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5 times sukuna was heavily yearning + 1 time you finally noticed.
oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. uncle!sukuna. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.
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1. movie nights.
you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.
first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?
for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.
your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.
tonight, everything was perfect.
you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—
bzzz.
you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?
you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.
you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.
so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”
he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.
“can i come in?”
you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”
“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.
holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—
“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”
your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”
you paused. “well…”
“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”
“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”
he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”
“hey—“
he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”
“oh. you didn’t have to—“
“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”
with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.
what. the. fuck.
2. hangouts.
you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.
at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.
however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.
today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.
the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.
“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”
you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”
he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”
you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”
you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”
before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.
and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”
“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“
“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”
you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”
“…did you just call me angel?”
his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”
that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?
you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.
fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.
how horrible for you.
3. aquarium.
you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”
she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”
“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”
she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”
“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”
she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”
you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.
and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.
‘couples only day!’
“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”
“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.
“yes.”
“ask sukuna to go with you.”
you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”
“that is quite literally not what i said.”
“you’re a genius.”
you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.
what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.
you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”
“…where?”
he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”
“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”
his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”
you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”
“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”
you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.
you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.
“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.
“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”
gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.
4. the beach.
you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.
you were freezing.
you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.
oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—
a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.
“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”
ah. your genie.
you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.
fuck. how could someone be so pretty?
he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”
“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”
“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”
“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”
“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”
“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”
he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”
you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.
you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”
he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.
what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.
“…you went early, huh?”
“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.
“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”
you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”
you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“
he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.
holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.
well. at least it wasn’t you this time.
5. studying.
as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.
during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”
“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”
gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”
“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”
gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”
“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”
you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”
“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”
“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”
you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”
“yes, please.”
later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.
you really needed caffeine.
everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—
fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.
sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?
you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.
you: please :c
a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.
“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”
“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”
you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”
he hummed. “good.”
in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.
you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”
he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”
in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”
you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”
his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”
“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”
he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”
was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”
“don’t mention it, angel.”
+1.
against your will, you were dragged to a party.
you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.
you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.
gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.
you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.
sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.
sukuna covering you with a blanket.
sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.
geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.
sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.
after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.
the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”
“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”
“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”
it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.
“…the stars are pretty.”
“mhm.”
he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”
“…mhm.”
he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”
“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.
“fuck.”
“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”
and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”
you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”
he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”
“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.
he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”
that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”
his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“
you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,
he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.
once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”
“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”
“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”
“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”
“…anything you fucking want, forever.”
Happy birthday Jonghyun! 🥹
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The Tiger of West Junior High
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓕RIDAY 𝓝IGHT 𝓛IGHTS
pairing. footballplayer!sukuna x mascot!reader
summary. with the football team reveling in their victory after the homecoming game, you hadn’t expected the quarterback to set his sights on you, the university mascot. but you’ve got one rule to abide by—the helmet stays on, no matter what.
warnings. NSFW/MDNI, americanfootball!au, explicit smut, panty chewing, panties used as a gag, piv, fingering, degradation and insulting, slight angst, hurt/mild comfort, mention of sukuna's unlabelled sexual orientation, sukuna has a bush.
a/n. hello hello! if this oneshot looks familiar, that is because it is a repost from my old account that has been requested (hi @indiewritesxoxo and @suguphile) and i am too lazy when it comes to aesthetics to come up with something new. anyway it is for my baby ivy's college common's collab <3 go check her out, she's got some SHAKESPERIAN fics @junuru AND A BIG THANK YOU TO @macbethinchains for helping me write some of the plot points :’) i love you sorry i am hollow-brained…😭
art by su2kuna on X, banner's by @/bernardsbendystraws & @/cafekitsune
“Y-You don’t even know if I’m a guy or girl,” you point out, voice warbly and whiny, clammy fists clenching around rubber in twitching paws as you wonder how you’d managed to get yourself in this situation, metaphorically and literally backed into a corner.
Sukuna cranes his head with feigned introspection, gazing off in the distance with a look in his eyes that tells you he finds all of this… amusing, slowly stalking towards you with mirth swirling in his carmine irises. “Gonna be real honest, Squeaky. I don’t really care.”
Your breath catches, loud and sharp and all-too-humiliating, before the backs of your knees hit his mattress and you fall right on your ass and onto his bed.
