âCâmon dude, itâll be fun,â said Gojo as he shoved Chosoâs arm.
âI donât know manâŚI feel like itâs objectifying andâŚdirty.â
Choso said as he ran a hand up the back of his head shyly.
âIâve never been to a strip club and Iâm not sure how to feel about it. I know itâs your birthday and all butâŚthis seems like a lot.â
Gojo rolled his eyes and put his arm around Chosoâs shoulder. He knew heâd win him over eventually.
The two boys continued walking back to their dorm room. They were both seniors in college and this weekend was Gojoâs 21st birthday. Gojo was somewhat of a popular guy at the college they attended. He made friends with everyone, especially the girls. Choso wasnât sure why Gojo insisted on going to a strip club for his birthday since he could get with anyone he wanted.
The boys made it back to their room where they continued their conversation. Eventually, Gojo got Choso to agree, only after promising he wouldnât have to do anything, just show up. Choso stayed up that night, imagining in his head what he was getting himself into.
The weekend finally came and Choso pulls into the clubs parking lot. He gets out and sees everyone surrounding Gojoâs car. They all dap each other up and start hyping him up, something about ass and titties, Choso doesnât really pay any mind to it. They walk into the club and go to the bar. Choso grabs a drink, something light since he lit up on the drive there. He needed something to calm his nerves.
âLetâs go up to the stage!â One of Gojoâs friends say.
Choso reluctantly follows the group up to the stage. Some random song Choso doesnât know is playing. He feels awkward and doesnât really know where to look. The dancer collects her money, giggling at the calls the random men are throwing at her.
The DJ comes over the microphone to announce the next dancer. Choso finishes his drink, listening to the boys make jokes, loving every second of being there. Choso on the other hand would rather be at home, doing anything but this. Heâs never really had a girlfriend or done anything with a girl before. He liked women, he thought they were beautiful. Some would say his shy personality and looks are what kept them away. He never really put himself out there much. He enjoyed living vicariously through Gojo, hearing his stories about his ordeals was enough.
The next song starts playing and unexpectantly, itâs a song Choso enjoys. Not your typical club song you hear. He is intrigued. He glances up towards the stage and his eyes fixate on the dancer, on you.
You have been working at this club for a decent amount of time. You donât attend school just yet, wanting to take some time off and save some money. You liked this job, thought it was fun to go up and dance to songs you got to pick. You liked the attention you got, knowing how to get men to fawn all over you. There was no touching allowed in this club so you were always safe. You went out on stage after the DJ announced your stage name and kept your head down until you got up to the pole. You looked up into the audience and saw some boys who looked your age. This will be fun, you thought. One boy caught your eye. He looked up at you with dark brown eyes, big as dinner plates. He had his long dark hair tied back and he has some facial piercings. Not your usual type, but he seemed interesting.
Choso could not believe his eyes. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You had on a sexy red set on and your long hair just flowed beautifully down your back. He couldnât help but stare at you. Until you looked up. You made direct eye contact with him and gave him a little grin. Choso turned away quickly, blushing.
What the actual fuck?
Did she really just smile at me?
Choso took the chance to look back up at you but you were focused on dancing. You moved so gracefully on the pole. Taking your time and going nice and slow. Hitting each beat in the song. He really couldnât take his eyes off of you. Your body. The way it moved on the stage. Each time your heels clicked, he could feel something below. Choso cursed under his breath.
Gojo nudged him with his elbow, nodding and smiling.
âShe is fine as fuck right?â
Choso just nodding along, giving Gojo a courtesy laugh. Choso just continued following you with his eyes.
You could feel him staring at you during the whole dance. It made you feel something you donât usually feel when dancing. This made you even more intrigued by him. You pulled out all of your best moves, trying to impress him. You could see his hands go into his pockets, maybe trying to hide something? You finished out the routine as the song ended. You collected your cash, crawling across the stage seductively. You lock eyes with the mysterious boy again and blow a kiss to him. The boys around him go nuts. You laugh to yourself and make your exit. You go backstage to touch yourself up and get ready to go out onto the floor. You know what you have to do. You want something and nothing is going to stop you.
