in which you must take your father's place in the army, but keep clashing with the commander you're supposed to fool!
contains: lishang!toji x mulan!reader (YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS ) , toji gets a gay panic, toji isnt chinese so he doesnt fit here at all but idgaf because i said so, slight bondage, straight rawdogging cause captain goes straight to business 😛😛, porn with plot, LOTS of mulan references if you lock in you'd get it, HITTING IN FROM THE BACK 😨
for @jazzthatonewriterchick aint no fairy tale event! im so late but im SO HERE
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It was late.
Too late for the moon to shine, birds starting to chirp in the slightest streams of sunlight. Too early for you to be awake, too early for your local bread vendor to cross your streets.
Too early to have cut your hair and dressed yourself in armour, standing in line with males in a military camp. Too early to force your voice to be deeper, to stand straighter and taller.
Too early to face the scrutinizing gaze of Captain Toji.
Your hair was pulled back as far as it could go, stretching the skin of your forehead uncomfortably into a tight bun at the back of your skull. You were already mourning the loss of the hair you had to cut off, but you definitely couldn't show it on your face.
The Captain had started to walk across all the new recruits, arms behind his back in a way that seemed more intimidating than if he were outright slapping you. If you hadn't wasted time talking to that fuckass tiny dragon, maybe you wouldn't appear as sweaty as you did. Though, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were sweating out of fear of getting caught way more.
"And you are...?" His eyes gave you a once-over, narrowing suspiciously at your smaller frame. You spluttered for a common male name, and nothing came to mind except "Ping."
"You," Toji turned to his assistant, watching him tick off another name. He grabbed the clipboard from him, going through the details of your alleged identity. "It says here that you're supposed to be disabled, Ping."
You get curious looks from around you, but you force yourself to keep your gaze as innocent as possible. Well, as innocent a man could get. "There are a lot of Pings in my village, Captain. I'm pretty sure you're talking about dear old Baker Ping." Well, not exactly a lie, that one. Baker Ping should have stopped baking when he lost vision in both of his eyes a decade ago. You were scared to buy from there again for fear of finding another chest hair in your loaf of bread. "We must have gotten mixed up with another group."
"Mhm," he hummed with much disbelief, but moved along the line to your joy. You felt Mushu snigger in your pocket, and you felt the urge to pick him up and throw him right down the mountain.
"What was that about?" A soldier asked you, under the afternoon sun, while the two of you trained with swords. Honestly, he could pass off as more of a girl than you could with that slim-ass figure. Yes, queen, body goals.
"I'm not sure." You gritted your teeth as you held up your sword against his strike, feeling your arms burn. You hadn't exactly had any time to train before you came here, running off as soon as your parents were asleep or before you could change your mind. Your father would most definitely be angry, but at least he wouldn't have to lose his life. The stubborn man refused to stay at home or hide himself, even after giving half his life to the army already. His leg wasn't going to fix itself, but you could train to become as strong as he once was.
"Fight harder!" Came the Captain's orders from across the field, very much directed towards the two of you. I mean, what did he expect? The both of you were kind of pussies. He was training himself, beating up a recruit's ass mercilessly. Why couldn't he stop multitasking?
"Yes, Captain!" Came the mutual response, the two of you trying to push harder.
You were originally afraid of being an outcast, considering that you were probably the weakest there, but it turned out there were loners just like you. Sitting uncomfortably on the last seat available during dinner, you found yourself near the soldier from earlier, along with two of his friends. One was genuinely shaped like a midget, and you wondered if he passed the height requirement for the army.
Quickly realising that loners could be friends with loners and be loners together, you were now well acquainted with the slim baddie Ling, garden gnome Yao, and the fucking great wall of China. You still weren't sure what his name was, since he whispered under his breath most of the time.
The four of you were the weakest of the group, and Captain Toji constantly reminded you of that. He would pit you against stronger soldiers constantly, watching you fall over and over, struggling to even get up. His dirty looks in your direction only fueled your self-pity and anger towards the man. Why would he put you with someone at such a higher level? As if that would help you get better. It would only break your spirit.
This newfound alliance, however, was quickly destroyed when Mushu decided to butt his snout into business that wasn't his. You were partaking in a totally normal conversation, mind you, with the three of the men, when Mushu started to speak for you. Insults here and there for no reason, and you had started to look schizophrenic with the way you were hitting your pocket.
This ended with you almost getting pumelled by Yao and ending up with zero allies.
"Aw, don't sulk," Mushu poked at your sides, pulling out a notebook from god knows where. The dragon had decided to keep you up that night, even though you were very happy to put your head on a pillow and pass out. "Look what I got for you! Yes, yes, I know, I'm the best and all-"
"Where did you get my diary?" You yelped, grabbing the leather-bound book and pocketing it as quickly as you could, glaring at Mushu. "You little bitch, you went through my room when?"
"I didn't!" He protested. "The elders did! I just carried it along because they told me to! I didn't even read anything!"
"..."
"Okay, so I read the introduction, so what?"
"..." This time, your lucky cricket filled the silence.
"And a little bit of the pages while you were busy training, that's just because I was bored."
"..."
"OKAY FINE I READ THE FULL THING, I'M SORRY-"
Mushu was promptly dunked in the lake after that. You also did not give him the courtesy of drying himself off with your shirt. Instead, you flipped through your small notebook- half the pages were still empty. Maybe now, you'd have something to do instead of wallowing in self-pity.
The next morning, all the soldiers awoke to a callout into the pavilion. You followed groggily, catching sight of the Captain standing near a long, wooden beam. He waited until all the soldiers were in line before slipping off his robe. "You will all assemble here henceforth, at this time sharp."
Your cheeks heated at the sight of his back muscles before remembering you were a man and this was a non-gay-accepting time period, averting your gaze very quickly. You are a man. You are a man.
"Ooo, tough guy," Yao muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the Captain's words. You closed your eyes and pulled the speed face, waiting for him to be banished to the chambers of doom and despair.
"Yao," Captain Toji spoke. He pulled out one of the bows from the stand, aiming an arrow directly at your line. All of you stepped back, leaving Yao open to be incinerated. At the very last second, Toji turned, shooting an arrow to the top of the beam before you could even blink. It wedged itself between the wood with a splintering crack, the end sticking out and glinting in the morning sunrise.
"Soldiers," he shouted over the field. "Your mission is to climb this pole and get that arrow. Yao, thank you for volunteering to go first." He gave a grin to the said garden gnome.
"Oh, I'll do it. And I'll do it with my shirt on," Yao murmured profanities, cracking his knuckles and going to climb the pole before being stopped. "Wait, how could I forget?" The Captain walked up to him, holding out two golden discs. "This one represents strength, and this one represents discipline. You will use these to climb the pole."
Yao's hands fell flat on the ground under the weight. And you suppressed the urge to mutter something yourself. Ah, yes, climb a long pole with circular objects that weigh three times my weight. How innovative.
And it was no surprise when every soldier failed again, and again, and again. While the others were busy trying to do an extra challenge, you were busy trying to survive even the main training. With the bitchass emoji-sized man on your dick for the insults Mushu had spoken, you were continuously sabotaged each training session over and over by Yao and his two goons. Bugs in your shirt, getting tripped over, you name it. It wouldn't have even been that bad if Captain Toji wasn't present every single time, giving you a withering look that had you questioning reality.
You tried to do your part by helping around the troops, cleaning up extra, and using the skills your mother taught you to their full capacity. If she were here now, you would have thrown her a banquet. Every little trick she taught you for cooking, you used for dinners to help the cooks. They seemed to prefer you much more than the other soldiers, especially since you helped them wash the dishes later on. It wasn't like you had anything else to do except fail in training.
Everything you had worked for came crumbling down when Captain Toji approached you one night. He didn't have to say anything. He just had to look at you, arms folded, and your horse at his side.
You already knew what he was saying.
Leave.
It was only a matter of time before your father was discovered, thoughts plaguing your mind as you pulled on the leash of your horse tiredly. You glanced at the camp one more time, trying to figure out how to keep him out of the enlistment, before your eyes fell on the pole. The arrow that stuck out at the top, the weights that lay at the bottom, abandoned.
You tied your horse to one of the wooden posts, approaching the pole. At least, if you were going to leave, let it be after trying the so-called impossible challenge.
Your lucky cricket chirped in dismay as you fell down more than eight times minimum, your muscles screaming at the weight of simply just one disc. If only you could take off your shawl and wrap it around the pole. You would have been able to climb up way faster-
Wait.
You swung the weights around each other curiously, watching the black threads knot together behind the pole. Your face lit up as the sky lit up with the first light of daybreak, pushing yourself up further and further up the pole. Somewhere along the way, you had discarded your shoes, using your bare feet to get a good grip on the wood. When you looked down, you realised that soldiers had been watching you for goodness knows how long, cheering you on loudly.
About to slip, you were pushed forward by only the fact that it would be a public humiliation ritual if you fell down right now. Reaching the top with your core burning, you threw down the arrow with pride.
The shouts had started to heal your broken ego, but nothing could have done more than when you glanced at the ground to see Captain Toji staring up at you. His hands were crossed over his chest, looking down at the arrow before looking back up at you once more with a look far different from before. Sincerity. Impressed.
Pride.
And now that the three chipmunks weren't messing with you, you found that you did far better in the training sessions. You shot arrows with precision, carried the buckets of water with balance you didn't know you had, and fought with sticks till you were topping the ones who had you down just a few weeks ago.
And when you came back to your tent, day after day, you wrote down giddily in your diary how you were the best in the entire troop, and how the Captain had given you a compliment today.
Mushu had simply sat on your shoulders, rolling his eyes at your words. "You like him."
"No," you scribbled down. "I like winning."
Toji was one hundred percent sure he wasn't gay.
That was until you showed up in the army.
Now he was ninety-nine percent sure he wasn't gay.
Surely, all he felt for you was pride? You had been able to best even him in a fight yesterday, and that meant that you were far stronger than you had ever been. It couldn't have been more than happiness at the improvement of one of his students.
Yet, you had such pretty features and looked just like a beautiful girl when the light hit you right. Your laugh may have been boisterous, but there was still a feminine edge to it. What the fuck were you, a femboy? Did femboys even exist in this period?
Toji was fifty percent sure he wasn't gay.
Plus, he had caught you staring at him numerous times this past week. And not in the normal oh my god he's my army captain i'm so scared to fuck up in his prescence look, but as if you were a WOMAN. Which you WEREN'T. This couldn't be good for his mental health.
Toji was twenty five percent sure he wasn't gay.
"Just because I live with men doesn't mean I have to smell like one," you muttered, throwing your clothes over the rock and getting into the lake. The soft moonlight bathed your shoulders, and you could finally let your hair loose. Well, whatever was left of it after you'd cut it off.
Mushu protested. "Girl, they're gonna catch you any moment, and I know there are some things they're bound to notice!"
"Relaaax," you drawled, floating on the water happily and washing yourself off. "Everybody's asleep. Who's going to be out at this ho-"
"Ping?"
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" You grabbed a lilypad from beside you and held it over the water where you were treading. God, why didn't pollution exist in this time era?
"Ah, it is you," the captain sat down on the coast of the lake, sandy spreading out with his weight. "What are you doing out here so late?"
"Oh, nothing, Captain." You deepened your voice as usual. You had never wished in your life to be more flat-chested than you did now. Goddamn everything to hell. This was the worst time for Mushu to be right. "I'm just cleaning myself from today's training."
"Cleaning isn't a word you hear a lot in the army," he chuckled, and you had to pause and blink for a second. Was this the first time you'd heard him laugh?
"Ah, well, my mother always drilled it into me to bathe," you laughed, trying to keep all awkwardness out of your voice.
"I miss getting in the lake, too," he admitted, looking at the water with a hint of wistfulness. "But the duty of a captain means barely any free time." You felt a bit guilty for being in the lake now, seeing as he had probably meant to get in as well. You couldn't have chosen another night to wash up. "I am very grateful for your help around the camp, Ping. You cook well."
"Thank you," you bowed your head slightly, happy at the appreciation. Who knew all it took for some praise was to climb a big, long stick?
"I might as well get in now, don't you think?" He had started to untie his silk pants, and your brain was screaming at you to just go under the water and drown before your trusty three chipmunks heard your bat signal.
For whatever reason, the entire troop had decided that they wanted to have a dip, too. For the price of seeing close to forty naked men jump into a water body you were currently in, you got to escape in the chaos, wrapping a towel around yourself and running behind your horse. Perhaps, after this, he was a goat. (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY)
But all that could plague your mind that night was the sight of the Captain's deft fingers undoing the knot of his pants. What if you'd let him? Surely, before getting executed, you would have been able to see -
Okay. Maybe you liked him.
I mean, who wouldn't like a man constantly shirtless and fighting? The scar at the corner of his mouth that tilted up every time he smirked, the way his hair fell over his forehead when he had it loose from his usual army updo.
A straight man. That's who wouldn't like him. But unfortunately, you were a very, very straight woman when it came to Captain Toji. So much so that one day you almost forgot that you were supposed to be an XY chromosome, walking out without binding your chest tight enough and then rushing back inside as fast as possible.
Okay. You definitely liked him.
But there was nothing you could do about it! Even though he seemed to look at you in a weird way. Maybe, if he were gay, you would have a chance?
No, that would never work. Gay guys needed dicks to suck, something you clearly didn't have.
"Focus." The Captain's voice rang out, snapping you out of your daydream and slapping you down hard with the wooden stick. "What are you doing today, Ping?"
You rubbed your eyes, watching him hold out his hand. You took it hesitantly. "Sorry, Captain."
"Something on your mind?" He asked, his voice gravelly. You shook your head. Something is definitely on my mind.
"Or, something you're hiding?" You choked on your spit, doubling over and cursing when Chien-Po, the apparent Great Wall of China, slapped your back to try and help you. You probably broke one of your vertebrae there.
"N-No, Captain," you choked out, watching his eyes crease at the ends with amusement, tilting his head with a knowing look. "Why would you say that?"
"Oh, nothing," he shrugged, moving past you. His hand brushed against your waist, causing you to flinch. "Just making small talk."
Small talk, your ballsack. Captain Toji never did small talk. About to go overthink, he turned back to you once more. "And, Ping?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"I hope you know that the soldiers weren't allowed to carry leather notebooks in this troop."
You sat back down on the ground in horror, Mushu giving a small "oops" from wherever he was in your clothes, and Cri-Kee giving you an awkward backtrack of doom.
Oh no. Oh no.
You ran back to your tent when your legs finally got feeling back, checking underneath your pillow and feeling horror settle in your stomach. Your diary was gone, and Mushu was standing like a guilty cat near your blanket.
"Mushu," you growled, dread filling your face and heart and lungs and you were going to get executed, weren't you? This was your last day, and he was toying with you. You were committing treason by doing this, after all.
"MUSHU!" You exclaimed, catching the traitor by his tail and dangling him upside down. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"NOTHING!" He tried to hide his face. "I was just reading your latest entry outside, and then that wretched captain came up, so I had to hide myself, but I forgot to take the book with me and-"
You sat down on your blanket, holding the pillow to your face and screaming loudly. This was it. This was the end. You couldn't believe that you were going to die before your troops even got to go to war.
Toji himself was very, very relieved after reading through the suspicious notebook. First, very flattered by the way you wrote about his compliments in detail, and second, very relieved that he was not imagining things.
Toji was one hundred percent sure that he wasn't gay.
The next evening, you were called to Captain Toji's office.
"Strip."
That was the first order you received. "I'm sorry?"
"Do you have a problem?" He tilted his head. "Surely, we're both men here. It shouldn't be anything new for me to see."
You paused, hands hovering over your robes. Shit, you should have worn armor and come. It would have given you an extra few minutes of life.
"Captain, I-"
"Strip."
You sighed, removing the ribbon of your robes as slowly as you could. You slipped the material off your shoulders, leaving you in your pants and your tight, tight binding on your chest.
Toji raised an eyebrow, and you took off your pants as well, sullenly. He opened his mouth, though you knew he was just asking for the sake of it: "Why is your chest wrapped?"
Well, if you were going to go out, at least you could go out with a bang. You didn't see the need to talk to your captain with respect now that you were going to die.
"I'm a woman; that's why," you snapped. "Do you need me to unwrap this, too?" You pulled at the bandages on your chest.
"I mean, by all means, go ahead," He shrugged, causing your cheeks to heat up. "But before you strip-tease, I would like to know the reason a woman would want to join an army."
"I needed to protect my father," you tried to explain yourself, purposefully ignoring his previous comment. You watched him get up from his seat, stalking towards you. "He was injured. He could not have possibly fought this war."
"Do you think there are no other men here who may be injured?" He asked curiously, eyes raking over you. "Do you think that in all of the troops, there are men of different ages and builds, still willing to serve the army?"
"I don't care about the other men over here," you growled. "My duty is to my heart and my family."
"Interesting." He had started to circle around you, like an eagle watching a rat. "Do you know why I did not execute you on the spot after I went through your diary, Ping? Though I must say, that's not an appropriate name to use anymore. What should I call you, soldier?"
You spoke your name, and he repeated it, committing it to memory. "Why do you think I have not executed you yet?" He repeated his question.
"I honestly think it's just to humiliate me," you admitted under your breath, picking at the binding.
"Now why would I humiliate my best soldier?" You could hear the cocky amusement in his voice, making your skin burn. He was currently behind you, so you couldn't even see his expression.
"Because your best soldier has a vagina."
"No," he said evenly, and you startled at the touch of his fingertips at your ribs. "That is precisely the opposite reason."
"...What?"
He spun you around to face him, untying your hair from the bun you had kept it up in. "Do you know what men miss in the army the most?" He purred, fingers spinning the ribbon around.
"Freedom?" You guessed weakly.
"Women." He tossed the ribbon somewhere onto his floor mattress. "And you are no exception to the category."
You opened your mouth to fight with some sort of insult against his supposed sexism when he shut you up by trailing his fingers down the column of your neck. "Not only can you cook and clean, but you can also fight and wield with might. You already prove my father's biases wrong the moment you stepped foot in this troop."
Your ears started to turn red with both his words and his proximity. His hands had stopped at your collarbones, but seeing that you hadn't moved away, he inched lower. With the speed he was moving at, he was giving you every chance to turn and flee from his tent.
"But surely, there can't be no reprimand for this action," Toji murmured, starting to peel off your binding carefully. "What do you think, soldier? What punishment do you think you deserve?"
Which is how you found yourself in a dark tent with your captain on top of you.
