever so softly, brushing your hand across his cheek. "I missed you lately."
Sukuna was jealous and possessive so you barely saw Satoru- especially since Sukuna was convinced the boy was in love with you.
Well he was.
So in love in fact - Satoru made sure that he still saw you every morning, even though you didn't see him. He'd sneak over where you got coffee every morning just to look at your beautiful face, to get a glimpse of you looking all cute, only to lose it when Sukuna had his hands all over you.
The endless nights of jerking it to you religiously, of knowing everything about you, of being your 'best friend' were torture. Now with you in his arms on the loveseat, your pretty eyes swimming with tears still, he can't help but want to tell you it all.
That he'd die just to sink to his knees and have your cunt in his face. That he'd love to breed your holes, all three of them, until you're pumped so full of his cum you'll never think of that asshole fratboy Sukuna again.
So of course when you needed a friend, Satoru was there. And when your back was aching from sleeping in a weird position last night, rubbing your neck just a bit and gasping in pain? He was more than ready to offer you a massage.
"Toru, are you sure," you're blushing a bit when you slip off your top, laying down on his bed, feeling pretty blue eyes study you behind thick glasses. Your tits are just in a little bra, the material so thin he can likely see everything. "You don't have to rub my back."
"Studied massage sweetheart," he slips his fingers down your spine. "I know all the pressure points."
Being oiled down and massaged by Satoru Gojo felt a little too good, you may be arching into it more than a friend should. Your hands grip his soft blankets, you feel his cock pressed against your ass when he straddles you, running his fingers down your spine, unknotting those tight muscles.
"Feels s'good, mnh," you're whining out so fucking sexy Satoru leaks pre in his Digimon boxers. He bites back a moan, moving his hands lower, until be eases down your shorts just a bit.
"This okay? You have a lot of tension in your lower back."
"Mm, yes it's fine, oh... nghh..." Satoru pauses, his fingers are brushing over the dimples right over the curve of your ass.
You're moaning, fuck. His cock is twitching now, that pretty pink tip spurting so much it's leaking onto his pants. His hands brush lower again, pressing into the curve of your ass, each cheek gripped by his hands.
"Hmm," the wine hits now, you're soaking wet and that warmth is spreading from your body. "Y'know what's funny, Toru?"
"What sweetheart," he murmurs, easing your shorts down more. "This okay?"
"S'perfect," you sigh, reaching down to slip your shorts even further, Satoruâs pulse jumps just like his cock when you're only in a thong, pretty ass on display. "Sukuna always said he was gonna fuck me there."
"Fuck you... oh..." Satoru runs his fingers down your slit, pressing against the fabric. "In your pretty pussy?"
"No," you giggle and look back at him, seeing his cheeks dusted with a pretty pink. "The other hole."
"Your ass huh," he laughs softly, furious he ever touched you. "He didn't?"
"No, guess he's fucking his new girls ass but... I'd be down to try? Is that super-"
Satoru darts off of you.
"Toru?" You lean up and blink. But Satoru's back with five different bottles of lube, holding them out and grinning at you.
"I have warming, cooling, this one is flavored, this is silicon based -" he pauses, seeing your flustered state, before sitting down, tilting your chin up and kissing you. "I should kiss you first, before I talk about lube huh?"
You bury your face in his chest, eyes shutting as he rubs your back gently. "Are you sure you wanna try this with me?"
Oh he's dreamed of fucking all your holes forever.
So that's how Satoru Gojo - your best friend - ends up with you arched in front of him, lapping at least two stripes from your clit to your ass first - he's a gentleman after all - and then pulling your cheeks apart. He bares your cute holes to him, watching them clench so adorably, before he spits right in you, watching the bubble clear mess trickle out and down to your pretty cunt.
"Oh y-you... ah!" He spreads his spit around, up on his knees now, when you feel a cold squirt right on it.