After what just happened after the dancer left the stage, Choso knew he needed another drink. He could feel the red on his face. His heart was beating faster and his pants were feeling a tad bit tighter. He felt so embarrassed. He adjusted himself so it was so obvious and made his way back to the bar. The other boys laughing and joking as he walked away. He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a shot.
As the bartender served him, he heard a sweet voice behind him.
âWhereâs mine?â
Choso turned around to see who was talking and he froze in his seat. You walk up and snake a hand onto his back. You could feel him tense beneath your touch.
âI- uh- Yeah what do you drink?â
You just laugh and tell the bartender to get you the same thing.
âSo, whatâs your name, handsome?â You say, staring into those big brown eyes.
He shifts around in his seat and says âChoso, nice to meet youâŚâ
You fill in the pause with your name. You reach out your hand to shake his. His big hand engulfs yours in a swift handshake.
âCheers to making new acquaintancesâ you say, holding up the shot glass.
Synopsis: 6 girls decide to rent a large apartment together as they attend Jujutsu Collegiate.
Unbeknownst to them the upcoming string of events that will all unfold in one year.
Note: all stories with have a different "y/n" won't be named yn in stories but you could self insert if you choose. This will also be in chronological order though they can all be read alone.
Tag list form at bottom
Choso KAMO
Plug! Choso x OF!Amber
Warnings: a lot of smut, substance use, masturbation tba
Choso is the university's go to dealer, you ask for anything he gives it to you a day later. One of his regulars asks for a substance he doesn't just give out so he goes over to her dorm when he meets the girl of his dreams and fantasies. Literally.
Satoru GOJO
Frat!Gojo x Partygirl!Aubrey
Warnings: smut, drinking, substance use, tba
Everyone knew Gojo, even if you didn't go to parties you knew who the fuck he was. He's never met his match when it came to parting till the first party of the year, where he saw Aubrey Major. Downing shots like water, talking to Choso every hour, and dancing on anyone that looked danceable. Now this was Gojo's speed
Kento NANAMI
President!Nanami x Bimbo! Emily
Warnings: dom x sub, collar/leash situation, smut, tba
Kento was able to make a reputation as the best president the student body had ever elected, knew how to balance student satisfaction and progression of the campus. Whilst Emily could make a waffle without burning the house down. When she latches on to him at a party like a little kitty Kento sees a world where school politics didn't matter.
Sukuna RYOMEN
Quarterback!Sukuna x Crazygirl!Genevieve
Warnings: violence (female on female), smut, toxic relationship, tba
Everyone can attest that Sukuna was crazy both on the field and at every party his frat held, anyone who partied with him went home with a story to tell. He sleeps around, a lot, none of the girls at his university being able to satisfy him. Till he's slapped by a seemingly drunk girl at the party, being accused of groping her.
Toji FUSHIGURO
Broke!Toji x Richgirl!Ariana
Warnings: sugar baby/mommy type relationship, sex for money, smut, tha
Dust flies left Toji's wallet anytime he made the mistake of opening it. People always wondered how in hell he was able to maintain his Fraternity fees for 4 years as well as his University Tuition. On one of his little side jobs, he goes to this nice apartment and is tasked with fixing the engine of a pretty pink Porsche owned by an even prettier and pinkier girl.
Hiromi HIGURUMA
LawStudent!Hiromi x LawStudent!Amelia
Warnings: dom x sub, smut, tba
Top of his class and already on the way to entering the best law school in the state, Hiromi didn't have time for the parties his frat held, or anything as a matter of fact, so he doesn't know why he agreed to tutor a first year pre-law student who seemed to have time for anything apart from studying.
Synopsis: 6 girls decide to rent a large apartment together as they attend Jujutsu Collegiate.