Now, where could you even start? The part where his candle flickered out? The part where you were ecstatic that you didn't have to be gay to kiss him? The part where he used his tongue to pull you apart in ways you didn't even know were possible? Or the part where he was currently drilling into you?
Okay, let's start with that.
Considering the fact that you had come from an orthodox village, your freak was already off the charts if you asked the elders. But you were still a virgin, so it was quite nice for Toji to push in as slowly as he could. You had bitten onto his arm in pain, holding on for dear life as he stretched you out with a cock you weren't sure even your horse had. You'd asked him to move as slowly as he could, and he complied, though you could see that it pained him to do so.
That was, until you'd started to squeeze so hard he thought you were going to milk him dry. He'd had to place one of his big hands over your mouth to suppress your sinful noises, flipping you onto your front so he could press your head into the pillows when even that couldn't stop your moans.
Your back was in the meanest arch, and even then you knew he was going easy on you. His thrusts may have been deep, but they weren't as fast as he could have gone. His restraint was showing, especially with the way his grip on your hair tightened with each passing moment.
He leaned forward till you could feel him press against your back, hips pummeling into you in ways that made you see stars. Shit, if you were going to fucked like this everytime your cross-dressed, you would have done it fucking ages ago. "Stop thrashing, brat."
Your arms had been clawing at his blankets for the last few minutes, unable to do anything in this position but arch and take every inch. Every time you tried to move, he would push your back down further. "I'm trying," you slurred. You swore you had drooled somewhere in the middle; you were so fucked out.
"Tch." Before you knew it, he'd grabbed the ribbon that was in your hair just half an hour ago and was now bound around your hands. You winced as he pulled them behind your back, using your arms as leverage to drill further in, if it was even possible. How did he manage to tie the ribbon so fast? How did he even find the ribbon in the dark?
"Stop moving away," he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Your thighs had already become numb- you'd cum at least three times already. "If bad girls deserve punishments, they have to take them."
You kept your mouth shut, burrowing into the pillows once more before you felt a sharp sting on your ass. You yelped, turning your head around as far back as it could go.
"I don't think silence is the correct answer, soldier."
"Y-Yes, Captain." Your words were punctuated with whimpers, and he smushed your face into the pillows once more to smother them. You felt another familiar coil in your stomach tighten, letting the pleasure wash over you without trying to fight it. You squeezed around his length so tight that he cursed into your shoulder, cumming with stars in your vision.
"Fuck, don't squeeze on me like that." He'd started to go faster, licking up a long stripe from the middle of your spine to your neck, making you shudder. "Turn around, turn around right now."
As if you could turn around yourself. You were like a rag doll right now, completely blissed out and at his mercy. He flipped you over himself, kissing you messily as you creamed around his cock. You could feel the slight roughness in his lips where the scar passed through, and you tried to nip on it clumsily. The action seemed to throw him over the edge, and he pulled out as fast as he could before you felt warm sprays all over your stomach and inner thighs. He let out a downright pornographic moan, and it was your turn to reach up in horror and cover his mouth.
His fist clenched around the base of his cock, leaving more messy ropes of seed over your stomach, some even reaching your breasts. He collapsed next to you as you reached a finger down to lick up a bit, scrunching your face at the salty taste.
He laughed at your reaction, using your discarded robe to wipe off the sweat and the cum lazily, before blindly reaching for the blanket with his feet. You assumed you were supposed to go back to your tent now, but if he was the one putting the blanket on you, surely he didn't mind?
"So, soldier, do you want to keep this job?"
You waited until your breathing evened out, using your brain to connect dots. You turned to face him on your side. "I want a law stating that women can join the army."
"I'll send a request to the General."
"Same time next week?" A giddy smile passed through your expression. Well, well, well, look who got stuck on the bait.
"As if." He growled, pulling the blanket up until it covered you up to your nose. "Same time tomorrow."
a/n: mulan my love my favourite i love mulan mulan is my childhood mulan is my soul nothing can ever make me hate mulan i love you mulan
S Y N O P S I S ... toji is convinced that youre obsessed with choso and doesn't realize how obvious he's being about his jealousy. too bad he doesn't realize the feelings are mutual. and too bad he's taking out his jealousy on poor choso (send help ( ._. )"" )
A U T H O R ' S N O T E ... upon anon req! sorry if it's a little ooc, i don't write for toji often and as usual, she is not proofread ;( still! i hope you enjoyy w/c 1.5k
creds! dividers by cursed-carmine, pictures and art from pinterest!!
taglist! @iwouldbesopleased @snooki-doodle
"yo toji, do you know where-"
"no idea."
toji walks out of the kitchen the second choso comes in and everyone hears the way the former slams his door. choso sweat drops as he looks to gojo and geto for any clarity. "did i do something?"
gojo and geto, who were sitting at the table enjoying cereal, only shrug; both as equally confused as choso. "did u lace his shit or something?" gojo asks, mouth full of cereal and practically spraying it everywhere, causing geto to reprimand him. "don't speak with your mouth full, idiot." gojo merely ignores him and continues to speak as he eats, "shut up, mom."
choso ignores their regular bickering and answers, "he hasn't gotten anything from me in a while, actually."
geto suggests, "maybe it's just one of those moods. y'know how he gets."
the three of them try to shrug it off, oblivious to the real reasoning behind toji's sour mood. toji has always made it a habit to keep an eye on you, especially at parties, and from his observations, he has come to the conclusion that you have the biggest, fattest, most annoying crush on choso. everytime you were at parties with him, you always asked if choso was going to be there; "where's choso?" "do y'know if choso's coming?" "i need to ask choso something!"
in truth, you only ever asked for choso because recently, you had started helping him out with his selling. especially win finals were beating everyone's ass, more and more people wanted something to take the edge of. he was the most well known source on campus so it was only natural he had more people but he could not keep up with the orders, or really anything, for the life of him. so you helped him track everything and whatnot. plus, choso gave you freebies in return so it was a win-win!
honestly, if you weren't as cute as you were, toji would've found you infinetly more annoying. and as much as he wants to hate you, he knows he can't fault you for some crush on his friend.
so instead, he'll hate choso.
it started out as little things, such as trying to avoid him. but eventually, his jealousy and resentment festered into something harsher, and even more annoying to deal with for the frat. and especially for choso.
"listen man," choso starts, "i don't know what i did for you to act like this but this shit's getting old. what the hell did i do to you?"
"not a damn thing," toji practically spits out. on his way out of the frat house, he purposely bumped his shoulder against choso's, causing the latter to falter slightly before toji leaves, letting the door slam behind him.
choso curses under his breath in annoyance before falling onto the couch in exhaustion. it had been more than two weeks of this behavior and toji still won't tell anyone anything about why he suddenly hated choso's entire being. sukuna walks into the living room after hearing the loud slam. he sees choso sprawled on the couch in exasperation and puts the pieces together.
"toji again?" sukuna asks. choso only grunts out a response before he fumbles around in his pocket for a pre-roll and lighter. placing the stick in his mouth, he fights with his lighter until sukuna comes up to him and lights it for him with his own lighter. choso mumbles a "thanks" and inhales before blowing the cloud of smoke away from sukuna.
"and you're sure you didn't lace his shit?" sukuna jokes.
"i wish i had," choso grumbles, already fed up with the entire situation.
"y'know if him and yn broke up or something?" sukuna asks, taking a seat on the couch as well.
"didn't even know they were dating. where'd you get that from?"
"maybe they aren't then. you would think with the way toji eyeballs her during parties that he's made it official by now," sukuna replies. "but she's probably your best bet to getting to the bottom of this. he's pretty much obsessed with the girl so maybe he told her why he's soo pissed at you."
choso looks almost shocked that sukuna's plan was actually kind of good. "y'know if she's coming to party tonight?"
"should be, she never misses these parties," sukuna says.
just as they thought, you show up at the party fashionably late and all dolled up. you greet all of your friends and was about to head over to toji, who you saw towering over the crowd of people in the distance, before choso approaches you.
from toji's perspective, choso is yet again cock-block of the year. he was standing a fair distance from you with sukuna with choso blocks his view of you and pulls you out of the crowd and, ultimately, away from him. toji grips the can of beer harder, enough for the crinkle of the metal to be heard. sukuna, who saw the entire thing and the way toji reacted merely chuckled before taking a swig of his own drink. so that's what this is about, sukuna thinks to himself.
"why don't you just talk to her," sukuna offers. "you haven't seen her in a while right?"
toji is gruff in his response, "exam season's a bitch. she's had back to back finals so i haven't had a chance."
"here's your chance then, romeo," sukuna laughs, elbowing his friend and urging him to catch up to you. "yn and choso are just friends. i think everyone but you knows that she has a crush on you."
"shut up, man," toji says in annoyance, chugging the remainder of his drink.
"it's true. in fact, im so certain that you should go and tell her everything. and give choso a break, damn. i haven't seen that guy so stressed out since his kid brother got shipped off to that charter school."
the two laugh at the memory, it was a while ago when choso found out that yuji itadori was getting sent to some technical school for highschool. choso seriously thought he was never going to see him again since it was some fancy abroad program. poor guy was practically pulling his hair out in stress.
in truth, toji felt bad about the whole thing. choso was one of his closest friends and he knows it was petty of him to be going to such lengths just because of some wack hypothesis. as much as he hates to admit it, sukuna was right. he hands his friend his empty can before heading off to the direction you went it. toji was going to apologize to choso but first, he was going to ask you out on a real date.
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choso pulls you to the back patio where it was more quiet, with only a few people out there but there was still music playing so no one could hear your conversation.
"hey cho! what's up?" you ask.
"have you talked to toji recently?" choso begins, "has he told you anything about me?"
you hum in thought, "in all honesty, i haven't seen him in a while. our schedules havent been lining up recently. but why do you ask? did something happen between the two of you?"
choso lets out a sigh, "i wish i knew. the past two weeks he's just been on my dick for no reason."
you can't help but giggle at that, "well that does sound like him."
the dark haired male shakes his head. "this is different than those times," he disagrees. "he's like, actually pissed off at me. usually whenever he gets like this, he's over it within a few days. but it's been going on like this for way too long for it to be something simple."
this catches your attention; yes, toji had his moods and would often just ignore it before it ultimately fizzled out and he was back to normal. but more often than not, these little mood swings of his would last no more than a couple days. it was unlike him to ignore one of his closest friends like this.
"i'll go find him and see if i can get to the bottom of this for you, cho," you tell him. choso visibly relaxes in relief and pulls you into a hug in grattitude. you return it easily and rub his back, reassuring him that this would blow over. from your position, you looked up to see toji a good few feet away with an unreadable look on his face. you pull away from choso with a smile and go to wave toji down only for him to turn away with such a furious look it almost made you flinch. choso turns around just in time to see toji rushing off and he also pieces the entire situation together. he drags his hands down his face in frustration just as you excuse yourself to go hunt down toji.
you push and shove past the sea of bodies trying to find toji. by the time the crowd parts just enough for you to squeeze through, you see toji at the makeshift bar making out with a girl. you don't know why your chest hurts to see the way he grips her waist and pulls her even closer. you had no claim on him, you knew this. but some part you—some stupid, idiotic part— had thought that you would be fine with that. you could have toji even if it wasn't officially. though, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, the ache in your chest just wouldn't fade away.
ta-daaa omg first toji fic,, how do we like (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
edit!! alright party people part two is out :DD read her here!!
18+—The bedroom door slams so hard the cheap frat-house posters flutter like they’re trying to escape.
“You’re such a fucking child, Toji,” you spit, still in your coat, keys dangling from white-knuckled fingers. “You think I’m gonna sit there and watch you flirt with every sorority girl who breathes near you just because you bought me one overpriced drink?”
He’s already yanking his hoodie over his head, black hair a mess. “You’re mad because I talked to people? Jesus Christ, you’re exhausting.”
“People,” you mock, stepping closer even though every instinct screams danger. “You had your hand on her lower back for half the night. Don’t play dumb you wanted me to see it!?”
Toji crowds you instantly, broad chest forcing you back until your spine hits the door. The wood rattles.
“Maybe I did,” he says.“Maybe I wanted to see how long it’d take before you stormed over here and acted like you own me.”
“I don’t own you. I just don’t share!”
“Bullshit. You love sharing me as long as it’s on your terms.” He laughs through his yell
You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your jaw
“Say it” he murmurs. “Tell me you don’t want me fucking other girls while you’re still dripping on my cock every night.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah,” he growls, mouth crashing against yours.
You bite his lip. He hisses, retaliates by shoving your coat off your shoulders and ripping your shirt up over your head in one brutal yank. Buttons scatter across the floor.
“You’re such a possessive little bitch,” he snarls against your throat, teeth scraping. “Acting like I’m not allowed to look at anyone else when you’re the one who keeps saying we’re ‘just fucking.’”
You claw at his back, nails digging through cotton. “Because you make it impossible to be anything else when you act like a slut in front of half the campus!”
He laughs again spinning you around, chest to the door, your cheek pressed to chipped paint. One hand pins both your wrists above your head. The other pushes your skirt up to your waist.
“Keep talking,” he says, yanking your panties to the side. “Love when you’re mad and still this fucking wet.”
Two thick fingers shove inside without warning. You choke on a moan.
“See?” He curls them viciously. “Your pussy doesn’t give a shit about your pride. She’s crying for me anyway.”
“Shut—up—” you gasp, hips jerking back despite yourself.
He pulls his fingers out, smears them across your lips. “Taste how much you hate me.”
You suck them clean just to spite him.Toji groans low in his throat. The sound of his zipper is loud in the quiet room.
“You want me to stop?” he asks, dragging the fat head of his cock through your folds. “Say the word and I’ll go back downstairs. Plenty of girls who don’t scream at me before they come.”
You slam your hips back, trying to force him inside. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He snaps forward burying himself into your cunt. your vision whites out for a second.“Fuck! Toji wait!-“
“Still wanna argue?” He pulls almost all the way out, slowly pushing himself into your plush walls “Go on. Tell me how much you hate me while I’m balls deep.”
“You’re an asshole!” Each word is punched out of you by his thrusts. “Ugh! Fuck!” your head bobbing from how hard he was fucking you
“You knew exactly what you were doing—”
He wraps your hair around his fist, yanks your head back so he can speak against your ear. “And you still came running the second you saw it. Still spread your legs for me. Still clenching like you’re trying to keep me here forever.”
His free hand finds your clit, rubs messy, mean circles. “Say it. Say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck—you!”
He stops moving. Just stays buried in your cunt throbbing, letting you feel every inch of his dick while his fingers slow to torturous teasing
“Say. It.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m yours!Toji I’m yours—don’t stop—”
The door rattles with every obscene thing you’re doing against it. You’re loud—way too loud for a house full of drunk idiots.
“You don’t get to flirt with anyone else,” you gasp between moans. “You don’t get to touch anyone—else but me!”
He bites down on your shoulder when he cums, flooding you so deep you feel it in your stomach. The sensation tips you over, you shatter around him, nails scraping wood, crying his name
He doesn’t pull out right away.
Just keeps you pinned there, breathing hard against your neck, cock still twitching inside you.
You find two (very hot) saviours to act as your boyfriends.
Frat Au Toji x Reader x Sukuna
cw: fem!reader, bitchass ex Naoya, frat party, alcohol, SMUT, threesome, mean Suku, mean Toji, cursing, degrading, biting, riding, spitroast, blowjob, rough sx, creampie, dp, d in p, not proofread
You really didn't want to go in the first place. Like... not at all.
But your bestie Shoko had finally dragged you out of your cramped dorm room to go and live a little.
Frat president Gojo was throwing another wild weekend party at their fraternity house.
Shoko had put you in an outfit you couldn't even think you could pull off. Makeup done by her too, a bit more than you'd ever do, but it was perfect for a party. That's what Shoko had said anyways.
♪ Girl drop it to the floor ♪
♪ I love the way your booty goooooooooo ♪
Some frat party classics were busting out everyones eardrums, the bass shaking the lined up solo cups on the ping pong table people were playing beer pong on.
You were standing near Shoko, but were trying to distance yourself, nursing some jungle juice.
She was currently making out with Utahime- and you did not want to stand and watch. (this time)
You were a good friend and didn't want to ruin her hookup, finally walking away to go find something interesting to do or somewhere to hide. You couldn't decide yet, the alcohol in your cup wasn't hitting yet too.
"If it isn't myyy bitch."
That tone, those slurred words. You could feel the hairs standing up on your neck.
Just ignore him.
Ignore hi-
"I'm speaking to you, woman. Should be thankful!"
Naoya...
Man, maybe staying to cuck Shoko and her girl might've been better.
You turned your head, finally giving him a look.
The same as usual, a way too cocky grin, hands on his hips and chin tilted up too high.
"I'm not your bitch... and you shouldn't be speaking to me. We ended things months ago." You sighed out, trying not to throw the drink in his face.
"Awww.... cmon, doll. You know you stilll want this." he motioned to himself with a hand.
You cringed.
You definetly had not ended on good terms, not only was he insufferable but he had cheated on you.
Someone across the room called Naoya, his attention turned to one of his bros wanting to play body shots with some girls.
While he had turned his head to yell across the music, you were gone.
Scurrying past a few dancers and getting to the back door.
Maybe fresh air could save you from him.
Not really.
The air was fresh for a second and then a plume of ciggy smoke was blown in your face.
You spluttered, stopping your gait. Now stood on the back porch, being chuckled and smirked at by two... big...big? oh... beefy- tall guys.
Toji and Sukuna. Sharing some cigarette.
They were bad news. In general.
You looked up at them. Your face looking a bit dumb as gears turned in your head. Wait...
"You good?" The black haired one asked you, a smirk tugging up a scarred mouth.
"Nah, she looks like she's about to say somethin' stupid as hell." The pink haired one laughed, making fun of you, about to blow some more smoke your way.
"You have to help me!" You suddenly got out, reaching your free hand to grab onto Toji's forearm.
You pulled your best "damsel in distress face", a pout and round doe eyes.
The two, obviously got startled by your sudden pleading.
"The hell? We ain't helping shit." Sukuna made a pout to mock yours.
"Nah hold on, help with what?" Toji asked, not pushing your hand away. Maybe he was the nicer of the two-
"Could you be my boyfriends?"
The two burst out laughing, the loud cackling hyena kind.
Sukuna punched Toji's arm, the cig being dropped and put out. "I told you we aren't helpin! Why'd you let her talk?" He roared, red eyes looking down at you, way too amused.
Toji's chest and shoulders were shaking while a deep laugh left him, green irises not leaving your dumb little face. "Nah nah... stop, let her explain, dumbass. This is why no girls talk with you." Toji elbowed Sukuna back for the punch.
