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pairing dilf blue-collar truck driver!ryomen sukuna x wife!afab reader synopsis freshly newlywed, your husband goes on his first 2000-mile load across the country, leaving you alone for nearly a month. when he comes home, sukuna sees you've learned some new recipes, and new ways to keep him wanting more. tags no-curses western set!au, established relationship, age gap (kuna is ~50, read is ~30), crude language, traditional relationship ideals, smut, f!receiving oral//body worship, lots of sweet/dirty talk, hubby is a biggggg man btw, manhandling, nsfw word count 6.1k authors note  my dirtiest, nastiest, most gut-wrenching, toe-curling fantasy is having a big, beefy husband... but, uh, whoopsie-daisy, I promised u guys this concept in a drabble, but u get a full one-shot instead. can't say i don't love u. enjoyyyy :*

gorgeoussssss art by @innaillus <3

The sound of a car door slams against the sizzle of the dinner turning in your cast-iron pan.

Always perceptive to little things, as such, you raise your gaze against the tiled backsplash. It's not smart to leave the stove, knowing your stew could burn to the bottom of the pan if you let it linger. So, you wait, heart racing, but with expectations at a near-zero.

Your husband is never really home. Since you married him last Summer, you two haven't spent more than a month in constant presence. He's always working. It's in his nature, painted in his blood and the ink on his skin, just like it had been for his father, and the one before him. You won't fail to admit that you have an… easy, enjoyable life, staying in and nursing the big house in the sticks he bought you, or driving into town behind the wheel of his pickup truck. If they're in bloom at your local flower farm, you pick daisies under a sunhat and place them in vases around the house. If it's dreary, you meet a friend for coffee, or perhaps stay in and knit — Forensic Files humming deftly from the vintage box TV.

It's a simple way of life, and Sukuna was your lifeboat right as you felt your heart start to sink.

Now, you stand, easily afloat, cooking up dinner for your husband.

The car door slam outside morphs into gravel-crunching steps, slow and lazy. It's quite an incline to get to your porch from the gravel drive, one that Sukuna despised when he was weary after fifty-something long years and thousands of miles.

You know it's him, only when the key slides in the door with a rough sort of delicacy that only your husband could hold. He doesn't linger unnecessarily or spend too much of his energy on menial tasks when he only has so much. Every touch is jagged and unsteady to an extent — thrusting the key, rattling the knob when his big hand wraps around the metal. Sukuna grunts when he pushes it open and steps inside, the hard soles of his shoes squeaking on your door mat as he strides in, one at a time.

From the entryway, he can see your back at the stove, knees crossed under your skirt as your heart races, and your soul glistens. You reach up, turning the gas to low, watching the blue flames slowly flicker down under the grate.

Holding your breath, you turn over your shoulder with a small, steady smile, biting your lip when you see him again. Taller than your doorway — broad-shouldered and mildly unwelcoming, he stands like he expects something. Like he's waiting for you to make a move, you do, dipping your head and turning around so you can look him over top to bottom.

Lip still caught between your teeth, hands wrapped around the oven handles like you're holding back, you watch as Sukuna wordlessly untucks his dirt-kissed single-breasted tee shirt. He pulls it from the silver buckle that keeps his pants up, giving you a slight edge of the blue plaid on his briefs. Those little moments and the details in his demeanor- make him so tempting.

He waits for you to speak first — to welcome him back into the home you so expertly curated in his vision. "Welcome home."

"I've been waiting to hear that for a month." He finally caves, shedding that tough outer exterior that melts away at the sound of your sweet voice. He toes off his boots right where he stands, jaw working around a yawn he feels he has to stifle in your presence. Still, he makes his way into the room slowly, dragging his socked feet, identifying the scent and sounds in the air. Most of all, he takes you in — his beautiful prize of a wife guarding the first home-cooked meal he's indulged in since setting out for the load.

Your smile gets wider as he draws closer, chest rising and falling in rapid, nervous little clusters before he stops just a breath away. His toes touch yours, just meeting by a breath as he fumbles about in the back pocket of his stained jeans.

After a moment, he pulls out a folded envelope, carrying it proudly between two joined fingers. So close, you can feel his sticky aura on your skin. You nod and take it, staring straight into his settled stare with a feminine ease that soothes his soul right down to the core. You slip a manicured finger under the licked sugar-seal, tearing the envelope and pulling out the physical manifestation of your husband's labor, in the form of a five-figure check scrawled in ink, made out to the last name you both shared.

"Do you like what you see, sweet thing?"

"Hm," you hum tastefully, trying to stifle down the smile that keeps tugging at your lips. It's hard to look into his piercing stare when a number so big is staring back at you, but you cave, knowing eye contact is the least he deserves. "I do."

Sukuna is one for touch, but only in the easiest circumstances — when he's alone with you. He leans closer, dipping his gaze to meet yours. "Once you put most of it away for bills, I want you to treat yourself." His voice is impossibly deep and exhausted in his throat, scratching its way to the surface just like your manicured nails scratch against the paper check.

You nod him down, unable to stifle your proud smile as it tugs at your lips. He hums at your approval, caging you in against the heated stove with a thick arm strong at your side. He wraps his hand around the handle of the oven, dipping his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. You smell so overwhelmingly sweet, like elegant sugar and florals. It's a scent he knows too well, one that he keeps insisting you buy because of how it reminds him of you so wholly.

"How would you prefer I treat myself this time?"

Sukuna sniffs out your dinner, then hums in your ear — light hair tickling your sensitive neck as he burrows a little deeper. At your side, his vice grip tightens like he's holding back, squeezing hardened metal instead of the softness of your flesh.

"Would you… like to help me pick out a few new pieces of lingerie?"

Sukuna doesn't reply with as much energy as usual. Instead, he just grunts, lips pulling into a smirk that fades so quickly that you had no idea it was even there. "Just you saying the word's enough to get me excited."

You laugh, tilting your head back as his words fade into kisses around your neck, dipping to your collarbone, then against the softness leading up to your jawline. The soft, greying stubble on his cheeks tickles, but it's an endearing little shiver that courses through your body like venom. "Before you get too excited,"

"Uh-oh."

"The trucks been making some weird knocking noise." He stands up straight, and you settle back in, gaze low as he stares into your reflection like he's trying to make something new out of it. "Been too scared to drive it with you away, so I've been stuck inside."

"Could've called me." He turns his back to you, yawning behind a closed fist as he goes to grab his boots at the door. "I'd have one of my mechanic friends haul ass up here and fix it within the day."

"It's your truck, so I wanted you to fix it." Your words don't come off as calculated and sweet as they usually do when you talk to him, so you rush to clarify, "I hope that's okay."

"You're more than okay, baby doll." His voice fades into the grey of the space and the echoes of his deft footsteps as he makes his way to the garage side door. He keeps his truck parked there, safe and secure for you, and lets his SUV idle in the front — hauling him to and from the truck yard where it sits peacefully during every one of his jobs. You smile loosely and turn back to your simmering dinner, leaving the head idling at an easy medium-low while the wafting scent of sweet tomatoes and beef fills the air like a savory cologne.

Letting it go just a minute too long on the new temperature, your dissociative, love-struck stare renders your stew burnt to the bottom of the pot. You smell it first, cussing under your breath as you push the top off and cut the heat.

"No big deal," you reassure yourself, careful not to scrape the burnt layer and risk deepening the lightness of the meal. Sounds from the garage distract you from the meal again, a gentle hammering and thumping, followed by his grunts, then silence. You peek out down the hallway, still holding the dripping stock spoon in your grip. "Yoo-hoo, dinner's almost done!" You yell, eyebrow cocking when you don't hear the immediate clamor of his fervor.

"Well, I didn't want you to worry about it, now." You go to scold him with worry, sauce dripping from the spoon you've carried all the way to the garage. He's left the door ajar, out of eye shot when you push it open. He's got the big-ass truck cranked up — lights up bright as he disappears somewhere under it, dirtying himself again after a long, dirty day at work.

You click your teeth, watching his dusty driving boots push and shuffle from under the vehicle. "Ryomen,"

"I hear you." He bites back, thick voice muffled by the weight of the truck. "It's only — I'll be sleeping all day tomorrow, and while it's on my mind…" He pauses, sliding out from under with his back pressed to the dusty ground. He emerges more dusty than he went in, with unknown black smudges on his thick arms and settled face, and tools littered all around him. "I want to get it done."

"What are you doing down there? Changing the oil?"

"You said dinner's ready?" He grunts as he shifts to his knee, then back on his feet. "Heard you callin', but figured you'd just come on in."

"Just have to make the rice, figure I should warn you." You part your lips, watching the sweat bead and glisten against his heavy muscles as he cranks the truck back down on its front wheels. The greying tips of his hair cling to the base of his neck, falling out of place as he exerts himself one final time before succumbing to your sweetness. The whole scene knocks the breath out of your lungs, holding you captive as he grunts and sighs, putting on a show for you that he knows gets you going.

"You got it." He mutters, keeping the crank under the car and passing you by as he steps back inside. You turn with him, gaze wide and upturned as you scan each of his precise movements. "You got some drip, there." He mentions in passing, landing a surprisingly sharp slap over your ass. "Clueless thing,"

You jump, bodies brushing, dirt rubbing off on you as he passes through the doorway. He points out the small trail of drippings in your path, voice laced with an uncertain kind of endearment. "I-it's not burned, so don't be alarmed by the smell!" Rushing to calm your flush and chase after him, he nods silently, turning back to you when he feels you following close behind.

"You're the only one alarmed here." He speaks slowly, disappearing into the bedroom hallway to leave you with the lingering ghost of him that he always seemed to let drift behind. You peek down at your spoon — to the broth that has dripped down the handle and over your fingers, staining them in salty reds.

You jump back into it, licking your fingertips clean, then losing yourself in the farmhouse-style kitchen sink as you wash the remnants from your hands. You drop the spoon in the soapy water, too, grabbing a new one from the utensil drawer.

Your husband is notoriously a man of few words, leaving you with only a vague idea of what he's doing as the shower cranks on, steam lifting under the bathroom door he always leaves cracked when he bathes. It's an open invitation for you to sit and keep him company, perched on the toilet and just chatting his ear off while he pretends to listen. When he's gone on work trips, he calls you just for that same closeness, hearing the TV hum in the back as you go on and on about your best friend's divorce, or how your extended family reached out to you suddenly after the wedding.

Whether it's complaining or doting, his well-timed grunts and empty reassurances are exactly what you need to keep going. He shows that he cares in small ways like that, never entertaining anyone else's conversation when it's not yours.

Sukuna emerges twenty minutes later with his hair stringy and sticking to his scalp. He's decided to throw on one of the shirts you laundered for him before he left, enjoying the faint scent of daisies on the cotton that isn't as overpowering as the fresh clothes you just folded and tucked away.

He walks in sleep-shorts, hanging low on his waist, riding against the hair that gathers at the peak of his happy trail that he never bothers shaving. It's light — pinkish, now that his grey has grown through. Just as the top flips open on your ricemaker, thick savory steam lifts into the air on the only part of dinner you haven't fucked up yet.

"How was your shower?" You quirk up, antsy and shivering as you start putting together his serving. Over half of the rice you made is his, and it takes you at least five ladles of stew to fill his bowl. The vegetables you roasted are for you — the only thing he swore he wouldn't indulge in your homecooking.

"Nice to not be locked up in a truck stop." He grunts as he sits at your dining table, right at the front. He leans back, kicking his legs out and stretching his arms high above his head. Yawning again as you close in with his meal, he shoots you an eager gaze as you melt under his attention. "Can't stand showering with shoes on."

As you lean over him, sliding his steaming meal towards him, he stares, and it's blatant and unashamed. His eyes linger over your chest, then over the gold jewelry adorning your neck, and back down your waist and the jut of your ass. He never holds himself back from you, but you're glad he waited until the bowl was on the table before grabbing the small of your back, big hand smoothing the pleats in your skirt like he's trying to fix you up. In reality, all he's trying to do is feel you up, so you let him.

"I can't stand the thought of you having to do that every day."

"It's the one thing you don't get used to." His big hand finds its way under your skirt, tracing hotly against the silky-soft skin of your thigh. Sukuna traces the edge of your lace panties as he owns them, tucking his fingers under the fabric, and pulling so the snap can startle you with an endearing squeak.

"Cowboy stew for my cowboy," You giggle, coming down from the ease of his touch. You turn his bowl so he can pick up his spoon and start eating, but instead, he looks up at you and shakes his head. "What?"

"Nothing," He actually, finally smiles, and it feels real enough to stop you in your tracks, even with his hand up your skirt. "A man can't stare at his wife? You're all mine to stare at."

Your husband doesn't let you wash the dishes after he finishes eating. He waits until the bulk of it is set aside to dry, creeping up behind you as you rinse and scrub at the burnt base of your cast-iron. It'd take you months to re-season it back to its former glory, but you can only kick yourself for your carelessness, and the excitement of your husband coming home.

He doesn't speak a word, just casually turns off the flowing water, and pulls your wrists from the scalding pool. You jump at the grace of his touch, swallowing down a gasp as he guides that dripping wet arm over his shoulders, not giving you space to react as he lifts you from the ground. He grunts like he always does, but just barely. You're what he knows, so he carries your weight like it's his.

"What are yo—

He silences you with a kiss, too occupied with your sweet, painted lips to look where he's walking. Sukuna lets his need for you lead the way back to the bedroom, kissing you like he means it, tongue slipping between your lips as you part them to protest.

Your fingers leave wet marks against the back of his shirt, dragging the fabric and getting lost in the closeness when he holds you even tighter. "Wanted to grab you before you locked yourself in that bathroom for three hours."

"You know I like to prepare for you." You whisper, breath hitching softly as he pushes the bedroom door open and leads you to the bed. It's gentle and fleeting, but his hands linger as he puts you on the mattress. The silk fabric of your skirt gathers — your skin sticks together with the afterglow of his shower, and how the humidity just made a home against the feathery hair on his chest and arms as he reaches behind his neck to pull his collar off and over his head.

Sukuna's thick chest is a welcome sight. Once you rise to your elbows to ogle at, jaw dropped and knees rocking together, as the bare buffness makes its sacred home right back in the center of your gaze. He climbs onto the bed, and you rise to your knees, walking over to him with an expectant, easy smile.

"Missed you." You mutter, pressing your palms to his chest, running them down his pecs and over his shoulders. "And this."

"Mm," He hums in response, not quite knowing what to say, or if he should speak at all. He'd rather just show you how tempting you look right you — you, in your knee-length skirt and chiffon blouse, paid for by his hard labor. He likes the way his money looks on you rather than the same fleece overshirts and cotton tees he lives, breathes, and dies in every day. You make it look expensive — like his way of life is worth it.

Sukuna doesn't even notice the brand-new bamboo moisture-wicking sheets that are under him, but he notices the softness of your face and the color on your lips. He memorises it as he closes his big hand over your jaw, pulling you into a kiss, sucking your plush bottom lip between his teeth. His other impatient limb gathers and pulls at your skirt, hoisting it up past your knees, just high enough to slip his hand between your thighs, body heating and mingling with the impossible, sticky heat that blooms just for him.

"Take it off." He demands with few words, only interested in touching and tracing over the soft crotch of your underwear, and not dealing with pesky gold closures. You nod, letting him kiss you to oblivion, eyelids fluttering and lips parched as he sucks all the soul from you.

You fumble and reach behind your waist, tugging your zipper open, reveling in the loss of constriction. Sukuna touches that freedom and pushes you back into the mattress, smiling against the breathy moan that falls from your lips as you melt into your familiar mess of pillows.

"And just lay there and moan my name, lookin' pretty."

"You don't want me to touch you?" You whisper in passing, flicking the buttons to your shirt open as he tosses the skirt across the room — a fist getting caught in your delicate panties. He tugs against the fabric, ruining it for later use with its stretched fibers. You don't see the bulge in his pants — can't feel it, but you know it's there. You know how overcome he is with the way the burning red flush erupts at his neck and bleeds down his torso.

Your panties find their way across the mattress, abandoned somewhere unseen for you to find when you're dreary and weathered with sleep and the aftermath of him. Sukuna stares into your eyes as he pushes himself against the mattress, his glare almost predatory. Your heart drops, then settles in the pit of your stomach.

"Never seen you make something called cowboy stew," He mutters, half-focused on you as you tug the shirt off your shoulder, bra-strap peeking free. "Where'd you find that recipe? What's in it?"

"Huh?" You reply, breathless, tossing your head back as your body heats in a mixture of nerves and arousal. It always feels like the first time when he touches you — huge hand making craters in your thighs as he pulls them apart. "D-did you like it?"

Sukuna doesn't hide his stare, certainly not when your cunt shivers in his presence, leaking wetness that stains and glistens against the inside of your thighs. "Don't understand why it's called that." Like he's taken personal offense, his voice is glum and low. Still, he loses himself in the warmth you exude, pushing his head between your thighs, kissing against the sweet wetness. He hums, then licks you clean, eyes slipping shut at the taste starts to settle.

"I didn't name the dish." You let go, tugging further at your shirt when your head falls back into the pillows. You have a good vantage point from this spot, tilting your head to the side so your deep breaths can flow — not clog up your chest in desperate hicks. Playing with your bra strap, cheeks tingling, you peer at him as Sukuna gets lost in you. "I took out some things — added others I think you'd like instead."

"Didn't even tell you I was coming home." He kisses the left crook of your thighs, nose bumping against your folds — aching and waiting for him.

"I heard it in the wind."

"You and them silly superstitions." He finally gives you, grip tightening as he dives in. Sukuna knows your body — what excites you — and still, he makes it a point to savor this. His tongue starts at your entrance, dipping and gathering the pooled arousal, humming right back into your pulsing cunt.

You gasp, breath shivering as his tongue laps at your entrance, expertly making its way to your clit with a speed he's mastered in your time together. Sukuna's warm lips close around the bud, sucking it between hollowed cheeks, eyes slipping shut as your thighs shake and shiver. He has to pin you open, knowing you have every mind to strangle him between your heat until he takes that fateful last breath.

It sounds like Heaven — the only issue being, Sukuna would let you. His soul feels so close to home when it's buried between your thighs, memorizing your sweetness as it mingles with his spit and slides down his throat. Exhaling hotly against your heat once he pulls away, Sukuna smirks when he feels how sensitive and overcome you are already, with yourleft heel running down his back, pushing and flexing as the sensation renders you obsessive and crazy.

Your head flies back into your pillows, tummy shivering, unable to pull yourself free from the onslaught like your body naturally needs. The stimulation hits you right in the gut, especially when he focuses those sinful lips at your leaking hole — his nose jutting and digging into your clit, making your back arch, neck tightening.

You want to speak — to tell him that it's so good, but you can't find the breath. Every single time you part your lips, a jumbled version of his name spills out into his mop of speckled hair, going blurry around the edges as your hips lift off the bed.

"I know." He growls into your cunt, forcing your thighs open when they fall together with the force of submission. "Want me to tell you how sweet you taste? Mm…" Sukuna knows what he's doing, and he does it on purpose, just to make your bones sing. His words vibrate throughout your core like they're singing hymns into your bloodstream, making you shake, quiver, and go weak against it.

Sukuna knows immediately when you cum, flying his eyes open when you go limp so he can make out the way your face scrunches before going completely blank — like you've seen a ghost. It's endearing, and a sight he sees every time he looks at you, filing that intimate moment in the back of his mind every time you smile or purposefully pick at his nerves.

He drinks you up like it's his final meal, humming, huffing, and grunting as he humps lazily against the friction of the bed. If he's not careful, he'd make a mess in the pants you'd have to clean tomorrow, and though the messy sight would be endearing come morning, he has to physically rip himself onto his knees to keep him from finishing at the sound of your cries and the pinch of your sweet features.

Sukuna knows exactly what way to make love to you in, his favorite — your least favorite. He wants to stare down at you in missionary, so he mounts you before you can put two and two together, still hazy and holding onto sanity like you're holding onto your bamboo sheets.

Like they're on fire, Sukuna rips off his pants, shuffling them down his thighs just enough to comfortably make a home between your pulled knees. He shushes you like you're a fussy child, shaking his head as you whimper and flutter your lashes, trying to come down to the tightness of his grip. A hand lost to you works between your bodies, wrapping around his thick girth, pinching at the base so he doesn't finish as soon as he slips inside.

"Open up and look at me." He demands, needing to see the way your vision clouds over when you feel him split you open. The view makes his eyes water — it makes him crazy and territorial, and it's what he sees on those night-drenched roads when there's nothing to keep him company but the buzz of the radio and the constant hum of his tires spinning against the pavement.

"Hey." His voice dips into something sinister — the swollen, thoroughly underused head of his cock just whispering against your fluttering entrance. "Open the fucking eyes, now. I didn't wait a month to see you sleep, and you know that."

"I-I'm—

"Look alive." He nods, reaching up to squeeze your chin in his hands. Concentrating over you in a plank only held up by the strength in his knees and a single hand pressed to the mattress, he yanks your attention back down to Earth, nodding when that pretty, familiar gaze flickers back into view. "Good girl — obedient."

"I love you." Before you can fully get the words out, as you stare into his crimson gaze, he slips inside, and it feels exactly how you knew it would — like home. The thing you do — the one with your lovely gaze makes Sukuna crazy. It's impossible to hold back, but he knows he needs to. He can't let this moment slip from his fingers, because it's built up so perfectly and in time with every single one of his nastiest, night-spanning fantasies.

"I love you, too." He answers, eyes squeezing shut as his hips stutter and rock into yours, mind falling into complete static as your soft walls spasm and loosen around him. It feels like he's going insane, eye twitching as he hits that halfway point, feeling the tip nudge against your gummy walls.

Sukuna bottoms out and is so overcome that he has to hide it. You moan and whimper into the air — into his shoulder as he presses his body into yours. All the air is knocked loose from your chest, and you're too constricted to gasp or beg for mercy, so you succumb to the closeness as it's your death… a bitterly sexy and sweet way of losing it all. You can only sit up and catch a soft breeze when he dips his head to your neck, panting into your wet collarbone, his teeth skimming your shoulder and snapping against the strap of your bra. It falls when he pushes it, but it's not enough to pull it off, just to make you look unkempt and fucked-up — his favorite sight.

Then, his teeth move to the gold chain hanging from your neck, sitting high as gravity pulls it into the pillows under you. Sukuna bites down on the metal, grunting as he jerks and circles his hips inside of you.

You're nodding for nobody — nothing making sense as you run your hands over the ink painted against his huge shoulders, and down his back. All you can do is whisper out invisible praises that keep him going in this sweet, touch-starved pace, too taken to speak your own-damn self. It's just too good. He's so close.

The chain falls from his teeth, wet and cold, jerking life back to your soul as you peel open your eyes. Sukuna sits up, studying that shimmer in your gaze. He reaches down and strokes your leg, massaging your knee as he guides it over his hip. After years, you know what this is — Sukuna can't risk you trying to overcome his position with your writhing legs. He needs you pinned like a fish as he feeds you every single greuling inch of his thick cock.

He wants you on display, but before he shakes you off and gives you what you want, he dips back down and kisses you. Demanding your neck in a way that proves that you're his, you whimper and whine into the intimacy, eyes fluttering shut as he falls from your lips, over your neck, and eventually trailing to the crook of your arm. He reaches behind his back, digging thick fingers into your arm, and pins your wrist above your writhing bodies, giving him the perfect angle to lean down and lick a fat, concentrated swipe through your armpit. He savors the scent — the lingering cleanliness of your wash and scentless deodorant. There's a soft taste of your cologne there, too, and it drives him insane.

That lick turns into kisses, and those kisses feed into the way he fucks into the mattress like he's scared you're going to run away from the body-to-body.

Sukuna gets lost in it the same way every time. He always reverts back to the first time he felt you — how he lost his mind and threw his livelihood to the wolves just to feel you wrap around him again. Your breathy moans echo in his head, beating off the sides and mixing with his thoughts where they stay forever.

Slamming into your sopping cunt, filling the room with the lewdness, he doesn't want to think about anything else. He's hardly thinking about you, letting you scratch and pull at whatever you need, head nodding as your moans fade back into full-chested cries. Behind him, your legs jerk and your feet stiffen, head rocking back with a bent neck like you're trying to expel something impure from your soul.

The pleasure renders you silent so that his groans can be the soundtrack to your pleasure. You wish you could tell him just how much you love and need him, but the way you're taking him is all the proof he needs.

As you fade in and out of reality, you can't help but hold onto him a bit tighter, tears springing to your eyes as he kisses you — body writhing and giving you everything it's got, because it needs you just like you need him.

Every unsaid word — every whisper and twitch in the night gathered and festered in a sealed jar for a month until Sukuna grabbed and broke the seal without strain. It fuels him now that he's into it, sitting up and flipping you onto your stomach so he can finish himself off while you cry and moan his name into the sheets.

Through it all, and though he hates to admit it, Sukuna feels like the ripe thirty days without you this time were worth every single second. He doesn't roll off of you all night, and you're not too tired to complain, you just can't fathom pushing him away once he's been so far.

Sukuna leaves you again, a week later.

Just like you felt the shift in the day he arrived, you feel it as you zip his duffel bag shut.

Attached at the hip for a solid seven days, Sukuna was glad to send you away, even if it was just to shower without him. He lingered as you cooked dinner — drove you into town with all the windows down, so he could watch your hair turn silently in the breeze. In public, he didn't hold you by the hand, but instead kept you at his side with a strong arm at your waist.

You bought him a watch, and he bought you a new dress that he peeled off the second you put it on. Every night, like a ritual, he fell asleep on your chest and didn't move an inch — groaning and pulling you back when you tried to push away. Every bath — every achingly boring football game you had to sit through all fueled him in ways you couldn't see.

"You get into any more trouble with that car," He walks back into the room, pulling a grey, rolled sleeve flannel over his broad shoulders. "Don't wait until I get back to tell me."

"Yes, sir." You smile, teeth shimmering like dusted pearls as you hand him his heavy bag. Sukuna doesn't smile back, but you can see the lightness in his eyes when you do. Instead, he nods and shoulders the weight of his life for the next two weeks, already planning what he'd do to you the next time he has you all alone, locked up in his arms.

You follow him out of the room as he swings his bag over his shoulder, heavy footsteps shaking the floorboards. The front door draws closer and closer — closing in on the two of you like a twisted sort of death trap that you can't ever seem to claw your way out of. Sure, tonight you could sleep, tossing and turning on your mattress and eat salads and bagels all the time, but the freedom comes at the bitter, familiar loss of your husband.

Whether temporary or not, losing him feels like the first time all over again.

Sukuna opens the door like it's so easy, regarding you for half a second to make sure you're still biting at his heels. "Stay up here, babe." He mentions crossing the metal threshold onto the porch that he painted the summer after he bought you this house. "Gonna get your pretty feet all dirty."

"Wouldn't you like to see that," You hum, resting your hip against the doorway as he jogs down the steps. "Hey, be safe, now. Call me when you stop for the night."

"Don't have to remind me every damn time."

"I do." You stand up straight, reaching for the banister as you step onto the porch. Sukuna pulls the driver's side door to his SUV open, swallowing down a smirk.

"Stay your ass on that porch—

"Call me, Ryomen."

"Alright." It's simple, but it still takes a push to give it up as easily as you speak it. "See you, baby doll."

You give him a polite smile, grip squeaking as it tightens against the railing. You're holding yourself back, but you can't say anything else. The car door closes on the rest of your messy, jumbled thoughts, breaking you free from the anxiety that always seems to spike once he gets behind a wheel.

The engine turns over. You can see him staring at you through the streaked windshield, shaking his head when you motion for him to crank the window down. "Load's gonna leave without me, babe!"

His sharp tone, though quite playful for him, strikes you silent as he shifts the car in gear. The second his gaze falls — the break lights illumining the whisper of the morning behind him, you call out for him again;

"I love you! Be safe… please."