Right where he wants you.
He inspects you down the slope of his nose with a smirk, as if he enjoys watching you struggle to hold onto your logic that’s slipping between your fingers like crumbling sand.
𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑡! 𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ
part 2 to: frat! sukuna is interested in the cute girl in his friends lecture
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who has been showing up to his friend's class every day to see you
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who spends his free time wandering campus to try and find you
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who figures out where you like to study, where you hangout with your friends, what you usually get from the coffee shop
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who keeps getting told by his friends that he's being "a fucking weirdo"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who has a note on his phone on how he can ask you out, or at least tell you that you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who is used to calling girls "hot" and "sexy", but with you, the only thing he sees is pure, heart-stopping, mesmerizing beauty
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who finally grows a pair one day, about 2 months after seeing you for the first time
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who comes up to you after your lecture, palms sweaty and cheeks dusted with pink, nothing like the usual confident and cocky man
»-♡→ frat! sukuna, who, from an outside perspective, looks like an intimidating, asshole of a frat guy
"uh, excuse me."
you pause in the exit of the door, turning around to see who said that. when you see the 6'3" frat boy, clad in a black muscle tee, you think there's no way it was him who called you. but when you turn to leave again, you hear them say "excuse me," again. when you turn around, the only person left there is him. this pink haired, tattooed (may i add sexy), man.
"um, yes?"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who has never heard two sweeter words in his life, and it takes him a moment to respond back, especially with the way you're staring at him in confusion, eyes wide and lashes fluttering
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who extends a large hand to you, "the names ryomen"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who watches shock pass your features, and then a subtle curiosity. you extend your own hand out, dainty and decorated with cute nails and rings. when your hand fits into his for a hand shake, it's so soft he doesn't want to let go
"y/n".
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who swears that's the prettiest name he's ever heard
"can i help you?"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who wants to say "yes, help me, please help me," but in reality he freezes, regaining barely half of his composure with a sharp exhale and a hand through his hair
"was just wonderin' if i could get your instagram or somethin.' "
»-♡→ frat! sukuna watches your eyes slightly widen, your body language suddenly turning nervous
"if you're okay with that... of course, i've just been noticing you for a while, that's all."
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who watches a soft smile spread across your features, your eyes crinkling slightly
"yea, why not?"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who loves winning, and feels like the biggest winner right now
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who watches you type your username into his phone,and wave him a soft goodbye and "see you around, ryomen"
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who repeats the way his name sounded on your tongue a million times for the rest of the day
»-♡→ frat! sukuna who now just has to build up the courage to send you a message, send his sweet and gorgeous crush a message
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
part 3 anyone??
masterlist
<𝟑 .ᐟ 3 4 STEPS TO GET YOUR PERV ROOMMATES TO FUCK YOU!
₊˚⊹ᰔ sukuna x reader x toji
₊˚⊹ᰔ you can read pt. 1 here, or it can be read separately! MDNI. fem!reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of teasing, bratty reader, trip to paris iykwim, NOT PROOFREAD! sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
it’s been a week since your five brain cells finally formed a thought and you discovered your roommates were utter pervs, jerking off shamelessly to you! at least sukuna tried to hide it, but toji? he’d straight up check you out, shamelessly! he even started flirting! it’s a good thing you’ve been acting so slutty on purpose, you wanted this reaction. whats wrong with a girl being a perv, too? they were big, strong, sexy men! doesn’t hurt a girl to flaunt a little for their attention, and you had their attention alright.
while they were shameless, boy did they have some self control. toji flirted, yea, but neither of them would ever go out of their way to touch you intimately. you knew they jerked off every night to you, could hear them groaning your name, but they never tried anything. it was great they were so respecting of your personal space, but you were asking for this, for goodness sake!
you began masturbating, loudly, with the door cracked open just a smidge so your two dumb, horny roommates could take a goddamn hint. you know they both witnessed you dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, teasing yourself with that old hot pink vibrator, and heard you moaning their names, so why have they not budged yet?! toji walked in on you fucking yourself on a seven inch dildo and sukuna watched you squirt all over your bedsheets while chanting his name- so why had neither of them stepped forward to just fuck you already? you were beginning to think you were acting like more of a perv than them.
it was time to up your game. show them you were just as into them as they were you. and you had just the perfect plan: seduce them, get their gears turning, sex! your first target? toji.
✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: TOJI.
toji was the easier target, surely he’d fold first. you know how fascinated he is with your panties, so here you are, shoving a victoria’s secret bag stuffed with lingerie and panties right in his face.
“toji! i need your help picking which one is the sexiest. could you help me?” you’re looking at him as sultry as ever, eyelashes batting sweetly, bottom lip jut out just a tad for your teeth to sink into. toji already looks far gone just staring into the contents of the bag, he’ll be so easy.
“you want my help, doll? why d’ya need this many pairs, anyways? tryna impress some guy?”
“something like that,” you’re twirling your hair with your pointer finger now, looking up at him beneath batted lashes. you cant help the smirk that tugs at your lips when you see his expression morph into one of irritation. he’s a jealous guy, too? you’re going to have so much fun with him.
“shouldn’t you be showin’ him, then?” toji questions, arms crossing across his chest, making his biceps squeeze so deliciously under that tight shirt of his. you make an effort to shamelessly stare at the way his biceps bulge, give him the fucking hint that you’re into him.
“no, no,” you’re shaking your head, “don’t you know it’s bad luck for your date to see your panties before the date?” you’re questioning him this time, hands on your hips as you make him feel like the dumbass while you utter straight bullshit.
“uh… never heard of that one.”
“well, now you have. so, wanna see me try them on? judging them from the model is probably more accurate than just seeing them in the bag.”
toji almost sputters, you have to tear your gaze away to stop yourself from laughing. he’s agreeing, though, leading you to his room where you can finally seduce him properly.
it only takes you trying on the first pair of panties for him to sport a boner, you could spot the huge tent in his pants from a mile away! he was way easier than you thought, only one pair and he’s already aching like that? how pathetic. you can’t say you blame him, though. they are a cute pair, and in his favorite color, black. it’s a g-string thong, does not even cover your ass a bit. there’s a cute little bow that decorates the front, and most of the fabric is sheer. maybe you shouldn’t have gone all out on the first pair, it’s no wonder he’s already this hard. oh well, you’ve been waiting for this moment alone with him for a week, can you blame a girl for being a little impatient?
now you’re making your way towards his spot on the bed, slow and teasing, swaying your hips just to put on a show. toji’s speechless when you plop yourself right down on his lap, your legs falling on either side of his thighs. successfully straddling him to the bed. the guttural groan he lets out when you grind your hips against his lets you know it’s time to commence step two.
✎ STEP TWO: MAKE THAT MAN USE HIS BRAIN. TARGET: TOJI.
“what’s wrong?” you tease, rubbing your pantie-clad pussy against his bulge. it’s bigger than you imagined, you were almost scared to see the real thing.
“doll,” toji groans, scarred hands finally touching you to grip the flesh of your hips. he has a tight hold on you, like he is afraid of letting you go, like he physically needs you on his lap or he’ll die.
“hmm?” your teasing hum is whispered into the shell of his ear before you nip playfully at the earlobe. the action successfully spurred toji further on, nails now digging into your plush skin, you were sure he was going to leave marks at this rate. he’s shifting you now, making you sit right on his knee.
you find out then that toji is just as much as a tease as you, because now he’s rocking you back and forth on his knee, nudging your now aching clit with each bounce. he can feel you soaking against his sweatpants, panties (which you just bought, mind you) were already ruined. oh well, he can just keep them after.
“this what you wanted?” toji growled, one hand dipping down to your cunt while the other wrapped around your neck. he’s rubbing you through your panties, teasing your poor, needy clit. when you try to beg him to just touch you already, he’s choking you further, making your eyes roll back all prettily.
wow, you seriously underestimated how easy toji was, because in less than a second he was picking you like you weighed nothing. he’s tossing you on the bed, and before you get a second to even register what’s happening, he’s manhandling you roughly.
“you’ve been teasing me all week,” toji grunts, shoving your face in the pillow and arching your back so your ass was raised high in the air. even though he clearly had the upper hand, you still wiggled your hips, just to be a tease.
toji did not appreciate the wiggle, because a punishing hand is slapped right down on your ass, leaving you squealing into the pillow. you can’t even twist around and fight back, as his free hand is keeping your upper body pinned down.
“don’t like when i do it back t’ya?” another slap, this time to your inner thigh. your body jolts from the sensation, and a muffled sound leaves your lips. he relishes in your vulnerable display, slapping a mean hand down right to your pussy this time.