The pink haired one grunted a bit, but rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles bulging, veins protruding a bit. So biteable...
"Please! Naoya is out to get me- Just for tonight, help me get him off my ass." You whined a bit, the hand on Toji's forearm not helping itself and your fingers lightly rubbed his skin, feeling the strenght.
Now that got their attention.
"Zen'in? Oh man, isn't he your cousin, Ji?"
"Don't associate me with that bum." Toji shook his head a bit. He pulled your wrist away from his forearm and shoved it into Sukuna's abs instead, as if passing you to be his problem.
Sukuna just gave you a look before focusing back on Toji, not really caring.
You palm was flat on his stomach- the black wife beater tank not hiding any of the definition there. Your cheeks were getting flushed and not from what was in your cup.
"Please- i'll do anything, just-" You were about to beg some more. But then the bleached blonde man was shoving the back door open, looking pissed off.
"There you are! You thought our conversation was over?" He slurred out, clearly having a few more shots in his system, a hand already reaching for you.
A tattooed arm curled around your waist, a large palm over your tummy, making you stumble back into a warm, sturdy chest.
"Yo, Naoya." Toji grinned back to the drunk one, shifting to lean closer to you.
Sukuna just glared, looking like a possessive bastard all of a sudden. As if he wasn't the one about to shoo you away.
"Toji! Oh- hi Toji!" Naoya looked like he perked up, as if a puppy seeing his favourite thing in the world.
"You got some buisness with our girl?" Toji asked, as if you had been their girlfriend forever.
Sukuna had let up a bit, but still kept you close. "You do know she's ours now, right, Zen'in?"
Naoya paused, finally not only giving attention to Toji.
You, tucked in Ryomen's chest, Toji leaning against you and the pink haired one. He was bamboozled.
"...Our?"
"Yes, our. Are you deaf?" Toji deadpanned.
"What the hell? How does that work? You dump me to go to my cousin? And you're such a greedy bitch that you need two of them? What even is this? Women can't have more than one boyfriend!" The blonde accused, pointing a finger right at you.
You frowned, reaching a hand to hold Toji's bicep, showing that you three were comfortable in touching one another.
"It's called being polyamorus, dickwad."
"The fuck does that even mean?!" His voice broke.
Was he tearing up?
"I hate you! And you too!!!!" He sniffled, pointing to you and his cousin, turning his heel and rushing back inside.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You can let go now..." You mumbled to Sukuna. But you weren't exatly letting go of Toji too.
The pink haired one looked down at you, the hand on your stomach sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back.
The view was great.
Both of them smirking down at you.
"You said you'd do anything?"
♪ Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time ♪
♪ At the same damn time, at the same damn time ♪
The bass from the speakers and the cheers of people yelling downstairs were muffled by the sounds of gasping and lewd moans.
In some abandoned bedroom, you found yourself sandwiched, trying to make out with the both of them at the same time, lips not even knowing who was trying to shove their tongue down your throat this time.
Toji was behind you, you sat on his lap, rough hands pushing your shirt off, another pair was grabbing into your ass, fingers greedy while trying to get to feel all over.
"Mmm, she wet already?" Sukuna asked, his mouth moving down to lick and kiss at your jaw and neck, canines trying to dig into your skin, hands too busy with your ass to check your front.
One of Toji's hands went under your shirt, shamelessly tugging your bra down to cup one of your tits, the other large palm touched all over your tummy before dipping between your legs, rubbing you between your pants. "Donno... but by the way she's squirmin' i think she is."
You gasped out a name, a mix of both of theirs, not sure who to call to while your thights tried to squeeze Toji's arm.
You were dripping. Panties soaked, surpised how it hadn't seeped trough your jeans.
Your own hands were hugging Sukuna, nails digging into his back. Both of them were shirtless, making you feel like your temperature went up just by their body heat.
Sukuna watched Toji's hands, lowering himself a bit more, your top being pushed up and over your head, bra roughly unhooked and tossed somewhere- annnd Sukuna was biting and sucking on the other tit, moaning around it just from the feel of the stiffened bud.
"You look like a baby tryna get some milk-" Toji laughed, applying more pressure between your legs, finding your clit just by the sounds you made once he rubbed higher up.
Sukuna groaned, biting your tit in response.
You were manhandled by the both of them. Heaven. Not even having to think while they did all the work.
Currently you were still on Toji's lap- but with a fattt, mean cock stuffing your drooly cunt. Your syrupy arousal dripping down it and onto his skin. The black haired one was driving it up inside of you, lifting you up and down by the hips to meet his pelvis, his arms strong enough to do it effortlessly.
Not like you could even protest- another hole, your mouth being fucked into by Sukuna, the pink pubic hair of his tickling your nose while he bottomed out. The girthy thing barely squeezed down your throat, heavy balls slapping at your chin every time he moved. And you were drooling around it too, eyes rolled back every now and then.
"Every time you fuck into her, her throat gets all tight... shit..."
"Haah... says you- you should feel how her pussy clenches when you move."
"I bet she's happy, right, slut?" Sukuna grinned down at you, giving you a light smack to the cheek so you'd make eye contact.
You tried to nod, but his hand pushed your head back down, wanting to hear you choke again.
"Fuck- don't be so mean to 'er... it's making her cunt wetter. I don't wanna blow my load yet..." Toji almost whimpered out, but covered it up with a groan, a hand pulling away from your hip to slap a handprint on your ass.
You let out a high pitched whine around Sukuna, tears dotting in your lash line.
They switched before any of you got to cum.
You were bent over, a tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while Sukuna was leaning over you, making sure to keep his thrusts short and rude, not giving you any time to breathe.
You were sloppily making out with Toji, a hand trying to jerk him off but the way the pink haired one was bullying your cervix- you kept getting distracted, moaning into Toji's mouth instead of working.
The black haired one got a bit annoyed, biting your bottom lip and fisting your hair, forcing you to fully bend down, face against a twitching cock.
And then again.
"Ryo, you sure she can take it?"
"Look at her expression and tell me she can't." Sukuna had gripped your face in his hand, it almost covering all of it.
You were sitting on top of both of them, eyes rolling back once some fingers found their way into your mouth, making you suck on them. Maybe to distract you-
You were still trying to slowly bounce on whoever's dick was buried inside but then another one tried to join.
Your nose scrunched up, whining around the digits and trying to move away.
Toji cooed, holding you down with his hands, thumbs rubbing into your hips to try and soothe you. "Cmon, you can handle it."
Sukuna just snorted, shoving the fingers deeper down your throat. As if it hadn't been fucked raw already.
And another wayyyy above average cock was sliding its way inside.
It felt like you were being split open- maybe because you were, helplessly crying around the fingers in your mouth.
Oh... oh this was. Way too good.
The initial stretch and pain was forgotten once they started to move. One after the other, one pulled out but another was immediately moving up and anadnanddd.... your mind was scrambled. The way your puffy pussy was being spread in every way, hands all over you...
Babbling nothings while your eyes were shut, hands holding on to god knows who's arms right now.
The room was filled with silent grunts and mewls, the heavy smell of sweat and sex. Sorry to the owner.
Sukuna and Toji were silent on the most part, either too focused on keeping up the pace or the feeling of rubbing together and velvety walls wrapped around them was too much. Who knew.
All you knew is that you could never be fucked his good by Naoya.
Being stuffed full of two cocks... and their cum was like you had ascended to somewhere beyond. So blissed out you didn't even clock your orgasm.
They did though.
You were out of it, cuddled up between two warm walls, bundled up in two pairs of arms that could crush your skull if you asked. Cum was definitely oozing out of you. But nobody really cared.
You were slowly passing out, drool still dribbling out of the corner of your mouth on someone's skin.
"She's cute." Toji murmured, behind you, hands sliding up and down your tummy, caressing your flushed and lightly bruised skin.
"You say that now?" Sukuna rolled his eyes, a bit more exhausted. He was holding your head against his chest, the other hand rubbing your back.
"You think she'll want to be ours after she wakes up?"
"That weird poly thought stuck in your head huh, Ji?"
The door suddenly swung open, a flustered gojo-looking guy standing in the doorway. The music from the first floor flooding in.
By the way he looked flustered and winded... had he been jerking off behind the door?
Sukuna lifted his head, glaring over to the guy. "The fuck you want? Kinda busy."
"E..erm... this is my room..."
Nobody had even looked at the decor- anime figures and posters all over, books in piles around the bed and desk.
Gojo had some sort of nerd twin?
Yoon's notes: OOHMYGOODD
For the lovely: @mshkcdies @cherrychoso <3 I HOPE U LIKE ITTT
art: youka.i on tiktok, sso_s__ on twt (?), idk who the artist is for suku help
"You're not my boyfriend." Try telling Ryomen Sukuna that when another man gets a little too close.
A/N: you aint my boyfriend and i aint your girlfriend 🤨 if u couldnt tell, this was inspired by boyfriend by ari and social house ✌️😗 this is also an old fic i dug out 🚬 anyways exams have been fucking me raw lately and not in a fun way. i should be out here bussing it down at the club, getting lit, making questionable decisions. instead im bussing it down with textbooks and practice exams. tragic. devastating, even. it's okay though, bc i got bts tickets 😛
Art: @/pattyi.i on insta <3
Sukuna never asked for a commitment. Somehow, the arrangement just fell into place anyway. It started with small things: late night texts, showing up without warning, and a heavy black leather jacket tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there.
Your phone buzzed softly against the counter.
you home.
No greeting, no question mark—just the absolute assumption of an open door.
yeah.
Three dots appeared instantly.
open up.
A heavy knock followed seconds later.
"Geez. No 'please' or anything" you mumbled, tossing your phone back onto the counter.
Opening the door revealed Ryomen Sukuna leaning against the frame as if he’d been waiting all night. A familiar presence filled the doorway before he even spoke, the air growing heavy with his warm, spicy cologne. Red eyes flicked down, assessing the view. “Thought you were asleep.”
“Bruh, you literally just texted me.”
He hummed, brushing past without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingered briefly on the small of your back, pressing just enough to claim the space before letting go. You shut the door behind him. “You’re going to start paying rent at this point." Sukuna stretched out on your couch, arms draped lazily across the cushions with a smirk. “You’d miss me.” An eye roll was the only response you gave him, but neither side pushed the argument.
Weeks passed in a blur of late nights and shared silences. A heavy hand would rest on your waist during trips around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip and teasingly lingering during the morning coffee brew. On walks together, he closed the distance entirely, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans. No matter how many times that hand was swatted away with a muttered, “People are going to think we’re dating” the pink haired man just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly planted against ur ass. He always stood slightly behind or beside you, a silent declaration: I’m here.
Sometimes he waited after lectures, leaning against the campus gate with a lazy, half smirk, arms crossed as the crowd filtered past. Spotting him always made your stomach twist, knowing he’d been waiting long before the dismissal bell. His gaze would lock on, serving as a quiet warning to anyone walking too close.
Nights were spent sharing the couch and stealing blankets, half tangled around his large frame while the remaining fabric barely covered your lap. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, a hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thigh—never intrusive, but entirely claiming the space. When he relaxed completely, your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the sharp lines along his face and chest. Each mark felt almost magnetic under the skin. He would hum low, letting the attention slide, a thumb occasionally brushing your wrist to claim the movement. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your fingertips, a slight smirk evident in the way he adjusted his posture to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.
There were nights spent falling asleep in his bed after an argument left unfinished—bodies pressed tight, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other mornings started tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt before fully waking up. His hand would curl around your wrist, a thumb tracing small, slow circles. The habits became second nature to notice: how he leaned a fraction closer when a stranger got too near. The amused smirk whenever a tease was thrown back at him. The trademark "tch" or scoff of annoyance that left his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours in the early mornings, claiming the first minutes of the day. Playing the thief with a tilted head and a lazy, "Oops, that's my spot now" daring an argument.
Almost like a couple. But without labels or promises, the unresolved tension grew nearly unbearable.
Tonight, gojo's house was packed. The bass vibrated faintly through the floorboards, drowning out the roar of the crowded room. People moved in a blur of red cups and loud laughter.
Pausing near the entrance to scan the room, your eyes landed across the living room. Sukuna leaned against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A few girls crowded his space, laughing a little too loudly at whatever he’d just muttered. One girl rested a hand on tattooed arm. Another leaned in close, fingers brushing his shoulder. He let them.
Your jaw tightened.
His eyes found yours instantly, as if he’d known the exact second you walked through the door. The crowd seemed to fade under his direct stare. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watched. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, waiting to see the reaction. The girl beside him kept talking, her fingers resting on his arm, tracing the very same tattoos you usually spent hours mapping out. Sukuna didn’t move away. He just looked on—unbothered and thoroughly amused.
Typical.
Turning away before he could read anything else on your face, you made a beeline for the kitchen. A quick adjustment was made to the hem of the mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at the hips. Gold open toe heels clicked softly against the floorboards, gold hoops swaying with the quick tilt of your head. The reflective surface of the fridge offered a quick glimpse—makeup intact, shoulders tense, face slightly flushed from the scene in the living room. Pulling the door open, the cool light spilled out as you grabbed a drink.
“Careful with that one” a voice warned.
Turning around revealed a guy leaning against the counter, sporting a charming smile. “Trust me. It’s stronger than it looks.”
A small laugh escaped you. “I’ll take my chances.”
The guy laughed, stepping a bit closer to be heard over the booming music. “So… what brings you here alone?”
A shrug followed. “Just needed a drink and a break from… life.”
His smirk widened. “I get that. Same here.”
The conversation began to flow more freely, a genuine laugh sparking at a joke he made. It felt easy. The guy leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, you’ve got this energy. Makes people really want to talk to you.”
A smile crept up, a sudden flutter stirring in your chest—until a familiar scent hit the air. Warm, spicy, and impossible to ignore. The exact aroma that lingered on your clothes every time he pulled you in.
Sukuna.
A heavy pair of arms slid around your waist from behind. His broad chest pressed flush against your back, almost swallowing you as he pulled you back. One hand settled flat against your stomach while the other grazed your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your short dress to anchor you firmly against him. The fabric shifted under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively braced on your heels. Sukuna wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were locked dead on the guy across the counter. Slowly, the pink haired man dipped his head, his nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook of your shoulder. Warm breath ghosted over your bare skin, his fingers tightening just enough to claim you. The gentle sway of gold hoops brushed against him with every shallow inhale.
The guy stiffens. “Oh—uh. Sorry, man, I didn’t know—”
“No” you interrupted, trying to shift out of his grasp. “We’re not—”
“Yeah” Sukuna cuts in smoothly, his voice low. “You should go.”
The guy hesitated, muttered a quick, “Right… my bad” and vanished into the crowd.
You turn inside Sukuna’s arms, looking up at him. “Bruh, what's your problem?”
Sukuna looked down as if nothing had happened.
“You’re not my boyfriend” you huffed out.
His eyes slowly searched your face before letting out a slight scoff.
Pushing lightly against his chest, you snapped, “Stop acting like you own me.”
He simply watched, absorbing the defiance. Then, with a sudden tug at your waist, he pulled you closer. The hem of your dress rode up your ass slightly before his hand reached behind to pull the fabric back into place.
“You want a boyfriend?” His thumb dragged slowly along your jawline, tilting your face up to force eye contact. "That what this is about?”
Silence was the only answer, making his eyes narrow. “Tch. Greedy.”
The music and chatter faded into background noise—the space between you grew heavy. Sukuna hummed softly, his hand sliding back down to the small of your back. His fingers settled there as if they had never left, pressing into the curve. Your heels click softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping the fit perfect. “And yet” he murmured, leaning closer, “you still let me do this.” Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer.
“Doesn’t really sound like you want a boyfriend” Sukuna said lazily. Dipping his head lower, his lips trailed light kisses along your neck—the same familiar routine he’d done a thousand times before. It made your stomach twist. A sharp inhale brought in his spicy cologne, mixing with the soft sweetness of vanilla perfume until your head spun.
“Sounds like you just want me.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, a low, teasing vibration. “Go ahead… say you’re leaving me.”
The words never came.
A slow smile spread across his face. Because he already knows you won’t.
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bakugo :: bsf!bakugo hcs.
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sukuna :: anatomy lessons. ⸝⸝ his favourite pillow. fetch, boy. ⸝⸝ baby!yuji doesn’t like sharing. ⸝⸝ situationship kuna vs a panic attack. ⸝⸝ frat!kuna x mean!reader hcs. ⸝⸝ sukuna’s gf is terrifying. ⸝⸝ mean!reader and baby!yuji. ⸝⸝ soft sex. ⸝⸝ biting kuna. ⸝⸝ he begs to have you back. ⸝⸝ rotund baby yuji. ⸝⸝ too pretty for kuna. ⸝⸝ home is where the whore is. ⸝⸝ manhandling. ⸝⸝ frat!kuna hcs 2. ⸝⸝ cum as moisturiser. ⸝⸝ crushing you with his four arms. ⸝⸝ cuteness aggression. ⸝⸝ kitty cat. ⸝⸝ comfort with baby yuji. ⸝⸝ a gentle touch.
toji :: smacking his ass. ⸝⸝ fucking kuna’s girl. ⸝⸝ bush lvr. ⸝⸝ breathing isn’t easy. ⸝⸝ toji has a secret.
tojikuna :: 6 feet tall and super strong.
choso :: pervert roomie choso.
gojo :: gagged with her panties. ⸝⸝ walk him like a dog. ⸝⸝ solving a rubik’s ⸝⸝ putting a collar on frat!gojo. ⸝⸝ double life. ⸝⸝ older women. ⸝⸝ dilf!satoru. ⸝⸝ frat!gojo hcs 2. ⸝⸝ frat!gojo is a loser (hcs).
nanami :: pretending to help pay the bill.
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You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?
pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, This chap is all sex lmao, reader has mommy issues like a mf - literally Kuna has us crawiling, LOTS of praise, fingering, fking, creampie, possessive, soft dom kuna, bratty reader - and overall freaked out, both of them are damaged asfff </3
this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) <3
art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!
<<<chap two
chap three
“You’re on time,” you glare up at him, as he checks the expensive Rolex on his watch, lips quirking up. “Good girl.”
Fuck him.
Literally, you’re going to fuck him.
Jumping on him with your arms around his neck, dragging the stupidly tall man down to you. He moans, an arm around your waist, taking you over, pressing you against the door that he quickly shuts. Your tongues fight for dominance, slipping and melding together, saliva dripping all messy.