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[fricks]

pornstar!sukuna has a niche for the dark and dangerous. ☆

he's strict about the shoots he accepts, usually only taking the ones that cater to his more intense nature... ropes and chains and gags and rigs beyond the typical BDSM fanatic's wildest dreams.

he's worked with countless other actors and actresses—he's demeaned and degraded and stolen people's dignities for a paycheck hundreds of times over. but his favourite is you.

you're not so easy to break, and he likes the challenge. plus, all the videos you've made with him tend to make double his usual profit. the people like watching him bend you out of shape.

pornstar!sukuna is quick to agree when you call him late one night asking for a favour. you were meant to do a camshow with another pornstar when he cancelled last minute. and you know people are excited for this one—so you promise him half your earnings for an hour or two of his time.

he expects a homemade rig to greet him when he's walking into your home within the hour. maybe something a little more vanilla than he's used to, but it doesn't take fancy equipment to spank your ass raw.

so it's a slight shock to his system when he walks into your room to find a bunch of... pink. a camera and laptop feed stand pointed at your bed, which is covered in pink linen, and hanging from your headboard is a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

he sees the vision. you, laid out and fucked like a whore in pink. he could make you cry, stain your pretty pink sheets with your tears, his cum... he's eager.

until you tell him the handcuffs aren't for you, but for him.

pornstar!sukuna has half a mind to walk the fuck out. to bend you over the bed and fuck you stupid for even assuming he'd give up his sweet control on camera. that he'd ruin his crafted image of the sadistic figurehead for a camshow of all things.

but you're looking up at him so pretty. how can he turn heel and walk out now? he's seen you fucked out and stupidly cockdrunk before, heard you beg and whine and cry for mercy... he knows what you look like when you submit. when you give, and give, and give.

so what if he wants to know how you look when you take?

pornstar!sukuna, the notorious dominant, loads up on thousands of peoples screens that night, handcuffed to the headboard in a room that is entirely pink. the cuffs, the sheets, his mussed hair, the pretty blush that paints the bridge of his nose, the leaky tip of his cock as you sit beside him and stroke it up and down, nails painted pink to match.

he growls when people start tipping each time he gets close to orgasm, bumping up a timer at the top of your screen that counts down the time until he's allowed to cum—every donation adding five seconds here, ten seconds there.

he looks so very out of place, big and imposing and so covered in tattoos that even his ridiculous length has ink running up the shaft. he's needy and growing all the more desperate the longer you deny him the sweet release he was hoping to bully into you. god, the muscles in his arms twitch with the temptation to break free and fuck you mindless.

it's when you start praising him, nice and loud for the mic to pick up, that he thinks something might be wrong with the wiring in his head—because he moans. his whole life, he's gotten off on inflicting the worst onto others. and now he's on the painful brink of what might be the strongest orgasm of his life cresting, and you're not letting him come.

pornstar!sukuna can only hold on to this degradation for so long before his taut-pulled patience snaps and burns on impact. watching himself through the display of your laptop, cock red and angry as it leaks copious amounts of precome at your denial, he grits his teeth and groans and calls you a fucking bitch, which earns him a stark slap across the face with your free hand.

the sound carries, and your chat starts speeding up. viewers at home, all with hands down their pants or in their wallets for their card details, all watch with bated breath as realisation dawns on sukuna's face—you slapped him. you slapped him in front of thousands of people, on a camshow that will be available for anyone willing to pay.

so, he snaps. and naturally so.

pornstar!sukuna breaks your locked cuffs with one harsh pull of his wrists, and has you flipped over and taking the entirety of his cock in less time than it takes you to process his movements. part of him is flas you were enjoying his torture, because you're wet enough to take him to the base with only a few choked gasps and a sharp, searing, beautiful burn. no tears... this time.

he fucks you stupid for toying with him for so long. for airing out a side of him that is weak in the bones for you, and plastering it across the internet for anyone (and everyone) to see—your viewer count is higher than it's ever been.

still, even as he bullies his cock into you, makes you watch yourself on the laptop screen as you take every last burning inch of his length, he's somewhat sweet. his tight grip on your hips is soothed by his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin, grunt and groans are paired with soft whispers of praise into your ear—low enough, of course, that the mic can't pick up a word of the sweet nothings he's spilling into you alongside his cock.

and, for the first time on film, sukuna turns your chin and catches your lips in a wet kiss as he cums. lip piercing cold against your heated lips, your legs shaking beneath him in desperate need for mercy as he spills inside of you. it's almost enough to trigger your own orgasm, and you'd manage to get there on the feeling of being so utterly filled, if not for the way he pulls out right as you're on the edge, denying you as you had denied him.

pornstar!sukuna is, at the end of the day, mean.

he laughs when, in your cum-drunk haze, you try to scramble forward and shut the lid of your laptop to end the camshow. he stops you with a big arm around your waist, pouting mockingly into the camera as you try nonetheless to reach for what might be the only thing stopping sukuna from quite literally rearranging your guts. no dice.

you want it off. you want to fear for what he'd do to you without any prying eyes. you'd like more than anything to beg and plead for an orgasm or three, but the kind of look sukuna is giving you now says nothing of sweet release.

instead, he looks right into your webcam and grins something shark-like. he promises your since-doubled viewer count that the show won't end until you've paid ten-fold for what you've done to him.

he's going to make a public example out of you.

[winterrbluess]

Merry Christmas!!⛄⛄

Everyone's gift has arrived🫶

[winterrbluess]

Getting this out of the trash can because it's been two weeks and I haven't drawn much also I don't like anything I'm drawing🥲🥲

(blaming @yenayaps for rotting my brain with Klaus coded Sukuna so much that this had to get out🙃🙃) HIGHLYYYY RECOMMEND everyone to read this wonderful vampire Sukuna fic!!!

[yenayaps]

AHHHHHHHHHH HES SAUR HOT!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS MAN SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GOD

wonderful work as always 🙂‍↕️ got me crying in both places iykwim

[spideyyeet]

➷ pregnancy scare with fratboy!sukuna [fwb]

[18+] mdni. nsfw. fwb. piv. raw. angst. unprotected. college au. f!reader. heavy creampies. cumdump. questionable relationship. pro-choice. dacryphilia. heavy spanking. lactation kink (dirty talk).

your lips part once you arrive back to your apartment, because sukuna was still passed out in your room. snoring loudly, back rising and falling with each steady breath he took, arms crossed under the pillow.

“no way you’ve been sleeping all day,” you drop your bag by the door. expecting him to stir.

but of course, the man doesn’t move an inch. not even when you sigh loudly.

“ryo?”

nothing.

you frown, but a small knot of concern stirs inside your chest. he texted you last night, and he seemed stressed. he glossed over the fact that he didn’t skipped all his classes, and that he’d skipped practice the day before that, and instead buried himself deep inside you, low grunts filling your ear with each rough thrust he gave you.

you weren’t expecting to see him when you got back today considering he definitely has classes around this time.

your eyes soften as you shrug off your outside clothes, kicking them into the hamper before throwing on a loose fitted tee, and crawling behind him.

“ryo?” you gently lean over him, bed dipping under your weight. the man still half asleep, facing away from you as your hand softly runs across the expanse of his tanned back, hearing him hum, fingers brushing the tattoos you’ve gotten too familiar with. you lean over, pressing a gentle kiss behind his ear knowing how sensitive it is.

sukuna grunts, flinching just a bit.

“are you sick?” you whisper.

“no,” he grunts. voice laced with sleep.

“don’t you have a lecture now?” you ask, tracing the tattoos that circle his bicep.

he hums, “ya,” yawn slipping out as he rolls onto his heavy back, another groan coming out, eyes are still closed, and brows knitted together. his hand lazily scratches his chest.

“why didn’t you go to class?” you’re glancing over his face, lips parting as you brush your fingers over the tattoos that mark his cheeks.

“didn’t feel like it,” he shrugs, groaning again when you climb on top of him, settling on his torso.

“something happen?” you ask leaning over him, breath fanning against his face as you trail soft teasing kisses along his neck, and sharp jaw. his skin is warm under you, hands easily gravitating to your ass, humming in delight when he squeezes the flesh possessively.

“shit weekend,” his reply is cut and dry. and you vaguely remember him texting you criday saying he wasn’t here for the weekend.

“what happened?” you don’t know when to quit, and it’s more confusing since you’re getting a little needy too, so it’s not even in your best interest to start poking into his moody attitude. but you still ask, and you feel him grip your ass a little tighter, before he’s cracking down a hard spank against your cheek.

“it’s just bullshit.” his hips shift up, the tent under the blanket growing.

“was it—“

“if we keep talkin’ im gonna get fuckin’ soft,” he snaps, hands selfish as they pull your panties to the side, biting a groan when he dips his finger in from behind. your back arching, humming as you continue kissing his jaw.

“kay,” you drop it. just like all the times before.

and he’s kicking the thin blanket off his legs, until his chubby cock springs out, and your grinding against it now, biting your lip as you watch it his flushed head weaping on his toned stomach, wetting his dark happy trail.

sukuna doesn’t rush you, obvious that he’s not gonna go to any classes, arm resting behind his head, other squeezing your thigh with every rock, grunting when you start coating him in your drooling slick. panties still pulled to the side, wet folds spreading around his cock as you grind a little harder on his tip as it presses against your clit.

your hips roll down, lips parting with soft, satisfied pants. it was still mid day, the light shining through the windows, letting sukuna see everything. including the way your folds create a sticky mess when your hips rise again, your soft hands wrapping around the hem of your shirt lifting it overhead and tossing it aside.

he groans, greedy eyes gawking at the way your tits bounce when you sit back down. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he sits up, tongue already licking the soft flesh, groaning around your nipple as he sucks it, humming when it hardens under his flat tongue.

your nails thread through his pink locks, scratching his scalp, earning a deep groan from the back his throat.

he lets himself drown in your lazy rocks, not even complaining that you haven’t sunk down on his weeping cock yet. his flushed red tip leaking more sticky pre onto your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. soft pants leaving your pretty mouth as he suckles on each nipple, hand groping and massaging, as the other caressed your spine, occasionally slipping to your ass to keep you rocking.

neither of you are moaning loudly, or talking. just soft pants and low curses as you finally place your hands on his shoulders, pushing up.

he pulls away from your nipple, a string of spit connecting your nipple to his glossy lips, as he watches you wrap a hand on the base of his cock. his jaw falls open briefly, strangled grunt escaping when you stroke him a few times, thumb circling his tip and pressing down.

“fuck,” his adam’s apple bobs as you finally line him up, pussy clenching as his tip nudged your soaked hole before you sink down. your stomach twists, feeling the first big stretch. “jus’ like that,” he bites his lip, every inch of his cock slowly getting wrapped in your warmth.

your inevitable whine slips out, something sukuna can always expect, biting a smirk as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“y’r good,” he reaffirms, squeezing your ass, as you hum, jaw still open as higher whines fall out the more you sink down. “atta girl.”

you hum, cheeks flushed, body hot as you finally bottom out. you rock a bit, adjusting before his lips fall back on your nipple, suckling like a sleep deprived man and you start grinding. his full pulsing cock nuzzled deep inside you, feeling your tummy bulge against his abs.

you couldn’t explain how good it felt. sukuna couldn’t take his mouth off your chest, practically groaning everytime you lifted your hips just a bit more.

it was just the warmth. his heart was clenching just as tight as your cunt every time you let out a soft whine. your smaller body always felt so good on top of him, his teeth nipping at your nipples, before he started lifting your ass a bit, so you can start bouncing.

and his muffled groans get deeper and more pathetic the longer you lazily ride him. the minutes ticking bye, and he’s digging his fingers into the globes of your ass, mouth drooling on the tops of your breasts as you start bouncing a little more. and he likes how painful his cock feels, needing more stimulation, veins throbbing against your gummy walls, but thriving off the edging.

“shiit, you feel so good today,” he’s out of breath, tongue licking the drool spilling on your breasts, lapping at your nipple as he grunts, hips jerking on instinct. “so good, so good,” his breath is uneven.

but when your nails scrap his nape, tugging his hair a bit, his heavy lids flick up to you in response, and he feels a hot searing sensation crash through him, his cock twitching violently, and he’s left completely dumbstruck.

you were a sight.

your vision was glossed over, lashes fluttering, pupils dilated, and your perfect wet lips parted as always, shining with salvia as you pant. and your expression left his chest tightening and body squirming. why were you looking at him like that?!

there was no way your expression wasn’t unintentionally.

he’s staring, face hot. and when your breath catches, whining again. lashes kissing your flushed cheeks momentarily, he’s tightening his arms around you, cradling your head, immediately bringing you to his lips.

you gasp, hand digging into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, cracking another hard spank, spreading your cheeks as he tightens his grip on your nape, swallowing your shaky moans. your body reacting as you start bouncing faster.

“what’re you thinking?” he pants against your lips. not moving to help you bounce.

“haah, you feel good,” you sigh, tongue coming out just for him to flatten his tongue on it, wet and messy, groaning when you hold his jaw.

“n—mmm-no,” he pulls from your lips. eyes dark as he falls back on the bed. you whine, eyes locked on his lips, wanting to chase after them, but also focused on keeping your pace, hands planting on his lower abs. “what’re you thinking?” and it’s the emphasis on thinking that makes your lips part, mind blanking as you stare at the man who had a grumpy ass attitude just a few seconds ago, wide eyed, flushed face, and sweat that’s built up on his chiseled. chest. your cheek sting seeing his sharp brows pulled together in pleasure as he lets you use his cock without complaining. biting his lip eyeing your body, and all you can think is—

“i wanna make you cum a lot.”

his cheeks flush, smile widening,

“ya?”

you nod, “yes—“ trying your best to go a faster, hips stuttering when you feel his thick cock press against your cervix. “want you to cum and fill me up—haah just like you like.”

“just how i like it?” he husks, biting his lip trying not to smile too hard, especially when you’re staring down at him with those big glossy doe eyes that makes him twitch. still wondering how you can look at him like that when you guys were just grinding a few seconds ago—maybe it was the way he was sucking your tits too?

but still, you whine again at the rasp in his throat. he always sounds sexier when you’re fucking, and you hate the way your brain short circuits whenever he groans or grunts. the sound so manly.

his jaw clenches and sharp eyes focusing on the way your pussy swallows his thick member. and now you’re looking down at where you’re connected, whining again because you can see the frothy white ring circling his thick base. drool collecting on your tongue, cheeks flushed, eyeing his wet pubes — the dark salmon hairs shining with your arousal, and you can only whine more—

“you’re drooling, babe—ngh—“ his thighs flex, nails digging into your hips, as another hand comes up to grope your bouncing tits, biting a groan. “keep talkin’—you want me to cum—why?”

it’s twisted.

this whole thing is fucked up.

not even fully understanding why his horny ass brain wants you to answer.

“mmm ryo—“ you whine, head falling back as you continue slamming down on his length. “you like filling me up…you like cumming inside me—angh and and—ah fuck!—it feels good when you c-cum….so good, ryo—yaa, ya.”

his eyes fixate on his cock pressing against your tummy with every slam. the bulge so cute, trailing his eyes back up to your babbling lips. your dumb brain falling apart, as you work yourself on top of him. for how much you complain after about it being hard, you still love being on top.

“you like my cum?” he’s holding onto you tight, already feeling his stomach coil and his balls start to pulse by your words.

“yes!” you moan, gaze falling back on him, and you whine, seeing his dark eyes lock with yours. “your cum is so warm and heavy—and i like it—i like when you cum so much…ah haah—“ you’re bouncing erratically, getting sloppier and more whiney. he’s spreading his legs apart, watching you lean up, hands groping his large pecs for stability, your pervy little brain whining as you feel him up.

“fuck you’re dirty,” he groans loud, hand falling on top of yours on his pec. “y’ like seeing your pussy filled up with white sticky cum?”

“yes!”

“y’ like it deep in your tummy,” he pants, throat husky.

“angh yes!”

“y’ like what?” ah fuck he’s teasing you, and the raspy tone has you whining louder, slamming your hips down, the clapping of your ass back on his thighs feeling the air. the sloshing of your arousal obscene.

“y’ur cum—cum ryo, angh please please—cum,” the tears fill your waterline, drool sliding down with the way you’re moaning, and out of breath. begging him to cum, chanting his name, until he’s grasping your ass. legs spreading and pushing up, and you’re still trying to bounce on him. whining like a pathetic needy thing.

“ngh christ! that dirty fucking mouth—“ his heavy thighs flex, cock weeping inside you. “y’ wanna get your pussy filled that bad?”

your lashes flutter, eyes glazed as you concentrate on holding off your orgasm, because sukuna’s so close, and your heart is aching to make him feel good, for a reason you don’t want to think about, even if it similar to feeling you had seeing him upset last night—“ryo p-please…” you whine, “are you close? I wanna cum—“ you’re out of breath, and sukuna is groaning loud, chest shaking and neck straining as he lifts his hips.

“close—fuck—let’me fill this pussy—fuckk fu—ngh!”

“ah—!”

you gasp, braising yourself as a loud moan shakes his entire body and his cock pulses erratically before squirting ropes of thick cum inside your gummy walls.

you flush, whining as you keep bouncing, sticky slaps fill the room as sukuna groans, eyes heavy as you ride yourself to your coming orgasm. your little fingers rubbing circles on your clit before you’re shaking, eyes crossing and clenching around his aching cock before coming completely undone.

“fuck,” sukuna chokes, hand failing to hold your hips stopping your trembling as you rub your clit against his pubes. trying to milk more of his cum out as you whine.

your palms are still planted on his chest, head down, panting, eyes shut as you catch your breath.

and the man underneath you is fucked completely.

his gaze is locked on your softening features, brows unknitting as you come off down from your orgasm. and you look like you’re glowing, the sweat on your skin glistening in the daylight, it’s almost instinctual for him to brush a hand across your warm cheek. ears turning red when your lashes flutter softly at the contact, soft pants leaving your lips as your tired eyes meet his.

“come’ere,” he mutters, glossy lips parting, pulling you down to his mouth, meeting in a lazy kiss. his thumb caresses your cheek, warmth spreading through his chest when you pull away to breathe, dazed look in your eyes, leaning into his plan as he stares. “you’re cute when you get needy for cum.”

your eyes close in exasperation.

“you’re a dick,” you mutter, embarrassed.

he snorts, still holding your cheek, biting back a smirk when you open your eyes to glare at him to shut up, but he doesn’t. “didn’t know y’ liked me cumming that much and in this pussy too. it was just cute s’ all, woman.”

“s’ just…” you stifle a yawn, fingers smoothing over the tattoos on his chest. “you always cum a lot. like in general.”

“it’s called being a man,” he snorts.

you tsk shaking your head. “guys don’t cum that much. but you do. and i feel it filling me up, and it’s good...” and you don’t realize the affect your words have until you’re glancing at sukuna’s frozen face. his sharp brows scrunching as his grip tightens around your nape.

“you’re gonna make me fucking hard again,” he groans into your lips.

and all this seems to replay in your head — along with every other time you and sukuna fucked in the last two-ish months.— all because of today.

your heart was beating erratically.

throat tightening as you felt the bathroom walls cave in.

there was no way. it wasn’t possible. not three of them!

it’s a joke. or a dream—yes a dream! wake up! please!

and that’s also how you ended up ignoring sukuna all weekend, up until now. your eyes widen when you see the familiar set of salmon hair noticing you at the same time, cigarette falling from his lips as he immediately starts beelining, through the crowded courtyard, towards you—

“oh actually i have to go—“ you quickly sit up, grabbing your things and stuffing them in your bag.

“you didn’t even finish your food,” utahime says with a mouth full of her salmon bowl.

“i gotta take a dump before my next class, ill text you guys!” and you don’t even give shoko or utahime a chance to respond before making quick strides across the field in the opposite direction. your foot making contact with the side walk turning around the corner when a tight grip catches your bicep, lurching back—

“hey!-“ his face is red, sharp brows pinched in anger, slightly out of breath too from sprinting to you. “what the fuck’s your problem? why aren’t you answering your fucking phone?”

“I’ve been busy,” you squirm in his grasp.

“oh please,” he scoffs, sharp brows knit together, eyes narrowing as he notices the way you’re avoiding eye contact. “cut the bullshit, what the fuck happened? you pissed at me or some’ shit?” he tried to get in your face, but you still don’t look at him. “what the fuck?”

“I didn’t fucking say anything,” you try again to free yourself, but it only tightens, now dragging around the building away from prying eyes. “ryomen—let go—“

“tell me know what the fuck’s going on, before I start gettin’ pissed.”

your eyes narrow, “are you threatening me?”

his jaw clenches, grip easing on you, it wasn’t a bruising grip to begin with, but still kept you from running away. “I’m highly suggesting.”

and you look away again. and now his chest is starting to tighten, and his clothes just get a little hotter, especially when your brows pinch together even more, expression unfamiliar to him as your hands clench — it was obvious…

“i know y’re fuckin pissed at me— answerin’ gojo’s fuck ass text about class, but not me? the fuck did i do? you’re acting weird,” and he’s towering over you, as you’re turning your face away again, only adding to his anxiety. he can’t even remember what could’ve happened. the last time he saw you was at your place and you’d called then to fuck. you even watched a lame ass movie after that he complained the whole way through.

his tone eases, cautious now, voice leveled as he calls your name.

another beat of silence rolls out. the birds chirping in the distance, and your lips part.

“I’m fucking pregnant.”

his heart drops.

and you unironically witness all the color drain from his face in seconds. throat going dry, and body completely still.

your hands grasp the sides of your head, already feeling that horrible twist in your gut again, possibly the same one sukuna’s suddenly feeling, the nausea crawling up his throat, as you slowly begin to panic,

“fuckfuckfuck,” you’re crouching down, full emotions hitting now. your lips tremble, eyes filling with immediate tears as you look up at sukuna who’s still frozen. “ryo what do i do?—“

his lips part in slight disbelief, hand rubbing down his face, “fuck!—“

“ryo,” you’re breathing heavily.

“you took a pregnancy test?” he finally tries to collect himself, heart pounding in growing panic. “aren’t you on fucking birth control?? how the fuck did this happen!!?” he snaps.

“I don’t know!” you shout.

“fuck!”

“stop saying that!” you groan, and now he’s pacing, hand rubbing his face aggressively and you’re still crouched on the ground.

“when did you find out—what made you take it?”

“last week, I couldn’t remember if I got my period this month or last month, and I’ve been eating a lotta peanut butter and pickles, and I just panicked and I had a test so i took it and it came out positive.”

that only serves to make sukuna’s anxiety worse. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me then?!!”

“clearly I’m still wrapping my head around it! and you’re not my fucking boyfriend—“

“we fuck! we fuck basically every fucking day! so ya, you fucking tell me—“

“well i told you now!” and the shouting was immediately followed by your eyes filling with tears easily spilling down your cheeks at the situation. “i don’t want it, ryo—“ your lips tremble, in full panic, “but I don’t know how far along it is and-and I’m fucking broke!” you cry, more tears coming out, basically hiccuping. “I can’t afford an abortion.”

his chest twists. damnit, he’s not used to seeing you cry outside of sex, or panic to begin with.

he kneels in front of you, arms easily wrapping around you and pulling against him. “we’ll figure it out,” his voice is strained with controlled frustration at the situation, just replaying all the times he’s cummed inside you, and even more panicked because you’re trembling, not even knowing what you expect him to say—

“what do i do—i think I have to make an appointment?” you’re sniffling into his chest, panicking even more at the thought of making an appointment at a clinic.

“ya—um, fuck—“ he groans again, and that just causes you to pull away, hands coming up to your face, crying harder. “shit, fuck baby—don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m just—I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”

“d-don’t say that,” you’re crying more, chest tightening. “i don’t know either! so don’t leave me, please.”

his jaw clenches, “I’m not gonna fucking leave you,” he snaps, but clearly that doesn’t stop your crying. his head falls back in exasperation. “fuck.”

is this the world punishing him?

but even so, if he had to think about the future, the silver lining here would be that he’d probably get to fuck you for the rest of his life, right? i mean if you can’t get the abortion, shouldn’t you guys get married then? probably a courthouse type thing, it works in your favors being married financially. also you tits would get bigger too, and they’d be filled with milk—

he silently shows up at your place the next day. neither of you very talkative on the way to the nearest radiology clinic. his hands deep in his pockets, as he walks close beside you.

you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s thinking—

“what happens if we can’t get rid of it?”

“huh?” your eyes slowly turns to him.

he shrugs, trying his best to be cautious, “I don’t known like what happens with us?”

and that elects a different response from you, one of subtle shock, but also another feeling of anxiety at the implication of speaking about your sexual relationship. and addressing this had you stuttering out a response.

“i-um—I don’t know…” your throat goes dry.

his eyes glance over at you, biting his jaw because you’re so quiet, understandably so, but he’s still curious to know what you think. which has been an annoying reoccurrence lately, even before this reveal.

“i won’t leave you, jus’ so y’know.”

your chest tightens. teeth sinking into your lip, controlling your confused emotions, and maybe that’s why you can only respond by reaching out to him, small fingers tightening around his sleeve, holding it.

his jaw tenses, and eyes softening as you lean closer to him, just as you arrive at the clinic.

luckily after you both calmed down a bit yesterday. you sat at a picnic bench, googling what to do and finding the nearest clinic to make an appointment. and the entire time, you were pressed close to him, as he leaned over the table, typing in your info to book the appointment, all the while your face was pressed against his bicep watching with rimmed eyes, unbothered by the way your snot was being wiped all over his short sleeve and skin every few seconds.

“name please?” the secretary asks. 

sukuna looms tall and broad behind you as you take the form and fill out some additional questions. it’s quiet as you wait. neither of you speaking, his head resting against the wall, eyes shut as to not look at all the baby posters hanging around. while you stare at each and every single one, making your anxiety worse until you hear your name called.

you’re both up in seconds, startling a few bystanders.

and from an outsiders point of view. it was amusing.

watching you and sukuna walk into the room like robots. expressions cold and controlled. hands shaking to stay calm. holding your breaths as you laid on the chair, and sukuna stood close by, hands deep in his pockets.

“so you guys are here to know how far along you are?” the technician starts.

you nod your head, anticipation eating you alive. both you and sukuna praying it’s not too far along that you can still get an abortion.

sukuna’s hand flexed in his pocket when you lift your shirt, popping your jeans open and zipping it down.

“well I don’t see a bump, but sometimes women can be six months along and not see a difference, but it’s rare, haha” she laughs lightly, as if that doesn’t actually make sukuna taste a bit of puke in the back of his throat, and your stomach twist ready to shit with anxiety.

you wet your lips watching her put snap the gloves on and grab the gel, still rambling on when she looks at you and sukuna, not bothering to read the room at all as she smiles. “you guys make such a pretty couple!” she gushes, “I’m sure this baby will be even more beautiful with both your looks,” she coosx

and the anxiety you both were choking on, prevents either of you from correcting her. only scrutinizing every movement until she’s squirting the cold gel onto your tummy.

sukuna shifts uncomfortably. the technician’s gloved hand spreads the gel before clicking some buttons on the sonogram.

“okay, let’s see,” she smiles, spreading the transducer around your stomach, watching the screen closely as the black and white image shows.

the silence is deafening. you can hear the people in the waiting room, and sukuna cracking his knuckles with anxiety.

you’re trying not to squirm, eyes closing, and sukuna is pacing from foot to foot, rocking with uncontrolled nerves. get a grip, he’s dealt was far worse, but this—it was different. how does one even process what’s happening??—

“oh.”

your hearts drop.

bracing for the worst as two pairs of sharp eyes bore into the poor woman making her shiver.

“um, you’re not pregnant.”

huh…

your brains short circuit, catching up to what was just said.

the sheet crinkles under you. sukuna’s wets his lip still processing, “what?”

“i don’t see anything,” she hooks the transducer back on the machine, grabbing a paper towel, but you’re both still frozen in confusion.

“what’dya mean she’s not pregnant?” sukuna is dumbstruck,

“i took three pregnancy test, they all came out positive?? and I couldn’t remember the last time I got my period.”

the technician wipes the gel from your stomach, brows furrowing as she looks at you. “really?”

you nod erratically. needing an explanation for the fucking crisis you’ve been living this whole week!

she tosses the dirty towels in the bin, turning back to you thinking. “three tests?” she thinks more, “did you get them all from the same place?”

“no they were all different brands,” you shake your head. “i had them all in my bathroom.

that’s when her brows quirks up, “how long have you had them in there?”

“um, my sister bought them like two years ago when she was trying.”

the technician offers a gentle smile, “honey, did you check if they were expired before using them?”

oh.

sukuna’s head falls forward, hand sliding down his face, feeling a thousand pound weight lifted off his shoulders.