“toji!” you squeal from your place in the pillow, which comes out more like ‘mmmffi.’ maybe you had taken your teasing a little too far, already babbling a muffle apology as he slaps your clit this time. but toji is far gone at this point, ripping your panties off to directly slap the abused bud.
you’re crying into the pillow at this point as he tortures your needy, oversensitive body. he’s whispering degradations into your ear, ‘ya like that? dirty girl.’ ‘gonna fuck that bratty attitude right outta ya.’ ‘see what teasing gets ya?’ ‘do you like this? fucking slut.’ you hate how wetter his mean words get you, soaking his hand and dripping onto the sheets below you.
toji’s hand is suddenly off you, and you can hear him rustling behind you. you don’t dare move from your spot smushed into the pillows, too scared he’ll just tease you more until you’re overstimulated. you are curious, however, tilting your head back juuuust enough to get a view of the stupidly massive cock of his.
“that is not fitting-” you instantly yelp upon seeing it. toji lets out a little tsk before pushing you back into the pillow, massive tip now lining up with your entrance. “shh, doll, you wanted this, ya? i’ll be gentle, promise. tell me if it hurts, mkay?”
✎ STEP THREE: SEX BACKSHOTS OF DOOM? TARGET: TOJI YOU.
toji was lying when he said he’d be gentle. he was slow and sweet when pushing the fat rod of his inside, whispering how good you were, how well you were taking him. but the moment he bottomed out, he just couldn’t help it and began pounding your welcoming pussy. you weren’t expecting such a big, thick cock to split you open like this, writhing in the sheets as you tried your hardest to accommodate to his length. he was already groaning about how tight your pussy was, gripping to his cock like a virgin.
“fuuuuck babydoll, are you actually a virgin? y’er just- ohmygod- so fuckin’ tight, you’ve gotta be, right? savin’ this pretty pussy for me?”
you’re much too fucked out to respond, a moaning mess as he utterly uses you, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. the arched angle has him hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, vision blurring from absolute pleasure.
“been dreamin’ about this. ‘bout you, doll. been wanting to fuck you soooo bad. ever since you moved in. dreamin’ ‘bout me too, baby? leave your panties lying around all for me, right? wanted me to fuck you so bad you just had to tease me like the little brat you are, that it?”
your muffled screams in the pillow only spur toji on further, thrusting into you at an inhumane pace, deep enough he slammed into your cervix with each thrust. he’s been dreaming of this moment since you moved your pretty ass in, how could he not indulge and absolutely wreck you?
“you’re so sexy. so pretty. wanna make you mine so bad. i’ll take such good care of you, baby.”
he’s wringing an orgasm out of you in seconds, one so intense it leaves you gasping for breath. you were sure you looked a mess, body trembling as your cunt fluttered dangerously around toji’s fat length. when you realize he isn’t stopping anytime soon, still pounding into your overstimulated entrance, all you can do is claw at the bed sheets and scream his name.
“gooooood baby, feel so good around my cock. keep squeezin’ me jus’ like that- gonna make me cum inside you, fuck. would you like that? want me to breed this pussy?”
you’re ashamed to admit his babbles about breeding you have you cumming two more times until he’s pulling out, giving his length two strokes before he came spilling out on his t shirt. you were absolutely wrecked, body sinking into the mattress and lying limp. the only movement you could make was a little twist of your head to tell him just how mean and big he was.
“did you have to be that mean?” your voice comes out in a weak croak, angry glare sent his way. toji just laughs, swatting your ass once before leaving and returning with a towel.
“lemme clean you up, doll. wanna bath?”
toji was surprisingly much more sweet and tender than you imagined. you always thought of him as a fuck and dip kind of guy, but here he was, picking you up bridal style to give you a bath.
“didn’t take you as an aftercare kinda guy,” you giggle lazily, poking toji’s cheek.
“i’m not. you’re just different. can you shut up and get in the bath already?”