Your core tightens as you feel his strength, feel the cold door pressing against your shoulder blades, breaths coming in quick little pants as he drinks you in, tilting his head and swallowing your desperate little cries. You hate how much you enjoyed him rubbing your hair earlier under that table, how him praising you filled some fucking void deep down.
How you want more, when he pulls back, red eyes bright and lidded, his sooty pink lashes lowering as he studies your lips, brushing his thumb across them. “You love that, huh?”
“Shut it,” you don’t admit a damn thing, when he reaches a hand and brushes your hair back gently, you tremble at the touch. “The fuck are you doing?”
“What you need,” his voice is dark and husky, grabbing your hair at the nape now, tugging it and looking down at you far too intimately. “Wanna be told what a good girl you are, don’t you?”
“I came here to fuck,” you whisper, trying not to show how badly he’s affecting you, your hands gripping his soft sweater he’s got on that looks far too good on him. “Maybe I like it okay?”
“You love it,” he kisses your lips now, hand loosening its grip and slipping down the curve of your spine. “Mmm, do you want to be good for me?”
“Fuck you - ah!” Sukuna gently smacks your cheek, shocking you with the sting, then he soothes it, smirking down at you as he watches your mouth drop open.
“No talking back,” he murmurs, thumb running soothing circles. “Admit that you want it, me to praise you for being good.”
You curse softly, shutting your eyes, thighs shifting. “You on some weird dom daddy kink?”
“No, you have mommy issues, huh brat?” He tilts his head. “Look at me.”
Your eyes flutter open, you swallow then, shifting a bit, hand gripping his shirt even tighter, the very room too small suddenly, like he’s completely filled it. “I’m looking at you.”
“Good, now answer me, you want me to, hmm?”
You nod again, he lets you go, leaving you touching your chest, feeling your racing heart fluttering, breaths coming in shaky little pants. He walks over towards the bed where the settee sits at the end of it, sitting with his legs spread wide under black slacks, leaned back. You watch him carefully, setting your purse down off your shoulder on the black nightstand.
The suite has one of those insane air conditioners that leaves the room freezing with the soft whir of the air, but all you can think of is how hot you are in that moment, how your entire body reacts to his gaze like a physical touch. “What, you want me to suck you again? You liked it.”
He chuckles at you, trying to be so tough – he knows you’ve had to be, but he sees that damage in your fucking soul, the one that matches his damn near. The kind you get from being told you’re not good enough for so many years when you’re just ‘different’. And he wants to fix it in you, what he still couldn’t fix fully in his thirties, even if it’s to show you how fucking perfect you are for a couple days.
“Come here, now.” His command is met with a little laugh, shaking your head and crossing your arms.
“You’re telling me-”
“On your knees, crawl to me.”
“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”
“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”
“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”
“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”
“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”
“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”
“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”
“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.
“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”
Fuck.
You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”
“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”
“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”
“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”
He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”
You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.
“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”
You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”
“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”
“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.
“Arms down, take off the skirt.”
You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.
“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”
You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.
“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.
“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”
“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”
“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”
“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”
“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”
You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.
He grins.
He is psychotic.
“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”
“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.
“On the bed.”
You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Panties down.”
“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.
“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”
“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”
“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”
“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”
“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”
You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”
“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”
He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”
“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”
“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”
You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”
“Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”
“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.
“Prettier.”
“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.
“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”
“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.
“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.
“Please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”
“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”
“Then cum.”
“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”
It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.
“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”
“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”
“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”
He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you?
He wants you to feel perfect.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”
You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.
“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”
“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.
“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”
“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.
“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”
You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”
“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”
You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.
“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.
“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”
“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”
His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.
“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”
“Sukuna!”
“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”
You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.
“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”
“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”
Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.
“Takin’ me better than she could.”
The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.
“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”
“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”
“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”
“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.
“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”
You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.
“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”
You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.
“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.
You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.
"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.
"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."
"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.
"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”
“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”
“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”
“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.
He’d hate someone on you.
“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”
“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.
“That’s sweet?”
“You’re worse than they know.”
“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.
“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”
“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”
“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”
You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”
“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”
“Well… forget this okay?”
“Forget what, brat?”
You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”
It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.
“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.
“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”
“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”
“I need to go…”
“No.”
“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”
“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”
“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”
“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”
“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.
“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”
“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”
God when you say his name he loses it.
“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”
“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.
That’s when the door knocks.
“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at him. “Let go, what if it’s-”
“Ryo…”
It’s your mom.
“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.
“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”
“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.
“Ryo?”
“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”
“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.
“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.
“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”
“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”
“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”
“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”
He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.
Just how were you getting out of this?
hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3
Toji Zen'in, who doesn't get down on one knee or has a ring hidden in his pocket waiting for the perfect moment.
Instead, he's lying on your bed with you, the sheets still tangled around your legs, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip- gentler now than the bruising grip they'd held just moments ago.
Toji Zen'in, who's never planned a damn thing in his life, living by pure instinct and impulse. Whose love language is leaving bruised fingerprints on your skin and possessive bite marks. The same man who makes decisions in the spaces between heartbeats.
When he pulls you back against his chest you feel his chin rest atop your head. His breathing deep and even.
“Marry me.”
Toji Zen'in, whose “marry me” isn’t a question at all- just say two quiet, unguarded words slipping from his lips, like a confession he’s carried for far too long. The words falling so softly you almost miss them.
You turn in his embrace so that you can face him, the sheet sliding off your shoulder, and what you see makes your breath catch. He isn't smiling when your eyes meet- his expression stripped bare of its usual sharp edges and smirk.
Toji Zen'in, whose eyes tell stories of a man who's never had anything permanent, never wanted anything to last.
Until you.
Who traces your cheek with calloused fingers like you're something precious, something that could slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.
Toji Zen'in doesn't smile nor whoops in triumph or pull you into a passionate kiss. He simply pulls you closer to him after you whisper "yes," tucking you under his chin where you've always fit perfectly.
Whose heartbeat is steady against your cheek- the rhythm of home, of belonging, of a man who has finally found his harbor after a lifetime at sea. No grand gestures needed, no flowery declarations.
This is all Toji Zen'in needed- his arms around you, his breath in your hair, and the absolute certainty that he has finally found something worth keeping... Worth staying with forever.
The first time he called you stupid, you were seven years old, sitting on the curb with a scraped knee and tears streaming down your face.
“You’re stupid, you know that?” Sukuna had said, standing over you with his arms crossed. But even then, his hands weren’t as harsh as his words. He had knelt down, slapping a neon Band-Aid over the cut with clumsy fingers. “Stop crying. It’s just blood.”
“Shut up,” you had sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “You dared me to jump off the swing.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
That was the baseline. The constant. Sukuna was the boy who pushed you into the dirt and then pulled you back up, dusting you off while complaining about it the entire time.
By the time you hit fourteen, things started shifting. It wasn’t some grand, cinematic epiphany. It was a Tuesday. You were sitting on his bedroom floor, doing algebra homework while he played some first-person shooter on his console. You looked up to ask him a question, and the words just died in your throat.
He had grown over the summer. His shoulders were broader, his jawline sharper, and his voice had dropped an octave that made something in your stomach flip. He caught you staring, pausing the game and turning his head.
“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” you muttered, quickly looking back down at your textbook. Your face felt hot.
“You’re staring at me like I’ve got two heads. Do I have shit on my face?”
“No, you’re just ugly,” you shot back, a defense mechanism you’d perfected over the years.
Sukuna scoffed, throwing a crumpled-up piece of paper ate your head. “Fuck off. You’re just mad you’re still built like a twig.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was hammering against your ribs. That was the year the crush settled in, quiet and persistent. By fifteen, it was a dull ache. By sixteen, it was a living, breathing thing that sat between you on the couch, rode in the passenger seat of his beat-up Honda, and lingered in the spaces between your fingers when your hands brushed.
What you didn’t know was that somewhere between sixteen and eighteen, Sukuna was having a crisis of his own.
He looked at you one night while you were laughing at a stupid joke he made, the streetlights catching the curve of your smile, and it hit him so hard he couldn’t breathe. He was neck-deep in love with you. But Sukuna’s world was chaotic, angry, and unpredictable. You were the only thing that made sense. You were the only constant. If he crossed that line and they crashed and burned—which, knowing him, they would—he would lose you. And he couldn’t survive that.
So, he built a wall. A transparent one, but a wall nonetheless.
When you were nineteen, you tried to break it down.
It was raining, and you were both sitting in his car outside your apartment building. The engine was off, the windows fogging up from your breath. The tension in the small space was suffocating.
“Are you going to go out with him?” Sukuna asked, his voice tight. He was staring straight ahead at the dashboard, his jaw clenched so hard you thought his teeth might crack. He was talking about a guy from your psych class who had asked yo out.
“I don’t know,” you said softly, turning your head to look at his profile. “Do you want me to?”
“I don't know, why the hell are you asking me.”
You shifted in your seat, turning your body toward him. You were so tired of the games. So tired of the almosts. “Give me a reason to say no, Sukuna. Just one.”
He finally looked at you, and the sheer desperation in his eyes made your breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to devour you, to pull you across the console and never let you go. His hand twitched on the steering wheel.
“We could be more, you know,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his wrist.
He flinched, pulling his arm back just an inch, but it felt like a mile. “Don’t.”
“Sukuna—”
“I said don’t,” he snapped, his voice rough. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away. “Don’t ruin this. You’re my best friend. You’re the only good thing I’ve got. Don’t fuck it up by making it complicated.”
The rejection felt like a physical blow. You swallowed hard, nodding slowly as you pulled your hand back to your lap. “Right. Okay. I won’t ruin it.”
You got out of the car that night with a fractured heart, and the wall between you turned to concrete.
College was a masterclass in tiptoeing.
You both fell into a larger circle of friends, which made it easier to hide the tension.
It was a Friday night at Gojo’s off-campus apartment. The music was vibrating through the floorboards, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and weed. You were sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs, watching the chaos unfold in the living room.
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else,” a soft voice said.
You looked over to see Choso leaning against the fridge, holding out a red Solo cup filled with water.
“Is it that obvious?” you asked, taking the cup with a grateful smile.
“Only to people paying attention,” he replied, taking a sip of his own drink. His eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary, warm and steady.
Across the room, you felt the weight of a stare. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Sukuna. He was sitting on the arm of the sofa, a beer dangling losely from his fingers, his eyes narrowed as he watched you and Choso.
“Are you two ever gonna just fuck and get it over with?” Gojo yelled over the music, slinging an arm around Sukuna’s shoulders and pointing at you.
The entire room seemed to quiet down for a split second. Utahime smacked the back of Gojo’s head. “Satoru, shut the fuck up.”
“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking!” Gojo whined, rubbing his head.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna snarled, shoving Gojo’s arm off him. He didn’t look at you. He just stood up and walked out onto the balcony, slamming the sliding glass door behind him.
You forced a laugh, looking down at your water. “He’s just drunk. Ignore him.”
Choso didn’t laugh. He just watched you carefully. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you lied, your chest aching. “I’m good.”
That was how it went for years. Always okay with how things were, but never enough. Sukuna was always there—he helped you move apartments, he threatened guys who looked at you wrong, he remembered your coffee order down to the exact amount of sugar. But he never crossed the line. He kept you safely in the ‘best friend’ box, terrified that if he took you out, he’d break you.
And you let him. Because having a piece of him was better than having nothing at all.
_______
It was a few weeks before graduation. The reality of the real world was looming over all of you, making everyone a little more reckless, a little more desperate to hold onto the present. You were all gathered in Shoko’s living room, sitting in a messy circle on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of tequila.
“Alright, Never Have I Ever,” Geto announced, leaning back against the couch. “Never have I ever… failed a class and lied to my parents about it.”
Gojo, Shoko, and Utahime drank.
The game went on, the questions getting progressively more invasive as the alcohol hit. You were sitting cross-legged, your knee almost brushing Sukuna’s. He was quiet tonight, his eyes heavy and dark as he watched the group. Choso was sitting on your other side, his presence a comforting weight.
“My turn,” Shoko said, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. She looked around the circle, “Never have I ever… been in love with someone in this room.”
The room went silent.
Gojo smirked and took a sip. Geto rolled his eyes but drank. Utahime glared at Gojo and took a shot.
You stared at your cup. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. You could've lied, but you didn't. You were twenty-two years old. You were graduating. You were so goddamn tired of hiding, so you made one selfish thing. One desperate move that you onow would open a pandora box within this corcle.
You raised your cup to your lips and took a long drink.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sukuna freeze. His hand, which had been resting on his knee, gripped the fabric of his jeans so hard his knuckles turned white. He didn’t drink.
“No,” Nanami said, adjusting his glasses. “That’s not the game. Leave it.”
“Don't be a party pooper,” Satoru suddenly said, a hint of mischievousness strengthen by the alcohol evident in his voice. He turned his head to look at you, his eyes burning into yours. “Who?”
The room felt like it had been sucked into a vacuum. Sukuna shifted beside you, his knees tensing, but he didn’t say a word.
“Satoru, drop it,” Geto warned softly.
“What! I'm just asking?” Satoru repeated, ignoring everyone else. You met his gaze, the tequila making you brave, or maybe just stupid. “You want to know?”
“Yeah. I do.”
You didn't need to mention his name, you looked beside you; towards Sukuna, and he was looking intensely at you, your voice remarkably steady despite the way your hands were shaking. “You. Since we were fourteen.”
Someone—probably Utahime—sucked in a sharp breath.
Sukuna stared at you, the words hitting him like a physical blow. His expression shattered, the indifference slipping to reveal absolute panic. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“But it doesn’t matter,” you continued, forcing a bitter smile. You set your cup down on the floor and stood up. “Because you’d rather be safe than be with me. I’m gonna go get some air.”
You walked out of the apartment, the heavy silence following you down the hallway. You made it to the alleyway behind the building before the tears started falling. You leaned against the brick wall, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself against the chill of the night.
The heavy metal door creaked open a minute later. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.
“Did you mean it?” Sukuna asked. His voice was stripped of all its usual arrogance.
You wiped your cheeks roughly. “Why would I lie about that? I tried once when we were in freshman, remember?”
He stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away. He looked wrecked. “Since we were fourteen?”
“Yes, Sukuna. Are you really that blind?”
“I’m not blind,” he snapped, running both hands over his face. “I’m just… fuck. You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me!” you yelled, pushing off the wall. “Explain why you look at me like you want me, why you act like I’m yours, but the second I try to make it real, you push me away!”
“Because I ruin everything!” he yelled back, his chest heaving. “Look at me! I’m a fucking mess. I’m angry, I’m selfish, and I destroy everything I touch. You are the only beautiful thing in my life. If we try this, and we crash and burn… I lose you. I can’t lose you. I would rather have you as my friend forever than have you as mine for a year and lose you for the rest of my life.”
The confession hung in the air, heavy and devastating.
You looked at him, really looked at him. At the fear in his eyes, the desperate way he was holding himself together. He loved you. He loved you so much it terrified him.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Sukuna,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “By not trying… you’re losing me anyway. I can’t keep waiting for you to be brave enough to love me out loud.”
He flinched, taking a step back as if you had struck him. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m done waiting. I'm asking you now, please... just please let's try and make it work.” He stared at you long, voice dying in his throat. He wasn't used to feeling anything other than anger, of all the times he felt happiness.. it was all during the times he shared with you.
He wasn't sure if he can risk losing you, the first time he felt like the world favored him was today, when he heard that you wantes to be with him.. but what can a broken man do when he was raised to believe that all the things he own will be destroyed one day?
When Sukuna didn't speak, you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his. He didn’t reach out to stop you. He just stood there in the dark, letting you go to save the friendship.
_____
Four years later.
The music swells, a soft acoustic melody that fills the garden. The sun is shining, catching the delicate lace of your white dress as you stand at the beginning of the aisle.
You take a deep breath, clutching the bouquet of white roses in your hands. Your father pats your arm, smiling proudly.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Ready,” you whisper.
You start walking. The faces of your friends and family blur together, a sea of smiles and happy tears. Gojo is dabbing his eyes dramatically with a handkerchief, Geto is laughing at him, Shoko is smiling softly, and Utahime looks like she’s trying not to cry.
And then, at the end of the aisle, is Choso.
He looks incredibly handsome in his tailored suit, his dark hair pulled back neatly. But it’s his eyes that ground you. They are so full of love, so steady, so absolutely certain. Choso never hesitated.
From the moment you took his hand that night after the party when you went inside, after Sukuna stayed quiet, after Sukuna stayed a coward; Choso on the otherhand made it clear that he wanted you. All of you. He wasn’t afraid of ruining anything, because he was determined to build something unbreakable.
You smile, your heart swelling with a quiet, peaceful kind of love.
You walked, eyes catching the movement in the front row, on the bride’s side.
Sukuna.
He’s wearing a suit, which is a miracle in itself. His hair is pushed back, and he looks older, sharper. He is your Man of Honor, a title he accepted with a tight smile and a nod when you asked him six months ago.
You meet his eyes as you pass by his row.
He is smiling at you, a soft, genuine smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes are screaming. They are filled with a grief so profound, an agony so deep, it almost makes you stumble.
In that split second, an entire lifetime passes between you. The scraped knees, the late-night drives, the shared looks across crowded rooms, the unspoken words that suffocated you both.
He didn’t ruin the friendship.
He kept his promise. He stayed your best friend, your constant, the guy who helped you pick out the catering menu for your wedding and threatened the florist when they got the order wrong.
He didn’t ruin the friendship.
As you break eye contact and look back at Choso, stepping up to the altar and taking your soon-to-be husband’s hands, Sukuna realizes the devastating truth.
He didn’t ruin the friendship.
But he never won either.
He watches you smile at Choso, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way you look so incredibly safe and loved. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat feeling like shattered glass. He wishes he could say he never lost you. He wishes he could say that keeping you as a friend was enough.
Choso’s thumb gently strokes the back of your hand as the officiant speaks; Sukuna lowers his head, staring at the grass beneath his polished shoes.
He kept you in his life. But he lost you all the same. Atleast he didn't ruin the friendship... right?
an: the way i yearn for bestfriend sukuna fic where he doesn't end up w reader; i've had the song ruin the friendship stuck in my mind for the past 2 weeks and I had to write this down.. i should've just killed him off here, but i can't. ⚰️🫵🏻
What starts as a heated argument about your recklessness dissolves into something far more consuming—a power exchange that leaves you breathless and begging, finally uttering the word he's been waiting to hear.
content: Explicit sexual content, age gap dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, size difference, possessive behavior, power imbalance, breeding kink, spanking, degradation/praise mix.
word count: 2,213
song: Say It by Tory Lanez
masterlist ୧₊˚ playlist
The door hadn't even clicked shut behind you before Toji's hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back against the wood with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.