Unbeknownst to them the upcoming string of events that will all unfold in one year.
Note: all stories with have a different "y/n" won't be named yn in stories but you could self insert if you choose. This will also be in chronological order though they can all be read alone.
Tag list form at bottom
Choso KAMO
Plug! Choso x OF!Amber
Warnings: a lot of smut, substance use, masturbation tba
Choso is the university's go to dealer, you ask for anything he gives it to you a day later. One of his regulars asks for a substance he doesn't just give out so he goes over to her dorm when he meets the girl of his dreams and fantasies. Literally.
Satoru GOJO
Frat!Gojo x Partygirl!Aubrey
Warnings: smut, drinking, substance use, tba
Everyone knew Gojo, even if you didn't go to parties you knew who the fuck he was. He's never met his match when it came to parting till the first party of the year, where he saw Aubrey Major. Downing shots like water, talking to Choso every hour, and dancing on anyone that looked danceable. Now this was Gojo's speed
Kento NANAMI
President!Nanami x Bimbo! Emily
Warnings: dom x sub, collar/leash situation, smut, tba
Kento was able to make a reputation as the best president the student body had ever elected, knew how to balance student satisfaction and progression of the campus. Whilst Emily could make a waffle without burning the house down. When she latches on to him at a party like a little kitty Kento sees a world where school politics didn't matter.
Sukuna RYOMEN
Quarterback!Sukuna x Crazygirl!Genevieve
Warnings: violence (female on female), smut, toxic relationship, tba
Everyone can attest that Sukuna was crazy both on the field and at every party his frat held, anyone who partied with him went home with a story to tell. He sleeps around, a lot, none of the girls at his university being able to satisfy him. Till he's slapped by a seemingly drunk girl at the party, being accused of groping her.
Toji FUSHIGURO
Broke!Toji x Richgirl!Ariana
Warnings: sugar baby/mommy type relationship, sex for money, smut, tha
Dust flies left Toji's wallet anytime he made the mistake of opening it. People always wondered how in hell he was able to maintain his Fraternity fees for 4 years as well as his University Tuition. On one of his little side jobs, he goes to this nice apartment and is tasked with fixing the engine of a pretty pink Porsche owned by an even prettier and pinkier girl.
Hiromi HIGURUMA
LawStudent!Hiromi x LawStudent!Amelia
Warnings: dom x sub, smut, tba
Top of his class and already on the way to entering the best law school in the state, Hiromi didn't have time for the parties his frat held, or anything as a matter of fact, so he doesn't know why he agreed to tutor a first year pre-law student who seemed to have time for anything apart from studying.
Sukuna had met you during his usual visits to the small villages surrounding him. You were working in your motherâs tiny flower stall in the corner of a marketplace
It was like love at first sight, at least to you, Sukuna definitely felt attracted but love was a strong word he didn't know how to use
Soon enough he unleashed his terror on the village but for some reason he spared you. He saw you hiding in what used to be your home which was now a weak structure surrounded by rubble
He looked into your eyes and you did too, he didn't see any fear in it which piqued his interest, before you knew it you were flung over his shoulder and escorted out of the rubble
Life in his estate wasn't hard you wondered why some servants had such a washed over look on their faces all the time, you were fed well, put in luxury silks, given soft pillow and furs, everything to you was perfect
After some time passed Sukuna started staying in the estate more, watching you silently as you interacted with the roses right by his balcony, you inhaled each garden patch and plucked a few of them even. It was at this point you earned the nickname "My Flowerâ Always nose deep in a flower bed, you were just so interesting to him.
It wasn't shocking when he named you his wife, you were happy, you really loved this man, or whatever he was and he seemed to love you as well.
You were given even more expensive silks than before, servants became more attentive to you, at least 3 women followed you around attending to anything you wanted.
Sukuna had business outside the estate at times but he would always return to you and make sure you felt how much he missed you over that time.