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it took you at least two days to recover from toji’s relentless backshots, the backshots of doom your best friend yuki likes to call them. you walked with a limp the past two days, it’s finally dulled down to a little tremble.
toji was at the gym today, giving you a perfect chance to finally execute the same plan with sukuna. yes, even after the backshots of doom, you are greedy and still want more. besides, it wasn’t polite to only give one of them what they wanted!
you caught sukuna off guard in the kitchen in all his glory. shirtless, messy hair, nothing but a pair of boxers, intricate tattoos on full display for you to marvel at. it shocked you that a guy that looked so mean and scary was really just a nice guy underneath, respectful of your privacy and belongings. sometimes you wish he’d just crack once, but it’s okay, you’ve taken things into your own hands now.
✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: SUKUNA.
“your tattoos are really pretty,” your melodic words startle him from where he had his back facing you, brewing a pot of coffee. he twists himself around to look down at you, sheepish hand flying to rub the back of his neck.
“pretty? that’s not really a word i’d use to describe myself.”
“what’s wrong with a guy being pretty? you are.” you’re hopping yourself onto the kitchen counter now, seated close enough to him that your arms brush against one another. your feet dangle below you, knocking into his leg to gain his attention.
“nothing, i guess. just never been called it… you’ve got me beat, though.”
“are you calling me pretty?” you lean in closer to him, sickly sweet smirk painted on your lips.
“i mean- yeah. obviously. you’re pretty.” you can tell he’s blushing now by the way he turns away from you.
“wanna see mine?”
“huh?” sukunas turning back to face you, eyebrow raised as you give him a cheeky expression.
“my tattoo, silly!”
“you have a tattoo?”
that got his attention, you beckon him forward with a finger, to which he obeys so sweetly. his face becomes the color of his hair when you’re tugging your shorts down as far as you can to show off your cute little heart tattoo, right above your womb.
“you like it?” you ask all innocently, determined to rile him up. you notice the way his adam’s apple bobs, the way he grips the kitchen counter beside you to physically restrain himself from taking you right here, right now.
“i- yeah. it suits you. cute.”
“aaaand?”
“and… it’s pretty, like you.”
“aaaaaaaaand?” now you’re just messing with him.
“a-and…”
gosh. you didn’t know it was possible to reduce sukuna to a blushing mess just from a tattoo. he was much more soft than you gave him credit for.
✎ STEP TWO: MAKE HIM USE THAT BRAIN. TARGET: SUKUNA.
“i’m just teasing you, silly. cmon, i’ll give you a hint.”
“a hint?”
“mmm hmm…” your gaze drifts down to his boxers, bulge already tenting the strained fabric. you tug at the waistband, letting it slap against his skin, not before taking an appreciative glance at the pelvic line tattoos he had to show.
he’s gasping your name, head drooping low onto your shoulder. finally cracked him.
“i know you’ve heard me finger myself to you,” you hum sweetly, palming at the tent in his boxers. he’s groaning, deep and guttural. “do you not want me, too? been fucking myself on my fingers wishing it was you… and you never came to help me…”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry baby- didn’t wanna scare you. fuck. you’re so perfect, scared you’d run away from me if i tried anything funny.”
his voice is so deep it grumbles in his chest, making you drip through your panties. how could someone so scary be so cute?
“i’d never run away from you. let me show you?” you’re about to hop off the counter, drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his body, but he’s keeping you in place with his inhuman strength.
“no, no, let me make it up to you,” he’s insisting, he’s the one getting on his knees. “been dying to taste you. please, princess? let me show you how bad i’ve wanted you?”
he maneuvers you so your legs are draped over his shoulders, head resting on your inner thigh as he helps you tug your shorts and panties off. sukunas groaning at just the sight of your glistening pussy under the light, taking a deep inhale before getting to work.
sukuna is a patient man, a man who takes his time. he’s killing you with the amount of teasing kisses he lays along your inner thighs, open mouthed and sloppy. he even leaves a few warning nips when you complain how badly you want him- mean!
✎ STEP THREE: SEX BREAKFAST. TARGET: SUKUNA YOU.
finally, his breath ghosts over your sensitive folds. first he kisses them gently, then a tongue- a pierced one- is lapping between them. you immediately fist his hair from the sensation, gripping him so hard it must hurt, but he only groans in satisfaction as you push his face closer to your needy cunt. the groan sends vibrations straight to your pussy, only making you wetter, much to his pleasure.
“taste so good,” he mumbles against you between licks, ringed finger joining alongside his tongue to plunge deep in your entrance.