“they usually expire within one to three years, and it’s always best just to buy them fresh from the store next time,” she explains, “your period though could be due to stress or other factors, which i suggest you get checked—“

“angh fuck, ryo!” you cry, head thrown back in pleasure as he pounds into, hitting your sweet spot until your vision is getting blurry.

“fucking gave me a goddamn heart attack—y’ didn’t bother to check the expiration date—haa fuck!” he grunts slamming his aching cock deep into your pussy, not bothering to hold back his strength, groaning when you cry out again.

“I didn’t know,” you moan, lips covered in drool, back arching off your mattress, as leg hooked over his arm, shoving his cock deeper, skin slapping with every vulgar thrust.

and he’s bending your leg against your chest, leaning over and groaning as his thick veins drag against your walls, arm pressed beside your head for balance, cracking in meaner thrusts to watch the tears start to build in your waterline, jaw slack in pleasure as you moan.

“fuck you look so good under me,” he’s panting, eyeing your blissed out face. because after a week—two days for him— that could’ve changed your lives forever, when the relief of freedom is given to you by the sweet words you’re not pregnant. the only thing two people in this kind of relationship can do, is have loud messy sex.

and it doesn’t matter how many rounds you go. crying his name over and over, panting into your ear as grunts rack through his sweaty body every time you clench around him.

the words still manage to tumble out of his lips, “you can trust me.”

he’s still cracking in thrusts, eyeing you below him, and you’re blinking the tears to look at him, mouth agape, panting and whining.

“if you were pregnant,” he rasps, biting a groan, “I wouldn’t have left you.” he doesn’t care right now. not when he’s about to cum again, and stuff you full of it. and not when you’re crying below him so beautifully because of the pleasure he’s giving you, and not the stress and panic of the unknown. “if you wanted the abortion—ngh, we would’ve gotten it—I would’ve paid,” he’s grunting loud, crimson daze locked on yours. “if y’ wanted to keep it, I would’ve stayed too,” and now he’s chuckling, as if his words are funny and not making you stomach flip and tumble.

“doesn’t matter if we just fuck, and not dating,” he lists, groaning when you start clenching around him, whining softly as your nails dig into his skin, blinking up at him, holding onto every single word and syllable coming out of his mouth. “none of that matters—“ he pants. “I’m a fucking dick,” he groans again, “but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

and he’s looking at your face, and the flush and dampness of your cheeks, and your eyes doting up at him with something he can’t read. his lips just part again, eyes softening, groan slipping out by accident, and he’s feeling his hips grow sloppy, especially when you’re staring up at him like a fucking doll.

“plus,” he adds, biting back another pathetic moan when you reach your hand up, gasping when he snaps a harder, meaner thrust in, shaking your body. “you’d look so fucking hot—“ he pants, letting you grab hold of his jaw, pulling him down. “if y’were pregnant,” he’s laughing at your whine, feeling you tighten around him. “jus’ thinking about your tits swollen with milk,” he’s speaking against your lips, groaning when you start shaking, orgasm practically hitting faster with his vulgar words. “would you still let me suck them?”

“ryo!” you cry out, jaw slack as you cum with a high pitched whine, and he’s laughing, chasing his own incoming climax.

“haah fuck—y’r pussy always tastes good, and your spit—your milk would be even sweeter, ya?” and he’s talking himself into a frenzy, head going dizzy at the fantasy and you’re clenching every time he speaks. “y’d let me suck them until they’re sore, right? let me drink y’r milk, ma?”

you’re trembling, cheeks stinging, “ryo, d-don’t say that,” you whine.

he’s still laughing, thrusts sloppy, leaning his face close to yours, panting into your mouth, “you can cry about getting stuffed with my cum, but I can’t think about your tits filled with so much milk that it leaks out—ngh fuck!” he’s slamming deep into when you clench one final time, his cock twitching violently shooting ropes of cum, creaming hard inside you. “fucckk—fuck y’ feel good,” he moans, unashamed at how vocal he is.

his sweaty forehead pressed against yours, abs flexing as he lazily thrusts his squirting cock, filling you up, just the way you like.

and even out of breath and sweaty, you’re nuzzling your face into his neck as he lays beside you, chest heaving. your lips kissing his neck, hand running across his pecs.

“thank you, ryo.”

and he knows why you’re thanking him, though he doesn’t think you need too. he’s just happy you know that he’ll be there.

even if you are just fuck buddies…

more fwb frat!kuna here

[a/n] - the lactation kink came outta nowhereeee but it made me blushhh — love me some dirty talk :p

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⁀➷ Unspoken Conditions ── .✦ 0

✮ Fratboy!Sukuna [FWB] ✮ How it All Started ✮

[ SUM ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students, with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds that this was a purely sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. —> how your friends-with-benefits relationship started with frat boy sukuna

[ PAIRING ] — fratboy!sukuna x f!reader (college au)

[ TAGS ] — nsfw. angst. piv. fwb. rough. spitting. exhibitionism. ráw. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim (thin walls). fingering. oral f!recieving. cunnilingus. overstim. manhandIing, size differences, cervíx kíssing, sukuna’s a dick. aftercare. slow burn. lots of yapping. ft. gojo, geto, shoko, utahime

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

everyone has priorities in life. of course for many college students (that care where their money is going) they’d like to graduate, so their priority will always be school first and foremost.

and yes, the same goes for you.

however, just like many young adults surrounded by other young adults put in a very high stress and competitive environment — you need some much needed relief.

which is how you find yourself eyeing the tattooed scary looking man in chem lab.

it made it slightly less suspicious since ryomen sukuna was your lab partner. and he was just quietly listening to the instructions you were lazily reading off the packet, letting him set up the station. he never cared really, in a similar position as you, he just wanted to get through this lab so he can take a fat nap before his next class.

“quit zoning out,” he mutters, neither annoyed or upset, just tired.

you hum, blinking. glancing back down at the paper continuing to read off the instructions as he listens, like always. you hum again when he’s done setting the basic steps, you finally hop in to help.

neither of you complain about the other. he was a good lab partner, he did his best, carried his weight, and you the same. their wasn’t much to say about the other, which was why your conversations were always casual during your four hour labs.

“you keep zoning out,” he interrupts your thoughts again, snapping you back to reality.

“huh?” you blink again, glancing down at his gloved hand holding your wrist, stopping you from pouring too much into the beaker. “oh, my bad.”

he hums low and unbothered, but his crimson eyes flick over your face as you remeasure the liquid again, fixing your mistake.

“you hungover or somethin?” he asks, his low raspy voice clearly made it known that he was hungover. especially because he usually came to eight am monday lab hungover and never bothered to hide it either when you asked, so it wasn’t anything new.

your eyes widen briefly, not expecting the accusation. but you play it off with a shrug, shaking your head.

“no, i was just…up,” your reply comes off as…off. he catches it, brow quirked, eyes narrow scrutinizing just momentarily.

“up,” he repeats, amused, immediately clocking what that meant, and you notice.

scoffing, “it’s not what you’re thinking,” you slide the beaker to him to continue. sitting back on the stool as he continues with his part.

he just nods lazy and sarcastic.

“It’s not,” you repeat, leaning against your propped hand, watching him work so casually.

once again your mind drifts to how easy it is working with this guy. you always feel bad for shoko who has lab after you and always complains about her partner not doing any work, or skipping on purpose, but asking for her lab report after.

and your gaze drifts lazily over to his gloved hands working so easily, his hand were huge as they wrapped around the large beaker. sukuna was intimidating mainly because of his starch size towering over everyone, including you.

it was not wrong of you to assume that he’s definitely built under his usually loose tshirt that always sat wide on his shoulders. and though you couldn’t admire his arms, and the way his veins were like spiderwebs across his tattooed skin, because of his lab coat. you knew that your partner is definitely fit.

“again, your turn,” he interrupts your thoughts, and you blink again. this time he’s smirking at you, not bothering to hide his own amusement over your aloof self today, especially eyeing you even closer. “seems like more of a long weekend type shit,” he snorts, unbothered when you flash him an unthreatening glare.

“like I said, it’s not what you think,” your fingers slide to the packet, writing down your results as your partner hums.

he glances at your focused expression, his amusement tugging on his lips again, “we’re both adults here, no need to be embarrassed.”

you scoff, still writing, still surprisingly unbothered by his teasing, because he really does have it all wrong. you know he’s implying you were up having sex. or I guess now he’s implying it was your whole weekend.

but truth is, you were trying to have sex. but unfortunately just as you were about to have sex with some guy you went on a few dates with this month, he breaks it to you that he actually needs to get tested, and low behold, he was found positive for some shit.

of course, you’re happy that you didn’t end up sleeping with him. but on the other hand, now you just have all this pent up sexual frustration bubbling inside you and no way to release it. and one thing you really hate doing, is having to solve it by yourself.

it was always boring, unsatisfying, and pathetic.

“wha—“ you yelp momentarily, a rough hand pressing on the top of your head making you blink up.

“you seriously needa pay attention so we can get the fuck outta here and not go over time,” he huffs, now glancing over your face as you do the same. almost mesmerized by how controlled he is, especially with the dark circles under his eyes and the tired expression painting his face. and yet he’s able to get through lab every week.

“sorry,” you mutter, turning back to continue writing down your work.

lab was uneventful. every week of the spring semester spent twice a week here, with a hungover attractive lab partner and a sexually frustrated you, working seamlessly, talking about frivolous things, and then going your separate ways.

that’s until the end of midterms came and spring break began.

it was the first weekend of the break, and just like everyone else on campus. you, shoko, and utahime all went to the first frat party before everyone went on vacation or back home.

shoko only came to this frat because she went to high school with two of the guys there. as for utahime, she was always dragged by shoko, but ultimately stayed because she started having a lil crush on one of the guys that was close friends with the frat.

and you.

you need to get fucked.

doesn’t matter if it’s today or tomorrow or at the end of the week. you just need to do something to get someone’s dick inside you and if you don’t have sex by this week then you know you’re fucked for the rest of the semester.

of course, it’s easier said than done. anyone can have sex, but you, you were cautious, you didn’t wanna catch any stds or see a mico-dick, or sleep with some sociopath, and they had to have basic ass hygiene, and good breath.

“why don’t you go on another date? i can set you up with someone,” utahime said, as she passed you and shoko a drink.

you sigh, following them outside to the backyard of the frat. the three of you sitting on the bench.

“you can’t date in college, nobody is serious about anything,” you huff, siping from your drink.

“that’s not true. I’m telling you my friend is making this list of people that are open to actually dating, she says she wants to do this experiment type thing, like matchmaking,” utahime explains very animated.

shoko hums, lighting a cigarette.

“i don’t want to be apart of some weird college experiment?” you sigh, pressing the cold bottle to your cheek. “plus, i was basically studying abroad all of last semester and the semester before, the only people I’m still close with here is you guys.”

shoko nods again in agreement. “but it won’t hurt to meet someone.”

and you hate yourself for being so difficult, especially when you lean forward, pouting. “maybe I just want something easy…”

“like a one-night stand?” shoko points.

you shrug, because that didn’t sound tasteful, and you hate sleeping around, “this is so annoying, i think I just need to calm down.”

“i can so set you up on date and you can see how it goes—what the fuck—“ utahime screeches as she feels something cold press against her nape. “fuck you!” she shouts, elbowing the one and only frat president, satoru gojo.

shoko snickers, shaking her head as you scoff at his annoying bullying.

“it’s just a joke, jeez,” he cackles, “was just comin’ over to tell you your big fat crush was lookin’ for you.”

her eyes immediately light up, looking past gojo and at the guy she’s been crushing on all semester.

“then just say that, asshole,” utahime jumps up, turning to you and shoko quickly pointing at herself and you both smile brightly.

“you look good!” you say in unison.

utahime lights up and skips over to the man. while gojo plops in her seat, grabbing shoko’s drink and taking a swing. “so how are you guys? enjoying the party?”

you nod, clearly not as into the party as everyone else is, and shoko just laughs at the look gojo’s giving you.

“fuck is your problem?“

“nothing,” you glance at him, and he’s narrowing his eyes. then he finally lets out a loud sigh, standing up dramatically.

“as the president and host of this amazing fucking party, i feel it’s my responsibility to elevate this experience for you,” he loudly announces.

you stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes at him, but that doesn’t stop him from taking your wrist and tugging you up, shoko easily pushing your back as they lead you into the rambunctious crowd.

and even after the stupid dance off gojo puts on for you and the crowd, the glow in the dark face/body painting, and the childish would you rather games, is when a familiar face finally makes his presence known.

you don’t notice him immediately. but others do, glancing at the intimidating man stepping into the house. as per usual, he’s dressed in ripped baggy jeans, along with a loose fitting tee that perfectly frames his wide shoulders, and his backpack is slung on. he scans the crowded entrance, face itched with annoyance. a few girls light up at the sight of him, even when he just offers them an uninterested nod or walks past them.

he pushes through the crowd, luckily many quickly side step out of the way, terrified to get in sukuna’s way.

weaving past people trying to get his attention, because he’s already set his eyes on his snowy white victim.

“gojo.”

and before you can blink, gojo who was sitting against the wall beside you on the living room floor, is now being lifted to his feet in seconds, collar squeezing his airway as a seething sukuna barks at his face.

“what?! you knew about the party—“

“you said you’d do it on sunday, why the fuck is it tonight?” sukuna shouts.

their argument has the groups attention, including yours. well yours for another reason entirely.

your lab partner looks so hot.

your cheeks stinging as you glance at the way the veins in his arms are bulging, his huge biceps flexing as he holds up gojo. you eye the banded tattoos that wrap around the large muscles making your cheeks heat up.

while one part of your mind is drinking in how naturally attractive he is, the other is piecing together the fact that he’s apart of this frat and you never realized it.

it’s definitely because you were abroad for a year, and you rarely came to these frat parties to begin with, so you had no reason to actually think about it. plus you never stayed long enough to even know anyone else other than gojo, geto, and nanami, but even he left after his freshman year because it was too much being around his high school friends again.

but maybe the worst part of it is that you really couldn’t care less about other people. it was mean, sure. but your friends were the only thing that mattered to you, along with school, and that’s definitely another reason you can’t get laid. you can’t even bother talking to new people. it was too much effort, too little payoff.

“you zone out at parties too?” the familiar gruff voice cuts through the music, and you blink up, pupils dilating at the sight of your lab partner dropping his bag and falling on the floor beside you. his broad back hitting the wall in exhaustion.

“the arguing just got boring too listen too,” you shrug, and he snorts, taking the bottle you’d been hosting and drinking it. you lean to your side, head resting on the wall, fully facing your lab partner now. “I didn’t know you were ‘part of this frat.”

he hums, gulping down more of the alcohol easing his nerves from his burning veins, especially when he hears a crash in the distance. “mainly because of the team, just easier for everyone.”

“oh ya, you’re a forward right?” you vaguely remember him mentioning how he needs to submit the lab before his practice. and gojo and geto happen to mention him occasionally and his tardiness.

he grunts again, turning to actually glance at you. and he snorts at the sight of the glow-in-the-dark paint on your face, lips quirking a bit when he sees the pink and green hand paint on the tops of your breast and neck, and along your arms, and thighs. “who did your painting?”

“shoko and gojo,” you glance down at yourself, amused. “they went a bit overboard I had to shove ‘em off.”

“ya he’s a fucking dick.”

you snort, shaking your head in amusement. eyes unable to leave him. and the easy buzz that fills your mind made it easier to just ogle him. especially when his lips would move and you can see his sharp canines peaking again, and you can only imagine the way they’d feel sinking into your skin—

“ah—“ your eyes widen because his large hand is squeezing your cheeks hard.

“again,” he cuts in, “how bad is y’r fucking attention span? shit. you’re worse than my younger brothers.”

you’re just blinking up at him, embarrassed but also unbothered by his comments.

“I guess it’s bad,” you affirm. but in your defense, you were just horny and very sexually deprived.

“clearly,” he lets go, turning back to face the crowded house.

“what were you saying?” you interrupt, realizing he was definitely talking before you started daydreaming.

his gaze flicks to you in a momentary judgy side eye, and you just give him a bashful smile, clearly apologetic about zoning out. “was just asking how long you’ve been here. I rarely run into you at these parties.”

“uh what time is it?”

he glances at his watch. “11:15”.

“oh then I guess awhile. I got here at nine,” you glance around the room. “I came with hime—utahime, i dont if you know her.”

sukuna shrugs. and you continue glancing around until you spot your friend laughing in the kitchen with her crush, her cheeks flushed. cute, you smile. “that’s her, with the red bows in her hair.” you point, sukuna just hums. “and I came with shoko.”

“gojo’s friend?”

you hum. “did you go to high school with them too?”

sukuna barks out a laugh, “fuck no. probably would’ve killed that idiot if I’d known him that long.”

you laugh, shaking your head at the dark humor. “he’s not that bad.”

“he is. he’s worse actually,” sukuna tsks, almost like he’s recalling every horrible, annoying ass thing gojo’s ever done to him or in his vicinity. “throwing this party without me,” he scoffs again, more angry than anything.

“do all the guys in the frat have to be here to host a party?”

he tsks, “no, but gojo and the rest are too fucking lax with letting people in. I bet half the guys here snuck in without paying the entrance fee. and then when some shit breaks, we won’t have the damn funds to fix it. and his parents cut him off until the end of the semester so that idiot has no excuses now.”

“oh,” you cringe at his fueled rant. “i didn’t know it was that deep.” your lab partner just huffs in response. “is it bad that I didn’t pay?” you were half-joking, knowing that fee was mainly for guys anyways, and you were a close friend of a friend.

“s’ fine, you’re hot so we wouldn’t have charged ya anyways.”

his response was so casual, you could easily gloss over it. but instead your eyes seem to light up. it wasn’t in a crush type of way, but more like a horny college girl that hasn’t been fucked in months type of way.

“you think I’m hot?”

he exhaled amused, eyes glancing back at you, rolling his eyes. “you in the mood to be complimented?”

you smile politely, albeit very teasingly too. “it’s been awhile.”

and those words immediately register in him. “y’r saying you’re not day dreaming about your most recent hookup every time we’re in lab?”

your lips part in shock, “what??? why would I be thinking about that??”

“you’re always zoning out, and then saying y’ didn’t get any sleep. you couldn’t ‘ave been more obvious,” he laughs.

your face heats up, “I kept saying it’s not what you think.”

“I think it is,” he pushes, enjoying the sight of you squirming at his little interrogation.

“it’s not,” you push back, stubborn. but he simply smirks, eyeing you close, as if he can read you, which he can’t, but you still feel him pierce your mind, as if it says so blaring I haven’t had sex in so long and I’m just a desperate girl!

but instead you decide to clarify it for him. “i just haven’t slept with anyone in awhile and that’s the issue.”

silence.

your cheeks flare with unadulterated embarrassment. ignoring the way his crimson eyes are wide in pure shock. because if anything, he expected you to reveal you had a boyfriend, or that your amazing hookup ghosted you, or something that wasn’t that.

“say something,” you shove his shoulder. and he’s still staring, even as you slap your face, feeling how hot it is. “you’re so annoying. it’s not that no one wants to sleep with me,” you embarrass yourself further. “I just don’t want any fucking stds or anything, which I’ve been super close to catching since everyone here is disgusting.”

“so you’re a virgin?”

your eyes widen. “I’m not a virgin!” you shriek.

his head falls back laughing, chest rumbling, catching the attention of a few people around. and you’re clicking your teeth, waiting for him to settle the fuck down, because it’s not that funny. luckily he does after a few long minutes of his annoying deep ass sexy ass laugh.

it could be because you’ve gotten familiar talking to him in lab all semester, that when you fall into casual conversation about your sex lives, it doesn’t embarrass either of you. and you feel validated when sukuna voices the same concerns as you.

“ya pretty sure over the break someone started spreading chlamydia, and I don’t know if y’ remember last semester, some guy caught syphilis and a few girls got it too,” he lazily talks.

“ew no, I don’t remember that! but also I wasn’t here then.”

“you didn’t miss anything. but ‘s normal to be cautious of sleeping with anyone here, and the whole dating thing is just a fucking headache,” he mutters, sipping his drink.

“hime wants to set me up with this matchmaker thing,” your head drops forward, and sukuna offers you his bottle, and you just hold it for a second. “that’s just like…a lotta work.”

sukuna barks out a laugh, amused at the admission.

“it is,” you sip from the bottle, eyes closing briefly, missing the way sukuna hums in agreement, eyeing your throat bobbing. you sigh after swallowing, handing him the bottle.

“you don’t like relationships?” he asks.

“it’s not necessarily liking, it’s just not on my radar at all right now,” you admit. leaning against the wall again, looking over at utahime now doing shots with her crush.

utahime is definitely a romantic. she’s always wanted to get with her crush, and she’s always been a relationship type of person, which you were kind of jealous off because you could barely wrap your head around the commitment. and it meant more to her than just sex. but with you, when you see an attractive man, it was just sex.

“you sound like a guy,” he snorts, and you cringe at that.

“ew don’t say that.”

he shrugs, “I’m not saying it’s bad, that’s what I think too. maybe that’s why it’s easier for me to have sex, but harder now because everyone’s so fucking emotional about it.”

“that’s just mean,” you mutter, glancing at the women at the party. “obviously the girls you guys sleep with would get emotional. you guys don’t treat them very kindly. it’s kinda a universal experience as a girl, or just being in college.” you shake your head at his ignorance, and the man just scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sips.

“exactly my point. can’t fuck anyone anymore without it turning into a yelling fit after or getting a drink thrown in my face,” he tsks, you sigh, because that’s just the reality of dating/sleeping culture.

“probably because it’s never clarified to be a one night stand,” you think out loud.

“I’m pretty sure when you meet someone for the first time at a party and they’re all over you, it’s assumed that it’s just sex,” he scoffs.

but you shrug, shaking your head. “I don’t think so.” you pause, taking a beat to collect your thoughts. “many girls are romantics. guys just don’t know how to communicate, which leads to a lot of miscommunication.” you nod, proud of yourself for the way you phrased it.

sukuna snorts, laughing under his breath as he hums taking another long sip. “so anytime I wanna sleep with someone I have to clarify that’s it just fucking.”

you hum.

“I doubt I’d get laid if i did that.”

you shrug.

“would you do that?”

you frown, “it’s different for girls.”

he laughs. “the double standard is crazy.” he shakes is head. “I’m saying you, not the all girls.”

“well i am a girl…and i just wouldn’t do that,” you clarify, and sukuna just nods his head sarcastically.

“because you’re too good for that? I’m pretty sure you’re the one that just wants to get laid and i guess daydreams about it too.”

you inhale, taking a deep breath before releasing it, because giving an explanation about your own terms and conditions was just making you sound unreasonable or even pretentious.

but still you elaborate, entertaining your lab partner at this party. “i just wouldn’t want a one night stand or a boyfriend. getting a one night stand is too much work, especially if I’d want to get laid often, and I already explained the dating thing. I just want something easy.”

and that leaves sukuna silent for a moment.

“so essentially, a fuck buddy.”

hearing that immediately had something clicking in your mind. because you hum, nodding your head casually. “ya that.”

that leaves sukuna’s even more amused. crimson gaze sweeping over you once again, taking you in for a second time that night because even though you were surprisingly easy to get along with in lab, he still would’ve never guessed you’d end up having a conversation like this.

though you haven’t fully realized the extent of your conversation, your attention distracted by gojo shouting at a few people in the kitchen because they broke a chair, sukuna’s eyes remain on you and his voice is just a bit lower when he asks.

“but you said you’re picky with who you sleep with?” you hum along. “then what’re the terms and conditions for your fuck buddy?”

your lips part, thinking briefly before responding. “well I’d have to be attracted to them. obviously.” sukuna nods along. “and they can’t be judgy or anything—“

“judgy how?”

“like if they’re judging me if i wanna have sex.”

he scoffs, “why the fuck would they judge if that’s the point of the relationship?”

your lips part not wanting to elaborate so you just hum, “good point.” but you continue. “um I guess we’d have to agree on a few conditions…”

“like?”

you think. “like no strings attached type thing. probably like school and classes first. um..” you bite your cheek thinking some more, and sukuna patiently watches you, beyond entertained right now. “oh! if you’re gonna have sex with anyone else, it’s fine, as long as i know about it—in case they catch anything I’d like to be aware,” and sukuna hums along, watching you think again. “probably like if you’re okay with kissing, i think in movies they don’t do that.”

“in movies?” he laughs. and you just laugh too, nodding at the ridiculousness.

“i don’t know, i’m just thinking out loud. what would y’r conditions be?” turning the tables you watch his sharp canines peak again as he smiles, amused.

“I agree with the no strings attached shit. she should probably know it’s just sex. no condoms—“

“wha?” you interrupt.

he shrugs, “if I’m gonna have sex with you multiple times, then I’d like to cum inside. feels better, isn’t that the point of the whole thing?”

you think, “i guess.” and you don’t say anything further, so you let the man continue, intrigued by his own conditions.

“school first type shit i guess, but also if I’m stressed then maybe some agreement about relieving that,” he thinks, and you quirk your head, needing some more clarification. “i don’t know, like if y’r busy then obviously I’m not gonna force you to come and help me with my problem, but also if you’re not busy but it’s a school night then I’d like to fuck.”

“oh,” you nod in understanding. “i guess that makes sense.” he nods, “I’d also add a safe word.”

sukuna scoffs, “fucking obviously, you should have one regardless, even if it’s just a one night stand.”

you blush just a bit, humming in understanding. “kinks on the other hand…” he sits back on his arms, head tilted back looking at the ceiling as he thinks, “i don’t mind most of em, I guess we’d have to discuss it but doesn’t need to be in the beginning.” he glances back at you, and you’re still criss cross in front of him. “what about you?”

you think, “i think I’m the same. I don’t think i’ve experienced anything crazy to know what id definitely say no too.”

“spanking?”

you itch your cheek, “that’s nothing. I like that.”

“bds?”

you think, “dunno depends. I don’t think I can deal with extreme bds.” you tilt your head at him. “is that what you’re into?”

he chuckles light, “I’m into anything,” he shrugs. yes, that was a full lie. he does have preferences, he like’s being dominant, he likes hitting, spitting, and maybe it doesn’t sound extreme at first, it usually ends up heavy and hard, and the worst part about him is that he isn’t a major piece of shit and will tone it down for a majority of the women that end up in his bed who can’t take it, and it ultimately turns him off going soft and vanilla—

but you cut in, “for real?”

his lips part, the words yes ready to fall out, but the way your eyes light up just a bit, has him clenching his jaw. the trajectory of this conversation is toeing the line between something else, and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up just yet.

“I guess I’m a bit rough.”

your brow quirks, “how rough?”

sukuna sits up, trying not to laugh because now he’s being asked to describe how he is in bed. “that’s hard to explain.”

you hum, not wanting to push, but still very much curious about how rough this scary frat boy is. especially with the tattoos on his face and arms, and his rippling muscles. the multiple piercings—

“I can show you though.”

silence.

the base of the music filled the space, people laughing in the distance. but you can clearly hear your heart hammering against your chest, and your cheeks stinging with heat.

“what d’you mean?”

it was amusing the way your voice was higher pitched.

“let’s fuck. and it’s just sex, and if you like it, I’d be down to do the whole fuck buddy thing with you,” he’s smirking, watching the gears turn in your head. and hell, the conversation definitely had him itching to see his lab partner naked under him. and even if it didn’t work out in the end, at least he’d make you cum and satisfy his own frustrations about the party and lost money.

“you’re attracted to me, right?” his ego was much bigger than his head, especially the way he’s looking at you.

it was funny seeing his cool headed, but aloof lab partner blush, but ultimately nod her head. “you’re clean right?”

sukuna lets out a loud scoff, clearly offended, “obviously.”

you shrug, waving him off, “I’m just checking…when was the last time you had sex.” you cringe, because you obviously didn’t take his word right away.

his jaw clenches, but alas his need to get in your pants outweighs his pride just a inch more. “like two—three weeks ago, ya right after our last game.” you smile, because if he had anything, there’d definitely be signs by now. “and you, woman?”

your eyes widen, but ultimately wave your hand again, “I’m definitely clean.”

he raises his brow sarcastically, “well if i had to expose myself then you sure as shit have too. that should actually be another condition, equality.”

you scoff out a laugh, rolling your eyes, “i think it’s been,” you let out a ball of air, trying to remember how long it’s been. it was definitely months. “oh shit,” your eyes widen, and he quirks a brow. “i think it’s been…a little over a year now—ya, since sophomore year winter break.”

a low whistle rings in your ears, glancing up at sukuna. you can’t tell since the lights in the house kept changing colors, but his ears were red, and his pants got a bit tighter. and the only thing he was thinking at the moment was that he’ll definitely need to stretch you out.