One trip in particular, he came back with a red silk kimono, it was beautiful, decorated with a print of roses because those were the flowers you gravitated to the most. The flowers that adorned a whole side of the estate because of you.
"Wear it when we make our children tonight." He had been rambling about both of you making your children, he needed heirs after all, and you were at your prime time so why wouldn't you give the love of your life your everything.
He had left that afternoon and your 3 ladies in waiting helped you put on the red silk, never having touched such expensive material before, they made you look prettier than you did in the morning, pinning your hair in a bun and attaching a rose to it.
You walked to the side of the estate with all roses that were planted specifically for you, a particular one stood out to you, it was longer, so perfect, you smelt it deeply. Its petals were a deeper red but it stained with an even redder substance as you sharply inhaled.
You looked down seeing the knife pushed deep into your chest, blood dripping from your lips to the rose. The knife was removed as quickly as it was put in leaving your chest a bleeding mess. Loosing the willpower to stay up, you collapse back onto the stone floor, your fingers now loosely gripping the stem of the flower that was withering as you were.
Your blood pooled around you as you heard shrieks and footsteps, you tried to stay, stay until you heard his voice for the last time, you took shallow breaths, your eyes getting blacker and blacker.
"Y/N!" A faint smile painted your lips hearing his voice before you finally let go, fingers letting the withered flower go. You didn't feel your body being cradled by your lover or the kiss he planted on your bloody lips. You didn't feel anything anymore.
2018, Tokyo, Sukuna grumbled in his vessel, annoyed just by the sound of Yuji's voice. Nobara, Megumi. and Yuji were walking through the university courtyard on their way to the usual food spot. Sukuna was zoned out till his nose picked a smell. A smell embedded in his ancient senses, he sat up and a large smile replaced his previous grimace.
"My flower."
He saw you through Yuji's eyes, you looked the same as you did 1000 years ago, now your hair was blonde, you were adorning modern clothes, a red curve hugging dress, the red making his smile widen even more, his flower, still in his favorite color. You really were meant for him. But you being reincarnated wasn't going to ruin his plans. He still needed to carry out his revenge, the revenge he failed at, those 1000 years ago. Finishing off the clan that killed his flower.
plug!choso who you broke up with because he sold some goodies to a girl that âwanted him so badâ
plug!choso who started taking more of his supply to use on his own to cope with you not being with him
plug!choso who texted you till 1am still high resulting in you cussing him out and blocking him once morning came
plug!choso who found a smoking partner in Yujiâs classmate, a pretty blonde girl with perky tits, if you were being honest she looked exactly like you with a different hair color and taller. And you had a bigger ass but no one was measuring
plug!choso who invited said blonde to smoke in his room and vent about you as the pain was particularly harsh that day
plug!choso who didnât expect for you to barge into his room and see him getting sucked off by the blonde girl, who you soon learn is called Yuki.
plug!choso who thought he was hallucinating when he heard shouts from either side of the room followed by a short lived cat fight between the two girls
plug!choso who kept looking at the fight incredulously, till Yuji bursts in and sees you on top of Yuki, breaking it up before more damage was done
plug!choso who quickly latched onto your thighs after Yuji dragged you off the bruised blonde on the floor
plug!choso who whimpered at the skin loss when you pushed him back onto the bed and yelled at him for cheating on you you were broken up thoâŚ
plug!choso who chased after you when you left the room in a hurry
plug!choso who begged and banged on your car window as you were trying to pull out
plug!choso whose heart leaped when you rolled down the window pouting the lips he wanted to kiss so bad.
plug!choso who waited for you to say the first word before pleading his case
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What if I just made this a one shot and ended it for the imagination?
A blurb to fill time as I try to write the reimagined Sukuna Heian Era story. I dislike writing long stories, I give myself till mid June at the latest
ŕ¨ŕ§ ââ text stories
- Texts with your frat!ex who wants you back
synopsis: you were with your frat!ex for 9 years before he cheated on you at a party leading to your breakup, now he wants you back.