“k-kuna! fuck! please- just like that- oh my god- you feel so good!” you were a loud thing, maybe it was for the better that toji had your face shoved in a pillow the entire time.
good thing sukuna likes loud, doubling his efforts to make you cum on his tongue from the sweet noises you were making.
you cry out in earnest, bucking your hips against his face for more friction. purposely, he angles his face so your clit nudges against his nose with each grind. you gasp at the sensation, staring down to see an absolutely pussydrunk man, face glossy with your juices, tongue now replacing his finger to fuck in and out of your delicious cunt.
you’re cumming on his tongue within seconds, hips twitching against his face, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders. he doesn’t let you back away, no, he’s holding you in place so you can squirt right into his mouth. god, he’s filthy.
you came so hard, you hadn’t even noticed the other presence in the room. sukuna and you are both started when toji’s voice rings out, “havin’ fun without me?”
✎ STEP FOUR?: TAG TEAMED. TARGET: YOU.
you don’t even register sukuna and toji’s petty argument as they’re both tugging you around to your room, much too dazed from your orgasm and excitement to listen to them fight over who deserved you more.
you don’t register what’s happening as your manhandled onto your hands and knees on the bed, toji positioning himself at your front while sukuna positions himself behind.
they’re still arguing when toji’s pressing the the tip of his cock to your pretty lips and sukunas nudging the head of his dick through your soaking folds. you don’t even get a chance to speak up and stop this petty argument, as both your ends are completely stuffed by two thick, long cocks.
“she fucked me first,” tojis growling at his roommate and longtime best friend, hips thrusting into your eager and willing mouth. you can’t help but claw at the meat of his hips for stability as you’re absolutely pounded raw from behind.
“ok? she clearly wants me more,” sukuna grunts back, hands gripping your waist to fuck you with greater intensity.
“fuck you.”
“fuck you.”
they were gonna be at this all night, you knew it. you’d never be able to walk again- you’re already cumming on sukunas cock, clit untouched, from the dual sensation of both men railing either side of you.
“fuuuuck, the way she moans on my cock when you pound her like that,” tojis groaning, hand fisting your hair to face fuck you harder. wait. was he… complimenting sukuna? was whatever jealous argument they had over?
“bro- fuck- she sounds so pretty gagged on you, she’s cumming so hard.” sukunas now complimenting toji, hips stuttering as you squeeze down around his cock.
“she like us both- fuck- yea? wanna share?”
“fuck yes.”
oh no. what had you gotten yourself into.
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murder, your grace?
synopsis: You die completely at random and wake up in the manhwa you were reading… as the villainous wife of the Duke of the North, no less. The same woman who spent the last six months giving her husband the cold shoulder, ruining their marriage, and basically speedrunning her own execution. Now you have exactly one job: fix this disaster of a relationship before your husband decides to finish what the original plot started.
pairing: villainess!reader x northern duke!sukuna
mdni | warnings: smut, fem reader, rough sex, size kink & size difference, possessive/jealous behavior, degradation, dirty talk, marking, spanking, creampie, multiple positions
word count: 14.3k
a\n: longest fic i’ve written so far. nearly lost my mind, almost scrapped it entirely, questioned every life choice that led me here, but somehow, against all odds… it’s done. so glad its over LOL
You died while reading a manhwa.
One moment you were curled up in bed at 3 a.m., a blanket pulled up to your chin, the only light in your dark room coming from your phone screen. Your eyes were glued to the latest chapter of The Duke’s Black Heart, thumb hovering over the final panel as frustration and reluctant longing twisted in your chest. The illustration was breathtakingly brutal: Duke Ryomen Sukuna standing tall amid swirling snow, pink hair tousled by the wind, crimson eyes empty of mercy, black tattoos stark against his skin as he looked down at the broken body of his wife.
The page loaded one last time. The panel filled your screen. Then your vision blurred, the room spun violently, and everything went black. No pain. No final breath. Just sudden, heavy nothing.
And then you woke up somewhere else.
Cold air rushes into your lungs, sharp and biting. Your eyes flutter open slowly, lashes feeling unusually heavy. You’re lying in a massive four-poster bed, the canopy above you made of thick crimson velvet that drapes down like heavy curtains. The silk sheets beneath you are cool and slippery against your skin in a way that feels far too expensive, far too unfamiliar. Thick blankets weighted with fur press down on your body, carrying a faint scent of woodsmoke and aged iron. Your limbs feel wrong — too slender, too delicate. When you lift your hands, they are smaller, with smooth palms and perfectly manicured nails that catch the dim morning light filtering through tall, frost-laced windows.