"I'll take such good care of you pretty," his fingers slip right inside your hole. Stretching it with their thickness, you whine out at the sensation, Satoru rests over you, a hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck. "Can you arch that pretty ass a little more for me?"
Fuck.
Satoru Gojo - your nerdy best friend - is curling those fingers with a mean precision, the pressure is so intense you almost pull back from it.
"Ah ah, don't tighten up, you're already doing such a good job," he leans over you, swiping your hair off one shoulder to place soothing little kisses. "You're taking them so well."
"Toru..." He grins when you relax, when it starts to feel so good, ass gripping his fingers so tight he can't imagine how good it'll be when it's strangling his cock. "Feels good... so... ah..."
"That's it," he chuckles then, pulling back and squirting more lube on your hole, you hear the sounds of his zipper and look back, blushing when you see just how huge his cock is, leaking streams of white that drip down the bed. "Good girl."
The first press of Satoru's pretty pink tip burns your unused hole, he's squirting even more and pulling your ass cheeks apart with the other hand, exhaling. And that's when it starts to feel so good. you may or may not have completely forgotten Sukuna when he's shoving his thick length in you deeper, easing so you feel every fucking inch.
Satoru has studied extensively for this very moment - and wastes no time in burying his cock to the hilt, his heavy balls ready to breed you smacking your empty cunt. He leans over you, reaching around to rub your clit, feeling you clamp down on him, the spurts of lube dripping down his inner thighs.
"Ah! S-so deep I... s'much, Toru..." Your head falls back against his hard chest, hands clinging to the blankets as he sits there buried, pelvis flush against your ass, letting you adjust.
"Takin' all of me, god I can't wait to breed all your holes," your eyes roll back when he begins to move, fucking you so deep - the burn so intense you're close with a few strokes and rolls of his fingertips.
"Breed me?"
"Mhm," he grins against your neck, fucking your ass harder, pulling back off your clit to take your fingers and put them right there so you feel it twitching. "There you go, touch yourself for me."
Sukuna who?
It's hard to remember that man when Satoru Gojo's cock was pummeling your ass, with messy smacks, all while your phone keeps going off. You're screaming into the blanket when your cunt drools and spasms around nothing, orgasm smacking you so hard, the squelches and slaps of skin echoing in Satoru's room.
"Hmm, wanna get that sweetheart?" he leans over, shoving his cock deep and bottoming out, you scream out then, as he grabs your phone, chuckling again.
Was he a nerd really or a psycho?
Maybe both.
"Ah, seems his coke dealer isn't good at head, tsk," he hands you the phone, as if your fucked out self can function or see, leaning over you with his blue eyes focused on the messages. How Satoru unlocked your phone you'll have to figure out later. "Should tell him who's fucking your ass, huh? Should we answer the facetime?"
"You're ins-sane..." But you look back, smiling and nodding.
Sukuna is furious when he sees Satoru fucking you from the back, but nothing makes him madder than when you moan out -
"Oh f-fuck, Toru! Be easy, you know I've n-never been fucked there!"
"The fuck!?" Sukuna is furious, but also you look sexy, he's still high off coke so he can't help but feel his cock twitch.
"You really fucked up, God she's taking me so well," he shoves in deep and Sukuna has to watch your eyes roll back. "Don't worry, I'll take real good care of her."
Feeling Satoru's cum flooding your hole has you gasping, his fingers pumping in your cunt and curling, having your ass just milk him for all he's worth. His balls contracting as he floods you with all that cum he's waited so long to, watching it pour out in milky streams down your needy cunt was just too perfect.
Sukuna may call you over and over, he may jerk off and snort so much coke he passes out - but Satoru is wide awake. After washing you up carefully in the shower, he makes sure to let you feel his cock in your cunt, fucking you on the shower wall, pouring even more cum, he's just kept so much for his best friend.
So much he doesn't stop when you're in bed with him, and when you're just too sore, you decide to give Gojo his first blow job. <3