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- Texts with your ex situationship after breaking up with your boyfriend
synopsis: you just broke up with your boyfriend of 5 months and the first person you text is your situationship, what could this lead to?
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ŕ¨ŕ§ ââ oneshots
nothing here yet
ŕ¨ŕ§ ââ pov
nothing here yet
synopsis: sukuna likes to think that youâve changed him for the betterâ his friends and family agree. heâs calmer, less eager to fight. change comes easy when you have a girlfriend at home thatâll tell you to shut the fuck up if you sneeze too many times in a row.
cw: MDNI, toxic relationships, smut, rom-com(ish), sukuna is constantly fucking around and finding out, he likes where he's at tho, even when reader hits him with a car, oral (m receiving), mating press
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Sukuna was convinced that you found joy in terrorizing him.Â
Do not tell him that he could just simply leave, eitherâ thereâs no point. Heâll just go back to you in the end. He always does, thatâs the unfortunate part of being in love with you. Thereâs no doubt in his mind that itâs his karma for all the crazy, borderline illegal shit heâs done. He was allowed love, but it came at a costâ a girlfriend who had the ability to make his heart race with fear. Sometimes it gets him hard, sometimes it doesnât. He doesnât have much control over it.Â
He doesnât have control over much, really.Â
But like he said, he loves you. You are very lovely to be around most of the time, so it makes up for all of your less lovely qualities. Itâs not like he has to deal with them much anyway, at least not since youâve forbidden him from speaking in the first hour youâre awake. If you think about it, he has some control there since thereâs always the option to poke the bear, but he doesnât.
Instead, he chooses peace.
Sukuna likes to think that youâve changed him for the betterâ his friends and family agree. Heâs calmer, less eager to fight. The man who once thrived in chaos now looks forward to the small moments of stillness life has to offer, often he goes out seeking for it. Heâs more patient, has more control over himself.Â
Many people ask him how he did it, and he just shrugs. âGettinâ old I guess,â heâll sometimes tell people.Â
Truth is, heâd rather die than admit that change comes easy when you have a girlfriend at home who tells you to shut the fuck up if you sneeze too many times in a row. He doesnât need them thinking thatâs another thing heâs not allowed to do. He is. Youâll even say bless you the first time he does it, you just get annoyed after the third one. Itâs like Regina George and Satan had a baby when youâre annoyed, so heâs learned not to annoy you.Â
Crazy definitely has a look to it, like the eyes or something, but not always. Sometimes you find out the hard way, like Sukuna did, who, at a very ignorant time in his life, didnât want to do dishes. He thought reminding you of who pays the most in rent and utilities would get him out of it. Instead, he found out that you had a kill switch for the part of your brain that feels empathy.Â
He slept on the couch that night, which was pointless because you committed to turning on the fire alarm every time he managed to fall asleep. Then he went out and bought a dishwasher the next morning, since he was going to be the one doing dishes for the next three months. He also had to buy a new set of dishes since there werenât any to actually load the dishwasher with. You broke them all, save for the one you hurled at his head. You have great aim, by the way. He almost didnât catch it.Â
That wasnât the end of his day, though. The flower shop was supposed to be his last stop, but then he remembered you said something about feeling sorry for his mother, and thank god for Jin because she wouldâve gone through labor for nothing, and thank god for Jin again because every parent needs at least one kid to be proud of, so he went ahead and bought his mother some flowers, too.Â
Then he finally went home. Getting the cold shoulder was expected and well deserved. So you could only imagine how unsettling it was when you smiled and welcomed him back home as if nothing ever happened. To this day, he doubts he needed to bring home any flowers.
Itâd be nice to say that was the one and only time heâs ever fucked around and found out with you, but heâs not perfect. He still isnât. The slip ups are rare, but they still happen, and he still never knows how youâll reactâ sometimes itâs instant, youâll blow up right then and there, then get over it an hour later. Other times itâs delayed, and youâll shell out weeks' worth of time and effort purely for your entertainment.