“was that an ex?”

you shake your head, “no just some guy i was seeing over break.” but you glance at his stone face. “what?”

he shakes his head trying to relax his shoulders, but his body was tense, and at this point he just wanted to take you upstairs already. “we’re both clean, so should we have a test round?”

finally, you hum in agreement.

your cheeks were permanently hot from this point on. letting your brooding tall lab partner lead you up the stairs to his bedroom. his hand was on your lower back, ignoring all the people that lingered in the hallway until finally swinging his door open.

your lips part with curiosity and anticipation, examining his bedroom, letting him drop his bag by his desk and grab his charger to plug his dying phone in.

you venture further in, setting aside your purse, before eyeing the few band posters he has up on his wall. his clothes were mainly strewn on his desk chair and beside his closest, but it smelled surprisingly good here. i guess you can thank the air freshener he has plugged into the wall. but it also smelled like him.

“ohhh do you guys all have your own bathrooms?”

“nah…” sukuna types something on his phone. “gojo and geto have a jack n jill type thing where they share a bathroom, and the basement bedroom has their own bathroom, but everyone else shares,” sukuna easily replies, tossing his charging phone on his desk before glancing back up at you.

he shamelessly lets his eyes track your figure as you stand in front of a scratch off movie poster list on his wall.

the skirt you were wearing was dangerously short, showing off your thighs and the paint marks all over them. he gets slightly irked thinking how one of those handprints is probably gojo’s. but he continues checking you out, especially your exposed back, and the dip in your spine.

his jeans grow tighter eyeing your soft hips. he shamelessly recalls every time he’s checked out your ass in lab, whenever you’d lean over the table, or bend down to grab something from your bag.

but now he definitely felt more eager to grab a handful of it, especially when you lean forward exposing more of your thighs for his greedy eyes, just to get a better look at the movie titles.

“you haven’t seen Lawrence of Arabia?”

your voice was unbelievably calm for how you’re actually feeling. maybe this seemed better in your head, but is this a good idea? you’re in your lab partners very fratboy-esque room, during a frat party, and neither of you are drunk enough.

“the movie’s like a billion hours long,” his voice is much closer now, and you tense momentarily when you feel his breath fanning against your shoulder. his hand casually brushing your hip as he leans forward pressing his chest against your back to glance over at the poster. “think I watched the first hour then fell asleep.” his thumb shamelessly caresses your bare skin.

you nod, heart hammering as you try not to move. but luckily, he takes charge. laughing under his breath as he turns you to face him. both hands on your hips now, head cocking to the side in amusement, gaze locked on your face.

“is talkin’ about movies foreplay for you?” he asks, all while eyeing your lips.

“well no,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed because he’s licking his teeth trying not to laugh. you were beyond casual talking about your sex life with him just a few minutes ago, and even more casual listing your conditions for your potential sex buddy. so it was definitely amusing seeing you all lost and mumbling right now. “you sure you wanna have sex? y’know it might be you who doesn’t like it in the end.”

he scoffs. “trust me, y’r not scaring me.”

you don’t respond, gaze glancing over his sharp features, bitting your cheek because you can see his dark lids on your lips, and his body heat was overwhelming your senses.

maybe you weren’t entirely uncomfortable with situation, but more so anxious. you’d been holding back for so long, that you don’t mind at all when he stands tall, hand casually holding your jaw, crimson pupils dilating just a bit at the sight of you parting your lips.

“you didn’t clarify,” he leans forward, easily pinning you to the wall, and your heart is hammering faster seeing this side of him. “kissing…yes or no?”

and the words couldn’t have come out faster. “yes.”

you gasp when his lips crash into you. your hands find purchase on his bicep as your kiss turns messy in seconds. you were not victim, whining in full delight when his tongue slipped into your mouth, hand grasping his shirt as he presses you further against the wall, knee slotting between your legs as his tongue plays with yours.

you could’ve guessed he’d be a good kisser, but this was mind-numbing.

especially in your sex crazed mind. your lips are parting, panting as you catch your breath before he’s kissing your lips again, biting down hard making and a cute gasp come from your lips.

your nails dig into his biceps. the pleasure courses through you, thighs clenching around his thigh as he presses it higher up, humming when his hands come down under your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass. squeezing.

“angh!” you gasp in shock, and he chuckles, tonguing your lips, with a smirk, before muttering so deep it reaches your soaked panties.

“been eyeing this ass every time we’re in lab,” he admits, shamelessly. giving it another squeeze before kissing you again. “best part.”

your cheeks flush, unbelievably turned on, whining every time he bites down on your lips, running his tongue over it.

it was addicting.

so much so, that your lips only part in momentary shock when he lifts you up.

your lips don’t leave his, holding his jaw now as you kiss him desperately, legs wrapped around his waist.

his tongue was warm in your mouth, leading you to his bed. his hand still groping your ass, arm wrapped around your waist, kneeling down on the bed. and it was fucking validating when he cracks a hard slap on your ass, and you moan in pleasure.

“fuck, you’re so well behaved,” he laughs, laying you on the bed before sitting up. he easily lifts your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties down, in one swift motion, tossing it off the bed, and that’s when he has to bite back a pathetic groan. “shit.”

you’re flushing just a bit at how quick he’s moving, chest still uneven from the make out session. not registering how gone sukuna is. he’s pushing your legs apart, pupils blown at the sight of your exposed pussy. “you’re fucking drenched, woman, did you cum already?”

your lips part in shock, shaking your head, “no! you barely did anything.”

he hums, chuckling darkly as his thumb comes down and rubs through your drenched folds, your hips jerk in surprise, whining so softly he has to control himself. “well y’r fucking soaked,” he points. canines peaking as he smiles. “this is hot,” he hums in approval because your pussy was fully shaved, aside from cute heart you kept.

“ya?” you bite your cheek, since you hadn’t slept with anyone in so long, this little design you decided to do, has never been complimented.

“fuck ya,” he groans, leaning down to kiss it. your cheeks sting, the back of your hand covering your mouth, as you hum.

his lips continue to trail down to your dripping pussy, mouth already drooling before he even gets a taste.

and when he does, all hell breaks loose.

“angh fuck! wait—“ your head falls back in pleasure, forgetting how fucking good it is to be eaten out. his tongue is greedy, lapping the mess around your folds before delving back in again. he was a beast, rubbing his face between your legs, drinking in your arousal before tonguing your clit.

your hand shoots out, gripping his salmon locks hard, hips stuttering, but he doesn’t move, only groaning when you yank a little too hard. his wet lips loud as they fill the room.

the low base of the music downstairs shielding your moans as you whine, feeling the coil begin to wound up with every flick of his skilled tongue.

“suk—angh! gonna cum—“ your legs tremble, trying to close on instinct, but he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around your thighs, face moving between your legs, pushing you further along the edge, until you’re finally tipping over.

your hips jump, lips parting as a soft whine leaves your throat, and the man just groans in delight as you coat his tongue in more juices. your legs shake, trying to catch your breath, but he’s already kissing your heart, pushing a finger inside without warning.

“we didn’t think of a safe word,” he smirks, watching you whine, abs clenching in surprise because he barely gave you a chance to catch your breath, before he’s fingering your poor pussy.

“angh—um—“ you gasp, trying to think, but his fingers curl so beautifully, pressing against your sweet spot making you whine.

“fuck you really haven’t had sex in a year,” he coos, biting a smile at the way your hips chase his fingers every time he stops. “you miss cumming?”

you nod, lips parting to reply, but then he’s pressing his thumb against your clit and your words just turn into more whines. your pretty lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips rolling up like a desperate slut, and he’s fucking hooked.

“well? gotta think of a safe word, woman,” he inserts a second finger, humming as your walls stretch around his digits, not giving you chance before pistoning them in and out. your eyes bulge, back arching off the bed, nails digging into his bicep as he trails kisses up your neck, and he’s mean.

scissoring your tight cunt, ignoring your whines that it was too much. “answer me. you into colors? food?” he’s fucking teasing you.

he always has a go to safe word, but it was just more fun watching you struggle to answer him.

“I—r-ryome—angh please, ‘m close,” your voice was so fucking sweet, he was quite honestly amazed that you’re able to cum so quickly after your first orgasm. and maybe he should give you a second to breathe, but he’s just kissing your nipples, you hadn’t even realized he’d pushed your top up, and unclasped your bra.

“I’m gonna put a third finger in, but how about mango?” he’s licking your nipple, crimson gaze staring up at you as he teases a third finger, and you’re squirming, but nodding.

“mango, mhm ya that works,” you’re out of breath, “i like mangos,” you add and he’s biting back a smirk before pushing in a third finger.

“same.”

sukuna licks his lips, gaze locked on you as he stretches you open with his fingers. your moans weren’t crazy loud, and it was quite cute whenever you’d squeeze his arm, burying your face in his shoulder, or when your thighs would close around his arm as you shook.

“open up,” he clicks his tongue, but you’re panting. “calling it quits now?”

“no!” you blurt, but you’re pulling away, resting back on his sheets staring up at him. “can you put it in now?”

his hand stills, fingers frozen inside you as his eyes narrow, he was going a little overboard, but you were tight as hell. but the way you’re batting your lashes at him, and all he can see is his lab partner who is always rambling about some shit or zoning out all flushed and out of breath right now…well he couldn’t help the fact that your full undivided attention was on him.

your legs tremble as he pulls his fingers out, popping them in his mouth sucking them clean.

you sit up just a bit, letting him pull your top and bra off, tossing them aside while his hand grabs the hem of his shirt, lifting it overhead.

the air around you felt much hotter, even after your previous orgasms. a new tingling swirling inside you once sukuna tossed his shirt off. and it could be how ripped this man is, his abs sculpted to perfection, or it could be the religious tattoos the decorated his tanned skin.

your lips part in awe, chest rising and falling, hands playing with your fingers as he slid off the bed unbuckling his loose jeans and kicking them aside, followed so quickly by his boxers that you didn’t even get a chance to ogle his dark happy trail that lead to his large bulge, before the real thing sprung out.

your pupils dilate at the sight. biting back a pathetic whine, when he smeared the pre that collected around his bulbous tip, before kneeling beside you.

“y’r not gonna fuckin’ run away. s’ your fault you wouldn’t let me stretch ya more, so no crying, okay?”

his words were going in one ear and out the other.

your thoughts numb just nodding mindlessly as he continued stroking his abnormally large cock. your gaze locked on him, taking in the sight of your lab partner naked, allowing him to lean between your legs resting his cock across your belly— “when y’ feel me right ‘ere, then that means I’m all in.”

your face was beyond flustered. his words turning your head to mush, even when his lips found yours again, and he rocked his cock through your folds collecting your wetness to coat his length, you were just humming in delight.

“you’re so submissive,” he laughs, kissing the tops of your breasts, sinking his teeth in as he presses his tip to your entrance and it’s like everything clicked and you immediately push his chest back.

“condom,” you blurt. and his face immediately scrunches in disgust.

“no. that’s one of the conditions,” he huffs.

you frown, “well I’m not on birth control, considering I haven’t had sex in like a freakin’ year. you have to give me like a sec to get back on it,” your frown easily turns into a pout. eyes doting up at him, pleading.

it was worse, how you’re clasping your hands together like a begger but he’s just eyeing the way your pretty tits squish together and he can see the bite marks and hickies he left on em. “pleaseeee.”

his jaw locks, head falling back releasing a loud groan. “fine.”

he hates the way you perk up, rolling his eyes as he climbs off you and searches his nightstand drawer for the box of condoms. and you patiently wait like a spoiled princess before he’s kneeling back on the bed, pumping his cock again and rolling the condom on.

of course, he’s spewing curses, “fucking hate these shitty things,” he mutters.

you let him curse the heavens, but when he’s back between your legs, pushing your legs high up on his waist, you’re immediately consumed by him and the slow burn that spreads inside you as he pushes his tip in.

your moan breaks through, whining as he rocks his hips, continuing to push past the tightens, but you’re clenching around him like a fucking seductress, whining even more when he squeezes your thigh in warning. “watch it,” he huffs.

“k-kay,” you pant, lips parting in gentle gasps feeling him go deeper.

this is what he means when he said he’s kinda rough.

he doesn’t wait for you to fully adjust before crashing his lips into yours, tongue greedy as he pushes into your mouth. his knees plant into the bed before he starts thrusting into you, pushing the rest of his thick cock into your tight hole making you grasp his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles as he grunts.

he’s laughing against your lips, pulling back, arms braising himself above you, caging you under him, as he looks you over. “good?” and he was a self righteous prick. full of himself and it definitely stems from how much he’s packing and how you’re holding onto him like a baby koala.

but of course, your sex deprived self is eating it all up, humming and nodding.

you felt so full.

you can feel every vein and ridge of his thick cock, and you almost cursed yourself for not having sex for so long, because how can you have gone a year without this feeling??

but you doubt you’ve ever been stuffed this full. and maybe that’s why you’re whining and moaning when he starts rutting into you, hips snapping against you, grunting in your ear everytime you unintentionally clench around him.

“angh!—feels good!” you whine, grasping his nape, back arching as he continues his relentless pace. shape thrusts leaving your breathless.

“fuck—haah—“ he pants, groaning when your nails dig a bit too deep in his skin, his teeth sink into yours shoulder.

his face and chest are flushed, forehead dripping with sweat as he feels you come undone, and he’s filling the condom with his load before he’s pulling out and rolling on another condom.

you’re still panting, humming in delight when he easily flips you to your stomach pulling your hips back so you’re on your hands and knees.

“you can go again?” but the question was more of statement as he groped your ass, spreading it apart and eyeing your puckering hole. “pussy is still clenching,” he coos, and you’re leaning back, humming in pleasure as you feel the cool air touch your soaked folds.

“yes, more,” you reply, words falling off into a moan when he pushes his cock back into your warmth. your eyes flying open because he reaches much deeper, and he’s slamming into you unapologetically. “angh! haah—“

“good girl, you feel me inside? huh—fuckin’ you just like ya want?”

he’s pounding into you, bruising grip on your waist, before cracking a hand down on your ass just to hear your cute gasp of pleasure.

you’re grasping the sheets, but surprisingly trying to fuck back into him. sukuna bites down on his jaw, trying not to bust, but a deep groan slips when you squeeze his hefty cock again. “fuckin’ slut, tryna squeeze my cock—haah shit!” he grunts, leaning back as he wraps and arm under your waist and lifting you up.

“wha—angh ryo!—“ your eyes are wide as he holds your back against his chest, and you’re arching away in pleasure. “angh—“ you cry as he gropes your tits, pinching your nipples, twisting them between his greedy fingers.

“no sukuna?” he laughs, grunting against your shoulder as he watches your head fall back, whining when he gives your nipple another mean twist.

your mind is scrambled, completely lost to the pleasure, letting him use your body, making you feel every form of pleasure you could’ve ever dreamed off. and it didn’t matter how pathetic your whines got, or how much you came. because he was just manhandling you into another position, biting your lip hard, tongue invading your mouth again, before he’s got a fresh condom on and pummeling into you again and again.

your soft whines turn into sweet cries, and his eyes are dilating in awe, cheeks flushed as your vision blurs. your wet lips part, crying his name over and over. “s’ too much—ryo—please gonna cum—“ and he’s just laughing above you, as if his own abs aren’t clenching from the overstimulation. knocking the wind out of you with each vicious thrust.

his arm is locks around your torso, hugging you against his chest, your back sticking to him as he holds your leg up, fucking mean thrusts into your squelching pussy. heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust.

“haah—fuck fuck—“ his grunts are just a bit louder than usual, and it was definitely because you’re actually keeping up with him. his lips part, groaning when you clench him again. his fat tip kissing your cervix every thrust, you were practically seeing stars.

“r-ryo—ah—“ you moan, arm coming around his neck, nails digging into his nape as your lips lock with his. and he’s grunting into your mouth, and you’re swallowing it, panting against each other like sex deprived addicts, because you were.

his lips part against your mouth groaning loud as he feels his balls tighten up again, abs flexing against your back, and he’s easily spilling another heavy load into the condom, just as your cumming around him too.

you’re both shaking in pleasure. covered in sweat, and spit, and your cheeks are damp, but you push him back.

his back hits the mattress and you’re grabbing another condom and rolling it on his sensitive cock. he jerks back abs flexing, groaning when you squeeze his base eyeing his flushed skin as you climb on his lap. your hand brushes over the dark hair that covers his base in awe.

“fuckin’ hell, woman,” his head falls back, calloused palms digging into your waist, as you sink down on his chubby cock. your lips part in ecstasy, eyes heavy as you roll your neck back. “think you can ride me?”

you hum, “yeah,” planting your small hands on his large pecs, leaning up, and just that has you shaking above him. shoulders trembling and thighs shaking with overstimulation. fuck, “s’ really big, ryo,” you whine.

his chest shakes a bit at the admission, licking back a wide ass smirk, as you adjust again, even after being fucked multiple times by this fat cock.

sukuna doesn’t complain, it gives him a second to catch his breath, staring up at you like you saved him from drowning in an ocean full of lazy ass women that just go two rounds of vanilla ass sex then pass out.

but you. he grunts when you start moving, tits bouncing every time you fall back down on his cock, and the squelching is obscene and lewd. your lips part in pleasure as you start moaning.

“just like that, mmm fhuck—“ sukuna spreads his legs further apart, tilting his hips up just to feel you clench even more, and his eyes darken at the sight of his cock poking your tummy. “fuck, ridin’ my dick like a fuckin’ slut,” he snickers, choking back another throaty moan, because you weren’t even fully riding his cock, you were only coming up a bit before clapping back down, whining like a touch starved baby. “cmon, ya fuck—you can go faster, babe,” his hand comes down on your ass, grabbing a handful, helping.

“s’ hard,” you whine, trying to keep up the pace he’s setting, his biceps flex everytime he lifts your ass up, and your mind is going dumb because he looks so hot grunting under you. his chest was sticky with sweat, and his tatted cheeks flush, and he wouldn’t stop staring at your pussy.

“you’re on top, do some work,” he snaps his hips up, moan and rough, groaning when you fall forward. “don’t act like a fuckin’ virgin,” he pants.

“mm ryooo,” you whine, “I’m tryin’,” and you try to sit up, your big doe eyes glossy and red with new tears. and you’re practically numb trying to ride his pulsing cock, and it only sets him off again. thrusting up, knocking you forward. “ahh!”

“not tryna hard off, woman,” his hand cracks down on your ass again as punishment, grabbing a handful of the flesh before thrusting up again and again. you’re crying into his neck, trying to sit up, but he’s ruthless, panting and grunting like animal, nor giving you a chance to take control of the pace. “such a fucking crybaby.”

“i-im n-not,” you cry again, lips parting in pleasure as he plants his feet on the bed, holding your ass up as he fucks up into your pussy. the squelching is beyond lewd, your moans can’t even be replicated in porn, they were so fucking sweet and sexy.

his mind was numb, grunting with pleasure as your pussy drenched his thighs and pelvis in a sticky mess, huffing out another groan when your lips find his in a messy kiss.

you whine against his lips, drooling into his mouth as he licks it up. cheeks flushed and eyes lidded as he watches your lazy gaze on him.

“spit in my mouth,” he rasps out.

you whine, not even disgusted but so fucked out that it makes you blush, holding his neck, nails scratching his jaw as his mouth opens. and just seeing your lab partner panting underneath you, had you loosening sanity and letting a fat glob of spit hit his tongue.

he swallows, blissed out when your wet lashes kiss your cheeks.

“ngh fuck, you’re so good,” he grunts, entire body lit, ruthless in his thrusts, letting you sob into his neck, enjoying every bit of it as you moan his name over and over. “so good, tight ass haah pussy taking my dick,” you tremble on top of him, tits pressed against his slick chest, cunt squeezing him to death as you cum with another muffled moan your vision goes white, trembling on top of him.

“fuckk— gonna cum,” his head falls back, hand slapping your ass again as his thrusts grow sloppier chasing is growing high.

you whimper in his ear, sighing his name over and over, “feels good, ryo, haah,” you pant, wet lips brushing the crown of his ear sending chills down his spine, face bright red, grip tight on your ass until he’s thrusting deep inside you, head lolling back, adam’s apple throbbing as he cums undone.

and maybe he was right, you think. your pussy clenches around his pulsing chub thinking how much he’d have filled you up if it wasn’t for the condom.

and a primal part of you wanted his heavy load to paint your walls and coat you in his scent. especially when his sweaty musk is invading your nose and making you even more dizzy as he lazily grinds his hips up, milking most of his white cum into the stupid rubbery protection.

“could’ve filled this pussy,” he mutters under his breath, kneading your ass, and you can’t even respond because you were thinking exactly that.

you pant softly against his chest, mind slowly regaining some senses as his legs slide back down on the bed, heaving underneath you.

you’re both enjoying the calm, neither of you jumping for a nth round, so he carefully lifts you up by your ass, letting his cock fall out, pulling the condom off and tying it. all while your face is still buried in his neck, hugging him close.

he tosses the condom on the floor, hand falling on your back rubbing lazy strokes up and down your back. he would never admit out loud, but if you’re still jumping to go another round, he’ll have to make due with his fingers and tongue, until his cock jumps alive again, because right now, he might faint if he feels your tight cunt squeeze his cock again.

“how do you feel?” you finally mutter. voice a little hoarse from your moans, and crying.

“good.”

your lips part, but instead you carefully slide off him, sighing once your back hit the soft mattress, chest rising and falling in even steady breaths.

sukuna glances over at you, eyeing you for the thousandth time that night. especially now, because he was ruthless, the dark bruises on your waist was a sign of that, along with the bite marks all over your tits and neck, and he didn’t even want to imagine what your ass looked like.

obviously it didn’t help when you kept moaning that stupid nickname his brothers call him, followed by harder harder. how the fuck was he not supposed to go harder then?

your arm covered your face, still managing to catch your breath, and he’s sitting up on his arms, watching you closely, eyes narrowed.

“don’t tell me that wasn’t good?” he manages to speak. and now all he’s expecting is for you to stumble up and out of his room because he was too rough—

“no,” you sigh, dropping your arm on your stomach, eyes a little damp from your crying earlier. “it was really good,” you blush internally, the way his sculpted face was looking at you, his dark eyes boring into yours, tongue peaking out to wet his lips a bit.

you would fucking jump his bones in a second, but you knew you were way past your limit. “never had sex like that…. worth the wait,” you admit.

he snorts, “was i too rough?” he checks the marks on you again, almost feeling bad about what he did to his poor lab partner, even if it made his cock stir a bit to know he’s the first to mark you up in a long time.

“you were rough,” you nod, caressing a hand gently on your stomach, almost missing how it bulged when he was inside you. “but i liked it. pretty sure i kept asking for more,” you laugh, embarrassed.

he licks his teeth nodding, “ya, it definitely shows you haven’t been fucked in awhile.”

“hey!” you slap his arm, and he laughs. “don’t make fun of me.”

“kinda hard not too when you kept crying begging for more,” he laughs even more, and you’re flushing, lips parting in bewilderment. scrambling for a reply.

“I wasn’t crying!” you shriek.

he snorts, rough palm coming to your cheek, swiping under your eye collecting your tears. “what’s this then,” he shoves his thumb in your face, and you scoff loud, rolling you eyes.

“those are just eye tears, like when your eyes water when you yawn,” you shake your head.

“Pfff—“ sukuna barks out another hefty ass laugh, his entire chest shaking at your stupid ass excuse.

“ha ha ha,” you sarcastically join him, rolling your eyes again, ignoring the way your cheeks sting, because why did he look even more attractive when he’s laughing like this, especially when his eyes would close, hand actually on his belly as he laughs. “whatever,” you mutter.

“ya ya,” he slowly calms down, sighing from the laugh, as his hand lays on your waist.

“pretty sure the bruising will be gone in a few days,” he examines, large palm skimming over it.

“bruises??”

your body immediately on alert as you sit up. looking down at where he’s touching your waist, and you can already see the hand prints start to darken. “what’s the hell??” you shriek.

the man just shrugs, “what’d you expect?”

you’re speechless. “well….” his hand continues to hold you, before pushing you to your side, “what’re you—“

but his hands are already on the globes of your ass, humming at his previous words. “ya a week for ‘em all to heal,” he squeezes the flesh, making you jump.

“hey,” you huff, burying your cheek against the pillow frowning up at him.

his brow quirks, “what? you mad at me?”

“no,” you mutter.

he scoffs, hand sliding back to your waist, not even fully realizing how attached he is to your body — he can’t seem to let go, even when you’re letting go of your pity attitude, to actually lick your lips and speak.

“so…was it a good test round?” you’re the one to ask. heart hammering because if you can have him as your fuck buddy for the rest of the year, then you’re set! no more grumpy attitude, no more sweet treats when you’re feeling stressed, no more pent up sexual frustration.

“i thought so,” he hums, “you?”

you nod immediately, unashamed how eager you are to lock this agreement.

“so?” you bite your cheek, almost like you’re trying to read his mind before asking, “so we have an agreement?”

he snorts, itching his chin as he nods. “yup, I’m game,” he smirks.

your hum is high pitched, nodding like this was the best gift anyone has ever given you, and if you were being completely honest, it was. at the time.

sukuna finally gets up, arms stretching overhead, rolling his shoulders back as he drudges over to the bathroom. “just so you know,” he starts, “I’m just being nice because we have an agreement,” he comes back with a warm towel. “I’m not fucking cleanin’ every girl i fuck,” his clarification has you nodding sitting back on your arms as he spreads your legs, cleaning you up. and you’re blushing loving this agreement already.

“you should though, it’s nice,” you say.

he scoffs, shaking his head, thumb brushing over your cute heart. “fuck no.”

you sigh, like a disappointed mother, but laugh lightly when he rolls his eyes at you.

“what time is it?” you glance around for a clock.

“almost four,” he answers, handing you your phone as he tosses the towel aside, picking up the used condoms strewn across the bed and floor.

you’re sitting up fully now, hugging one of his pillows as you scroll through your messages. shoko and utahime texted you a few hours ago asking where you were, and a few minutes later saying they were gonna leave and that gojo saw you leave.

you check a few other messages, before going back and replying to them. a short apology for not responding and that you were fine. along with a dumb reaction pic of someone bitting their lip, implying well…you finally got laid.

“you good?” sukuna comes back out, now wearing loose pajama pants, holding a tee shirt in one hand.

you hum, glancing up, briefly before checking the time again.

“ya, i should probably head home now, needa catch the next train.”

“just stay the night,” sukuna casually shrugs, tossing you his shirt. “there’s no classes tomorrow, just leave in the morning.”

“for real?” your cheeks sting smiling at his kindness.

“ya, you probably can’t even fuckin’ walk properly, I’m not gonna let y’ take the damn subway at night,” he rolls his eyes at the stupidity. “and don’t be saying shit to other people because i kick every girl out.”

you stifle a snort, humming.

“so kind!” you cheer, throwing his shirt on and quickly getting under the covers. sukuna scoffs, itching his chest as he checks his phone yawning before climbing in beside you.

“don’t fuckin’ kick me, brat,” he warns, and you just hum again, rolling to your side, back facing each other, and knocking out immediately.

surprisingly enough, when the sun rises that morning and a loud knocking resounds in the room. you don’t feel embarrassed, or anxious. instead you just yawn into the comfy sheets, not wanting to fully wake up.

but the loud banging outside sukuna’s door was making you both stir in annoyance.

“hi bitch, you gonna get up for practice? coach said one more practice before the break!” gojo’s yelling doesn’t stop, shaking the locked doorknob. “hellooooo!!!”

“I heard you, okay, fuck off!” sukuna yells, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, and gojo mutters something pity before disappearing.

“you were fuckin’ kicking all night,” he grumbles, and you turn over, eyes heavy as you rub the sleep away.

“nuh uh.”

“yuh huh,” he turns his head to face you. eyes narrow. “fucking shoved me off the bed.”

“I’m a peaceful sleeper,” you tsk.