His body pressed into yours, solid and unyielding, pinning you in place as his dark eyes swept over you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
“You're fucking reckless,” he growled, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. “Running headfirst into a setup like that. What the hell were you thinking?”
You opened your mouth to snap back—some defensive retort about saving his ass, about the three men you had taken down while he was busy with the main target, but the words died in your throat when his hand slid up to grip your jaw.
His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, calloused and warm, and the fight drained out of you as quickly as it had flared up.
“I asked you a question.” His tone didn't change, but something shifted in his eyes.
Darker.
Hungrier.
“What were you thinking, throwing yourself into danger like that?”
“That you needed backup,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper. “That I wasn't going to let you—”
“Let me?”
A harsh laugh escaped him, but there was no humor in it.
His grip on your jaw tightened fractionally, forcing your chin up until you were baring your throat to him like prey submitting to a predator.
“Baby, I've been handling shit like this since before you were born. I don't need you playing the hero.”
The words should have stung.
Instead, they sent a bolt of heat straight to your core, pooling low in your belly and spreading outward like wildfire. You hated how easily he could do this to you—reduce you to a trembling mess with nothing but his voice and his hands.
“Toji—”
“Shut up.”
His mouth crashed into yours, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was all teeth and tongue and the metallic tang of blood—whose, you couldn't tell anymore.
His hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and you moaned into his mouth as he ground his growing hardness against your thigh.
“You know what we started... don't run from it...”
Toji pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead pressed against yours. His breath came heavy and hot, fanning across your spit-slick lips.
“You want to know what I thought when I saw you charging into that warehouse like you had a death wish?”
You nodded, not trusting your voice.
“I thought about bending you over the nearest surface and fucking the stupid out of you until you remembered your place.” He said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather. “Thought about making you scream my name so loud those bastards would hear exactly who you belong to.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, but you didn't look away.
“Then do it.”
His eyes flashed, something dark and predatory flickering in their depths.
“Oh, I plan to. But first, I'm going to make sure you understand exactly what happens when you pull shit like that.”
Before you could respond, he had you spun around, face pressed against the door, his body molding against your back.
His hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the apartment, and you gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.
“Count.”
“One.”
Another slap, harder this time, right on the curve where your ass met your thigh.
“Two.”
“Three...”
Your voice wavered as he delivered the next blow, and the next, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body.
By the time he reached ten, you were trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your core aching and empty.
He pulled you upright, one arm banded across your chest, the other hand sliding down your stomach to press against the damp heat between your legs.
“Look at that,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Soaking through your pants and I've barely touched you. You like being punished, don't you?”
“No...” you whimpered, even as your hips bucked into his hand.
“Liar.” He bit down on your earlobe, hard enough to make you yelp. “But that's okay. I like breaking liars.”
He stripped you with practiced efficiency—your top torn open, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor, your pants pooling around your ankles, your panties following a moment later.
He left you in nothing but your bra, exposed and vulnerable, before stepping back to admire his work.
“Turn around.”
You obeyed, slowly, deliberately, giving him time to drink in every inch of you.
His gaze was a physical thing, dragging across your skin like rough hands, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
When your eyes met his, you saw raw hunger there, barely leashed.
“Sit on the bed.”
You walked backward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, then sank down onto the rumpled sheets. Toji approached, still fully clothed, towering over you.
“I know what you like... I'll give it to you...”
“You know what I want to hear.” It wasn't a question.
His hands went to his belt, working the buckle loose with deliberate slowness. “Say it, and I'll give you what you need.”
Your mouth went dry.
You'd thought about it—dreamed about it, but saying it out loud felt like crossing a line you couldn't uncross. Still, the ache between your legs was unbearable, and the way he was looking at you promised exactly the kind of ruin you craved.
“Please,” you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.
“That's not it.”
His pants dropped, and your breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and heavy, already hard and leaking at the tip. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking once, twice, a glistening bead of precum appearing at the head.
“Try again.”
“Daddy...”
The word slipped out before you could stop it, quiet and shaky, but it landed like a bomb. Toji's eyes went dark, his jaw tightening, his grip on his cock turning white-knuckled.
“Louder.”
“Daddy.” This time it came stronger, surer, the taste of it sweet on your tongue. “Please, Daddy... I need you.”
He was on you before the last syllable left your lips, pushing you back onto the mattress, covering your body with his.
The weight of him pressed you into the sheets, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him impossibly close.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he muttered against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. “Do you know that? Running into danger, making me worry, looking at me with those fucking eyes like you know exactly what you do to me.”
“Then show me...” you gasped as his mouth found your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. “Show me what I do to you.”
He obliged.
His mouth worked its way down your body, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in its wake, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. By the time he settled between your thighs, you were a trembling mess, fingers twisted in his hair, begging without words.
He looked up at you, his lips inches from your core, his breath hot against your slick flesh.
“You're so wet for me, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, inching closer but never quite reaching where you needed him most. “What do you want?”
“You...” you whimpered. “Please, Daddy, I need your mouth, need you to—”
He gave you exactly what you asked for.
His tongue swept through your folds, broad and flat, collecting your arousal like it was a delicacy.
The moan that escaped him vibrated against your clit, and you cried out, back arching off the bed. He worked you with practiced skill—flicking, circling, sucking, driving you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge of release.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, and you shattered.
“Ngh... Fuck...”
The orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you gasping and shaking.
He didn't stop, didn't let up, licking you through every aftershock until you were oversensitive and whimpering, trying to squirm away from his relentless mouth.
He crawled up your body, his cock pressing against your slick entrance, the head teasing your opening.
“You ready for more, doll, hm?”
“Yes...” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes, Daddy, please—”
He thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt, and the stretch was exquisite. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.
“Ahh! Shit... Toji...”
He was everywhere—filling you, surrounding you, consuming you.
“Look at me.”
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, borderline black, and the intensity there stole your breath.
“You're mine,” he said, voice low and rough. “Say it.”
“Mhm... I'm yours...”
“And whose good girl are you?”
“Yours...”
Your voice cracked on the word. “Daddy's good girl...”
He rewarded you with a kiss that was almost tender, his tongue sliding against yours as he began to move. The rhythm he set was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
The sounds of your joining—the wet slide of skin against skin, the creak of the bed frame, your shared gasps and moans. Toji's hand found your throat, pressing lightly, not enough to cut off air but enough to remind you who was in control.
“Fuck—ngh... Daddy...”
“Shit—you feel so fucking good...” he growled, picking up the pace. “Tight little pussy gripping me like you never want me to leave.”
“Don't want—ahh!” you managed, voice strangled. “Don't ever... leave, please...”
His hips snapped forward, harder, faster, chasing both your releases with single-minded determination.
The hand on your throat tightened fractionally, and your vision swam, pleasure and lack of oxygen combining into something transcendent.
“That's it, baby...” he praised, his brow furrowed with concentration. “Taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”
The words washed over you like warm honey, and you felt yourself climbing toward another peak. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
“Come on, baby...” he coaxed, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Give me another one. Let me feel you cum on my cock.”
His thumb found your clit, pressing tight circles that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through your system. You shattered again, harder than before, your walls clenching around him as you cried out his name—no, not his name.
“Ngh—daddy!”
He followed you over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself as deep as he could go as he spilled inside you, hot and thick. His body shuddered above you, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard and tangled together.
Minutes passed or hours, you couldn't tell.
The sound of your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Toji pulled out carefully, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms.
“You're not allowed to do that again,” he murmured against your hair.
“Do what?”
“Scare me like that.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple, surprisingly gentle for a man who'd just fucked you into the mattress.
“I'm too old for that shit.”
You laughed, the sound soft and breathless. “You're not old.”
“I'm old enough to be your—” He paused, and you felt him smile against your skin. “Well. You know.”
“Daddy?” you teased, and he groaned.
“You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?”
“Absolutely.”
He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer, and you let yourself sink into his warmth.
Outside, the city hummed with nighttime energy, but in here, in this moment, there was only the two of you.
“Hey, Toji?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m yours. Completely.”
The admission felt dangerously fragile against the raw intensity of the last hour.
Toji didn’t move.
He didn’t even blink.
The silence stretched, vibrating with a tension that made your heart stutter against your ribs as he looked down at you with those cold, calculating eyes.
Then, his hand found yours.
He didn't just hold it; he pinned your wrist back against the pillow, his fingers interlacing with yours in a grip that was possessive and unyielding.
He leaned in, but he didn't go for your lips.
He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, his stubble grazing your skin like a brand.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in your bones. “I know, baby. I know.”
He shifted, his weight a grounding pressure as he hovered over you, eyes dark with a lesson he wasn't finished teaching. He nipped at the shell of your ear, his breath hitching just slightly as he reminded you exactly who was in control.
“You’ve been doing a lot of talking, but if you really mean what you say, you better be ready to say it and prove it when I get started.”
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
God of the Dead was always alone. With the coldness weighing his heart and the stench of gastly doom clinging to his skin. But then, one day, the world under his feet shifted. Heart bloomed with bizarre fondness. And the Lord of the Underworld soon started to wish for nothing but to taste Spring Goddess's sweetness every single day. Even if he were to accomplish it by force.
requ ested (pray forgive me for waiting so long)
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
pairings: Hades!Trueform Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, greek mythology au, mythologically accurate, possessive behaviour, slightly dark romance, kidnapping, devotion, obsession, heavy smut, Sukuna is his own warning, proper use of belly mouth, double penetration, belly bulges, mating press, oral sex (both), facesitting, yearning, symbolism, Cerberus is just a baby, pussydrunk Sukuna, he's down bad, but he's also toxic
WC: 13.7k (the visions have plagued me)
a/n: I think we all know the story of Hades and Persephone, so this time there's no need for a history lesson! I just hope you'll like it because I had lots of fun writing it! And thank you, dearest anons, for the request <3
divider by @/diviniye
art by @/phantomosis on x
It was a universal truth that opposites attract.
Knowledge older than the Gods themselves.
Carved in marble and rivers, bending under the Greek sun in crystal serpentine. Crossing the lands, fields and meadows, with single droplets caressed by nymphs and fair birdies playing in the calm waters.
Everyone knew that opposites work together.
Everyone could look up and see the sun and the moon frolicking in the same sky. Brush their feet against the hard, stony paths covering the mountains, and yet see little snippets of flowers breaking through the surface. To experience sadness and joy, two contradictory feelings, yet impossible to exist without each other.
Everyone could enjoy the sharp breeze from the thunderstorms, preceded by the sizzling warmth coating their sweating skin.
Everyone knew the night had no meaning without a day. That spring couldn't exist without a death.
Everyone knew it.
Or did they?
Or was it maybe something that one, love-possessed God simply wished to believe in? That opposites could attract even in the most impossible-to-imagine scenarios.
It's not that the Gods of Olympus weren't paired in a rather bizarre manner. For there was a beauty of Aphrodite who cherished the brute God of War dearly. Zeus and Hera, so different and yet ruling over the divine world. And also Dionysus, who haunted by love towards a mortal, made her a goddess.
And yet, Lord Hades couldn't shake off the feeling that his love was plagued by a tragedy from the very beginning.
As how could it be that the Lord of the Underworld's heart, after thousands of years of being burdened by coldness, suddenly bloomed with restless warmth?
With a feeling so unknown and strange, his hand rested on his chest as if in desire to breeze the burning skin up. Long fingers tried to grab the muscle and tear the rosy flesh that separated him from it. But even the God of Death couldn't stop the lovely beating of his heart and mind tormented solely by a thought of… you.
It happened on a sunny day, when, usually hidden in the depths of hell, the Lord of the Underworld decided to take a stroll. Around the spring meadows, with the air carrying the flowery scent of blooming nature. So strange and bizarre, never floating around the endless plains of his domain.
He didn't show his face often up there, as God of the Dead was much, much busier than one could think! Humans were weak, reckless, dying like flies and flooding the Underworld with their restless souls.
Heron crossed the Styx like a madman, and Cerberus couldn't close his eyes even for a second, as the hell was a mad and troubled place.
But then, that one day when the sunlight finally blessed his crimson eyes, Hades, or Sukuna as he much rather preferred, could finally pleasure himself in breathing the air not stained by a musty smell of death.
Each of his steps left the lush grass withered, and the air bent under the heaviness of his aura. Birds would fall silent whenever the God of the Dead passed through the trees they sat in, as if in fear of being taken by the Grim Reaper too soon. Fruits hanging off the branches would suddenly fall rotten, not allowing God to taste the sweetness of their pristine juices.
As there was no sweetness or warmth in Sukuna's life and it had been a long time since he learned how to live with it. For why would anyone care about the wellness of the Lord of the Underworld himself?
And so the world withered and shattered around him, but God truly didn't mind.
Until he saw you, the Goddess of Spring.
Beautiful, alive, with sun smooching your laughing cheeks and eyes curving under the golden rays. Little flowers were tucked in your hair sweetly, and single strands framed your face heartily. Sukuna enjoyed looking at blooming plants, although they quickly withered under his bloody gaze.
But not you.
You quickly became his most dearest petal, with loose, light robes always in a riot of pastel hues and lovely laughter carried by spring winds through the vast meadows. Bare feet ran through the fields of flowers without any worries, and eyes always glanced somewhere over the horizon. Somewhere, towards the seas and trees and frolic nymphs playing near the rivers. Fingers weaved wreaths one by one, and a cooing voice helped the flowers grow and blossom beautifully.
Your robes were always slightly dirty from the earth, warm cheeks marked by pollen, eyes bustling with warmth and kindness, that touched every plant, every animal that cuddled into your open arms.
He usually lurked among the trees. Tall, broody, with a massive body covered by dark robes and a grim aura clinging to his skin. Four arms crossed on a wide chest and two pairs of eyes fixated on a young Goddess frolicking with her friends.
Soon, he started coming more often.
The usual workaholic, a gloomy God who liked nothing and no one, a brute, as some liked to call him, suddenly found something that started haunting his mind. His dreams and nightmares, as even there, you always seemed to smooch his cheeks like a soft petal.
There, you always seemed to be his.
His lovely, dear wife. A Queen of the Underworld.
For all those days he watched you carefully, you've never noticed him.
Not even once, as if completely blinded to everything else outside the walls of your little world.
Until one day, you were left alone.
No friends chirping to your ear, no animals warming your legs – just you.
And, well, him.
He didn't know when and how, but a warming tiredness fell on his eyes, and oh-so-mighty God of the Death slipped into a light slumber. With withered grass lulling his heavy body and birds ogling him from the thick branches. Wind whirred quietly, brushing his pink hair, slipping between the strands and massaging tired temples.
He could almost swear that he fell asleep on the grass. Hard ground moulding under his even harder body and green tuft giggling his cheeks. And yet, after turning and squirming like a restless child, he felt something softer under his head.
Something plush, squishy, beaming with the sweetest, flowery fragrance he's ever smelled. The wind's murmur turned into a lovely hum. A melody that coiled his senses and flooded down his spine, filling his body like the sweetest wine.
He didn't dare to open his eyes.
As he knew, the sight of the lovely Goddess brushing gently through his hair would lead to his death. For Sukuna was rather sure that the only thing in this world that could truly stop his heart was the graceful look of your eyes fixed on him.
Not on flowers, not nymphs, nor animals.
Him.
And thus he lay quietly, with your thighs dipping under his head and soft fingers playing with his hair.
"The Lord of the Underworld in my spring domain," you hummed, swirling a pink strand around your finger. "What a bizarre sight, I must admit."
A chuckle slipped from between your lips when his brows furrowed. Slightly yet rather openly stating that the God of the Dead, with his colossal body bending your earth, has not, in fact, been sleeping.
But there was no need to out his silly manner, and your fingers continued soft curls around his temples. As everyone, no matter their origin, was most welcome in your domain.
Something changed around him. The air, the melody, the structure of grass.
Your presence brought life back to the withered plants and silenced animals that feared him. The birds sitting high on the branches slowly flew down, huddling shyly on his chest. Decayed grass turned lush once again, smooching his skin with its plushness.
"There's no need for fear," you whispered warmly, seeing how wary the animals were of his presence. "He is a good creature too."
Forest animals started to come closer, and closer, and closer, with deer sniffing his body and frogs clumping on his shoulders. Their little, sticky toes left traces of gluey slime, but he didn't mind.
Because God of the Dead rarely felt a life embrace his body.
And thus he decided to cherish it and pray that this single, intimate moment would last forever. With your thighs beaming warmth under his head and animals cuddling to his limbs. Surrounding him in a tight circle with furs and feathers tickling his skin.
He couldn't open his eyes, to not destroy the moment, although, heavens, he truly wished!
To see your hearty face up close. To brush the lower lip coloured with fresh berries and tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear. To see the way pastel robes clung to your skin like a mist, and eyes peeked down at him. But instead, he could only lie quietly and listen to the melody slipping past your lips, curling around his mind like a viper.
A moment has passed, and the deep slumber began to coo his senses. He tried to fight it, longing to stay in your embrace a little longer. To remember the melody of your voice and the pattern of fingertips massaging his temples. The flowery, honeyed fragrance clinging to your skin and filling every corner of his body, taking away his privilege to smell anything else for the next few days.
Before the darkness blanketed his mind and breath became shallower, he could hear the last whispers of your voice:
"Go to sleep, my God. Allow me to accompany you for a while."
When he woke up, you were no longer there. Just a withered grass bending under his body and the warmth of the setting sun bathing his hair in red hues.
No sign of you or animals, and the God, once again, felt devastated. As if deprived of something he should hold onto with all his strength. He was a divine being, after all, and yet your misty figure slipped between his fingers like flowing water.
But his mind recalled those few words. Allow me to accompany you.
And thus, Sukuna decided to take this wish too faithfully.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
"Stop going out there alone," your mother has sighed, looking at your figure swirling around the wooden hut. "It's dangerous, the Gods are unpredictable–"
Your head shook, lifting the little willow-wined basket used for gathering flowers. "I am a Goddess, mother," you chirped in with a giggle, before glancing at the woman's creased forehead. "And you are too. There's simply no need to fear anything. Besides, we're safe in the spring domain."
Liar.
You didn't tell her about the God of Death crossing the border between the Underworld and mortals much more often than he should. Than he used to. With his gloomy aura beaming off the woods, although he thought that you didn't notice it. Crimson eyes followed you every single day for the past few weeks, and whenever he appeared, one side of your domain suddenly went quiet. Withered, under his death-bringing feet and the silent atmosphere he spread around himself.