You push yourself up into a sitting position. The silk nightgown slips off one shoulder. A large, ornately framed mirror stands across the room, reflecting the lavish bedchamber: dark wood furniture, heavy tapestries on the walls, a fireplace crackling faintly in the corner. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting cold stone that sends a shiver racing up your spine.
You turn toward the mirror.
The face staring back at you is not your own. It is strikingly beautiful in a refined, aristocratic way that feels both alien and intimidating.
You have transmigrated.
You are now the villainess.
Duke Ryomen Sukuna’s wife of exactly six months.
The realization slams into you like ice water. Memories that don’t belong to you flood your mind in vivid, unrelenting flashes. The forced marriage ceremony under the Emperor’s decree. The wedding night where her body had lain stiff and unresponsive beneath his, silent tears tracking down her cheeks as she called him a beast under her breath and swore she would never allow him to touch her again. Six agonizing months of total, deliberate silence: never speaking a single word directly to him, never sharing his table, never sharing his bed. Only curt notes passed through servants, hidden schemes whispered to outsiders, and a cold, hateful distance that grew sharper every day. Sukuna’s contempt had hardened into something lethal.
In the original story, he kills her. Publicly. Brutally. Before the year is out — dragging her into the courtyard and ending her life with the same large, scarred hands you’ve fantasized about for months.
And now I’m her.
i sincerely apologize for what you are about to read
cw: mdni, dubcon(?), portal pocket pussy, unintentional cheating, male infertility, creampie, take the phone away from me pls
frat!sukuna x mean!reader !
frat!sukuna, who’s been eyeing the adorable girl who sits in the front row of his physics class, always quiet, only talking to your group of friends, always steering clear of chaos and most importantly, guys like him.
frat!sukuna, who tries to convince himself that you aren’t his type, that you’re too quiet, too soft for someone like him, but he decides that striking up a conversation with you wouldn’t be the worst thing ever…or so he thought.
frat!sukuna, who calls out to you after class, catching up to you to try to ask you for your number, only to be met with the sharpest,
“and why would i give you my number?”
he’s practically stunned to silence, nearly stuttering—he’s so used to women practically throwing themselves at him, and he thought you were shy, soft spoken, but the way you were looking at him now? it looked like you wanted him dead.
frat!sukuna, who just stares at your face, god were you always that pretty? and he just couldn’t fathom why you scowling at him was one of the prettiest sights he’d ever laid his eyes upon.
“what? are you really just gonna gawk at me? say something geez” you scoff while walking past him in the hallway and sukuna swears he feels his heart skip a beat while he watches you walk away.
frat!sukuna, who’s absolutely hell bent on getting to know you after this one conversation with you, he’s practically stalked through all your socials, found all your secret accounts, going through all the little pictures, studying your reposts—he’s obsessed.
frat!sukuna, who tries to approach you after class the next day, only for you to roll your gorgeous at him, scoff and just go about your day as if he was never there.
frat!sukuna, who almost fascinates you, much against your will, but his persistence in wanting to get to know you only fuels you on further, plus it’s hard not to notice the way he flushes almost as bright pink as his hair every single time you roll you eyes at him.
frat!sukuna, who gets a little kick out of getting degraded, something about you being so mean to him just gets him going, he just needs to know what’d be like to have you look at him the same way you look at your friends.
frat!sukuna, whos always the first to check your instagram the second you post your pretty face, your lips curved in the most stunning smile and before he knows it, he’s palming at his cock, all your scoffs ringing in his ears, his back arching pathetically on his mattress, while he snakes his hand underneath his sweats to wrap his hands around his dick.
frat!sukuna, who cums almost immediately at the thought of you looking down on him, your eyes slit, your glasses perched at the tip of your nose, while you stare down at him with nothing but disgust on your face and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing he’s ever thought of in a while.
frat!sukuna, who’s absolutely hell bent on finding a way to impress you, sitting next to you during classes, staring at the unimpressed expression on your face with heart-eyes, always lending you cute stationary, just to watch your eyes soften for a split second before—
“what the hell is this sukuna?”
well. if you were going to play hard to get, so be it. sukuna wasn’t deterred at all, the meaner you were to him, the more infatuated he grew. what can he say? he just wants a woman who can put him in his place, and it seems like he found someone who just did.