“peaceful my ass,” he scoffs, sitting up with another full body yawn.

and it was like second nature, the both of you seemed to be on the same page, just like how you guys are in lab. he lets you take his shirt, along with a clean pair of old sweats he never wears, pulling the drawstrings tight so it doesn’t slip. and you wash your face and use his mouthwash, before tying your disheveled hair up.

“you wanna fuck later today?” sukuna says casually, throwing shit into his duffle.

and you can’t help the way your face lights up, “ya!” making the man snort.

“fucking weirdo,” he laughs, opening the door for you. and you were thankful you didn’t have a crazy ass limp, it was there, but subtle enough not to address as you followed sukuna downstairs.

it was a bit too casual for the both of you that neither of you batted an eye when gojo and geto gawked at your appearance behind the pink haired brute. you had that post-sex glow, eyes bright, lips pulled into a soft smile.

“hello??” gojo’s eyes are so wide, his piercing blue orbs almost take over the room. “you were the one he was fucking last night?!”

your face stings, almost forgetting the party was existing simultaneously as you were getting railed.

“shoko did mention how her and hime were tryna set you up,” geto notes, realizing why now. “you needed to get laid?”

“look at her face? what the fuck?? your attitude was so crappy last night, but after you get dicked it’s all smiles?!” gojo shrieks.

“my attitude wasn’t crappy last night,” you huff, “I had a good time. It was a fun party.”

“ya sure,” gojo scoffs, crossing his arms. “started a dumbass dance battle for you.”

“thanks satoru,” you smile. and he just rolls his eyes, pity as always.

you fix your purse on your shoulder, your clothes from last night in a target bag.

“what you have nothing to say,” gojo tsks at the tattooed man, he just shrugs casually.

“not really,” he yawns, until your hand suddenly grabs his shirt when he reaches the bottom step, pulling him back as you whisper in his ear.

geto and gojo both raise a brow.

even more curious when sukuna barks out a laugh, pulling away. “ya ya okay,” he brushes you off and you hum, cheeks tinged a bit from what you’d said.

“what?” gojo blurts.

“none of your business,” you huff, waving a hand over your shoulder bidding the boys farewell as you disappear out the door.

gojo is already on his feet grabbing his duffle. “what’d she say, man?”

sukuna just snorts, shaking his head. “stupid ass shit.”

“i wanna know though,” gojo whines, “did she say not to talk about it? does she have weird kinks? are you gonna sleep with each other again?”

“ya later today,” sukuna yawns, heading into the kitchen to grab a celsius. leaving gojo and geto even more lost.

and the entire walk to practice gojo was trying to guess what you’d whispered to sukuna. even geto curiously guessed a few times, but sukuna just put his headphones on flipped them off. please don’t tell them i haven’t had sex in year, i for real won’t hear the end of it. sukuna laughs again at what’d you’d whispered.

you guys didn’t talk about whether you’re gonna tell anyone. or how long this thing is gonna go for. is it problem if he tells them you guys have a friends-with-benefits thing going? the last thing sukuna would want is any confusion.

so when he’s texting you to come over later that day, and easily tugs you up to his room, unbothered by the looks gojo and geto shoot his way. already undressing you and fucking you with a condom (sigh), is when he voices some more conditions.

“y’r okay if i tell the guys we just fuck, right?” he pants over you, humming in pleasure when you gasp, his cock hitting your sweet spot.

“y-ya, angh! i told shoko an’ hime already,” you whine.

“shit, for real?” he grunts, glancing down at his fat cock stretching you open with each mean thrust.

“ya! angh yesyes—“ you’re already cumming, and sukuna can’t help his chest from swelling.

it’s not new being praised in bed, but it’s slightly more validating coming from someone who got fucked so rough last night, and still showed up in his bed the next day. any sane person would want a few days before riding that same mean horse.

but you’re here. under him again. letting him go just as hard as he pleases. eyes filling up with tears again, and his cock is swelling even more.

“angh!” you gasp, the one he still hadn’t gotten used too, the softness going straight to his pulsing cock. “r-ryo haah s’ getting big—“

your moan breaks off, lips melding with his as you gasp, feeling him press a hand behind your back, arching you into his chest, as he hits deeper, kissing your cervix.

after another round, you’re panting against his shoulder, both of you catching your breath as your phone buzzes.

“ya,” you croak out, listening to utahime ramble on, before ending with you should come over. and you hum, telling her you’ll be there in thirty.

“leaving?” sukuna watches you sit up, smirk pulling on his lips when you pause for a second to gain some feeling in your shaky legs.

“ya, gonna sleep over at hime’s place,” you wobble to the bathroom, cleaning yourself off, before waddling back to the bedroom, sukuna is still lazing on his bed, arm behind his head as scrolls through his phone.

“should we set an end date for this?” you ask, your voice slightly softer as you pick your panties up off the floor. eyes hesitant to look at him, not wanting to pressure him—

“your call, I’m good till whenever,” sukuna shrugs, itching his sweaty chest. and it takes him aback seeing your dazzling eyes all bright and happy. “you needa stop doin’ that,” he snorts.

“smiling?”

“no, acting like i fucking bought you a puppy.”

“but this is better than a puppy!” you clasp your hands together in gratitude. sliding your panties on.

he scoffs, loud, rolling his eyes. “when’re you gonna take the birth control.”

you roll your eyes, “soon, no rushing me. it’s my body.”

“ya ya,” he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, waving you off. “pretty sure you were whining in my ear earlier when i said i could stuff my cum in ya if it wasn’t for the shitty condoms.”

you tch, cheeks stinging, “I’ll let you know when we can toss the condoms.” your hand presses against one cheek, even more bashful feeling how hot it is.

sukuna bites down, jaw clenching and hand flexing because you look so fucking cute pouting at him like that. heat spreads across his chest feeling it twist inside him when your eyes find his again. his throat goes dry when your glossy bitten lips part.

“I’ve never not used condoms before….but uh… i do wanna know what it feels like…for you to cum in me.”

shit.

it was wording. it was the expression. it was the cute ass pout. it was the way your eyes were avoiding his. all of it just made what you said a thousand times more lewd and intimate, and he couldn’t help the way his face went red and a hot jolt went straight to his cock.

“ya, whatever,” he shoos you, rubbing the itch in his chest as he stands up. “go before ya miss your bus.”

you hum, blushing just a bit when you see him try to cover his cock, before grabbing your bag. “cya!”

it was funny. honestly. your dynamic just went hand and hand. like two peas in a pod. without even trying.

the week of spring break, you can say, was one of the best weeks in a long time. it’s like you’d never had sex before sukuna.

he was rough and mean, but you didn’t mind it. you actually liked it more and more. and what made it even better was that it was so fucking easy. you guys didn’t even fuck everyday, the second half of the week he said he was going back home, and luckily your sister was able to visit in that time.

neither you or sukuna can blame yourselves for itching to see the other again. it was definitely an addiction.

but it was just sex.

and yet, the week back from break, sukuna noticed you sitting on the campus courtyard with an unfamiliar man. his jaw clenched momentarily, hand freezing around his lighter as his eyes narrowed. you leaned over to brush some leaf off the guy’s hair still speaking—

“hey,” his low voice startled you, turning around to see his cold expression, hand deep in his pockets, while the other held his unlit cigarette, eyeing the man across from you.

“hey!” you seem to immediately light up, not that he notices a difference in your attitude. you always act like that.

you don’t notice the intimidating expression he’s giving your companion. “this is zain, my cousin. zain, this is ryomen, he’s my lab partner in bio chem,” you easily introduce the two, unphased when sukuna’s shoulders seem to relax and he greets the man with a head nod. uninterested.

neither of you think twice about that interaction again. even if your cousin does.

but maybe things start to get confusing a few weeks later. when the frat decides to throw a pool party for the start of the warm weather.

you’re arriving a little late, having to submit your paper before coming. utahime and shoko were already there when step up the sidewalk, body freezing when you hear shouting.

you turn at the familiar voice.

glancing over your shoulder, eyes narrowing when you spot sukuna across the street. “what the..” you step forward, trying to get a look at who he’s shouting at. probably one of the poor pledges. but instead you see a woman. dark short hair, and sunken eyes—

“how many fucking times do i have to say it!” you hear him shout.

your hand grasps your bag a little tighter. you’d never seen him that angry. his back was heaving, arms flailing as the woman spoke. you couldn’t hear what she was saying only sukuna’s loud response. “fuck off before I fucking call the cops for trespassing,” he snaps.

eyes crazed with anger when he turns back to the house, then notices you. your lips part in shock, registering a bit too late that you’d been so obviously eavesdropping, and it doesn’t help either that sukuna is heading straight towards you.

“hey-“

“how long were you listening?” he barks, eyes dark, gripping your bicep to pull you away from the sidewalk, and on the frat’s property.

“not long,” you shake your head. and he’s scrutinizing your reply. “for real, i just got here and noticed you…shouting.”

“shouting what?” he snaps back.

your face was hot, heart hammering with anxiety. “uh something about how many times, then fuck you,” you repeat his words, “I didn’t hear what the other person said, it was too quiet…for real.”

your eyes plead with his, arm flexing in his grasp before he ultimately loosens his grip. his jaw locks, glancing over his shoulder like he’s being watched. but turns back, rubbing his nose.

“are you okay?” you’re cautious, voice low. “who was that?”

“no one.”

chills run down your spine. his expression stern, cold, jaw locked, and brows knit. but you nod, hand wrapping around his wrist gentle, but hesitate. “let’s go inside then.”

he doesn’t reply, but he lets you lead him back into the frat. drunken college students dancing, and music blasting. he notices the way you try to sneak a peak at the woman when you’re at the door, but you couldn’t find her.

“keep walking,” he grunts.

your eyes flick over to him, a flash of confused concern washing over you, but you turn around, keeping a grip on his wrist. his hand eventually leaves yours, and goes to your waist, his lips coming over your shoulder, and breath fanning against your ear.

“upstairs,” his voice was gruff, the underlying anger still evident as he squeezes your waist, before adding, “if you’re down right now?”

your throat goes dry, heart hammering. “ya, let’s go.”

but your mind wanders off to that woman again. you weren’t doing it on purpose, but it was hard not to think about the way sukuna was shouting. his hands were balled into fists, and he was practically heaving by the time he turned around.

if you didn’t know him, you would’ve ran away.

he looked terrifying.

“fuck—“ his abs clench, drilling a hole in your cervix with every sharp thrust from behind. your back arched and nails digging into the sheets. until you’re both climaxing.

his low groan filled your ear, lips parted as you catch your breath.

it helped that you were exhausted so you didn’t question the way he was practically hugging you, pressing his face in your nape.

“was I too rough?” he mutters, exhausted.

you shake your head, exhaling softly. “jus’ a little,” you admit.

sukuna carefully pulls out, tossing the used condom on the floor, before falling beside you. his tatted arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest, spooning you so close you can’t help but sink into the sheets.

“ryo?”

he grunts, warm breath fanning against your bare shoulder.

“are you okay?”

your heart beats quickly, eyes half lidded as you look at window beside the bed, nail picking at the sheets. sukuna shifts behind you, pressing his leg between yours, hand splayed on your belly holding you closer to his chest, if that’s even possible.

“s’ nothin’, so drop it,” his tone is cold, warning you not to cross. and you hate how it makes your chest tighten up. your lips part again, but only a quiet hums comes out. small hand closing over his, thumb brushing his cracked knuckles trying desperately to fall asleep.

but the uneasiness doesn’t go away, especially when sukuna ignores the way his phone is going off like crazy.

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[a/n] — so their will be a second chapter, and maybe third, and maybe more, and some plot and some angst and some more smuuuut — i am just a mere girl w a new hyper fixation on frat!kuna and i humbly submit to it now, the plot won’t be too overwhelming, obv the focus will be on the tension b/w sukuna + reader :p

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➷ fratboy sukuna not telling you his brothers were visiting [fwb]

[18+] mdni. nsfw. dacryphilia. prone bone. f!reader. angst. piv. ráw. creampie. rough. degrading. choso (16) in a band & yuuji an unhinged 11yr old.

sukuna couldn’t have predicted the events of this weekend. well maybe he could of, if he bothered to check his calendar in the morning. but instead he was busy checking you out.

the sun still rising, and you passed out dead on his bed, his blanket slipping down your back as he sits up, groaning into his hands because gojo and geto haven’t stopped knocking every five minutes to make sure they all make it to practice on time.

and of course you’re surprisingly able to sleep through that. and he can only thank himself, considering how hard he fucked you last night. he can still feel how tight you squeezed his poor dick.

his rough hand smoothed over the expanse of your smaller back, the soft skin a contrast to the deep bite marks on your shoulders, and he couldn’t help but gently slide the blanket just a little lower exposing the globes of your ass and the bruises that decorated them.

“fuck,” the rasp in his voice does little to stir you, even when he massages the fat of your ass, almost like they were fucking magnets with how often he needs have his hands on them. he bends down to kiss the dip, trailing his wet lips up your spine. he doesn’t care that he’s practically pressing his heavy weight against your back, his morning wood doing little to ease up when he’s waking up to literal sin in his bed—

“fucking shit sukunaaa!! we’re gonna fucking ditch you if you don’t come down!! and we’re not covering your ass with coach again!!!!”

gojo’s screeching was the only thing that was able to make you stir.

“he’s so loud,” you groan into the pillow. but it was easy to hum right after when your consciousness recognizes the warm weight pressing against your naked back.

“you have anything this weekend?” sukuna mutters into your shoulder, hand still groping and kneading your body like a touch starved perv. “we got monday off too.”

“was gonna study with shoko later today,” you yawn, eyes still heavy with sleep as you try to stay awake. “and then more studying tomorrow and monday.”

he hums, rocking his hard bulge against your ass, his warm breath fans against your shoulder. “you think i can slip it in real quick?” the question was so low, he wasn’t even asking you really, it was more posed to himself. and it made it worse when his hand ventured between your legs, chest burning when your arousal easily coats his fingers. “shit.” he flushes, “you’re always wet.”

and maybe it was worth running ten more laps on the field for being five minutes late. because it was worth sinking his aching cock into your warm cunt. head falling forward as a shiver runs down his spine as you clench unintentionally around him, hugging the pillow under you, arching just a tad but letting him unintentionally sink deeper.

“god you’re so warm,” he chokes, raspy and strangled, arms keeping his bigger muscular frame up as he pistons his engorged cock in your tight hole, veins straining on his forearms and biceps flexing and jaw tight letting his grunts fill the room, fuck he wanted to flip you over and fold you in half, but their wasn’t any time. “shit—haah ah sorry babe—“ his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy, his groans just a bit more pathetic.

and you just pant softly, tired, “s’okay,” you sigh, whining just a bit when he stubbornly wraps a hand under you, fingers easily finding your clit as he rubs quick circles on your bud, refusing to let himself cum if you don’t. and luckily when your body jerks and a pitched whine leaves your lips, he knows it’s still sensitive and puffy from his abuse of it last night. and luckily for him, it didn’t take too long for you to reach your quick orgasm with him. and he’s more sensitive in the mornings — at least that’s what he likes to say because he always cums much faster. but you never mind.

and he’s panting like he ran a marathon, breath fanning hot against your nape as his heavy weight presses against your back, and your eyes are growing heavy again, but then another shout from gojo has him groaning and rolling off you.

“you gonna come back after?” you sigh, cheeks a healthy flush from the quick orgasm and the filled pussy.

and he’s wiping his dick fast, not having time for his morning shower. you’re laying on your side, hugging his blanket close to your chest eyeing him as he scrambles to get ready.

“uh—“ his crimson eyes scan the floor, before grabbing a pair of boxers and slipping them on, “ya, I have a paper due tonight that I gotta finish, but—“ he slips his jersey and shorts on before grabbing his keys and wallet and tossing them all in his duffle bag. “if you’re still here,” he grabs his phone from the nightstand beside you. “I’ll pay you back for this,” he says, leaning over to capture your lips. and it’s casual, having done it so many times, hand squeezing your waist as you suck his bottom lip, humming when his tongue pushes into your lips momentarily.

and you hum, smiling lazily when he pulls away, eyes still heavy with sleep when he pets your head.

“cya.”

and those were his final words before disappearing. and yes he should blame himself and not his dipshit annoying ass coach for not telling him, and keeping him longer after practice for being late.

because afterwards coach toji was walking over, lazily flipping through his clipboard and scratching his unkept morning scruff that he didn’t bother to shave and muttered very simply. “so who’d you leave the kids with?”

sukuna’s body tenses.

eyes snapping up.

“what?”

toji glances down, brow raised, and the lightbulb is already going off in sukuna’s head because he’s bolting back to the frat house now.

curses spewing from his mouth until he reaches the front door, slamming it open making the whole house shake. and of course the sight he found was one he’d never expect to ever see.

you’re sitting in the living room, all smiles and laughter as his youngest brother is showing you something on his brother’s phone.

and surprisingly, his moody high school brother is just watching you both, even occasionally cutting the younger one off to add his own thoughts on this very serious topic you’re discussing with them.

“oh! ryoo!!” the little boy noticing him first.

“yuuji,” sukuna is greeted immediately by his eleven year old brother jumping on him. slightly taken aback, but keeping his balance, sukuna holds him up as he walks further in, “cho,” his hand falls on his sixteen year old brother’s head, who hums casually in reply.

then his eyes flick to you. and he studies you for a moment, scanning your laid back figure, you were wearing your jeans from yesterday, along with one of his clean sweaters, hair tied up and surprisingly tidy. and he mutters your name, expecting you to be awkward about his brothers, uncomfortable even, but instead you lift your hand in a casual manner, and not at all phased by the events of this morning as much as he is, and greet him.

“how was practice?” you even add.

and now he’s trying to piece together what he’s missed.

“mr. toji said you’d be late to practice again and that we can come over before you leave! oh megumi came too—“

a vein pulses out of sukuna’s temple.

“toji dropped you guys here?” sukuna’s jaw is locked, clearly seething even more. so it is that asshole’s fault.

“ohhhhhh megumi cmon! you can’t tell me that’s not cool. i have all the special edition Pokémon cards,” gojo’s loud obnoxious voice fills the house as he gloats and laughs behind a sulking eleven year old boy who’s trying to escape him.

“you showed me last time, it’s not cool if you brag ‘bout it like a baby,” megumi rolls his eyes.

and gojo snickers, like the immature adult he is. “you’re just jealous.”

megumi’s face immediately scrunches up, “am not!”

and gojo breaks into a loud laugh, the two at the bottom of the stairs as sukuna glares at the white haired man. “did you know they were coming?”

gojo looks up, “nah they were inside when i got here. i did hear coach mentioning it during practice though.”

now sukuna is even more irritated. and you’re glancing between him, and the boys, smiling casually as you decide to intrude, just a bit.

“I’m totally free right now, you can go shower, it’s all good,” and though the way you said it made it feel more casual, the words definitely meant more. at least to the grumpy tattooed man.

and sukuna pauses, lips parting momentarily in silent disbelief, until he finally racks a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. “they’re not babies, they can wait here—“

“we’re talking about human earthworm! just go shower man!” yuuji barks, and choso is stifling a laugh as he glances at his older brother’s irked expression and you laugh too, as does megumi, who’s made his way over to escape gojo.

and most people would think meeting someone’s family is a big deal, so why the fuck did you not? and those were the thoughts that swarmed his head in the shower. agitation growing at your lax attitude and how easily you’re speaking to his younger brothers and even yuuji’s moody best friend was comfortable enough to escape gojo, who he’s known longer, and go to you.

you weren’t a stranger (obviously), you did know about his brothers, having spoken about them in passing or whenever they’d text, or telling you he can’t come over sometimes because they were visiting. but you also talked about your older sister just as much, and hell if she ever barged into your place unexpectedly and the only person waiting for her was him, he sure as shit wouldn’t be so laid back.

or would he?

fuck!

what made things worse is how his brothers liked you. you spent the day with them, considering sukuna had to finish his paper and gojo was off tutoring a few freshmen for extra cash since his parents cut him off for the semester. you really were the only one he could trust to entertain them.

and you didn’t mind one bit.

yuuji was beyond talkative, his personality a ball of unhinged sunshine, and megumi was so quick to get angry it was funny seeing choso pull him back whenever gojo made sly comments when you sat with them in the courtyard and gojo happened to be passing by. purposely rage baiting him.

choso was pretty laid back, his black band tee and ripped baggy jeans a sign of his teenage phase, but his personality was quite soft. even when he talked about the band him and his friends started. but it really came out with how surprisingly patient he’s with yuuji. but there’s always a limit — especially when yuuji accidentally trips slamming into his older brother for the nth time playing tag with megumi and causing choso’s ice cream to snack his face before falling onto his jeans.

yuuji cringes scrambling to his feet because choso was visibly shaking, before blasting into heated flames—“YUUJI!”

and yuuji is screaming as choso chases him around the courtyard, and you’re not bothered by the other students staring at these obnoxious boys, even giggling. megumi however is cringing, shaking his head, as if he’s the mature one as you laugh, defusing the situation as best you can,

and maybe it shouldn’t be a big deal that by the time sukuna finishes his shitty paper, it’s almost midnight, and toji had already came to pick up his son, and you were back at the frat passed out on the couch with yuuji sleeping against you, and choso beside him wide awake still watching the horror movie he decided on after yuuji watched Human Earthworm 3 for the millionth time.

sukuna hates the twist in his gut at the scene in front of him. hates it even more when choso blinks up at him, looking at him skeptically.

“you good?”

and sukuna rubs his face, playing it off as exhaustion, but hums.

“sorry I forgot you guys were coming this weekend,” and sukuna feels guilty, even more so knowing he barely hung out with them today.

choso shrugs, “s’ fine, today was chill and you’re free tomorrow and monday, right?”

sukuna hums and choso smiles, calm and soft.

and maybe it was fine carrying yuuji up to his room, laying him on his bed as choso drags out the air mattress from gojo’s room to sukuna’s. letting his brothers settle in as he goes back downstairs.

his eyes fall on you, still fast asleep, as always, plopping himself beside you. and he’s pissed off, more than he’d like to admit, even when you hum all tired and cute, big adorable lashes blinking gently at him as he touches your chin. and you’re stirring now, just like you did this morning when he’d touch you.

you yawn, noticing yuuji and choso weren’t beside you anymore. “your brothers—“

“upstairs, sleeping.”

you hum, settling back on the coach for a moment, still tired, but waking yourself up. “i should head home then.” you yawn.

and his jaw tightens when you begin sitting up, and stretching your arms above your head as you stand. his eyes following you as you grab your bag beside the couch when he interrupts.

“that’s it?”

your brow quirks, glancing back at him. “what d’you mean?”

and his tongue licks over his teeth, debating his own raging thoughts as he meets your confused expression with an irritated one. your soft lips part momentarily, making him glance down at them and you notice, but nothing comes out, so he just rubs his eyes.

“I’ll call you an uber.”

and it was useless, but you do it everytime, shaking your head, muttering out, “it’s a waste, it’s just a twenty minute bus ride, i can still catch it or the subway—“

“y’r not taking the fucking train at night!” he snaps. and he doesn’t mean too, especially when your eyes widen in surprise. and a beat of silence follows…

“ryo?” and he hates the way your voice is calm and controlled, concern filling your eyes. “you okay?”

and it was easy for the words “no,” to slip out. but it was much harder when your adorable pretty gorgeous face frowns, and your beautiful hypnotic eyes flicker with a curtain of worry, and worse, the way his insides twist into even more knots knowing the way you’re looking at him is making him feel something he can’t explain, especially when you ask.

“what’s wrong?”

because now he’s fucking frozen.

lips tight, body tense, and eyes dark.

and you’re waiting for an explanation, ignoring the way your heart is practically hammering against your chest. watching him sat back on the couch, manspread, and frozen, head falling back on the cushion, biceps flexing as he covers his face with his hands and groans. loud.

you swallow the lump, biting your cheek and a mixture of confusing emotions you continue to push down trying to claw its way up. especially when his shoulders settle and his arms drop to his lap and his hand stretches out for you.

and you should ask him what’s wrong, again, but instead, you step up placing your hand in his, letting him tug you on his lap. hand locking on your neck, kissing you.

it’s possessive. needy. and you hum, surprised. and he controls himself, ignoring the heat stirring inside him. controlling his hips from bucking up. because you always cause his body to react so pathetically to you.

“thanks for staying with them,” he mutters, hot breath fanning against your lips. “it won’t happen again.”

and maybe if he didn’t call you the next day because yuuji wanted to invite you to the movies with them, you would’ve thought more about what he meant by that. and maybe subconsciously you were still thinking about his words, and if it was a minor jab, something to stop you both from crossing a line. especially when he thanked you again for coming out with them after the movie.

“it’s seriously not a problem,” you gently brush off, because it wasn’t. “your brothers are funny, and my weekend is literally just a bunch of studying anyways, so this was a nice little break,” you smile.

and he hates how his chest tightens again, because sure gojo and geto tag along with him all the time when his brothers visit. that’s what friends do, they hang out with their friends siblings.

but with you…it made him feel different.

especially when yuuji was tugging on your sleeve for nth time, and you wouldn’t even get annoyed, but just laugh instead, calmly holding his hand letting him lead you properly—

“gojo was saying you guys are dating now,” choso’s voice immediately stuns the eldest brother. his eyes whipping over to the sixteen year old, not even realizing that choso caught him staring at you for awhile as they walked behind you and yuuji.

but sukuna just scoffs, “gojo’s a fuckin’ idiot. she’s just a friend.”

“well I’m not an idiot,” choso casually shrugs. the two of them a few feet behind you and yuuji. “i don’t think friends sleep in each others bed, naked.”

sukuna’s eyes widen.

“fuck are you talking about?” and his voice is low and scary, almost at a loss for what his brother just said. and to anyone else that’d scare the shit out of them, but for choso who’s used to sukuna’s scary threats, just rolls his eyes.

“yesterday we went up to your room, but she,” choso hums to you, “was sleeping in your bed…naked.”

sukuna’s cheeks overheat with embarrassment and anger because it’s his fault for not remembering his brothers were coming over and letting you sleep, “was yuuji—“

“he was behind me, he didn’t see anything, and she was under the blanket anyways so i barely saw anything, but I’m also not stupid. I’m sixteen,” choso eyes his brother, studying his reaction.

especially when the brute just rolls his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets. “you don’t know shit—“

“I do!” choso huffs.

sukuna scoffs again, “no you don’t, or you’d know that you can still be friends even while doing that.”

and now choso’s cheeks are pink, and he’s frowning, but still manages to mutter, “well gojo was saying it was more than just sex.”

sukuna’s jaw tenses.

“he was saying how you only answer her super fast. and you guys are always together, and you’re always sleeping at her place—“

“cho,” sukuna’s tone immediately shuts his brother up. and choso just frowns stuffing his hands deep in his pockets rolling his eyes, again.

“i don’t know why you’re actin’ like a dick, man. she’s nice and clearly you fucking like hanging out with her,” choso rambles pissed off why his brother was suddenly being an ass to him. “you never tell me anything anymore.”

“because there isn’t shit to tell,” sukuna snaps again and choso rolls his eyes even more dramatic. “and stop cursing, gramps keeps texting me shit about it.” and choso just grumbles that’s he’s literally sixteen and Sukuna doesn’t have a response to that, only scoffing when choso mutters again.

but his attention’s momentarily taken away when yuuji starts jumping in front of you and you’re still laughing because nothing bothered you, did it? even going out with his brothers. “it’s complicated,” sukuna mutters.

“clearly.”

sukuna frowns. because before it was never ‘complicated’. gojo and geto pointing out shit and he’d easily just say it’s only sex with you, but the interrogation his brother is unintentionally putting him through was leaving him with that annoying feeling he’s been ignoring.

and choso is rolling his eyes again when sukuna tells him to shut up about it, because to him it looked like more than friends, especially with the way you talked about his brother yesterday.

after accidentally barging into his brother’s room and seeing an unfamiliar girl sleeping in his bed, naked back on display, choso immediately blew a fuse, red faced and hot, stuttering as he stumbled out, pushing yuuji and megumi back. and of course he was expecting when he knocked again, for you to run out of the house when he said that he’s sukuna’s younger brother and was asking where he was.

but instead, you were up in seconds, tossing your clothes on, before swinging the door open. your eyes wide and cheeks a cute pretty flush, that choso was so easily star struck, cheeks bright pink.