And as a Goddess of Spring, you knew of everything happening on your land.
At the beginning, you thought it was rather funny. To see the animals and flowers frightened by his sole presence. You didn't give it much thought, as various Gods had strolled through the plains of your earth and chit-chatted whenever they spotted your figure hunched over the flowers.
But Lord of the Underworld wasn't the talkative type, nor did he engage in any closer relations. In fact, you didn't know much about him aside from what you'd managed to notice over the past weeks.
And you've noticed a lot. His body was built like a mountain, with a heaviness that couldn't be put into words. Two pairs of crimson eyes, lidded like sweet almonds and framed by rather long lashes. Pinkish hair reminding you of blushed peonies, and you wondered whether it would feel equally soft under your touch. Four muscular arms carried the little birdies up their trees when he thought you didn't see, and black stripes curled around his body – like deathly mist, tattooed all over his chest, back, and cheeks, as the God of the Dead didn't mind relaxing his beastly, naked body in the nearby rivers.
The water spilt over the grassy edge, and four arms rested on drenched earth. Crystal water looped his body shyly, smooching the sun-kissed skin with cold kisses. He couldn't see your hazy figure lurking in the bushes.
Your eyes glimmering like two fresh peaches and lips curling in a sly smile, upon seeing muscles upon muscles bending on the God's back. Slick and bulging, stripped of the heavy, dark robes he usually wore and enjoying the kisses of the Mediterranean sun.
Sometimes a nymph would notice him bathing at the river and coo shyly at the handsome but rather intimidating God. You've always observed those interactions from the tree, lurking curiously, with birds perched on your shoulders. All the encounters always ended in a rather pathetic failure, with the Lord of the Underworld ignoring the sweet chirps of little nymphs and their promises to warm his cold body.
All of them flew quickly upon seeing a grave grimace twisting the God's face, and all four palms curling into fists.
"Always so, so angry," you murmured to the red bird sitting on your finger, as it nodded its little head.
And so you didn't tell your mother about these few encounters, for there was no need to worry her. She kept you away from the Olympian Gods as long as she could, yet couldn't stop you from becoming a Goddess too. Truly unfortunate, if she had to admit it, as she had tried for a whole life to keep you well hidden in the far, far corner of Mount Olympus, in your own little spring domain.
"Just be careful," your mother whispered, pushing back a few loose strands of your hair. A small basket hung on your back, and robes clung to your skin. "You know how Gods can be…"
You knew. For you heard of Apollo and Daphne. Of Medusa and a curse sent upon her for being a maiden far too beautiful. About Zeus and Callisto, and more, more Goddesses, who suffered a terrible fate from the hands of Gods themselves.
You understood your mother's worry. Why she tried to tie you up to this little hut hidden in the woods of Olympus. Why she was the Goddess of Agriculture and tried so, so hard to keep her dear spring flower hidden from the prying eyes.
And yet, the serpent flow of destiny was truly twisted and unpredictable. Bending under the Moirai's deathly whispers, with a thin thread slipping between their bony fingers like a river of silk.
As many Goddesses before you, you too were soon to learn that playing with Gods – particularly those who seemed to take a special fondness for you – was a treacherous path. That approaching them cheekily, taking pleasure in keeping them in your arms and cooing like a wounded animal, was simply foolish. Mad, in every deep sense of the word, as out of the many Gods in this world, you particularly should not play like a fox with the Lord of the Underworld himself.
So, on the same day, as golden rays dribbled down your figure hunched over flowers, hands picking the season's most beautiful blooms, the earth suddenly burst open. With a raw, brutal rumble, unleashing chaos across the peaceful meadow. Birds rose from the lush branches, and all the forest animals that were cuddling near your body ran off.
The heavy dust had covered your eyes, smooching flimsy dress and delicate petals that bent under the heavy, little droplets of curled earth.
The obsidian chariot harnessed with three black horses appeared right in front of your eyes. Tall and eerie, still carrying the coldness of the Underworld and a man whose crimson eyes stared down at your figure.
No words could slip past your lips as one muscular arm lifted you up and easily flipped you over the shoulder. Locking you in place with the sheer strength of one hand, until your head hung down the man's back.
"Wait!" Rolled in a scream as the world in front of your eyes started to spin.
A voice you hadn't heard yet punched you like a bucket of cold water. "Don't be afraid, my Goddess," Sukuna said, before whistling to his horses. "You'll soon be able to run through the meadows of the Underworld."
It tasted raw, heavy, so, so low, licking your ears with flamed tongues. A voice truly worthy of the God of the Dead himself.
Before you knew it, the earth had swallowed the chariot once again. The rumbling tore through your spring domain, causing vast fields of flowers to vanish as if slowly devoured by the sky. The horses sped downward, pulling the chariot deeper into the earth, until only a faint glimpse of the familiar sun remained – a warmth you wouldn't see again for the next few months.
The darkness engulfed you, wrapping your skin with icy, deadly touches. It felt as though the three sisters had already severed your thread of fate, sending you to the Underworld sooner than anticipated and plunging you into the claws of the beast you inadvertently unleashed.
"My God," you mumbled, trying to wriggle under his heavy arm. "Where are you taking me?"
Sukuna chuckled lowly, his whole body trembling with a laugh that made your spine tingle. "To home, my dearest Queen."
Deathly whispers curled around your body with curiosity, as if the air in the Underworld had tasted such a sweet life for the first time. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the chariot plunged even lower. Soon, a vast, grimy land spread beneath you, with a thick river curling around the dark soil.
You have never seen the Underworld and have never shown any interest in it. Yet, from that point, with the obsidian chariot soaring high in the sky, it looked mesmerising. Almost magical, with deep, dark forests and withered meadows stretching across the land, lit only by the pale blue light of the moon and little gleaming shadows wandering aimlessly across the plains.
It wasn't difficult to spot Hades's temple. Or maybe you should say a castle.
Sitting quietly on the cliff, with Styx's calm waters flowing beneath its heavy walls. It towered over the whole domain, glimmering in blue light under the moonlight's kisses, and something in your breath has hitched upon seeing an enormous garden filled with withered trees looming over the dead flowers.
The air was biting cold, and yet the closer you were to the temple, the warmer it seemed to smooch your skin. It didn't carry the familiar flowery fragrance, but rather a heavy, woody scent, as if something alive still lingered in the bleak land filled with agony and doom.
When the chariot came to a halt on the dark grass, Sukuna set you down gently. With one strong arm still stalling on your back, as if afraid the moment your feet touched the earth, you would try to escape.
But there was no chance for it, as the Underworld was a trickery and a dangerous place.
"From now on, this is your home. My Queen," his crimson eyes never left your face, even when the hand showed towards the temple looming deathly.
You moved a step away, trying to slip from between the heavy fingers brushing your waist. "It is not my home, and I will not be your Queen. Now take me back to my domain."
Looking up was a mistake, for the gravity of his gaze almost pulled you down to earth. Four eyes stared down at your fuming face before one hand lifted and fingers traced the softness of your warm cheeks. "I cannot do it, my Goddess. That's what I decided, and that's what the Gods accepted."
"The Gods?"
His big thumb brushed your lower lip, and you smacked his hand away. A low chuckle slipped through before he pushed you towards the temple. "Zeus agreed, and that's all that matters. Neither you nor even your mother has any say in it."
You tried to move away again, but his strong arm only pulled you closer to his massive body. Twice your height, with four arms ready to manhandle you like a beast – you knew standing up to him would be foolish. And yet, you tried.
But he didn't mind, as you weighed less than a feather and lifting you was not a sweat for a God of his calibre. Your body once again rolled like a sack over his shoulder, but this time you tried to fight. With nails dragging down his back and teeth digging into the muscles bulging under his robes.
For you, it was a matter of life and death.
For him? A flimsy, sweet teasing from his dearest Goddess, who was yet to accept her fate.
Oh, his heart swelled with the purest joy at the sight of your misty figure wrapped in his arms after weeks of yearning. It didn't matter whether you wanted to stay here or not – Sukuna aimed to use every possible means to soothe your mind and pamper you like his precious wife.
"You ignorant brute, a beast, freak!" Rolled furiously, as you once again left the bloody, tooth marks on his back. "You cannot do it!"
Another throaty chuckle escaped from his side, with his arm cuddling around your waist with fondness. "I can, my Goddess. That's how love works."
"And what can you possibly know about love, my God?"
Sukuna didn't know much, but his greedy desire to always keep you in his sight and worship you as if you were the only Goddess in the pantheon must have been close to what love felt like. To get drunk on your laugh and the plush skin of your body every single evening, as if his whole world twisted around nothing but you. To hear your chipper run with stale wind through his decaying land and once again feel your fingers brush through his hair.
The God of the Dead, the elder of the mightiest brothers, harbinger of death, wished for nothing but to taste the nectar of your love.
But with a frown you looked at him, your teeth digging deeper into his skin – for now, it seemed rather fruitless.
He entered the temple and moved towards the massive stairway curling to the heavens themselves. Your furious shouts could be heard throughout the whole land, but it seemed that neither he nor the servant who suddenly appeared seemed to mind.
"Uraume, prepare a bath for the Queen," Sukuna said, glimpsing quickly towards the woman. Her white, short hair curled around her slim face, and deep eyes blinked in amusement at your sorry state.
"My Lord, I don't think the Queen likes this position," she muttered, sending you a pleading look.
Sukuna scoffed, correcting your body on his shoulder. "The Queen acts like a brat, so she will be treated like one"
Uraume nodded before going down the stairs and disappearing somewhere in the deep chambers of the temple.
Thus, it was the two of you again, and Sukuna moved slowly through the dark corridors, with blue flames licking your writhing body. He didn't mind the shouts, the nails scarring his back through the dusky robes till crimson droplets formed under the material and bites that your teeth have left on his shoulders.
In fact, the God of the Dead took a bizarre pleasure in feeling your flaming touch on his skin. Something in his chest swelled whenever your lips travelled to his neck, and it didn't really matter that they left the bloody bites and not the nectar kisses he yearned for.
At some point, you've finally entered the big chamber. The weird warmness crept through the tall windows, bending in heavy, marble arches. Vast plains of the Underworld rolled like waves on the horizon, and you stopped scratching Sukuna's back when the full land came in view.
Beautiful, endless, mesmerising, so different from what you grew up with. With only a pale, blue moon constantly shining upon the lost souls and deep, agonising cries coming from the Tartarus.
Sukuna finally put you down. "That's our chamber," rolled almost proudly, and you looked around the bedroom.
Dark, draped in misty veils, with a huge bed covered with crimson sheets and a baldachin moving together with gentle swooshes of wind. Warm flames have lit the place, with torches and long waxed candles glimmering shyly around the whole chamber.
Just behind the crimson curtain, you've heard the dripping of water and Uraume's hushed voice. So that must've been the bath.
"I will not be sleeping with you in one bed, my God," you barked, but Sukuna seemed not to care at all.
He pushed you towards the balcony, with a heavy hand placed on your lower back. "That's the garden. I made it for you," your chest squeezed. For you. "You can do anything you want with it, of course."
"It's impossible to grow life within your domain," slipped harshly, before your eyes looked up. Crimson moons stared down at you. All the time. "So you kidnapped me to grow you a garden?"
His sharp jaw tightened. "I did it for your own good," he muttered, hand lifting to brush away your hair. "For our good. I want you to be the Queen of the Underworld. My wife," fat thumb kissed you fuming cheek. "My Goddess."
And as much as you wished to stay angry, it felt impossible to hide the special fondness rising in your chest. A mix of hate and curiosity, as it was difficult to imagine why the Lord of the Underworld himself was such a desperate beast to lock you in his clutches.
Your eyes went back to the garden, taking in the withered earth and flowers bending in death.
But then you've noticed something – a tree. Dark, yet looking rather alive, blooming with red, round fruits that looked as if ready to burst.
Pomegranate.
And you, as the Goddess of Spring, knew why it seemed to be the only fruit growing deep within this deathly domain.
Sukuna followed your lidded eyes before a low hum filled the air. "You'll eat it at some point," seeing a sudden shock bathing your face and a slow shake of your head, he added. "Even if I have to force you."
Soon, you would discover that there were many, many other things the God of Death would force upon you, just to keep you within his touch.
And as surprising as it seemed, eating the pomegranate seeds to bind you eternally to the Underworld would be the last.
You didn't say anything, looking at the pomegranate tree with a grim expression ripping your lips. A Spring Goddess you were, and yet the single look of this rich fruit made you want to burn it right here and there.
"My Lord, my Queen, the bath was prepared," Uraume slipped in politely, before once again disappearing into the darkness.
Sukuna came inside, and you followed, passing under his heavy arm as he lifted the curtains between the chamber and bath.
Multiple candles licked dark walls, and the steam curled in the air. The big, marble pool filled with hot water called your name like a madman, and you were ready to tear your dress in half just to dip inside. The air in the Underworld was much, much colder than up in your domain, and after the eventful day, you truly wished for nothing but a simple bath.
And yet, even this was to be wrecked by Sukuna's four hands slipping the misty robes of your shoulders. Your trembling finger caught the dress in front of your chest before it could fall.
"My God, may I know what you are doing?" There was no trace of madness in your tone, only simple weariness and irritation.
His lips curled in a smirk, and if not for both hands gripping your dress, you would surely smack his cheek. You would try at least, as bending your head back to meet his gaze was already difficult enough.
His dark robes hit the floor before you've noticed it, exposing you to the view that – rather unfortunately – made your thighs clench. Massive thighs bulged under muscles, and it seemed clear that he could snap your neck with a single clamp.
But it wasn't the thighs that hit your cheeks with a maddened fever. No, rather two, fat cocks, with shafts so heavy they barely stood straight. Droplets of sticky pearls curled around two pulsing heads, sticking like a net to his pubes. The smooth, reddened skin glimmered under the dimmed flames, and your breath hitched while taking in the inhumane size.
And then your eyes followed up to his belly, mouth grinning mischievously, torso wide as mountains and four arms, just waiting to grab your flimsy body.
Sukuna was… terrifying. Alluring, feral, obscene, but oh so beautiful. With a body worthy of a God and an almost tyrannical aura that clung to him like a second skin. The mortals have feared him, Gods always tried to keep the relations as polite as possible, and yet you somehow found a wisp of fondness coiling in his gaze.
"I'm planning to bathe with my Queen, of course," Sukuna murmured, tilting his head with a cheeky grin. Four crimson eyes burned your skin, and you've never, ever felt as small and helpless as now. "Let me help you with it." Fingers tugged on your dress, trying to slip it down.
You took a step back, gripping the robe even tighter. "My God, I'm fine. But please enlighten me why we should take a bath together?"
He, however, was relentless, and it took a single, harsher tug to let your robes fall down the marble floor. A gasp slipped past your lips as you tried to cover yourself with pathetic moves.
Sukuna lifted your body with a single arm, and soon both of you sat on the little bench carved in a pool.
He took a deep, deep sigh, leaning against the edge. Two muscular arms kept you in place, with your back plastered to his chest and ass brushing against the massive cocks, while the other two started to soap you up.
A shiver ran down your spine, feeling big, yet soft hands smooching your skin in gentle circles. Slowly, tenderly, massaging your shoulders and back, going down, and down, to the swell of your wet breasts.
A quiet, shy moan escaped your feverish cheeks when his thumbs brushed the perked nipples. You wriggled under his touch, as if fighting against itself to give into the warmness beaming from his body and heavy fingers washing your tired skin.
Your hips jerked again when he pinched your nipples, sending a sudden, electrifying wave down your spine.
"My Queen, try to keep yourself in place," he said with a low voice, and only then did you notice that your ass had been bumping against his cocks for this whole time.
You didn't look back, as if in fear that even a single glance could pique Sukuna's curiosity and test the dangerous waters of your patience. "Is it necessary, my God? I can wash myself."
Two hands gripped your hips, quickly turning you towards him.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as he sat you right on his muscular thighs. The water spilt over the pool's marble edge, and crimson eyes stayed fixed on your face. On your slightly parted lips and hair sticking to your cheeks.
His upper arms slipped up to your waist, while the lower ones started to massage your thighs. In slow, gentle circles, dangerously close to the naked pussy that bounced against the fatness of his shafts.
He played a dangerous, oh so dangerous game, but took a maddened satisfaction in observing the changing looks on your face. Anger mixed with delight, as if you wanted to hit him and nuzzle into his touch at the same time.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" he muttered, soaping up your waist. "Why would you wash yourself alone if your husband is here?"
At this point, both of you knew that the bath was a mere, foolish excuse for the Lord of the Underworld to finally enjoy the sight of your naked body. To take a pleasure in feeling your naked skin against his and test his own patience, feeling the warmth of your cunt brushing against his cocks.
His moves were deprived of any sexual manner, and yet your insides burned with the most wicked flame. Your drenched fold were bumping against his cocks, yes, and the fat shaft brushed against your clit, maybe, but even then, he didn't try to push you.
To force himself on you, as if waiting for your consent.
As if he wished you craved him as much as he did you.
But even then, every few seconds, he would move closer. His fingers would brush your trembling nipples, hips move beneath yours, and he would always take in your muffled moans with a sly smile.
"You're not m-my husband," rolled embarrassingly weak, and Sukuna hummed, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.
"Not yet. I'll give you time to make yourself at home," thick digit slipped inside your mouth, and you quickly bite it. Hard, feeling his bones crack under your teeth, although he only smiled. Like a man possessed. "As I was saying, I'll give you a month–"
"And what then?" you mumbled, with lips still curled around his thumb. "What if you won't tame me after a month?"
Pink strands of hair stuck to his wet forehead, and you needed to dig your nails into his chest, not to lift the fingers and brush them away. Four crimson eyes – two big, lidded in slyness and two smaller, curved like a moon – drank in the sight of a sweet little Goddess squirming on his massive body.
"Then I'll force you to love me," spilled calmly, without hesitation. And maddening yearning in his eyes told you that he was ready to do it. That his understanding of love was far from the sweetness and kindness you've known of.
His fingers travelled up, through the breasts, collarbones, and neck, till the second hand joined your face. He cupped your cheeks gently yet lined with restrained violence.
Possessiveness, madness, that filled his flamed eyes.
"Don't test my patience, my Goddess," he murmured softly, pulling your face closer. His lips nearly brushed against yours, and a wave of warmth washed over your body. "Let me love you in my own way, and I promise to make you happy. Within my domain, you can be as free as you desire."
It was difficult not to have your heart flutter upon hearing those words.
He knew how crazy your mother was about you. That you spent most of your life chained to her leg, never leaving the spring domain, never feeling the winds of freedom.