sorry we back in my flop era but im bringing out my old favs !! @yoonsucks @yorikae
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sukuna and his babies
"what am i to do with you frivolous little creatures?" your husband grunts though there is no real malice behind his words.
if anyone approached sukuna years ago and told him that he'd be wrapped around the fingers of a lover and two children, he would've beat the shit out of them.
but here he is— sprawled out on a large, animal-themed playmate with his two adorably irresistible infant children.
your daughter coos affectionately at her father, small mouth forming a smile. her twin brother copies her actions and raises his limbs to wiggle them in the air. sukuna feels how his heartstrings begin to reluctantly tug. how could he ever be his aloof self when around his own flesh?
"i see you have inherited your mother's sense of humor, towa." he observes as his large fingers pluck your son's foot, causing him to babble in delight. sukuna's attention shifts to your daughter. "as for you, yuwa—"
"am i interrupting a moment with babies and daddy?"
your husband's head immediately snaps towards the direction of your voice. there's a natural, maternal softness illuminating your figure, a glow that draws sukuna towards you. you bend down to pick up your daughter, purring as you kiss her cheek.
"my sweet yuwa," you say before lifting her up to check her diaper. "someone's a little stinky— don't you think, kuna?" you ask, followed by kissy noises to your daughter.
sukuna doesn't answer. he's enamoured by the sight in front of him— you, his darling wife and his precious daughter. what knocks him out of the trance is his son, who delivers a playful kick to his face.
he huffs when he faces his son, eyes narrowing slightly. "only six months of age and you are already plotting against me, towa." your son lets out a mixture of a giggle and babble, causing your husband to bring down his front. "it seems that i am raising you and your sister well."
"da… dada—!" towa blurts out before seemingly clapping his hands and wiggling his legs. both you and sukuna's eyes widden at the sudden action.
sukuna then picks and lifts your son into the air, tossing him up every few seconds. "mind repeating what you just said, towa?" he presses playfully— a rare side of him.
"dada!" your son babbles happily. "dadadadada!"
as if interlinked, your daughter begins to reach her tiny hands out to her father. "d—dada!" yuwa squeals, making grabbing motions with her fingers. you transfer her over to sukuna, who professionally handles the two of them in his arms.
immediately she begins to paw at sukuna's face, to you stifle a giggle and assuringly pat his back. "you've gained a few followers, kuna."
sukuna rolls his eyes. "they know who their 'dada' is."
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asshole!sukuna and his soft spot for shy!girlfriend!reader ༊*·˚ (18+)
asshole!sukuna doesn’t fuck with a lot of people. i mean, when you’re a 6’5, 90 kg guy with bold tattoos littering your entire body, you’re not really trying to attract sociable people. still, the borderline loner had a few exceptions, his frat brothers, a select few professors, and you.
you were the main exception.
asshole!sukuna met you one day at a fundraising event his frat was hosting, a dollar for a slap. girls would line up in front of a long table and choose a guy to hit, then pay a small donation that went towards the rspca. you and your friends were keen to donate, put some of the guys who’d fucked with their feelings in their place, or however they’d phrased it. you were mostly there for the experience, not too in tune with the whole frat fuckboy lore your friends loved to gossip about.
when you arrived, you started to feel really bad. all these guys’ cheeks were raw and red, and despite their cocky smiles, it just couldn’t be all that fun. when it came to your turn, you had to choose a guy, and your eyes drifted to asshole!sukuna. he was the biggest there, had only a slightly red cheek, and looked like he could take a hit.
asshole!sukuna forced a smile when he saw you walk up to him, your head lowered as you shyly handed over a fiver. he accepted with a, “thanks, sweetheart. go ahead.” he leaned down to your level, bracing for impact, but all he felt was a light pat on his stinging cheek.
“the fuck?”
“oh, i’m sorry! i tried to go soft, i—”
“you call that a slap? what, think i can’t handle it?” he scoffs. “slap me again, hun, harder. don’t waste your money.” he leans down again, looking you in the eye to challenge you.
but again, all that comes is a light tap.
“oh, for god— it’s a dollar for a slap, not a dollar for a fuckin’ cheek massage.” he huffs, looking over your expression with an irritated scowl, only to catch that hesitant little frown on your face.