“you’re choso and yuuji?”

and though choso wasn’t fully convinced at first, you quickly showered and came out more put together and even prettier than before. and you were all smiles and casual laughter as you explained to the boys that sukuna and the others were at practice. and instead of ditching them, you made them breakfast, and introduced yourself. and choso muttered about remembering you, since sukuna’s mentioned you a few times before.

and like choso likes to say, he isn’t stupid. because you smiled just a little more bashful at that admission. and yuuji goes on a rant about how much he hates school and how hard math is, and megumi is grumbling about how irritating the kids in the older grades are and how stuck up they are. and you’re laughing, enlightening them about how middle school sucks, but it gets fun later on.

“school is never gonna be fun!” yuuji cries.

“college is fun though,” you note and yuuji frowns.

“that’ll be like in a gillion years later, bro,” he deadpans. and you choke on your water laughing.

“woahh,” you wipe your chin, “I’m not a gillion years old and ryo isn’t.”

choso pauses, eyes widening. “ryo?”

your attention is momentarily taken from yuuji to the other brother. “ya, your brother,” and you’re so casual about it that it makes choso blush. no one ever calls his brother ryo except for him, yuuji, and megumi, and toji but even when he says it sukuna grumbles for him to stop. but you were saying it so casually which means it’s what you call him normally and he lets you.

and even later when you’re talking about how sukuna always talks about them without even realizing it. “I don’t even think he knows about often he does it,” you laugh lightly, and yuuji is beaming, but choso is just a little more intuitive. and his questions are subtle, casually asking about his brother and school and practice and you surprisingly answer all of it without batting an eye.

so maybe that’s why he’s annoyed when his older brother denies your relationship. was he embarrassed? did he not want him and yuuji to know yet because they walked in on you? but it was so obvious.

“you’re dumb,” choso mutters.

sukuna’s face twists in irritation, annoyance rising.

but it doesn’t matter, by the time you get to the park you’re saying your goodbyes, sukuna holding yuuji’s collar before he goes rabid again that you’re leaving. and you’re laughing, ruffling the kids hair apologizing.

“you hate studying though, you said that yesterdaaaay,” yuuji whines.

“doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” you laugh, “bye choso,” you wave. and sukuna ignores the knowing look choso shoots him when you say your goodbyes to the final brother but with a softer tone before leaving.

and even though you studied for the rest of the day and into the monday holiday, choso didn’t stop mentioning you around his brother, especially how yuuji would perk up and go on rants about you to sukuna and he felt like his head was going to explode. and worse when gojo and geto would join in, cackling, and talk behind his back about how sukuna definitely has a soft spot for you and that he’s a dumbass for complicating it, and choso wants them to elaborate, but the boys keep it as pg-13 as possible.

even though, he’s back at your place after dropping his brothers back off at gramps.

he doesn’t utter a word about anything his brothers or friends have been saying this whole weekend, even when he’s deep inside you, grunting in your ear, fucking you roughly into the mattress, hand holding both your wrists above your head.

your head is thrown back, whining in pleasure, dewy eyes pleading up at his as you feel another orgasm coming close.

“r-ryo-i c-ha-i can’t—“ your lips wet and bitten as he continues his sharp unrelenting thrusts, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. and you’re arching, eyes rolling, drool slipping as you cry, climax crashing into you.

“fuck—missed this pussy,” his thrusts are mean, almost punishing when he flips you over, not bothering to give you a break as he slams back into your small frame from behind.

your loud cry pierces the bedroom as he picks up the pace again, rough hand pressing into your lower back forcing you into dangerously cock aching arch, legs spreading as he watches his pulsing cock stretch you open with each thrust.

“ryo!” you’re crying now, clawing at the sheets lips wet and desperate as you moan.

“keep crying—angh—yaa, fucking turning me on,” he growls, canines on full display. he purposely plays with your clit, your body jerking and clenching up. mattress soaking up your tears, as he laughs like the fucking sadist he is. “that’s my crybaby, hahah—pathetic brat.”

and you’re completely dumb now, babbling his name like a prayer as he fucks his swollen tip against your sensitive cervix. his chest flushed, a layer of sweat sliding down his back and forehead. “all you can do…is ngh take this dick—ya?” his grunts get huskier, especially when you’re trying to escape his mean thrusts. “ah-shit—stay put,” he grunts grip tight on your waist as he plants a foot on the bed, giving your stinging ass a sharp slap.

“ahh! s’too much ryo,angh too much too much— p-please,” you’re crying, and moaning, big doey eyes trying to blink the tears away and he’s just laughing behind you. head thrown back in ecstasy at how delicious your cunt is squeezing him.

“you can take it,” he grunts, followed by his own throaty moan. “you always take me like a good slut,” he pants, mind getting all fuzzy with pleasure that he continues babbling, “hangin’ out with my brothers,” he pants, “acting like little miss perfect,” he almost snarls, his emotions raging in the heat of the moment.

his girthy cock almost grows at his own memories of you and his brothers. fuck you were so good to them, so sweet and kind, and now you’re naked and crying under him, just like always, and he’s fucking confused why it’s pissing him off. your body memorizing his, every shift and every touch has you shivering and whining.

“angh fuck are y’cumming again, babe—christ,” he chokes, groaning in sweet delight, “I’m breaking you so fucking good,” and he’s relishing in the vice grip you have on him as you cum with a strangled whine, feeling every ridge and pulsing vein of his cock closing against your walls, fisting the blanket. and the embarrassing loud squelching filled the air.

and he’s edging himself closer, biting his lip hard, brusising your ass with more sharp slaps, making you gasp, completely out of breath especially when you feel a surprising sensation unravel, and your eyes shut in shock as you splash him.

“shiit!” he groans loud, “fuck you haven’t squirted in so long—angh!” and he slams himself back in, you can practically feel him in your in your chest knocking the wind out of you.

“fuck fuck fuck—!”

and he’s curling over, hitting his orgasm a bit too rough because you’re knocked forward, feeling his load fill you up in seconds. “angh shit—“ he swears in shaky surprise, stomach twisting as another load follows after and he’s filling you up more than usual, and you’re shivering, panting harshly into the pillow. cheeks dewy with spit and tears, as he’s shaking above you.

his pubes a mess as he slowly pulls out watching his hefty cock slide out, cum sticking everywhere, and his lips parting in awe.

“fuck,” he’s pulling your ass apart, biting back a groan at the mess and his cheeks are flushed, embarrassed how much he came, but he still keels over, tongue dragging up your spine like the dirty perv he is, your sweat collecting on his tongue and he hums at the similar situation just a few days ago, as you’re still sniffling into the sheets, body shaking. “was I too rough?” he mutters, body pressed against your back feeling you up. chest still racing at the mind blowing orgasm.

and you just press your cheek further into the pillow, eyes all big and doting up. “were you upset?”

and that takes him aback.

“what d’y mean? we always fuck like this,” his brows crease sliding off and sitting beside you, arm keeping himself up as he pets your head.

“little miss perfect,” you repeat his words. and he makes a face, because he knows exactly what you mean. “sounded like an insult.”

and he just frowns, looking away in annoyance, “I call you a slut and a fucking bitch all the time in bed, doesn’t mean shit,” he defends.

your lips part in mild annoyance, but more hurt, “did you have a problem with me seeing your brothers or something?”

his throat goes dry. and you notice his body stiffening and his hand freezing on your spine where he’d been caressing you. and you hate to admit the slight tightening in your chest as you wait for his response. and you also can’t help the way your teeth sink into your cheek with anticipation.

“ryo,” you hate the way your voice is slightly shaky, hesitant and he hates how it sounds too. “you can tell me…”

but he just sits back on his arms, sweaty chest rising and falling as he collects his thoughts, head back and eyes shut tight, all the emotions flooding through his body and mind, the ones he’s been avoiding all weekend.

“choso and yuuji like you…and gumi.”

“and you?”

sukuna bites down, jaw tight, and you’re even more anxious now. “and you, ryo?” you repeat again. and it was wrong of you to do that, he thinks. putting him on the spot when neither of you have actually addressed what this situation has turned into.

“i like…that they like you.”

and the conversation should end now. but you don’t let up. instead you struggle slightly to sit up, body sore as you hug the throw blanket against your chest, eyes avoiding his, but he watches you collect yourself.

“but you didn’t like that i met them,” you restate your previous question as a statement and that sets him off.

“did i fucking say that?” he snaps, aggressive.

“you don’t have too,” you mutter, “it’s being heavily implied.”

“the fuck? i don’t have a problem with shit, so stop starting things up!”

“whatever,” you huff. “you’re the one acting like a fucking dick, because you don’t say anything.”

“says you! I’m sorry I can’t be casual about every fucking thing—“

“you are though!” you cover your face in exasperation. and his brows knit, headache growing.

“I didn’t have a problem with you meeting them,” he states, and that was the truth. and he hates it even more that he doesn’t have a problem with it. “i was just expecting… a different fuckin’ reaction from you.” he admits, and you’re looking up. eyes drawn, disappointed.

“how do you mean?” your heart is hammering cheeks flushing. “i liked them, they were sweet and it was nice hanging out with them….” your lips part. “how did you want me to react?”

and now he’s looking you over, chest warm and ears turning a bright red, “I don’t know.” he mutters. and you cant fully grasp why your own cheeks burn or why he’s glancing away embarrassed.

“gotta piss,” he mutters sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. his ears remain red, but the flush goes down his chest as he sits with the awkwardness. his eyes squeeze shut as he groans, head tilted back as his head swarms with different thoughts because that’s what happens when you piss, you start thinking about everything,

and his mind once again gravitates to gojo’s comments about him to choso earlier today.

“i doubt he’s gone more than three days without sleeping with her. and I actually mean just sleeping. he practically lives at her place,” gojo explains over cereal and choso’s brows are knit together.

“so they are dating? that’s what people that date do, right?” choso’s innocent sixteen year old brain tries to grapple with his brother’s situation.

and gojo just snorts over his cereal, shrugging his shoulders. “fuck if i know.”

because sukuna’s eyes drift over to the sink, eyeing the toothbrush you rummaged for him after he started sleeping over more often. and it was so casual brushing his teeth here now, that his cheeks burn even hotter. he should go back to frat now.

and yet when he steps back out into your bedroom and you’re blinking slowly trying to stay awake as you yawn lazily, clearly waiting for him after he disappeared, he felt his breath catch. you looked like a poor kitten that was fighting sleep, and worse you were lazily trying to clean yourself up.

you were unbelievable. with a defeated sigh he comes over with a warm towel. and he’s careful holding your legs apart, the redness making him flush, and the bruises starting to color again, had him patting himself on the back as he always does when he sees the marks blossoming your soft skin after fucking you. it was sick, really, but doesn’t that just prove it’s about sex? but he purposely ignores the fact that enjoys how submissive you get afterwards, letting him touch you all nice and caring and cleaning you up.

“are you feeling okay?” he mutters, clearly talking about his previous worries about if he was too rough or not and you hum.

“ya,” you yawn, “felt good,” you smile tired, and he hates how his chest gets hot at your answer. and he should go home, tossing the towel back in the hamper and turning back to you, mouth opening—

“I should—“ go home, dies on his lips when you snuggle under the warm blankets, leaving an obvious space for him beside you, because it was so natural.

so natural that he shrugs off gojo’s annoying ass comments he’d overheard and the complicated conversation he doesn’t wanna have with you, to just snuggle under the covers with you.

and you’re so tired, body aching that you just hum when he presses himself behind you, spooning you close to his chest, breath fanning against your nape, inhaling your scent like a drug, that it lulls him to sleep.

[a/n] — yup this was longer than intended….ahhh it’s so much fun writing them, lowkey getting distracted with all these short fics to write the one shot…i love choso and yuuji core

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➷ cockwarming fratboy sukuna for the first time [fwb]

[18+] mdni. nsfw. piv. raw. cockwarming. spit. crying.

crybaby: u up? [1:17am]

sukuna’s eyes squint at the bright text that appears on his phone. swiping out of twitter to redirect him to his messages.

dumbass: ya [1:17am]

dumbass: need dick? 🫩 [1:18am]

sukuna waits patiently for the text, already sitting up and grabbing his hoodie from the floor. his movements groggy, rubbing his eyes as he slides his wallet and keys into the pockets of his sweats before his phone buzzes again.

crybaby: its not too late? [1:21am]

sukuna scoffs under his breath. stifling a yawn as he lazily replies with one hand, and starts out of his room.

dumbass: be there in 20 [1:21am]

dumbass: dont fall asleep like last time i need u to open the door [1:21am]

your reply comes with hearting his messages. shutting his phone off as he heads downstairs. unfortunately for him, a few of his frat brothers were up. and it was the worst two.

geto glances behind gojo noticing sukuna coming down the steps, his brow quirks as he looks at the time. gojo whips around, knowing smirk tugging on his lips.

“you know this thing between you guys is supposed to be convenient, not inconvenient,” gojo points with a stupid grin as geto stifles a snort.

sukuna flips them off, pulling his hoodie over his head, eyes laced with sleep. but gojo persists, turning to lean over the back of the couch, the tv still playing a stupid movie they were up watching.

“you know you can say no, that is a consenting word for both women and men,” gojo continues nagging.

“do you ever shut the fuck up? how do you know I’m not the one asking to come over, dipshit?” sukuna barks, tired of their consistent nagging. that’s when geto decides to unwelcomely join in.

“because you said and I quote— i fuckin’ hate going outta my way for pussy —and quote.” geto’s words hang heavy in the air, and the only rebuttal came a few long seconds later when sukuna scoffs loud, muttering for them to stay the fuck outta f’his business before slamming the front door shut behind him.

snickering to themselves, gojo and geto roll their eyes at their knowingly oblivious friend.

but luckily, that short conversation with dumb and dumber didn’t set sukuna back from arriving at your apartment on time. and just a quick knock had you opening the door, face laced with just as much exhaustion as his as you allowed him inside. he shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off as he followed you into your small cozy living room. the tv still playing some show and a bunch of blankets stacked messily on the couch where you’d been sitting.

he’d never admit it out loud, but he loved your tiny apartment. it didn’t smell bad like his frat, and you had cute trinkets and decorations everywhere which made it feel so warm and lived in. and the best part is that you lived alone which meant the entire place smelled like you.

“you want some water?” you yawn, going to your fridge. his brow slightly raised, gaze swiping over your state.

“sure,” he mutters, voice groggier than when he left the house. he yawns again, leaning against the small column between your little kitchen and living room, hands deep in his pocket as he watches you with a tired expression. something was definitely wrong, he thinks. but you stayed silent, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pulling out the brita and pouring him a cup in your oversized long sleeved shirt —wait that may be one of his— and pajama shorts. your fluffy sock covered feet padded gently back to him, passing him the glass as you stifle another yawn.

the apartment is quiet, aside from the tv. he downs the drink in a few gulps, when you decide to gently press yourself against him. burying your face in his chest, humming to yourself as his warmth and scent envelop you.

his hand falls atop of your head, petting you, as he exhales along with your shaky one. “are you tired?” you mutter, glancing up at him, and he can already see your glossy eyes reflected off the light.

he ignores the twist in his gut, clicking his tongue. he discards the glass on the counter before bending down to lift you up. your arms and legs immediately lock around him, as his hand holds your jaw, lips finding yours easily.

he hums, tired and satisfied as your lips move against his lazy, and needy, an invisible string tugging at his chest whenever you pull off with soft sighs before pecking his lips again, catching your breath. he falls back on your comfy couch, practically sinking into it, hands gliding against the bare skin of your thighs as you continue making out. the movie had finished as the apartment now only filled with sounds of your lips smacking against one another.

your chest was pressed close to his, arms locked around his shoulders. and his eyes closed, exhaustion so heavy on his shoulders he can’t help the satisfied hums he lets out when you take charge.

“were you about to sleep when I texted?” you whisper against his lips, keeping your voice soft.

and he just hums low and deep. dark lashes kissing the tattoos on his cheek before opening his eyes again to catch your soft unreadable expression. his hand gives your thigh another lazy squeeze.

“ma i—,” he stifles another yawn. “i think i can just go one round,” he admits, eyes laced with sleep.

and you feel bad. your hand caressing his cheek, gaze downcast as you trace his lips, “i’ll do the work.” you whisper softly against his lips. “i asked you to come.”

his crimson eyes try to gage your reaction, but you’re pretty neutral. “s fine,” he hums, but you shake your head, pushing him to stay on the couch as you climb off gently.

his breath is even, biting his cheek as he watches you push yours shorts down your soft thighs. eyes sweeping over your figure noting the slick collecting between your puffy folds.

“you’re so hot,” his compliment had you humming, practically used to it, as you climb back on his lap. “you don’t need any stretching?”

his veiny fingers dance between your thighs, ghosting over your warm cunt ready to plunge two fingers in. but you just shake your head tugging his waistband. “m’ good—“

“you always cry,” he deadpans.

“I don’t.”

“you do,” he snorts when you narrow your eyes at him. “pleasee s’ too big ryo-ryo—ahh!” he mocks your moans.

your cheeks catch aflame, swatting his shoulder, “I don’t sound like that,” you huff.

sukuna just licks his teeth in reply, shrugging. “sounds like that to me, maybe just a tad more pathetic,” he adds, and you can only frown, blush easily giving you away. but he he pulls his hoodie off and lifts his hips up and pushing his sweats just a little past his toned hips freeing his growing erection. “don’t start crying.”

“I won’t.”

your hands press into his shoulders, lifting yourself up as he swipes his tip through your folds teasing you as he collects your wetness and using it to lube his heavy cock. his cock stiffens more, the weight never fails to make you drip and it never fails to make his chest flush.

“you naturally wet for me?”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush that spreads across your cheeks. “shut up.”

and he laughs, light and easy, before pushing his engorged tip inside your tight crevice. your jaw falls agape easily, lips parted perfectly as his muscles strain. “always so-fuckin tight, ma,” a throaty groan slips out, humming as your cunt hugs him like a warm blanket.

your lips part again, sighing as you ride his fat tip lazily, moaning so gently when more of his thick girth would push inside, stretching you in that comforting way that makes you feel like he’s apart of you. his hand lazily holds your ass, grunting with each bounce. your lips kiss his ear, as soft gentle sighs of pleasure escape sending immediate shivers down his spine.

“ryo…” you softly moan, “tha-haah—thank you for…coming.”

your words hang heavy in the air. accompanied by your hiccuped moans.

and his eyes widen.

then his cheeks burn. heart hammering loud against his chest, all unbeknownst to you as you continue moaning with each grind and bounce of his cock. the squelching of his cock kissing your cervix and mixing your insides had you spinning. you loved his dick, you loved how big it was inside, you loved his big body holding you as you rode him.

“fuck, tell me how much more you love my dick,” he snorts between pants.

and you’re not even embarrassed that you’d said that all out loud, because you were tired, and the only thing the could ease your nerves and put you to sleep was this man and his huge fucking dick.

“angh—feels good—haah,” your pants grow needier along with your hips, the claps of your ass coming back down on his thigh had his head falling back, eyes shut in pleasure and jaw locked as he moans your name low and deep. you hum against his ear, as he squeezes your ass like he always does, kneading the flesh in his calloused palms before lifting you up just slightly and snapping his hips up with a sharp thrust.

your eyes bulge, crying out. “ryo!”

“s’okay, keeping riding my dick,” sukuna grunts, body and cheeks hot as sweat trickles down his forehead.

but you’re trembling, and squeak out a muttered rebuttal. “y’r…too big.”

you gasp when he spreads his meaty thighs apart and you feel his cock go deeper, your tummy bulging.

and he snorts, expecting those words to slip out, especially when he sees the way your eyes start to tremble, sweat lightly covering your forehead. “cmon,” he grinds up, clearly lazy and exhausted, “texting me on a fuckin Tuesday night, can’t expect me to fuck ya into the couch.”

you whine, annoying and needy, “I know,” you huff.

“then stop bitching and keep movin’, brat,”

he gives your ass a lazy slap, making you clench up but pick up the the pace a little. still tired, you continue riding him, lips parting with every roll of your hips, especially when he’d give the occasional thrust up, “haah ya, that’s it…just like that,” he grunts, jaw locked, clearly on the edge from exhaustion and your moans earlier.

you hum, grinding your hips down and rubbing your clit against his pubes, your lips part, eyes glossy once again as you stare down at the man, your hand lifting his and placing it under your shirt to cup your boob.

and that was his final straw. his hips buck involuntarily, face scrunched in pleasure releasing a guttural moan shooting his cum deep inside you, the piercing white orgasm practically knocking the wind out of him momentarily, balls tightening up again as you continue grinding a little faster, keeping your hand over his as you snuggle your cheek against his palm.

“fuck, ryo—“

his eyes are hazy as he looks back up at you, blinking away the orgasm, trying his best to thrust up, helping you. but your eyes are shut, quiet moans filling the air as he watches the way a few loose hairs stick to your forehead, and your flushed cheeks and you finally clench up around him and body tensing as the coil deep in your core snaps.

“angh—!”

the cry was soft and high as you shake, cumming around him. his cum oozes out, painting your inner thighs and his as your mixed arousal slides down his balls. a feeling he always relishes in, leaning back on the couch, eyes closed in bliss and exhaustion.

and you’re still panting above him, just as tired, sighing contently slumping on top of him. and your breathing is synced now, neither of you ready to move yet, but when you do, sukuna keeps a tight grip around your waist, arm locked in a hug.

“you’re so warm,” his voiced laced with sleep.

you hum, but try wiggle again, ready to knock out now after calling him instead of taking melatonin like a normal person.

“ryo…I’m tired,” you whine, muscles weak against his lazy grip. especially when his breathing turns even, body heating up as sleep continues dragging him further into the warm cushions.

he grunts in reply, before it cut off by a loud long yawn.

“same,” he finally gets out. “so let’s just stay like this.”

your cheeks burn, momentarily stunned, because this felt…intimate. especially when he lays across the couch lazy and warm, keeping you on top of him and shifting his hips just a bit, sighing loud when you clench around him. “fuck you’re like the perfect blanket,” he mutters, raspy tone joint straight to your cheeks.

and you don’t say anything, keeping your face buried in his shoulder, letting the weight of sleep, and his soft cock nestled deep inside you, take over.

and maybe you made up for the very intimate night when the sun rose, and a sleep deprived sukuna grunts in pleasure, rolling you on your back caging you under him so he can piston his morning wood in your squelching cunt, hitting your cervix a bit to accurately for the morning.

you’re groggy from sleep, whining as he grunts with each sharp thrust, muscles all flexing, pushing your shirt up again to suck your nipples sore. your back arching off the couch, eyes laced with sleep and unshed tears, and your nails decorate his muscular back with new marks.

“you’re so wet, haah—so good,” he continues panting, cheeks flushed, eyeing your pussy spreading everytime he thrusts in, the frothy wet ring sticking to his pubes every time he snaps his hips.

and neither of you talk about him having his flaccid cock in you all night, or how calming it was to have each other so late at night. because it was true, the moment was intimate, you both knew it, and maybe that’s why neither of you could tell your friends.

it’s gotten to the point where you both could already predict what they’re gonna say—gojo and geto would laugh their asses off, proving how your relationship is much more than what he thinks. and shoko and utahime would give you another lecture about how this is gonna blow up in your face if it’s not addressed properly.

but fuck it. seriously.

if you both are okay with it, then what’s the problem?

[a/n] — gonna keep posting little drabbles like this until I finish the one shot😮‍💨

[creamcut]

SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING◞ s ryomen

what's the buzz? sukuna takes care of you after a crazy girl's night out.

before you read mentions of vomit, hangovers, alcohol, implied female reader but no pronouns used

the perks of being absolutely plastered after a night out with the girls? 

well, besides the inevitable hangover from hell, it’s stumbling through the door to find sukuna looking like he’s two seconds away from dragging you back to the club and making you mop the floors for penance.

he’s not mad you went out, not mad you danced like a gremlin, not even mad you texted him a blurry selfie captioned “girels nighttttt” — no, he’s mad because you decided to drink on an empty stomach and then, in your infinite wisdom, mixed cocktails like you were auditioning for a bartending competition. 

rookie mistakes. stupid mistakes. mistakes that make him mutter under his breath like he’s calculating just how many ways he could lecture you without actually sounding worried.

so here you are, in the shower with your clothes still on, feeling like a wet, shivering cat who just got caught knocking over the vase. sukuna’s looming in the doorway, arms crossed, making sure you don’t drown yourself in two inches of lukewarm water.

every time you sway too far to the side, he yanks you upright by the collar with a gruff “watch it,” as if that’ll actually penetrate your alcohol-soaked brain. you try to explain that you’re fiiine, that the water’s “fixing you,” but it comes out in a slurry mess he doesn’t even bother dignifying with a response.

meanwhile, he’s already got a mental checklist running. carpets? rolled up and shoved into a corner so you don’t trip and break your neck. sharp corners? navigated with one hand gripping the back of your shirt like you’re some troublesome toddler.ORS? already measured out in a glass on the counter, which he shoves into your hands with an unimpressed “drink.”

you complain it tastes gross. he tells you to shut up and swallow.

you do, because at this point you know he’ll tip it down your throat himself if you don’t.

and when he finally drags your sorry ass to bed, the man doesn’t even let you crawl under the blankets yourself — you’re flopped down like a sack of laundry, damp hair fanning over the pillow, shoes somehow already removed because he’s that thorough.

you’re out cold in under two minutes. no “goodnight,” no “thanks,” just blissful unconsciousness.

he still pulls the covers up to your chin, tucks them in tight like you’re a burrito he’s too annoyed to admit he cares about, then drops onto the mattress beside you with a sigh that says “never again.”

the next morning, you won’t remember half the details. not the way he hovered when you swayed in the shower, not the muttered curses as he wrung water from your sleeves, not even the way he checked if you were still breathing before finally shutting his eyes.

but you’ll remember the feeling — that bone-deep certainty that, no matter how bad you screw up, he’ll be there to catch you before you hit the floor.

and you’ll also remember to never, ever bring up his softness. not unless you want him to remind you exactly how you looked, soaked and swaying, mumbling about how water “feels like a blanket.”

[spideyyeet]

➷ your very questionable relationship with a very hot fratboy sukuna [fwb]

[18+] — mdni. nsfw. f!reader. angst. piv. ráw. insatiable reader. slight exhibitionism. pda. rough sex. dacryphilia. spanking. spit.

art by @/to00fu

you wouldn’t consider yourself a sex addict. but at the same time, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone on speed dial if you needed that relief.

that’s how it should’ve stayed from the beginning.

but obviously nothing ever goes according to planned. and maybe that’s why you’ve been sleeping at sukuna’s place for longer than you’d like to admit.

“his frat is so much closer than my apartment,” you confess to utahime as she gingerly sips her iced matcha latte.

“so do you have sex between classes then?” she questions, shoko sitting beside her as she lazily scrolls through her phone, eyes glancing up briefly, awaiting your obvious response.

“not all the time,” you mutter.

“so you’re there for what then?” utahime wasn’t trying to come off as pushy, fr. she was just looking out for you, and if that meant asking you the hard questions so you can realize something, then so be it. “because you’re not having sex, even though that’s the point of your relationship with him—“

“he’s also a friend,” you interrupt.

shoko tries to conceal a smirk and utahime raises a brow. “a friend? since when?”

“since…like…the beginning. it is called friends with benefits, not strangers with..uh…yeah,” you mutter, not even believing yourself. “i don’t see why it’s a big deal if i take a nap here and there at his place. it’s not like he’s even there half the time.”

“it’s not a big deal. but it’s also not sex. and it’s also something that—again—isn’t giving your labeled relationship,” utahime points, its silent for a moment, both shoko and utahime see the internal conflict you’re waging inside your head. and still with everything they said, you just give them a lazy sigh.

“it’s fine. you guys are stressin’ me out,” you take a bite from one of shoko’s chips.

“we weren’t trying too,” utahime defends with a frown, clearly frustrated with your laid back behavior to not realize you’re walking a dangerous path right now. but still you give them a shrug, glancing at your phone before standing up.

“i haveta go to class, ill see you guys later.”

it was cycle. you do something with sukuna that doesn’t have to do with sex. you mention it to your best friends. they get inside your head pointing out the flaws in this game you’re playing. you ignore them —too lazy and scared to actually address it. then you have sex with sukuna. and thus the cycle continues.

but this time was different.

maybe this time they did get a little deeper inside your head. is it weird to take naps at his place? is it weird that you’re wearing his t-shirt right now?

your head falls on your laptop.

fuuuuckkk.