That's why his promise sounded so exhilarating. Wild, absolutely insane, and yet letting you let out a deep sigh. Because finally, after so many years, you were alone.
Without your mother, without the prying eyes of Gods, without the same meadows caging around you like a prison.
Only with a much, much bigger, heavier, and mind-spilling problem, of a God of the Dead who seemed to take a special, wicked interest in you.
Your hands, still trembling on his chest, pushed yourself away. Hips slipped from his cocks, but not before giving two, feverish heads one last brush. As if you wanted to push him over the edge.
He groaned and squinted his eyes. "Where are you going, my Goddess? We're not done yet."
Four hands shoot towards you, fingers trying to catch your slippery body. It curled at the end of his fingertips, teasing him mischievously with full breasts dripping with crystal droplets and soft skin glimmering under the gentle flame of candles.
His cocks moved, eyes tried to take the wholeness of your divine beauty, and yet, after weeks of watching you every single day, he still couldn't believe that a woman of your sort truly walked this earth.
"I am done with you…" your eyes curved cheekily as you slowly moved back. "My God. I agree to a monthly trial–"
"It's not a trial, you'll be staying here forever."
Your back hit the pool's edge, but Sukuna didn't move. Instead, he observed you. Like a predator, preparing for a deadly attack.
"As I said, I do agree. But if you won't manage to persuade me to stay," slipped in a whisper, and you smiled even wider, seeing a furrow creasing his forehead. "I will simply kill myself. Just like Daphne did."
His heart nearly stopped, crimson eyes bloodshot. Before you could escape the pool, two arms yanked you back, pressing your chest against his. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Finger gently squeezed your face with a slight pinch, until salty fog blurred your sight.
"My God–" you barely muffled.
"Don't ever," he growled, gripping your cheeks harsher. "Ever say that in front of me again. I will break your legs if I have to. I will tie you up to bed if you force me to," something warm spilt from his belly, and just then, you remembered about his mouth. Heavy tongue took a long, fat drag of your wet cunt, and you cried within his brutal embrace. "You are mine. Every dream of yours, every part of your body, every single laugh, all of it belongs to me."
His grip on your cheeks was too strong to let you shake your head, but light enough to allow another moan to spill from your throat. In sweetness and pain, feeling the teeth of his belly mouth pinch your clit.
"My God–"
"Do you understand me?"
"I-I–ahh," a cry filled the foggy bath, feeling his tongue slurp on your wetness. It felt heavy, girthy, tasting you with a maddened pleasure as if feasting on the honeyed juices dripping down the water.
"Do you understand?" he gritted through his teeth, loosening up his grip on your cheeks. "I don't like to repeat myself."
With another sweet mewl, your head lulled to one side in a nod, and he finally released you from his clutches. You stood right in front of him – wet, trembling, with slippery thighs and cunt already missing the swirling of his tongue on your clit.
His thumb followed down to his belly, gathering traces of your cum. A second later, thick digit found its way to your lips, pushing the stickiness right onto your tongue.
It tasted sweet, almost milky-like, clinging to the muscle like a spider's web while his thumb smeared it all over your insides.
"Tastes delicious, hm? That's what you're keeping away from me," Sukuna groaned, drinking in the sight of your teary face. "I am not a patient man, my Goddess, but my heart belongs to you, and I wish to treat you the best I can," he lifted up your face, creaming your cheeks with the rest of the cum. "But I do warn you, dearest. When the month passes, I won't be holding myself anymore. So you'd better accept this fate and just let me love you."
You didn't nod, didn't even blink. Just observed his devilishly handsome face with teary, wrecked eyes beaming with fury.
You tried to snap back, but his thumb pushed harder on your tongue. "Uraume," he called, looking somewhere over your shoulder. "Take the Queen back to our chamber. I think she's a bit tired."
Light, white robes curled around your shoulder, before Uraume gently pulled you away from Sukuna's clutches. "My Queen, allow me to–"
You shook off her hand, wiping the rest of your cum from your cheek. "Thank you, I know how to tuck myself to sleep."
And so you left your future husband alone, with rage and ecstasy still mixing beneath your chest.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
The next few weeks passed with silence and tension binding the Goddess of Spring and the God of the Dead like a thin thread of fate. Only the three sisters were able to cut it swiftly and release you from the torment, and yet no one ever came to save the poor petal.
The first few days you spent mostly in the garden, lying under the pomegranate tree and observing the darkness blanketing the sky. The withered plains of the Underworld have never been touched by sunlight, and the lack of it started to bother you too.
There was no way to tell day from night, as the air was always slightly cold and the sky never turned any colour other than dark blue. Sometimes a sudden fog has risen over the horizon, curling above the parched trees.
The agonising screams from Tartarus could be heard over from your balcony, although after complaining to Sukuna about your lack of sleep, they somehow quieted down. You didn't pry into his methods, nor did you need to exactly know how he accomplished it.
It was difficult to grow anything in the garden, and after days of trying, you finally gave up. Well, not entirely, for you spent more and more days trying to think of a plant that would not need sun nor much water to bloom and if Sukuna could let you out even for a few days, surely you could find something.
He, however, was fully relentless at your begging as there was nothing binding you to the Underworld. Yet.
Fresh pomegranates whispered sweet sins to your ears as you looked at the round fruits bursting with crimson seeds. You wondered what they tasted like. How pristine their juices were.
Sometimes your finger would trace their hard skin with delicacy and quickly pull away, feeling Sukuna's heavy gaze drilling the hole in the back of your skull.
He seemed to always have you in his sight. It didn't really matter whether you strolled around the garden or went deeper into his domain – he was always there. Somewhere, lurking at your misty figure, the only colourful thing in his vast world, even if you didn't see him.
For the first few days, you didn't talk at all. And he was oh so angry with your nasty mood swings, even though it seemed he truly tried to be on his best behaviour.
For a while, you even refused to sleep in the same bed. He would wake up in the middle of the night only to find you cuddled into Cerberus's massive, soft body, snoring like a little baby and nuzzled under his heavy neck.
The beastly dog quickly became your favourite creature in the whole domain, and Sukuna couldn't count the times when you strolled with it through the dark plains and meadows, giggling sweetly whenever it rolled in withered grass.
It seemed the beast was particularly fond of and protective of you, so that even the God of Death himself could not approach you without the beast's shiny, sharp teeth growling his way. Crimson eyes observed him carefully, as if ready to rip his heart out if his lone finger brushed your silky skin.
And whenever Sukuna reminded you that Cerberus also had his role in the Underworld, the loveliest pout would twist your lips, and a dog's low growl would slash through the air.
And because Sukuna was softhearted only for you, he didn't have another choice but to allow you to adopt Cerberus as your own, exclusive pet.
But he absolutely couldn't stand waking up to the coldness wrapping around his body, and thus, for the first few days, in the middle of the night, he would travel all the way to Cerberus's cave only to take his Goddess back.
"Where is she?" the God would growl, with all four arms folded on his chest and eyes lidded with sleep. "Give her back, she'll come back to you in the morning anyway."
And the dog would usually ignore him, with three massive heads pretending to be plagued by a heavy slumber. Sukuna would sigh and slip a soft plea, trying to resonate with a beast he raised himself.
Three pairs of bloodshot eyes would glare at him deathly, but after a few quite embarrassing and yet desperate pleadings, the dog would lift his head up, only to reveal your peacefully slipping body. Curled against his fluffy neck, with fingers gripping the soft fur and shallow, peaceful breaths coming from your parted drooling lips.
Sukuna would lift you up with utmost care and bring you back to your chamber, wrapping himself around your body with all six limbs.
When the "morning" came, he was always the first one to slip from the bed. But not before getting himself untangled from your body. Lying serenely on his broad chest, with a drool pooling right above his heart and soft strands of your hair tickling his chin.
It was his most favourite sight during that month, and the only chance to see your face without a pout or crease forming on your lovely forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to you as much as he wished to.
But at least, after the few weeks of constantly going back and forth between your chamber and Cerberus's cave, you finally stopped escaping from his clutches and slept in his embrace for a whole night.
Moreover, during those weeks spent in each other's presence, you seemed to enjoy nothing more than pissing the God of the Dead off.
During one eventful night that both he and Uraume would recall in the future with a painful headache, you sat quietly at the long table. The wooden furniture bent under the heavy supper, with meats, fruits and vegetables prepared in feast portions.
Sukuna loved to see your cheeks stuffed full, and sometimes you would even joke that he tried to fatten you up only to eat you for dessert. He chuckled lowly, every time answering that if only you spread those thighs nicely, my Goddess, I would gladly eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
An embarrassed, nasty slip from your lips, as you tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly.
One evening, however, Uraume interrupted your supper with a heavy panting and trembling gaze.
"My Lord, my Queen," she said, taking a few deep breaths. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but something deeply concerning has occurred."
"What is it?" Sukuna mumbled, not even looking her way. Instead, he poured you another cup of wine, while you tried to hide your flushed cheeks behind a curtain of hair.
Oh, you were so, so fucked.
"All the souls lingering on the river's banks have entered the Underworld."
Sukuna suddenly stopped and put the jug of wine back on the table with a loud thud. "What?!"
Both you and Uraume shrugged.
"Charon took them all," she said, glimpsing your way.
You, however, looked down at your plate, as if trying to completely erase yourself from this conversation.
"All of them were buried with a coin? How is it possible?" Sukuna growled.
Uraume took a deep sigh, with deep, sorry eyes still lingering on your hunched figure. "He said that…" She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "The Queen ordered to let them in."
Fuck.
The air suddenly stilled, and a moment passed before Sukuna's crimson, angry eyes looked your way. But it's not like you could see the rage blazing in his gaze, as you still carefully observed the fresh fig lying on your plate.
The fact that he somehow got delivered all your favourite, fresh fruits down to the Underworld was truly–
"Do you want to tell me something, my Queen?" he asked with utmost politeness, although you sensed the displeasure bubbling in his throat.
"No, not really," you murmured, playing with a juicy fruit.
He took a deep sigh, curling all four of his hands into fists. A soft vein popped on his forehead as he truly, really tried to keep himself calm.
"I will ask you again," slipped softly, before his two hands pulled your chair closer to him. Your thighs brushed against each other, and his fingers lifted your chin up. Till you were forced to meet his heavy, bloody gaze. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Oh, lying to him like that was much, much harder.
"Listen," you started, and he already sighed. "I don't see any problem with it. Why would you keep them there if Charon can just take them all to the Underworld? Isn't that the whole point of your domain?"
His fingers tightened on your chin because, dear-fucking-heavens, he really struggled to hold it together. Four bloodshot eyes looked down at your pouty lips and doe eyes, as if your pure loveliness could melt his anger.
Well, it usually could.
"They cannot enter Hades if they do not get buried with a coin. That's the rule all of them must obey," rolled harshly, and your pout became even sweeter. Fuck. "How did you even force Charon to do it? This old man is stubborn as hell."
You nestled into his palm, attempting to ease his heart with a gentle, pleading look. "It turns out most of the creatures here are quite afraid of Cerberus," you giggled, even though Sukuna was clearly unhappy. "Um, and they’re also afraid of you. The threat of reporting to the Lord of the Underworld himself tends to work quite effectively."
Sukuna pulled away with a heavy groan and started massaging his temples. One side of him was rather happy that, after weeks of fighting, you decided to use both your title and him to get what you wanted. But the other wanted to curl his fingers around your neck and snap it clean, for the mess you have caused with your need to piss him off.
He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Why did you do it?"
"They looked sad."
His crimson gaze once again snapped to your face. "Sad? The souls?"
You nodded. "Well, all of them wanted to enter Hades so–"
"My Goddess, you can't do such a thing!" Uraume cried, looking out the tall window as if all those souls were travelling up Hades' temple.
"Why? I thought I was the Queen of the Underworld." A cheeky smile curved your lips, and Sukuna almost lost it. "I can do whatever I want. Your own words, my God."
Well, he did tell you that from now on, this domain was under both his and your control, but his mind ran far too short to predict that you, in fact, wouldn't know the most basic rules of this land.
And thus, he could only swallow his rage and look back at Uraume. "Catch them all and bring them back to the shore. Also, tell Charon that from now on he's forbidden from listening to the Queen's orders."
You scoffed, crossing arms on your chest. "I'm just going to set Cerberus on him."
"Right," Sukuna growled, sending you a short, angry look. "And also chain the dog to his cave. This beast has forgotten who his real master is."
You could forgive him mistreating the poor souls and Charon, but a line had to be drawn regarding your beloved dog.
Your fingers grabbed his forearm, eyes bulging in worry. "Wait! Leave Cerberus out of this," Sukuna looked at your nails digging into his skin and a jittery gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? Just…" There was a thread linking you both – dangerously thin, leading to an emotion your relationship hasn't yet discovered. Forgiveness. "Please don't hurt him. It's my fault. Cerberus listens to everything I say, he's just a silly dog. So let him be. If there's someone who should be punished, it's me."
Sukuna didn't say anything for a while, staring at your pleading eyes with a furrowed brow. A storm of feelings coiled in his head, and you noticed his gaze soften slightly. He often acted like a brute, of course, but you believed that somewhere, deep, deep beneath his chest, there was still a man who placed the little birds that had fallen from the trees back in their nests.
"Fine," he finally muttered and oh, how shocked he was when you chuckled and wrapped yourself around his neck. For a moment, he sat frozen in place, but soon all four arms curled around you, as he inhaled the sweetness coating your skin.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Uraume looked away to hide a little smile tugging on her lips, as it was a long, long time since she had seen the God of the Dead blushing like a virgin nymph.
Sukuna coughed, sending her a deadly gaze. "But I still believe that you and Cerberus could use some time away from each other. I'm tired of raising two brats at the same time," he mumbled, and you giggled into his neck.
"Well, my God, try to suggest it to him, and we'll see what happens," you pulled away, with hands still wrapped around his neck. "I'm afraid your beast found himself a new owner."
And so, since that evening, a little, hopeful grain started to bloom in Sukuna's heart.
As it seemed that his lovely Goddess had finally begun to warm to him. During the evening baths, you chirped into his ear like a fair birdie, sometimes even washing his muscular back and massaging his always-creased forehead.
At night, your body instinctively nuzzled into his. Legs wrapped around him tightly, hands curled around his arms, and a slightly wet cheek left a small puddle of saliva on his chest. He always beamed with warmth, and you, like a cat, used his body as a heater.
During the shared breakfast, you kept talking while he fed you the sweetest, juiciest fruits. What's more, your roles would shift, with your fingers occasionally placing a piece of orange onto his lips – sometimes upper, sometimes lower.
Whenever you stole a few apples for Cerberus, as he's tired of eating raw meat, he would only scoff and wave his hand. The beast has been living on meat and water for thousands of years, and yet, a few weeks after your appearance, he suddenly developed a lavish taste for fruits picked only by you.
On some afternoons, when Sukuna would nap under the pomegranate tree, you would creep to his side. Carefully place his head on your thighs and hum a lovely melody, just like you did back then in a forest. He would always try to stay as still as possible, just to prolong those precious moments – your fingers brushing through his hair and flowery fragrance coating his skin.
One special afternoon, your hum was interrupted by something else.
Something… alive.
The high trilling of crickets, soft chirping of birds and muffled croaks of the frogs, coming from the little pond Sukuna has built up for you.
Your fingers suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the God coughed quietly, wriggling under your touch. Like a dog, begging for more pats.
"How is it possible?" you asked, looking down at his "sleeping" face.
There was a minute of silence before he slowly, carefully opened his eyes and sighed heavily, meeting your solemn gaze. "The animals also need to enter Hades. Just on different rules," His eyes fell on something crawling up your hand. "Look there."
And to your surprise, you've noticed a grasshopper sitting serenely on your skin. It wasn't as lush and green as you remembered it to be, but misty, almost like a cloud, with only his foggy soul still crawling up your arm.
And then you've noticed birds sitting high up on the pomegranate tree, with their little wings looking like a shadow.
Something heavy formed in your throat and heart stirred with affection. "You brought them for me?"
Sukuna hummed, closing his eyes and gently placing your hand back on his head. "You can say that. Most of them were already here. I simply ordered to be bring them to our garden."
Your fingers started working through his hair again – scratching and massaging his head, till the beastly God stretched on your thighs like a cat and nuzzled into the softness of your belly.
You didn't push him away but rather giggled and whispered a sweet thank you. A little smile tugged on Sukuna's lips, and he purred softly my pleasure, Goddess.
And thus, for the first time in your life, you have felt free.
With Underworld's woeful air smooching your cheeks and shadowy animals following you around the withered plains.
You have never felt more alive than in the realm of the dead.
That's why when Sukuna called you into the main hall one day, your heart froze. With dread and fear, upon seeing your furious mother standing right next to him by the altar.
The altar, decorated with your small marble figures and fresh flowers, he ordered to be changed daily since no plant in the Underworld could survive longer than a day.
Your fingers curled in fists, lips fell in line, and somehow, even though you loved her dearly, you simply couldn't take a step closer.
Sukuna stood still, with four arms crossed on his chest and eyes looking carefully at your trembling body. As if he could read all the thoughts coiling beneath your furrowed brows.
"My darling, oh Gods," she sighed, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hug, although your arms hung loosely by your sides. "I thought I'd lost you forever. Can you believe that I needed to threaten Zeus himself to finally find you?"
She pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, only to meticulously ogle your face. "Oh my, you're so pale! This place did you no good, but at least you're fine. This brute…" she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sukuna's stony face. "My heart almost stopped upon hearing that he was the one who kidnapped you. Did he touch you? Are you okay? Did he, you know, force you to–"
"Mom," you quickly interrupted her and wriggled yourself out of her embrace. "Why are you here?"
She looked dumbfounded – with warm eyes bulging in shock and lips slightly falling open. When you stepped back, her forehead creased.
"I came to take you back, of course."
A gentle sigh echoed through the vast temple hall as you glanced over her shoulder. Somewhere nearby, a man was attentively listening to you, with a heart pounding loudly in his throat. Filled with fear, anticipation, hope.
Sukuna rarely looked at you with that gaze – filled with love and dread, as if he understood that neither anyone else nor he himself was truly worthy of your heart. He scarcely ever seemed so weak and afraid, as if his mind, soul, heart were fully, completely wrapped around your finger.
And thus now, after so many of his threats, you could make a choice.
To stay here, with him, or go back to your mother.
"Let's go, darling, I'm getting nauseous just from being here," she tried to grab your hand, but, once again, you stepped away.
"I'm not going back," slipped in a whisper. "I can't go back."