“you good?” the deep voice sent immediate shiver down your spines.

sukuna sat on the outdoor table beside your closed laptop. head tilted back letting out the smoke he’d just inhaled.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, resting your cheek on your laptop as you look up at the man that’s causing your headaches at the moment.

sukuna snorts, manspreading on the table, big thighs stretching against the material of his black jeans as he leans back on his tatted arm. the cigarette hangs between his lips as he takes another sharp inhale. you wait patiently for him to smoke, ignoring the brief tingle you feel when his ring clad fingers brush your hair back.

“you seem wound up,” he catches the way your nose scrunches when the smoke hits your face. a low curse slips his lips as he puts the bud out quickly. “sorry,” he mutters.

you just hum, not fully realizing how sweet that was. too in your head about your other actions surrounding this man that you just close your eyes when his hand continues to pet you.

“you’re actin’ like a damn cat,” he snorts, making you hum not caring. and he doesn’t stop either, even when you move to rest your head on his thigh, eyes doting up at him as you scrutinize his expression as if that’ll give you the answers to whether he’s clocking something you’re not seeing.

but even so, you don’t realize how him brushing the stray hairs from your face and caressing your cheek gently with his warm palm, is very intimate. neither of you realizing that the people passing by are thinking you guys are just another couple in the courtyard.

“you have class later?” he changes the subject.

you hum again. still lost in the thought. his thigh was warm under your cheek, or maybe it was the other way around. and he smelled really good.

“you just gonna hum all day?”

you hum, and he rolls his eyes. but nonetheless he continues talking. “you wanna go sleep at my place till your class?”

you freeze.

his brow quirks feeling your body stiffen.

“you wanna fuck?” you mumble up at him.

his brow furrows even more. “thought you were tired.” you don’t respond and that confused him more. “you sure you good?”

“ya…”

but then you sit up, hand brushing up his thigh, before intentionally pressing against his soft cock making him jerk slightly up. his eyes dart, pressing a hand over yours. “i wanna fuck.”

and maybe it was his fault for not questioning your weird behavior because you’re in his frat in minutes, he has you bent over the couch, house empty, as he slams his hips into you, dragging his fat cock through your walls.

yes this is more like it.

just sex.

“fuck you’re actin weird as shit,” he grunts, pushing your shirt up to reveal the dip in your spine, biting his lip as he unclasps your bra, hand coming up to cup and twist your nipples.

“m’ not—haah angh—feels good,” your nails dig into the couch cushion as he picks up the pace, hand coming down on your ass hard. “angh faster! fuck—ryo!”

sukuna swears under his breath, hand pressing into your back making you arch even more, his hand lifts your thigh to rest on the couch as he slides deeper, railing into you. “angh haah ahh-“ your moans we’re slightly louder than usual, it had sukuna even more concerned, but still he drove into you like a bull. knocking the wind out of you with every thrust, his head falling back, hearing the loud squelching fill the room.

even though you were both fully clothed, and in the living room. sukuna would definitely consider this one of messiest sex you’ve had together. maybe because of how desperate you were acting.

“haah you’re fuck—haah fuck slow down,” he grunts, cheeks flushed as you slam back into him, whining, when he’d pull back.

“what the fuck—!” the loud screech had sukuna groaning in annoyance, because appearing from the hallway is non-other than a sleep deprived gojo.

“ahh ryo!—“ you gasp in shock and pleasure, unintentionally clenching him making him buckle.

“seriously! we literally said no fucking on the goddamn couches!!” gojo shrieks, pulling his hair with a flushed face because you weren’t stopping.

“get out!” sukuna grunts, cheek stinging red because you were burying your face in your arms on the couch, moans just as loud and ass still slamming into him, you’ve definitely lost it and he was trying desperately not to stop and make you moody.

“me get out?!??” gojo scoffs loud, irritated. “if you get any cum on the fucking couch you’re paying for a new one!” he cries, storming back to his room and slamming the door loud to get his point across.

“fuck—haah you close—?” sukuna pants, even though this was supposed to be a quickie you were taking longer to get there, almost dragging it out on purpose. “ngh I’m gonna cum—“ he grunts, hand coming in front, rubbing tight quick circles on your clit making you buckle, whining out.

“more,” your nails dig into the cushion, drooling. “ryo!” with a final shaky slam of his hips you finally cum. lips parting into an o. eyes rolling back, as sukuna quickly and finally follows. you whine feeling him fill you up, neither of you clocking that you have class in an hour and hate when he cums inside when you have to go somewhere.

but it just felt so good.

his head falls forward, hands rubbing up and down your sides, before slowly pulling out. he’s careful not to drip, expression twisting when he tucks his wet dick back in his pants just so he can quickly scoop you up.

“don’t have the money for another couch,” he mutterers leading you back to his room. you sigh pulling your clothes off as you lay back on his bed. his brow quirks.

“I’m gonna nap,” you state. yes because this makes sense. you’ve had sex so now your friends can’t say anything.

sukuna shakes his head pulling his shirt off and kicking his jeans to the side, before crashing beside you. and it was natural as he laid on his stomach, pulling you back to his chest, throwing a leg over you, tangling your legs together. his face pressed into your neck, inhaling your fuzzy soft scent, sighing gently as he falls asleep.

and it didn’t matter that you skipped class later. or that you decided to stay the night at his. or that you both watched a movie on his laptop before you rode his cock again just to prove something to your friends again.

sukuna groans, a low rumble deep in his chest. he spreads his legs further apart as you bounce harder, chest heaving and face flushed.

“haah you’re actin’ different,” sukuna comments mid fuck. chest flushed and sweaty, kneading your ass as you lean forward, caging him for better balance.

“h-how?” you manage to respond with a slight clip, but your whiny moan does little to help. you were definitely much louder than usual too. too clarify, he wasn’t upset, he was just concerned.

“fuck—like now,” he grunts, helping you ride his aching nine inch dick, ass slamming down to meet his thighs as your face hovers above his. your cheeks flush and tits practically in his face with every bounce.

“I’m riding your dick, wha—ah haah—what’s weird about that??” you whine, he felt so good. he always does, his muscles flex underneath you, veins popping from his arms as he grips your ass and thrusts sharply up.

you gasp loud, head falling against his shoulder.

“you ovulating?

you only moan, pushing up to ride his cock faster, you meet his own thrusts, thighs sticking to him as your cum collects at his base mixing with his pre. the white frothy ring slides everywhere creating a mess every-time you bounce. your lips kiss his sharp jawline, eyes glossy and face beyond flustered, too consumed by the pleasure to bother responding to him.

“s’it okay for me to cum in ya?” sukuna doesn’t stop his rhythm, but you’re starting to get irritated.

“what? afraid I’ll get angh pregnant?” your words cut right through his nerves, immediately setting him off. “would you even take responsibility?” you mutter the last part, not realizing you’d said it aloud until an irritated sukuna stills.

“fuck is your problem, woman?”

“nothing,” you huff, trying to bounce, but he’s holding you still on his lap. cock pulsing in your belly, pushing into your abdomen as you grind. “ryo,” you whine.

his sharp jaw is tight, thick brows creasing in irritation, scrutinizing your expression as you try to move against his grip on your waist, but it really was no use. his arms flex, tattoos shiny against the layer of sweat over them, chest heaving in sync with yours as you tilt your head back, trying to sit up, but he’s keeping you on him.

“you’re acting like a bitch,” he spits.

you scoff, “I’m tryna fuck and you keep asking me questions throwing me off, your dick isn’t fucking easy to ride you know.” you lie about the first part.

his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “as if you don’t fucking talk my ear off every time we fuck. god forbid i ask a fucking question about why you’ve got the biggest stick up y’r ass and you act like I fucking ate your mom or some shit. I can practically see the fucking stick comin’ out y’r damn throat!”

you frown, deep and annoyed. and he reciprocates it, but his arms lace around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest completely caging you with his arms tight. your arms fall around his shoulders as he spreads his muscular thighs, feet fully planting on the bed, before lifting his hips up with a sharp thrust up. all happening in seconds.

“angh! ryo!— you ch-an’t just—ahh”

“I can’t what? fuck this shitty attitude outta ya? huh? isn’t this what y’ wanted?”

he locks you against his broad chest, hands holding his forearms around your back as he drills into you, your moans pick up again, face pressed into his shoulder, body jolting with every thrust, his cock ruthlessly sliding through your folds hitting your sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy.

the wet claps fill the air once again, along with sukuna’s loud grunts. clearly taking his frustrations out on you. you whine even more, his hairy pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust, making you clench, the knot coiling tighter.

“angh—cumm-cumming ryo—fuck—haa—“ your eyes fill with tears, the white pleasure crashing into you as you cry out, tears and spit staining his neck as you shake. but his rough thrusts don’t stop, his grip on you doesn’t seize, drilling into way past your limit as you squirm. “w-wait ryo—i-can’t!”

but you don’t say the safe word, and sukuna doesn’t release his grip, throaty grunts spilling from his lips, hand pressing against the back of your head grasping your hair and pulling your face up to his. his gaze locking on your lips immediately attacking them.

you whine as his tongue forces itself into your mouth, you’re at his mercy, completely fucked stupid as he grips your ass, squeezing the flesh before cracking a rough hand down. “angh!” your body jerks with a cry as he slap another rough hand down on the same spots.

“fuckin’ haah brat,” he spits, out of breath. squeezing the flesh again.

“ryo—!” you’re shaking above him. body weak as he continues railing into you, his chest heaving, panting as sweat trickles down his flushed face.

“fuck—spit in my mouth,” he groans out, edging himself closer as you shake above him. your hand weak against his jaw as you lift your face away from his for a second before gathering a thick amount in your mouth.

his jaw locks open, tongue hanging out as he pants like a dog, just as fucked out as you, eyes glossy and cheeks stained pink before you let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue. a throaty groan rumbles through his chest, swallowing it, before pulling your face back to his lips, giving you one last measured thrust, fat cock head hitting your cervix as he releases inside you immediately.

the pleasure blinds him, racking through his body as he fills you up with his thick cum. his hips locked into yours as you squirm and tremble on top of him. body falling limp as you feel the swell in your belly. he groans again, even deeper and louder, eyes screwed shut, jaw slightly agape as he gives a few more lazy thrusts up, milking all of his creamy frustrations.

his arm loosens around you, the other brushing the back of your head as you tremble against his shoulder. soft pants fanning against his neck. body absolutely numb.

your chest is stuck to his as he catches his breath.

“you okay?” he huffs out, clearly still irritated.

you hum.

but he still swears under his breath when you tremble when he pulls out, his hand instinctively soothing down your back as he sits up.

“fuck, I’m sore,” you mutter, eyes heavy as sukuna leans back on his arms glancing at you. the bruises on your waist and ass a clear sign of your statement.

it was silent. you knew he was still upset, and you didn’t know why.

you watch silently once he steps out of the bathroom with just a pair of clean sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hand fixing his bulge, before a scratching on his happy trail. his thick brows were still knit together and his expression a clear give away.

“what’s your problem?” you finally blurt.

he glances up, lips drawn tight, body tense, muscles flexing under his tattoos, because you were still at his place, now in his clean sweater and shorts. he didn’t say anything when he cleaned you with a warm towel, or when he gently examined the bruises, hand gentle as he brushed over them knowing they’ll darken a bit more by tomorrow, or when he handed you his clothes to change into.

“you tell me,” he grunts, walking to his phone charging on his desk. purposely ignoring your concerns now, just like you did with him.

“is this about the pregnant comment? i was just like…not there, and didn’t mean it…okay,” you huff, trying to fix what happened. because of course you find a way to fuck up when that’s literally the opposite of what you were trying to do.

“it’s not about that, fuck woman, you’re the one that’s been uptight all day. then you get mad at me for asking what’s wrong. like fuck! blame a man for being fucking concerned, shit,” he rubs his face, annoyingly wound up.

your brows crease even more, but this time your heart is thumping loud against your chest.

even sukuna was growing more and more frustrated because of how weirdly frustrated he was getting. why does he care? fuck!

you’re sitting up on his bed, hands in your lap, trying to sift through your many thoughts, trying to piece this problem together. you fiddle with his sleeves, too anxious to look up at him all angry and heaving.

“i wasn’t tryin’ to come off like that,” you mutter, “i just wanted to take my mind off things….and uh…and i guess it just came out more when we were having sex.” you confess, though concealing parts of it.

“you can just tell me that then. but you kept fucking dismissing me like a fuckin’ idiot which was pissing me off,” he snaps, taking another deep breath when he notices your bowed head. fuck, what’s happening right now?? you never act this weird or anxious, and it was only serving to concern him and he’s getting pissed off for what? fuck this is all getting so confusing!

“sorry,” you mumble, pressing your sleeve covered hands against your cheeks.

sukuna presses a hand to his nose, now he’s got a fucking headache.

“s’ fine,” he mutters. almost regretting the fact that you’re apologizing so meekly now.

….

you bite your cheek. the silence so fucking suffocating.

you glance up at him through your lashes, curious about his reaction. but he’s still rubbing his temple. should you leave? you glance at the blinking clock on his nightstand. 11:48pm.

you can probably catch the last bus home.

“do you need water?”

you jump at the sudden voice. glancing up again, lips parting as he types something on his phone before tossing it back on his desk, full attention on you. his brow quirks at your silence.

your lips part again, and his brows crease in more irritated concerns. “babe,” the name was low, almost threatening in the way that he practically forces your reply immediately.

“i think i should go home.”

his face contorts. “what?”

your throat goes dry. forehead sweating.

“i don’t know! okay!!” you blurt out, catching him off guard, especially when you’re clenching your hands tight.

your brain is scrambling for a coherent thought, but it was all a mess. fuck! your hands slap your face, hard, sukuna winces watching you fall to your side and bury your face in his comforter. “fuckk,” you groan, loud and frustrated, pressing your face even deeper into the mattress. fuck utahime! fuck shoko! you scream internally. this was exactly the mess you did NOT want to fucking address!!!!

“hey.”

your chest tightens as you feel his heavy hand on your back hearing him kneel beside the bed. you remain still, back rising and falling, completely out of breath from your minor crash out, because for the first time you were so fucking unsure of yourself. and him.

“i didn’t say you had to leave,” he struggles to reassure you. brows pinched and nerves wound.

your brain hurts even more hearing him talk right now. fuck! “that’s why i said—“

“i can’t fuckin’ hear you.”

you sigh, turning your face slightly, your mouth no longer covered by the bed as you mutter out again, “that’s why i said i think i should leave.”

and he sighs, loud and frustrated. crimson eyes heavy with exhaustion pressing his forehead on the bed. you bite your cheek watching his bare back rise and fall like a beast controlling himself. his hand had slid to your wrist when you turned, unmoving in his grasp. almost grounding him in a sense.

should you voice your concerns? but there are no concerns! only your friends had one. it’s not even a big deal, seriously who the fuck even cares about labels. and there’s already a label on this! this doesn’t need to be addressed, especially with the headache and confusion it’s causing you and him. you just need to fucking breathe and go off on them.

“it’s late, just stay.”

your fist tightens around the comforter. he lifts his head, your eyes trail over the tattoos that mark his sharp handsome features, watching the way he licks his bottom lip in thought, and his dark eyes darting across your face before meeting your wavering gaze.

you sigh, because there’s that ugly twist in your gut again when he looks at you. the one that’s making you doubt your own brain. you close your eyes again, thoughts a mess. your lips part with a gentle exhale once he caresses your head, fingers gentle as they move your hair back, thumb brushing your cheekbones.

his heart is hammering against his chest. it was unusual. he didn’t know what else to say, or what was getting you so upset, if that’s what you are right now. either way, it was irritating him in an unfamiliar way and he wasn’t sure if the right thing to do was to let you leave. maybe he just didn’t want to think about it too much or else he’ll find himself in that annoying headspace that gojo and geto keep pushing him in when they comment about you, or the way he acts with you—

“i think I’m getting my period soon,” you lie, and you hope he doesn’t know, but even he feels more unsure because he’s playing along knowing your period had already passed, but he hums in mock understanding. because really he doesn’t understand.

“so you’re staying,” he stays it more of a command then a question, even though his eyes hesitantly wait for you to refuse, but luckily you just hum, maybe sleeping through this confusion will make you better.

it wouldn’t get worse if he’s sliding under the covers with you, movements slightly more careful, afraid he might disturb you and cause you to leave. and it wouldn’t get worse if he’s beginning to relax especially when you turn over, sliding closer to him and throwing your leg over his thigh naturally, the way you always do, and lay your head on his shoulder.

or when his calloused palm brushes your back, trailing up to your cheek as you stare up at him. the distant look in your eyes still there as he tries to decipher what you’re thinking. but he’s not a mind reader.

maybe you shouldn’t do this, but you do anyways. your lips peck his jaw, sighing once you trail the kisses up to his swollen lips.

he hums, holding your throat gently, humming at the softness of your lips.

he ignores the way your fists clench around the sleeves of your sweater, or the way your eyes look just a bit more glossy when you pull away. his thumb brushes your jaw, holding you and bringing you back to his lips.

it was like that for some time.

your soft pants mixed with his as you made out. your fingers tickling his shoulder and cheek as he kept his arm around you securely. his hand holding your face leading the kiss, ignoring the fear twisting inside him that you’ll leave. and you were stupidly grateful for the distraction. his lips wet and hot as you sighed again.

“ryo…”

his chest tightened, the soft call of his name sent a flurry of emotions raging through him, his chest felt hot under your touch, his arm had slid to hold your upper thigh resting on his stomach. his grip tightening just a bit, but he hummed, low and deep from his chest. lips still kissing you, begging you to be careful what you say next.

but of course, you’re not a mind reader, and neither is he, because you just press into his firm body more, humming with satisfaction when your lips pull away, spit mixing together as you catch your breath, soft thumb skimming his bottom lip, pulling it down as you admire him. eyes so clearly filled with distance, but a hint of admiration.

“you look pretty.” his complaint fills the quiet space of his bedroom.

unaware of the heartache that it caused you as you smile softly, leaning close to his lips before muttering a gentle, “you tryna make me feel better?”

“is it working?” he smiles, lazy. tired.

you hum, pecking his lips, before your lips part and his tongue slips in, he groans in delight, tasting you on his tongue as the kiss grows messy, neither of you questioning the intimacy of the moment or the way your hearts twist. but simply hanging onto this moment.

still leaning over him gently, kissing him until your eyes start to grow heavy and your lips slow down, and his warm palm caressing your waist under your sweater and you’re gently falling asleep.

both of you again, ignoring the odd feeling left afterwards, but still clinging to one another as the darkness envelops you.

[a/n] — i just wanted to do another short little drabble just to get a better sense of their dynamic, but after writing this i’m def leaning into the one shot now. i don’t think i can commit to like a whole series, bc I can’t be consistent w that, but ig we’ll see😮‍💨

[tojisteddy]

You two bicker so much, your children think you actually hate each other.

“You’re too fuckin grown to not eat your greens.”

“I’m not the old hag needing to eat them with every meal, am I?”

“You talk so damn much over the movie, I can’t hear shit. fuck me.”

“You have bad ears any way old man, turn it down.”

“And hear you even more? Don’t think so.”

“It said make a right and you turn left?”

“You don’t know your right from left, you’re losing your brain from old age, woman.”

“I’m well enough to know what ‘right’ looks like, idiot, the roads not blocked so park there before we have to walk even farther.”

It’s… a lot lol. And your daughter who’s 17, asks you about it while you put away the dishes, more than concerned. You giggle, looking out towards the garden.

“You see those sunflowers out there don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Your father gave them to me as a gift when you turned three. Every year more grow and they flourish. Look up the meaning of ‘em and then get back to me.” You wink over at her and go back to your task.

Love, loyalty and Adoration. Is what popped up on google.

It makes her think more about how you and your husband interact. The way you always eat whatever he doesn’t finish & vice versa. The way he puts a comforter on you when you sleep on the couch and pulls you into his lap, or carries you upstairs before the movie ends. How dad always keeps your favorite snacks filled and you two always move in tandem, you never have to ask what the other needs or what needs to be done. You two are in sync, you coming and hugging dad from the side when he’s stressed, how dad takes all the kids out when you need your ‘mommy moment.’ Dad does laundry while you cook, and that project you’ve been dreaming about is already half way done because Dad already built it out for you.

“Your kid thinks we don’t like each other hubby.” You say, painting the dog house the bright red, on your hands and knees.

He’s quick, “I don’t like you.” He’s staring from the patio set, your ass is still as perfect as ever in the paint stained capris your wearing. Youve gotten sexier over the last 20 years together, more curves, wrinkles and stretch marks. Gorgeous girl. He could wreck you right now on this Thursday afternoon, if your kids weren’t about to wake up from a nap.

You huff, standing up, “We have to be a good example! I don’t want them thinkin I hate yo—“

Before you can get another word out, you slip on the tray of paint you barely noticed was right under your feet. The love of your life is fast, protecting your head as you both fall to the ground but paint flies all over the both of you.

Your breath is caught in your throat, in shock, but he curses, eyes flying all over you in worry, “Dummy, watch were you’re goin!”

You burst into a fit of laughter, eyes closing as your smile brighter than the sun. Eyes crinkling. Laughter just like a melody. He scuffs in his head, ‘Clumsy ass.’ You’re beautiful. His wife is still so wonderful. He can’t help but kiss you on the full lips.

You speak softly, tantalizing, “again.” Another kiss. “Again.” Another kiss. “More.” And he gives you a long kiss, wanting.

Oh, this is what love is. Ever lasting, a cool glass of lemonade on a day summer day, so refreshing. Adoring— that man loves you. And you, him.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Simon, Toji, Sukuna, Suguru, Smoke, Joel, Eren, Keegan,

[spideyyeet]

➷ fratboy sukuna’s nonideal relationship with his sex buddy

[18+] mdni. nsfw. f!reader. college!au. ráw. piv. fwb. possessive!sukuna. slight exhibitionism. dírty talk. degradatíon. humiliation. darcyphilía.

art by to00fu

you weren’t dating.

it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students that didn’t want any random stds that this was a purely sexual relationship only.

but even so, sukuna doesn’t think he’s in the wrong for acting the way he does.

hell, even you don’t realize it.

how would you know that after taking a shower in the morning, sukuna steps out and notices one of the pledges standing at the entrance to his room, staring at your completely naked form fast asleep on his bed.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing!” sukuna has his tatted forearm pressing against the kid’s neck shoving him into the wall, crimson eyes ablaze.

“I-i was just asked to call you down, please! I’m sorry!”

sukuna pressed even harder, ready to rip the boy’s head off, before he hears you stir in his bed. “don’t fucking look her again. you hear me?” his low threat sent obvious shivers down the pledges spine as he nodded frantically, and with a final shove into the hallway wall, sukuna backed off, slamming his door behind him, rattling the entire house.

the loud slam of the door had you stirring. rolling to your side exposing yourself more, but now for sukuna only. the bed dipped as a warm firm hand brushed your bare side giving it a squeeze. “ryo…” you mutter, voice hoarse with sleep as he hums.

“you can stay here till your class,” he answers your unasked question. you mutter something incoherent before falling back asleep, letting his hands continue caressing your back and hips, kissing your shoulder.

even during frat parties, it was a given that you’d show up simply because you wanted to be near the man. easily finding him in the crowd after a long day of classes and work. unbothered how underdressed you are, you find him sitting with his legs spread on the couches outside with his group, and you easily slip into his lap no questions asked.

his rough hands find your waist under your hoodie, letting your lips meet his, body pressing closer to his as his hand held your nape, controlling the messy kiss. his brothers would laugh, because it was obvious how down bad he was for you, without even realizing it. and just like every time before, the group would disperse to leave you and sukuna making out heavily on the couches outside. you would lazily dry hump his big bulge, for comfort, sighing and moaning as it rubbed up against your clothes, until he’d get fed up and carry you upstairs.

how much more obvious could it be when you’d call him in the middle of the night during one of the frats pledge meetings, complaining that you couldn’t sleep and he’d ditch his roll as vice president of the frat, ignoring gojo’s groans because he’d be at your door within twenty minutes max.

your moans fill the apartment as his cock stretched your dripping pussy so beautifully, pistoning back in, watching your back arch for him letting his cock go deeper and harder.

the bulging veins of his cock brushing against your gummy walls as you’d moan so deliciously. he’d kiss and bite your shoulder. thumbing your clit as his pace would pick up, fucking you into the mattress letting it soak your tears and drool until you’d cum with a loud cry. body trembling, eyes full of tears.

your hands would be lazy as they reached out for him until his face was nuzzling your shoulder, before you’d whisper a soft, “harder.”

and he’s groan every time. grip bruising on your waist, planting a foot into your mattress before slamming his entire body weight with each thrust from behind. your body would lurch forward, gripping the sheets crying as you’d wiggle your ass back into him.

“fuckin needy slut,” he’d grunt out, slapping a harsh hand against your ass making you moan louder. “haah ya think anyone else can deal with you?” he’d start rambling, groaning when you’d squeeze him tighter. “you’d scare them away with your stamina.”

your moans were music to his ears. his chest and neck flushed, as he’d smirk with each deep thrust.

“ryo! angh—harder!” you’d cry out, lips covered in spit and tears. “angh haah yes yes—ryo—“

“fhuck!” he’d shove you into a deeper arch, his propped leg propelling his fat cock rougher, bruising your insides with every mean sharp thrust, leaving you shaking and crying.

“like getting fucked like a slut, haah” his voice would drop lower the closer he got.

your body would squirm, but never stop him even when the overstimulation had you babbling like an idiot and the only thing remotely coherent was his name on your pretty tongue.

“ryo haah angh fhuck—haah!”

his stomach would turn with flustered delight everytime he heard the stupid nickname. it was different coming from your sweet voice. his core tightening up as your cheek pressed into the mattress, eyes glossy with tears he desperately liked being the reason of.

“gun’ let me cum in this pussy?” he’d pant, “fuck all my cum in ya so you can sleep like a bratty fhuck-k’in princess, mmh.”

you always got dumb on sukuna’s cock, his words fueling the euphoria as you’d babble out pleads. “cum—ryo—m’m cumming please.”

a deep throaty groan slips past his lips as you tighten around him, coating his base in more cum, the frothy white mess at his base creating sticky webs connecting to your ass as he continued fucking deep into your spasming hole. “tell me ya want my cum, princess.” he’d grunt out slamming into you as you’re shaking and crying. “cmon baby, let me fill your belly.” you moan a little louder tightening even more, knocking the wind out of him. “christ—you’re so fucking hot—“ he groans. until you’re finally able to speak.

“yes! haah cum inside me, please! angh ryo!—“

and he’d cum hard every fucking time. his body shivering as he spilled loads inside your squelching cunt. eyes rolled back, thrusts sloppy as his cum spilled around his cock with every lazy thrust, bottoming out fully, his body shivering every time, arm wrapping under you as his sweaty chest stuck to your back. his hand splashed on your belly feeling his warm cum fill you up. you could still feel his cock twitching inside you as you milked him dry.

his lips would part, an exhale rocking his body, as he pulls out. glancing at the way his heavy cock would slip our covered in your mixed arousal, his hairy base a sticky mess. his cum would ooze out of your little hole. fuck, he loves cumming inside you. he kneads your bruised ass, pulling your cheeks apart watching the globs of cum trickle down your pussy. thumb generously toying with your clit as he hugged you from the back. your legs eventually giving out just as his bulky body fell to his side, exhaling again.

it was like this everytime.

completely winded and out of breath as he’d look to his side and stare at your blissed out face cuddling into the blanket, snuggling up against his warm body, leg tossed over his thigh, neither of you bothering to clean up and falling asleep. his arm would lazily drape around you, sighing as he pulled the covers over you both, passing out right after.

and maybe you both should’ve addressed how oddly gentle he is with you. especially when he spotted you sitting with your friends on the courtyard, and took long strides before coming up behind you, hand coming up to your chin. your lips curl up into a lazy grin when you see him above you, and your own cheeks flush as his lips come down.

he hums, delighted, as you kiss him back, he pulls back, glancing at your sweet expression before he pecks your glossy soft lips with another kiss, and one more before standing back to his full height. “everything okay?” he asks, not realizing how much weight that question actually carries, because you just hum casually, ignoring the odd feeling that twists in your gut at how soft he’s being.