She looked shocked, and her lips curved in a nervous smile. "What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm bound to the Underworld."
Lie.
But oh, how good it felt in your heart, lifting the weight of all the mixed emotions you've buried over the past few days.
"Bound? What do you–" she started, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, gasped. A sharp cry escaped her throat, and her eyes looked back at Sukuna with a frightened, intense gaze. "You! You forced her to eat the seeds!"
Before she could step closer and smack his cheek with an open palm, you grabbed her. "No, mom. I did it myself."
She stopped, turning back your way. With disappointment filling her eyes and trembling lips. "You did what?"
"I love him."
And that, well, that was a confession no one expected. Not you, mother, and particularly not Sukuna. His breath hitched, eyes bulged, and he almost, almost took a step closer.
As his heart, mind, and soul were consumed by a desire to hold you and caress you yearningly until your lips swell from the sweetness of the kiss.
Your mother quickly interrupted, holding your cheeks. "You don't. Don't say it. You don't love him. He's a beast who manipulated your mind, love has no place here. Don't act foolishly, that's not how I raised you."
Your heart shuddered in wretchedness upon her words. As you knew how much she hated all the Gods. How hard she tried to keep this sweet, yet so foreign feeling away from you, as if the little seed growing in your heart was something shameful.
Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks, wetting her pads. "But I do, mother. And I will stay here, with him. That's my home now."
There was no need to listen to her further. Sliding her trembling hands from your cheeks, you turned and quickly disappeared into the comforting darkness of a temple you used to hate that much.
Her low pleadings filled the main hall, but you could only ignore them. Seeing her again, after a whole month, brought dreadful memories of years spent in her golden cage.
You entered the chamber and sat down on a plush bed. Your hands still slightly wet from nervousness, eyes taking in the cosiness and warmth of the bedroom you shared with… him. Candles licked your skin sweetly, and moon lurked through misty curtains.
Even the usual shrieks coming from Tartarus were mild that evening, allowing you to enjoy the little crickets slipping from the garden.
Cerberus barked somewhere deep within your domain, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You were on your way to give him his daily dose of apples when your mother suddenly appeared.
You sat on a bed, hunched and frozen, not noticing a massive shadow that swooshed closer. Dark robes appeared in front of your feet, and soon a heavy, musky fragrance followed.
"My Queen," Sukuna started, not quite sure what to say. A silence has fallen – pleasant, warm, homey. He sighed and crouched to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"
Only then did he notice crystal droplets still dripping down your cheeks. "My Goddess, why are you crying?"
"Don't allow her to take me," slipped in a crying whisper, before a muffled choke followed. His big hands gripped yours, trying to stop the trembling. "Please, let me stay here."
His fingers lifted to gently cup your face. "What are you talking about? Of course, I won't let you go," crimson eyes softened as a large thumb brushed your lower lip. "Have you forgotten my words? You're never leaving my side."
"Never?"
He shook his head. "Never. I will stand against all of Olympus if that's the price of loving you."
Another sharp cry rolled from your lips as you nuzzled into his hand.
He changed your positions, sitting on the bed and letting you climb onto his thighs, only to push your crying face into his neck. Four hands embraced you before he began to cradle you like a baby.
With soft whispers and kisses placed on your forehead.
When the first shock rolled away and the tears finally stopped, you pulled back. With swollen lips and puffy cheeks, that made Sukuna's heart swell with fondness.
His tongue lapped up the last salty droplets before big palms cupped your hips. "You'll stay here, with me," plush lips peppered your cheeks, nose, and the slightly trembling chin. "And you'll let me love and worship you as you deserve," his hands rolled your hips against his, drawing a moan from your throat. "No one will take you away from me. Not now, not ever."
Your arms wrapped around his neck, back bent in a delicate arch. You looked at him with a plea, taking in the divine beauty of his beastly face. "What if Zeus himself comes for me?"
His lips were barely brushing against yours, and a woody, heavy smell of his body tickled your heart. "I'll kill him. My Goddess, you truly underestimate me. I will move heaven and earth to keep you by my side."
And then, with a last longing gaze connecting your starving souls, your lips have finally crashed.
In a slow, gentle, yet raw kiss, with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and throat swallowing all your sugary moans.
All four hands quickly found their way around your body – caressing, holding, gripping the swell of your ass and moving your hips in harsher rolls.
Misty robe hanging on your shoulders slipped down with a gentle tug, and soon his two upper hands lifted to cup your breasts.
The softness of your skin made Sukuna's mind spin, and a craving to sink himself into your warm cunt felt almost maddening. His cocks, still clothed by a dark tunic, brushed against your folds and the sweetest, purest moan rolled right into his lips.
"Feed me, my God," you murmured, pulling away slightly. "Feed me the pomegranate seeds and tie me to the Underworld. To you."
Of course, you lied to your mother.
And Sukuna knew it too. He observed you for a whole day and night, never leaving your giggles out of his sight, and thus he was aware of your little, desperate lie.
What he hoped for, however, was that your confession was sincere.
Tasting the sweetness of your lips, he realised how truly doomed he was – completely entangled with the scent of your skin and the beauty of your eyes. His heart skipped a beat when your fingers pulled his pink hair, causing his hips to buck instinctively, seeking the intense pleasure.
You pushed his chest, forcing his massive body to lie down on the mattress. "Feed me, and I shall let you have a taste too."
Your lips met his cheeks, jaw, and dropped down through the bulging throat and collarbones, while fingers slipped from the dark robes. He wore nothing beneath the long tunic, and soon your lips curled around his nipple, biting it softly with a hum.
Two upper arms swiftly pulled you up to his face, while the lower ones still held your bare hips. "What will you let me taste, my Goddess?"
A cheeky smirk tugged on your lips as you placed your leaking cunt right over his open belly mouth. "Your favourite fruit, my God."
With a loud moan, you lowered down onto its tongue, feeling the heavy muscles giving you a long, nasty lick. A shudder washed over your spine, and Sukuna drank the next cry that escaped your throat.
"You taste even better than I remembered, my Goddess," he groaned, feeling the saccharine droplets coat his lower tongue. Sticking to his teeth and inner cheeks like the sweetest honey. "But I have a much better idea."
And with that, you quickly found yourself facing his massive cocks and hovering over his face. Your puffy, drenched folds hang right above his lips, and he looked at your dripping cunt with a low groan.
"Fuck, my Goddess," two fingers parted your folds, only for a small, sticky droplet to drip down his chin. "You smell so fucking good, lower yourself a bit."
He didn't wait for your answer as two big hands pulled your hips down with a single, strong move. A groan slipped past his lips and went straight to your cunt, sending a wave of trembling pleasure straight to your clit.
"That's right, my sweet fucking Goddess," he mumbled, lips curving under the weight of your hips. "Don't be shy, get yourself comfortable."
"I-I'm not shy," and if not for a heat that slapped your cheeks, he maybe would believe you.
But your body was too honest, too inexperienced to hide the way your hips rolled against his tongue. Another pitched moan filled the foggy air when his tongue slipped inside your tight cunt.
His lower hands landed on your back and slowly, slowly bent you down. Till your wet lips met with two, pulsing heads and breasts hang right over the belly mouth.
Oh, he was right, this position was absolutely killing… both of you.
Because the moment big, beastly lips curled around your nipple, your hips buckled, and a sweet moan tickled both leaking heads.
"Nghhh," bounced sweetly off his veiny shafts. "That's–mhmm, my God, feels so good."
Sukuna chuckled, slurping on your swollen clit and pushing another cry from your chest. "Give them a little lick, my Queen. They've been waiting for you whole fucking month."
With a hazy gaze, you glanced at two fat cocks smooching your cheeks. Wet and massive, with droplets of musky precum oozing down the pulsing skin and a strong fragrance making you even wetter. He smelled so heavy, manly, and the moment you gave the first cock a kitty lick, Sukuna groaned straight into your clit.
Your hand grabbed the other one and started pumping it in slow, gentle moves, with your thumb brushing the reddened head. Belly mouth sucked on your breasts as if waiting for something more creamy to release itself onto his ravaging tongue, and you cried even louder whenever the wet tongue travelled between both of your nipples.
"How is it possible, fuck," Sukuna groaned, scooping a hefty gush of your cum and drinking it straight from your fluttering hole. "That you're so sweet everywhere. My beautiful, divine Goddess. Come on, try to suffocate me with your cunt. Put your whole weight into it."
With your cheek stuffed full of his cock, you pulled away with a nasty pop and looked over your shoulder. "My God, please take a deep breath," you reminded, because Sukuna seemed to be absolutely lost between your drenched thighs.
With a single finger thrusting into your tight hole and an open mouth catching all the dripping sap. His teeth grazed your clit, before a warm tongue kissed the pain away. He slurped like a madman, whispering little obscenities straight into your pussy and kissing her with nasty squelches. Gluey cum stuck to his nose, lips and chin, connecting him with your parted folds.
"I can't, I don't have to, she needs me," he groaned, giving you another heavy lick. With tongue covering the entirety of your cunt and finger pushing through your pulsing walls. "So sweet, my Goddess, you're so fucking delicious."
Oh, there was truly no remedy for him!
And thus you went back to his pulsing, almost bursting shafts. Your puffy lips kissed two heads before sucking on one gently. Fingers squeezed his constricting balls, juggling them softly and giving them a shy lick.
Sukuna trembled under your body, so you did it again, and again, and again, kissing, licking and sucking on his balls, while rolling your hips against his tongue.
"My God, are you okay?" you slipped shyly, although a cheekiness shimmered in your haze.
Sukuna pulled away from your cunt, and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me stupid questions, my Goddess. My patience is already hanging by a thread, so unless you want me to fold in half and fuck that cunt raw, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours."
You giggled, biting gently down on his balls. "I'll take that as a ye–ah!" you moaned, when the second finger slipped into your tight cunt. "My G-God, that's too–"
Too much wanted to roll, but Sukuna soon added the third . "You're so tight, my Goddess. I'm afraid both of them won't fit in," he slurped, feeling the desperate squeezes of your walls and juices trickling down his fingers.
Both?
An unsettling, truly frightening thought has crossed your mind. He could tear you apart with one, and using two seemed to be a completely foolish idea!
When his pads pushed something, slightly swollen and plush, your whole body shuddered. Pleasure washed over your spine, dripping down to curled feet, and a sugary moan wrapped around his leaking cock.
"There it is," Sukuna growled, looking at your raw, soaked pussy trying to mould itself around his fingers. "My Queen, you're doing so well. Squeezing my fingers so tight, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cocks."
The weird warmth has been coiling in your belly since his lips landed on your clit. But now, with fingers pushing your walls and pads brushing against the plump spot, something warmer, wetter started to plash inside your pouch. Something dangerously pleasurable and ready to burst beneath Sukuna's tongue and his big, stomach mouth sucking sweetly on your tits.
"My G-God, I–" you moaned, when all of his three fingers bent against the sweet spot and lips slurped on your clit. "I'm going to, mhmm, allow me to cum on your cocks, p-please."
And a single teary look over your shoulder, with hair sticking to your wet cheeks and lips fallen open, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Whatever you wish, my Queen," he said, quickly pulling you away from his mouth.
Your body turned again, and this time you found yourself back on top, with two massive cocks squirming beneath your drooling folds and his lower hands gripping your thighs.
"You want me to…?"
He nodded, gently pulling your hips up, to help his leaking heads kiss your fluttering hole. "Ride me, my Queen. I want to watch you take it up…" his fingers traced the softness of your belly, before pushing on a spot somewhere just beneath your button. "here. Both of them."
Your pussy was ready to burst any second, and you could already feel something else, other than your normal wetness, drip down his cocks. The fog in your mind grew thicker, sweat coolly lined your neck, as you pressed both hands against his chest and leaned on trembling, feeble arms.
Rough thumb from the upper arm slipped between your folds, rolling gently the puffy clit. "Slowly, my Queen, take a deep breath." You did just that, with eyes looking straight into his. Both heads started forcing their way through your tight walls, gathering the slippery juices on the way. "That's it, that's my good girl, deep breaths."
He talked you through it, with thumb rubbing the sweet button and lower hands slowly, slowly, pulling you down his shafts.
A sharp cry rolled past your lips when both heads slipped inside. Pushing into your contracting walls and ripping you open, till the metallic taste of blood pooled somewhere at the back of your throat.
The water plopping inside your belly was filling you full, together with Sukuna's cocks constantly trying to thrust inside. You could feel every vein, every detailed curve of his shafts lick your gummy insides, as he pushed, and pushed, and took in the maddening beauty of your face, utterly lost in pleasure.
Your pussy squelched around his monstrous cocks. Cried sweetly, with a clit slowly getting much harsher rubs, till the swollen button started to tremble.
"My God, w-wait, something's wrong," you cried, trying to pull yourself off.
But Sukuna's lower hands kept you in place, and his hips bucked up, trying to meet yours. "Everything's good, my Queen. Deep breaths, you're doing so well."
"No, you don't get it, I–"
The heat hit your cheeks, walls clamped down half-thrust, and the alarmingly plopping water, finally, finally, spilt.
You came.
Or maybe, gushed.
With his cocks barely inside, a hefty wave rolled through your spine, spraying Sukuna's hands, belly, and chest with your cum. Your body trembled in pleasure, and he used this short moment of distraction to thrust his cocks fully, till your hips finally met his.
It was brutal, mean, absolutely filthy, with his lower mouth drinking your squirt and crimson eyes glimmering with maddening yearning.
Something in his mind snapped when he noticed a big bulge right under your belly button, and within a second, your position changed once again.
And this time, you knew that it was over.
He folded you in half, till your ass peeled off the drenched bed, and pussy glistened under his fiery gaze. All four arms kept you tightly in place, with lower limbs spreading your soaked thighs and upper ones taking something from the bedside table.
Only then have you noticed a crimson, bursting pomegranate, licked by the candle's warm tongues and dripping down Sukuna's forearm. He ripped it in half with a single, gentle move, before drinking the seeds with eyes never leaving yours.
"Deep breath, my Goddess," he said again, before both of his cocks rammed into your needy, stretched hole and lips crushed against yours. "Swallow it," he muttered into your reddened teeth, pushing all the pomegranate seeds straight into your mouth. "My little slutty Queen. Coming on my cocks when I barely thrusted in."
The fruit tasted sweeter than honey itself and mixed with Sukuna's sweet spin. His tongue trailed against yours, before lips moved towards your cheeks, chin, jaw, leaving all over your face a sweet, bloody trace of the fruit.
The power that tied your body, heart and soul to the God who wished for nothing but to love you like a madman and worship every piece of your skin.
His thrusts became more erratic, brutal, with squelches filling the wet, foggy air and his heavy, massive body leaning on your folded legs. His hips met yours with each roll, and whenever he pulled away, a long, sticky strand stretched between his soaked shafts and your sensitive cunt.
"Open up, my Queen," he growled, digging his fingers into your jaw. "Show me how well you swallowed it all."
Your lips fell open, and a string of drool trickled down his fingers. Big thumb pushed on your reddened tongue, and you sucked it sweetly, with eyes crossing in pleasure.
The long, fat tongue of his lower mouth slid out and gave your clit a long, filthy lick, before its lips sucked on it raw. Irritating the sensitive button and slurping on the last droplets of your squirt. Sukuna groaned, feeling your walls clamping around his cocks and pushed harsher, as if trying to fight the merciless squeeze.
"Fuck, my Goddess, let me–ahh–let get to your womb," he groaned, giving you a single, brutal thrust. You cried around his thumb, but he simply shushed you sweetly. "Don't cry, it's alright. Ngh, squeezing me so fucking hard," he leaned over, licking off the salty droplets.
His hips moved with unbelievably violent motion, rocking your bed against the wall and drawing a loud cry from your throat. Two pulsing heads kissed your womb with squelches till it swelled like a juicy peach and bent under his heartless thrusts.
A familiar warmth once again started to pool in your belly. Your arms curled behind Sukuna's neck, pulling him into another, filthy kiss. "My God, I'm g-gonna… soon… mhmm so good, s-so–ahh!"
He chuckled against your lips, but couldn't ignore the lovely tenderness filling your teary eyes. His heart jumped, and lower hands folded you into an even meaner mating press. Till you could barely breathe under his massive body, squeezing you down.
"Say it," he whispered, letting his cocks rip you raw. "Say it again."
Two fat shafts slipped in and out, smooching every little corner of your tired, swollen cunt. The pleasure filled you from head to toe, overflowing your body in electrifying strokes.
You knew what he wanted to hear. But his thrusts made a mushy mess out of your mind and eyes rolled back each time his hand pushed the bulge forming under your belly. Not even pregnancy could get you that bloated.
When your head lulled to the side, his fingers dug into your cheeks again, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Say it, my Goddess," he said, licking the last red traces of pomegranate juice from the corner of your lips. "I beg you."
"I love you," slipped like a dream. "I–I, mhmm, I love you. My God, I–"
His lips joined yours in a yearning, maddened kiss. "Fuck, my sweet Goddess. I love you so much, so fucking–fuck."
The warmth in your belly spilt again, and watery cum flooded his abdomen. The belly mouth sucked itself onto your clit, drinking each and every bead of your sweet nectar.
A second later, his hips finally stilled. Pulsing heads nuzzled into your womb, filling it with heavy, gluey cum. He pumped you full, with maddened pleasure creasing his forehead and knees digging into the mattress. Everything, just to get as close to you as possible.
His hefty cum filled your belly before bursting outside and buttering your folds.
"My God, at this point, mhmm, you'll knock me up," a sweet, tired giggle slipped past your lips, feeling his seed overflowing your poor womb. "Although I truly wouldn't mind."
He sighed, nuzzling warmly into the crook of your neck. The plushiness of your skin still made his mind spin, and the flowery fragrance haunted him like a spirit. "My Goddess, don't play with fire."
Your fingers brushed through his hair, pulling a low hum from his massive chest. "I'm not afraid to get burned," you said with full seriousness.
But God didn't answer. Just cuddled closer to your body – plush breasts, soft neck, and hair tickling his nose. He reminded you of Cerberus whenever the beast tried to cuddle into your side.
And with the same love and fondness, you kissed his temple, whispering simple yet oh so important, I'm yours, forever.
Forever it truly was for you, as no other couple on Olympus would ever conquer the utter devotion and love of the Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Underworld.
Such contrary characters and yet relishing themselves in the most maddening obsession the Olympus has ever seen.
Oh god, I'm tired but so, so happy. I think it's pretty good, but please let me know your thoughts in the comments <3 Pray forgive me for any mistakes, the wizard was proofreading it at 11 p.m.
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