“kay’ I’ll see ya later tonight, ya?”

you nod again, unbothered when he gives you his usual wink. glancing briefly at his broad back retreating before turning to your friends. utahime’s jaw was slightly agape and shoko was staring inquisitively at you over her coffee cup.

your brow quirks up, what?”

“what d’you mean what? what was that?” utahime was wide eyed and confused, she looks at shoko. “is this what you were talking about?”

shoko hums, and your expression shifts to more confusion. “told you.”

“I wasn’t expecting that, you guys are actually dating,” she says it like a statement before turning to you, “you are right? dating?”

your eyes are wide in shock, shaking your head as a laugh slips out, a real laugh. “we are not dating, how many time do I have to tell you guys.”

“you’re dating,” shoko says firmly.

“we just have sex,” you clarify.

“that wasn’t sex right now. that isn’t something sukuna does, his personality is definitely not like that from what I’ve heard and seen, and it’s not something people that just have sex do,” utahime explains, and you could only look at them skeptically, trying to see if they’re fucking with you, but eventually you just sigh, shaking your head.

“he probably just got out of his lecture, and his brain is fried,” you explain, almost desperate to rationalize why he kissed you in public like that, and so softly at that, but not realizing that he’s actually done this multiple times.

in fact…he’s been doing it almost every time he sees you on campus…

“ryo,” you mutter into his back arms circling around his firm torso as he pours another shot for you both.

he hums, turning around in your arms, throwing back the shot with a hiss. pleasantly buzzed.

“ryo,” you call him again, arms still around his waist, chin pressed against his firm pecs, eyes doting up at him waiting for his full attention, but he takes it as an invitation to peck your lips.

“you’re so cute.”

your cheeks sting. because he pecks you again, a lazy smile brightening his flushed cheeks, crimson gaze low and inviting.

“ryo, you can’t—“ but you stop yourself. you don’t want to say it. you can’t kiss me like that. were not dating. because if you say it then things might change. meaning he’ll probably realize and stop kissing you like that. or realize that maybe you guys are crossing a line, and pull back. maybe it was fine being like this. it was fine just being sex buddies, that don’t fully act like it sometimes, because that would be better than not having it at all. and not having this side of sukuna would be much worse.

“you drunk already,” he snorts, brushing your chin with his thumb. “thought you weren’t a light weight anymore,” he teases, canines peaking out.

“I’m not,” you scoff, but either way he decides to take your shot too, slamming the glass on the counter, before grabbing your chin and kissing you.

you don’t argue, you never did. you kiss him back every time, moaning the same when he slips his tongue into your mouth, lifting you on the kitchen counter. neither of you bothering to stop in the middle of the party as he stands between your legs, passionately kissing. your arms wrapped securely around his neck as he holds your waist, humming in delight when you bite his lip, tugging it with a smirk.

because it doesn’t matter how many times you both clarify to yourselves and to others that this is purely about sex. he’ll still find a way to claim you in public. letting your soft whines fill the air around the party as he kissed and bit your neck before he’s fucking you fast and rough in his bedroom upstairs. smiling every time his fat cock gives a mean thrust that leaves you crying for more.

“cmon, I can’t hear ya, princess. who’s messy pussy s’this?” sukuna is pounding into you, your body folded as his muscles flex above you, keeping his hips going at a fast pace, balls smacking your ass with every thrust. “crying like a little bitch, tell me who’s fuckin’ you this’good, haah?”

“you! ryo—ah haah you ma-ah-ke me feel soo good, angh!” your tears fill your vision, sweat glistening over your tits as the headboard continues slamming into the wall with every thrust.

a pathetic groan slips past his lips, one that you’ve gotten used too whenever you clench around him while kissing his ear. his body shivers, face pressing into your neck as he continues fucking deeper. your nails scratching down his back, yours arching off the mattress.

your loud moans and the thumping of the bed against the wall was not going unheard. but gojo and the other boys now used to this every party, eventually came to terms with it and found ways to liven up the party downstairs. but other guests were definitely flustered by the overflowing sounds of strong passion coming from upstairs, it scared many from approaching either of you.

especially when you’d be completely out of breath and shivering as sukuna would drudge back downstairs shirtless to grab you some water. the party still going as he passes through the crowd to get to the kitchen, his sweats hang dangerously low on his hips, the deep v-line catching people’s attention along his sweaty happy trail that disappears into the waistband. gojo would snort at him, sipping from his beer as he eyes sukuna’s fresh scratches that litter his back. sukuna unbothered would comb a hand lazily through his hair as he grabbed the water.

he smelled of sex, musk, and you, ignoring everyone that eyed him and flushed because he definitely had that post-nut glow, his cheeks stained a light pink as he thought about you waiting in bed naked for him. and as he made his way back upstairs, he ignored the blushing women because once he entered his room he was met with his spoiled pillow princess casually laying in his bed, laying on her side as she scrolled through her phone. he passes you the water, as you sit up.

“a thank you would be nice,” he snorts, sitting beside you, watching you longingly as you sipped from the bottle.

“thanks,” you exhale, smirking when he gives you a wink, leaning in, inhaling your scent s he kissed the marks he’d left on your neck.

and maybe that was the point.

it didn’t matter to sukuna that he stopped getting approached by women. hell, he barely even noticed since most of his thoughts were consumed by school or you. he didn’t need frivolous conversations with random women.

why would he even entertain the idea when he’s walking on campus and sees the most breathtaking girl lazing around the sunny courtyard sprawled on the grass, head propped up by his hoodie that she stole that morning. her pretty lashes kissing her cheek, relaxed under the warm sun, before its broken by a light weight caging her, and a familiar pair of lips kissing her lips.

the sweet hum of delight coming from you, has him soaring, chest ablaze as he hums back, tongue finding yours before eventually pulling away. his crimson eyes always intruding but never unwanted as he memorizes your soft expression. your tongue licking the excess spit he lift on your glossy lips as you smile lazily at him.

“pleasant way to wake up, eh sleeping beauty?” he teases, always full of himself.

you shrug casually, eyes flicking up meeting his. “i was relaxing before my class, so technically you interrupted that.”

he snorts, rolling off you unbothered, sighing once his muscular back hit the grass, tattooed face being kissed by the sun. it was comfortable. it always is with you.

he hums once you lean over him, pecking his lips. he smiles lazy, almost proving his point that you both can never have enough of each other. the pecks are soft, gentle, intimate. they carried more than either of you were letting on. and yet…

his hand brushes your waist, smiling once you rest your pretty head on his shoulder, relaxing against him until your next class.

and maybe any of these moments could’ve been an opportunity to clarify this relationship. but neither of you wanted to risk the chances of it backfiring.

so you both remained like this.

well until you’re forced to address this in the future….and maybe that’s a story for another day…

bc y did I write this drabble tryna get into writing short quick fics but now I’m attached to this story and wanna make it a long ass one-shot 🙂‍↕️ sue me for loving a lil plot✊

[tomanpeach]

I loveeeee the boyfriendification of ran haitani! It was sooo good to see a new side of him with the reader. It was well written! Love it some much! If your request is open, I was wondering if you could do something within the line, when they are officially dating and some random chick in the bonten office or club trying to get into ran's pants. I know he wouldn't do such a thing but wanna make it a misunderstanding, like the reader went in the room or something then she saw the girl was sitting on Ran's lap but he wasn't doing anything the girl just push him down and kinda force herself to be on top of him but sadly the timing before he can brush her off his lap the reader came in and misunderstood the thing. He's trying to explain grabbing her and begging her to listen for a while but the reader is hurt so she rushed back home to her apartment without letting him explain because she was hurt. I dunno why I wanna see him desperately trying to explain to you and win you back for days or weeks. I am a sucker for crying man child. Wanna see my boy cry for a girl for the first time in his life 🥺 I just love angst to comfort fluff.

-🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

a/n: 18+!!!! NSFW!!! SWEET BUTTERFLY ANON I AM !!!!! LOSIN !!!! MY MIND!!!! I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR IT AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS! THIS ACCIDENTALLY GOT SO LONG AND IT ISN'T VERY PROOFREAD BUT I HOPE IVE DONE YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE PLS ENJOY 💛💛

content: ANGST/COMFORT, sex!!! (maybe unprotected? it's unclear), language, drinking/smoking/ lil bit drug references, more talking kinda fucked up about women knock it off sanzu!!!!

word count: 4,492

"sanzu, you motherfucker..." ran hisses as he arrives at the address in the group text. bonten was having a huge event tonight, celebrating some major investment that was panning out exactly as koko had anticipated. mikey had given sanzu the reigns on party planning as he objectively partied the hardest out of the entire organization.

but sanzu was sanzu and ran wasn't sure why he had expected anything other than a party at the strip club.

sitting in his car, hands tightening on the steering wheel, ran stared up at the brick building, at its neon pink XXX sign and the flashing silhouettes of girls that danced beneath it. he mumbled a few curses under his breath, unsure of what he should do.

on one hand, he knew he was expected– no, required– to show up tonight as one of bonten's executives. on the other hand, the thought of sitting around getting drunk with half naked girls all night while you, his girl, was waiting in his apartment for him to get home, made him feel a little queasy.

ran worried about pushing you too far. he worried about it all the time. when he'd take business phone calls in the other room so you wouldn't hear, when he'd come home with injuries he couldn't explain, when he'd give some shitty explanation and disappear for a week, he always braced himself for you to leave him. and he wouldn't blame you. he had never been the most patient or flexible person, and he doubted he would be able to put up with such treatment if the roles were reversed.

but you were everything ran wasn't. and he loved that about you. where he was coarse and unforgiving, you were tender and compassionate. every time he was sure you'd had enough, every time he came to you with an apology and a bad excuse, you had kissed him and held him and understood that it was out of his control. fuck he loved you for that.

one thing you and ran did have in common, however, was your jealousy. and ran knew that finding out he had spent the night at a strip club, even without him doing a single thing with anyone else, would hurt you deeply. especially because you knew him so well, and would know that he hadn't even wanted to be there in the first place.

massaging his temples with his fingers, ran sighs. he realizes he's dialed your number without thinking.

"hi hon," you answer on the second ring.

"hi baby," he finds himself smiling at the sound of your voice, already less tense.

"how's the party?" you ask. "is everything okay?"

"i didn't go in yet," he sighs again, resting his head against his hands. "it's at sanzu's fuckin' strip club, babe."

you're silent on the line. ran inhales deeply, tells himself to stay calm, but he can't. "please say something," he groans.

"i meaaaan," you draw out the word, trying to organize your thoughts. "that's not... ideal."

he exhales a laugh through his nose, finding it so amusing how you're always able to keep cool like this.

"well, you don't want to, like... i don't know..."

"i don't want to do a fucking thing with girls who aren't you," he finishes your sentence for you. "you know that, right?"

he thinks he can make out your sigh of relief over the phone.

"that makes me feel better," your tone changes. "ran, babe, it's a celebration, right? go have fun with your boys. i'm really glad you told me, i appreciate you being upfront like that."

"jus' didn't want you t'get mad n' shit," he mumbles, cutting the car's engine. "didn't wanna hurt your feelings. you know you're my girl."

"i know, baby," your sweet voice makes his heart swell. "and i'm not mad."

"thanks, gorgeous," ran prepares himself to get out of the car. "i'm gonna be home as soon as i can to see you." he stuffs a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket and steps out into the cold night air, "and every time i see titties tonight, i'm gonna imagine yours instead, okay, baby?"

you hang up on him.

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when ran had gotten home that night, it was nearly 4 in the morning. he had tried so hard to come in quietly, to tip toe into the bedroom and curl up at your side without waking you. but he quickly found that he was much too drunk to maneuver his long limbs with any amount of grace, and ended up missing the doorway completely, walking straight into the wall of the hallway. you jolted awake at the loud fuck! he blurted out.

you had helped him take off his shoes and strip down to his boxers after that. once you were back in bed and he'd pulled you into his arms, you listened to him tell you about his night. he'd had fun letting loose with his boys, but whined about missing you, seeing too many women who weren't you, wishing it had been you up there dancing for him. before he fell asleep, he asked you to remind him when he was sober that he wanted a strip tease from you. you didn't, but thought it was funny and cute that he had sounded so delighted by the idea.

but now it's been a week since the party, and you've nearly forgotten all about it. the only parts that stick in your memory from that night are the ones when ran had called you from the parking lot, a nervous wreck about being in a situation which could have hurt you, and where he told you how much he had missed you while hugging you close to his chest after the event.

"what are you thinking about?" ran's voice snaps you back to the present. he's coming back over to you from his liquor cart, placing a glass of whiskey into your hands.

"you," you tease, sipping the drink, watching his face light up.

"good," he purrs, cupping your cheek and pulling you toward him for a kiss. the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue is so familiar on your own.

taking the glass from your hands, he steps forward, backing you up until you feel the firm edge of his desk at the back of your legs. he puts the drinks aside and lifts you easily onto the dark, wooden surface.

tonight was special for two reasons. the first, was that it marked six months since you and ran had officially been together. he never failed to remind you that it was his longest relationship ever, and you took pride in the fact that you had been the lucky one who got him for so long. and second, tonight ran had allowed you into his office at the bonten building for the very first time.

granted, it was mostly because it was around the corner from the restaurant where you'd had your anniversary dinner and by the time you got to ran's car, he was desperate to get you alone. the crowded restaurant parking lot was not an option, his apartment was too far, and, after calculating that not many people would be in the office with all the shipments coming in this weekend, ran decided it was worth the risk.

he stands between your legs, kissing you hungrily. a hand remains behind your head to hold your face to his. you fist his jacket, tugging him closer. "got another anniversary gift for you, baby." you laugh breathlessly as his words fall just sort of sexy and land somewhere around cheesy porno dialogue. you love him so much that it's still endearing. he fumbles with his belt, sliding you closer with a hand at your lower back.

he tugs down the front of his pants to free his throbbing length. he's painfully hard already, been yearning to feel you around him all night. you scoot your hips closer to the edge of the desk, pulling up your dress to your hips. "good girl," his voice is low in your ear. the praise sends a spark of desire through your body. you manage to slide your panties halfway down your legs and kick them off before ran is nudging your thighs apart with his hands.

"gorgeous," he remarks, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he coats his fingertips in some of the arousal that's already leaking from your needy hole. "such a good girl. you get so fuckin' wet for me, don't you, angel?"

you whimper and give a nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself. six months and you still haven't gotten used to his size. you're privately grateful for it, the way every time he fucks you feels like the very first time. and you can tell from the lewd way he groans as he presses inside you that he feels the same way.

gasping for breath as he bottoms out, you can't hold back the whines that are escaping your lips. "why are you so noisy?" he teases, tugging down the front of your dress to expose your tits to him. "i haven't even done anything yet."

he punctuates the point by pulling back and thrusting up into you roughly. you cling to his shoulders, crying out with each snap of his hips as he gets into a rhythm. the way he's pounding into you is making you feel lightheaded. your face is buried in his neck and with every breath you inhale the familiar scent: cologne, cigarettes, whiskey, soap. everything is ran, the sharp press of his fingertips into your hips, the stretch inside your tight walls, the hot breath fanning over your cheek as he pants with exertion.

his thrusts get sloppy, you realize he isn't going to last much longer. one of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers searching for your swollen clit. when he finds it, you moan against his throat, incoherent sounds mixed with swear words. you hear him chuckle, "you like how i play with you, baby? fuck, you're so fuckin' sexy." your hips are jerking with a mind of their own at the stimulation, and soon you're cumming, clenching around him impossibly tight. "shit," he hisses through gritted teeth. "gonna make me fuckin' cum." "p-please," you whimper, hands fisting his hair. "please please please." your pleading is enough to finish him off, and he explodes inside you with a primal grunt, head thrown back in pleasure.

you both relish in your releases, chests heaving, the room filled with the sounds of your labored breathing as you come down from the high. ran leans in, kissing across your collarbones. his lips make their way up your neck and trace the line of your jaw. finally he holds your face in both his hands and kisses your forehead.

you feel a swell of pride in your chest, knowing that only you get to see this side of him. you hope he can see the adoration in your eyes as you smile back at him and, just in case he can't, you pull him close, arms still draped around his shoulders, to whisper right in his ear, "i love you."

ran turns his head, catching your lips and kissing you for a long moment as his response. it was rare that ran said i love you back. in fact, he'd only said it a total of three times throughout your relationship. twice during sex, and once when he was blacked out drunk. but you didn't mind it, really. he showed his love in other ways. ways that came more easily to him. lingering touches, extravagant gifts, weekend getaways to have time alone, the tenderness in his kisses.

"yeah, it just doesn't feel right sayin' that shit," he'd laughed on that drunken night. "not even to rin. just feels... i don't know... fuckin' weird comin' outta my mouth." you had nodded, drunk as well but not enough that you hadn't remembered the conversation the next day. he'd grabbed your hand abruptly, squeezing it tightly to get your attention. "obviously, i fuckin love you," he had said matter of factly when you looked over at him. "so i don't have to say it all the time, right?" you had assured him that he didn't have to say it if he didn't feel comfortable. you already knew.

ran retrieved your panties from the floor and helped you get re-dressed where you sat on the desk. "your office is nice," you say nonchalantly, grinning at him as he does up his belt buckle. he smirks, "a lot nicer with you in it."

you hop down from his desk, "i should get going, hon." ran's face falls. he tries to convince you to stay, but knows that you're too responsible to not go home and finish up your big project for work. "don't work too hard," he teases, leaning down to kiss you. you smile against his lips, "not a chance." ran lifts his office line, calls for a car to take you home, and then you're gone.

ran drops into his desk chair, heaving a contented sigh. he's already missing you, wondering when he'll see you next and hoping it's soon. he's shuffling the papers that have been displaced across his desk back into some semblance of a neat stack when the door to his office bursts open.

at first ran thinks it's you, that you'd forgotten something. but then dance music and high pitched giggles come streaming in from the hallway. "whoops!" sanzu slumps in the doorway, reaching for the doorknob but stops when he sees ran seated at his desk inside. "raaaan," sanzu slurs, seemingly unable to process the death glare he's being given. "whuddarya doin 'ere, maaan!"

"what are you doing here?" he raises an eyebrow, rising from his seat.

"mikey's gone," sanzu's grin widens. "koko's gone, kaku's gone, fuckin' everybody's gone! so i brought my hooooess!"

ran watches with judgment filled eyes as three half naked girls stumble down the hall past sanzu, laughing and yelling and presumably also high on the same shit sanzu had taken.

"wow," is all ran can manage.

"you should come partyyy!" sanzu's face catches up to his words a few seconds later and he beams at ran, pupils dilated to fill nearly his whole iris.

"no thanks," ran scoffs disdainfully. "shut the fuckin' door."

"noooo, why are you over here??" a woman's voice whines, high and nasally from the hall. sanzu looks over his shoulder and just laughs. "i was all alone in there 'n you promised me a dick in my fucking throooat!"

the woman finally appears next to sanzu, and ran recognizes her as one of the dancers from his club. she's topless and wearing a pair of bright red panties and glittery red heels. she whines again, leaning into sanzu's chest tits-first.

ran winces, finding the whole situation to be unbelievably cringey.

"oh!" the stripper cries, peeking into the office. "i remember you from the club the other night! tight suit, tight ass, drinking whiskey, right?"

sanzu laughs like a hyena and disappears from the doorway. ran swears he's gonna beat the shit out of him one day.

"would you shut my fucking door please?" ran asks again, getting seriously irritated with sanzu's antics ruining what had been a perfect evening.

"oh, sure, sweetheart," the stripper purrs, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind her. ran wants to tear his hair out.

"no, fuck," he stands abruptly. "can you get out of here? i'm not a part of this fucking party."

"not yet, handsome," she slinks toward him. "but you can be."

she places her tiny manicured hands on his shoulders and shoves him back down into his chair. he's so startled he can't react, even as she sits herself down on his lap, her hands running down his chest.

"big man like you must have a pretty big–"

"what the fuck?"

ran's eyes nearly pop out of his skull. you're standing in the doorway to his office, looking like you'd just witnessed a fucking murder. and he's sitting under a topless stripper who was about to ask about the size of his cock. ran feels his brain short circuit.

you march into the office, snatch the purse you'd left behind from the chair near the door and disappear as quickly as you'd came. the look on your face was one ran had never seen before but anyone would've been able to tell that it was one of pure, unadulterated betrayal.

ran shoves the woman from his lap. she stumbles backward, nearly falling to the floor, "hey!" but ran can't hear her, he's already halfway down the hall after you.

you almost break into a sprint trying to get the fuck out of the building. it's getting harder to see from the angry, heartbroken tears that are already burning in your eyes. you hear footsteps echo in the corridor alongside your own and suddenly ran's hand is around yours, pulling you to a stop.

"hold on, you need to listen to me," he blurts, voice sounding strained.

"let. go."

"i'm fuckin' serious, that wasn't what it looked like!"

"i don't want to hear you say a fucking word right now, i don't want to be around you, i don't want to look at you–" you tug your hand out of his but he lurches forward and grabs your forearm.

“STOP IT! FUCK! can you just fucking listen to me??"

his grip is too tight. the look on his face is one of frustration, of desperation. the look of getting fucking caught, you think. you can’t look at him anymore.

“no, i need to go right fucking now. i can't look at you," you jerk your arm away from him sharply and continue down the hall. your head is swimming, you need to get the hell out of the building before you pass out or throw a punch or start fucking sobbing.

ran lets out an exasperated yell, stomping back to his office and slams the door. he lashes out, swinging his arm across his desk. your unfinished glasses of whiskey hit the bookcase and shatter. ran can't fucking think, he's seeing red. he can't decide what would make him feel better: to take his baton to sanzu's face, push the fucking stripper down a flight of stairs, drive his car off a bridge–

"what the fuck are you doing?"

his head snaps toward the voice, practically snarling at the intrusion. he blinks at the man in the doorway.

"heard you screaming from down the hall. seriously, what the fuck's going on?" rindou looks deeply concerned.

ran deflates, collapsing in one of the dark leather chairs nearby. his large hands drag down his face, "ev'rything got so fucked up, rin, fuckin' hell."

rindou leans against the doorway watching as his older brother unravels, crossing his arms across his chest. "i saw your girl leaving. she looked pissed, what'd you do?"

"i didn't do shit," ran snaps. "not a god damn fucking thing. but she saw one of sanzu's whores in here and thinks i'm–" he heaves out a sigh to stop himself from screaming again– "fuckin' other girls or some shit! an' i'm fuckin' not!" a long leg shoots out and sends a side table flying across the room. rindou watches it go. he's never seen his brother like this before. not over lost fights, not over gang shit, and definitely not over a fucking girl.

"have you fought with her before?" rindou asks curiously. ran's head is in his hands but he wordlessly shakes it no. "well, then you're due for one. shit happens, go n' apologize, be a fuckin' grown up." ran remains in his pitiful position. "you actually like her, right?"

"i fuckin' love her," ran's voice is merely a whimper.

"you piece of shit," rindou scoffs. ran's head shoots up to give him a glare. "that's all the more reason to go fix this."

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fixing this was much easier said than done. for nearly a week you dodged his calls. 54 to be exact, with 54 accompanying voicemails that you haven't listened to. after hearing his voice shaking in the first one, you decided you couldn't bear it. you had also left 77 texts of explanations, apologies, desperate pleas to talk with him, all unanswered as well.

it felt like you'd been crying since the moment you'd gotten home from the bonten offices. the ache in your chest refused to go away. you replayed the scene in your head over and over, wanting so badly to trust ran but seeing very few ways that the situation could have been misinterpreted.

how could you have been so stupid? you ask yourself, curled up in your bed. he's never been in a relationship that meant anything, why would you be any different? he was just at a fucking strip club!

your phone vibrates near you, lost somewhere in your blankets. you've considered blocking ran's number, but know that with him working in the line of work that he does, he'd find a way around that. you stare up at the ceiling as your phone buzzes away, the sound bringing you to tears again. sitting up, you work to excavate it and are surprised by the messages at the top of the screen.

i'm losing my fucking mind here baby

i need to talk to you

i'm coming over i still have a key

as if on cue, you hear your front door unlock. you scurry to your bedroom door and sit with your back against it, heart pounding in your ears. there's a knock, the wood vibrating against you. "baby, can we please talk?" ran's voice is pleading. "i'm fuckin' begging, here." "i don't know what to say to you," you whimper, trying to hold in a sniffle. he hears it and it feels like a slap in the face. "baby, please let me come in there and hold you." "no," you grumble, swiping away at a few tears that have managed to escape.

listening to your movements, ran realizes where you are. crouching carefully, he maneuvers his long limbs to the floor. separated only by the few inches of your door, ran heaves a sigh. it's the closest he's been to you in a week. "will you listen if i talk?" he asks softly. you don't reply.

"well," he inhales shakily. "i, uh. fuck. i know you don't believe me, but i really didn't do what it looks like. and i know if i saw you in that fuckin' position i wouldn't believe it either. but i need you to trust me. please. being away from you is like–fuck!" he bangs his head against the door accidentally. "everything feels like that! this is the shittiest week of my fuckin' life! and i've gotten fucking stabbed before! this is worse!"

you're allowing your tears to fall freely now. the aching is getting worse, the desire to believe him and the feelings of betrayal are carving out a hole in your chest as they battle it out. you hug your knees, sniffling. "i just don't know how i can believe you," you manage in a quiet voice. "you said you wouldn't even believe it either."

ran wrestles his phone from his pants pocket. he had prepared a sort of hail mary specifically for right now. he was praying it was enough. "here." his phone slides under your bedroom door. it's open to his voice memos. you eye the play buttons, wondering what could possibly be on the recordings. figuring it couldn't hurt worse than anything you'd already felt this week, you reach for his phone and play the first memo.

"state your name," ran's voice is gruff, his business tone. another voice responds, "sanzu haruchiyo." "go ahead," ran orders. "okay," you hear sanzu clear his throat. "well, i was uh, partying, at the office. and i went into ran's office by mistake. and one of my whor– sorry, um, one of my friends came up and saw ran. she thought he was hot, i guess, and she went in to try and get at him. i left them alone, which was fucked up of me, i guess." you click the next memo, dragging the playhead forward a bit. when the audio picks up it's a woman's voice, "–him, but he definitely said he wanted me to leave. said to shut the fuckin' door. the ecstasy was making me horny and i just thought i'd try my luck, but he kept tellin' me to leave." "and did ran haitani ever reciprocate any of your advances?" "no, baby doll, you didn't."

despite the tears pouring from your eyes, you allow yourself to laugh. "you're so fucking stupid," you choke out, pausing the audio. "this is so ridiculous."

"it's not! if it gets you to fuckin' believe me, it's not!" ran feels so fucking close and his eyes start to prickle. "there's more. i got rindou, i got the doorman, i got security, i got the fuckin' janitor who heard some shit from the stairwell–"

ran catches himself before he can tumble backwards as the door pulls away from his back. he looks up and sees you standing there in the doorway in your pajamas, eyes watery and red.

ran haitani hadn't cried since infancy. not on the playground, not when he and rindou were left on their own, not after getting beaten nearly to death or any of the startling number of fucked up things he'd endured in his life. but when you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his middle, when he felt relief for the first time in many days at having the only girl he'd ever loved and almost lost back in his arms, he couldn't hold it in. he buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in your smell, curling his fingers into your hair, hugging you tighter against his chest.

"say you fuckin' forgive me," he begs, choking on a sob. "need to know that you know i'd never do some shit like that. never hurt you so fuckin' bad." you pull away to look at his face, mystified by the sight in front of you. you wipe at his wet cheeks with your hands. "i forgive you," you're still crying, not sure if you'll be able to stop. "you did a whole fucking deposition to prove your innocence. of course i fuckin' forgive you." his lips press to yours, laughing into the kiss in disbelief. "i love you," he says against your mouth, so softly you almost wonder if you'd made it up. but then he kisses both your cheeks and says it again in your ear, "i fuckin' love you." kissing all over your face, he repeats the words like a mantra, like they're fucking demanding to be said.

[gojotech]

me and sukuna or something like that

@vampeliic agrees

[gojotech]

i love fake flirting with my friends except they're joking and i'm trying to see how long before they let me in their panties