Like when he got off work on a random Tuesday and spent half an hour walking around the parking garage, all pissed off because he couldnât find his car. He thought some asshole stole it, filed a police report, and everything. Only to find out that you hid it in some random parking garage in some town a couple of hours away, and spent two entire months acting shocked about it despite shelling out $300 each month for the parking permit.
There was also the time he showed up to work on a Monday and learned that he had sent his boss a particularly nasty resignation email over the weekend. He got his job back, but it took a good amount of convincing since his boss didnât believe that youâd do something like that. Sometimes he thinks about what wouldâve happened if he couldnât get his job backâ you probably wouldâve pushed him out of the house the very next day to look for a new one, since you refused to take on any more bills after that first fight.
He was convinced that was it. That your spite had reached its fullest potential when you fucked with his job, a.k.a both of your livelihoods, and itâll surely make everything else after look like childâs play. He couldn't come up with anything worse than that, and it was a direct result of his limited creativity. Thereâs always room for improvement. You can alwaysbe worse.
You proved that when you hit him with his car.Â
All he was trying to do was stop you from leaving after an argument, and chose not to believe that youâd hit him if he didnât move. Why would he? Itâs not like he cheated on you. He never lied to you. He thought you were only saying that because you wanted to make him feel bad for yelling at youâ that wasnât a good enough reason to hit someone with a car. Especially when he didnât even curse!Â
He had a little more faith in you than that.Â
Letâs say you did try, it'd probably just be a small tap. Your love may be questionable at times, but it was there, and you donât want to send the person you love flying across the street. You care about him. The most youâd do is take your foot off the brake so your car could give him a little warning bump.
Then the smell of burning rubber hits his nose.Â
You stepped on the gas so god damn hard that the tires needed a second to gain traction.Â
Sukuna is 6 '4, a whopping 250 lbs of pure muscle. The sound of his tires screeching into the air before taking off made his life flash before his eyes. Despite being worried for a moment there, he was physically fine.
Spiritually, however? Not very good. You made it a personal goal to knock the fucking Mario coins out of him and then watched him get up on his own right after, absolutely distraught and barking about how he couldnât believe you just did that to him.Â
Heâs so pissed he doesnât even realize you turned back around instead of leaving like you said you would.
âWHAT THEÂ FUCKÂ IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHO DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!â
Itâs hard to take him seriously when heâs like thisâ so far past the point of shock that heâs outraged, yelling as if he wanted God to truly grasp how bad of a day heâs having.Â
Youâre still in the car, hand on the steering wheel, casually scanning over his burly frame for any bruising. âI told you to move three separate times.âÂ
âSO YOU TRIED TO MURDER ME? I COULDâVE FUCKING DIED.â
âI wasnât trying to murder you, Sukuna.â The accusation sounds ridiculous when you repeat it. Sure, you wouldâve understood and agreed if it had come from someone else, but not Sukuna. Heâs practically bulletproof with how quick he can bounce back. You wouldnât have hit him if he wasnât. âYouâre fine, aren't you?â
âTHAT DOESNâT CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU JUST HIT ME WITH MY OWN CAR, YOU FUCKING SLUT.â
âThis wouldnât be an issue if you had just moved.â Itâs simple, but the way you laughed while saying it just made you sound cruel. You werenât trying to make fun of himâ you just donât know what he expected after you told him exactlywhat would happen if he didnât step aside.Â
Sukuna shouldâve taken his time getting back on his feet because you did not deserve reassurance in knowing what you did was technically okay. In fact, he shouldnât have gotten up at allâ you wouldnât be laughing then if you had to watch him getting hauled off in an ambulance.
But no, he got nothing. No broken bones or fractures. No concussions, not even dizziness. Not even a scratch. He was alive and well, and that in itself only enabled your behavior. It pissed him off knowing there was nothing for you to see and feel guilt from as a result.
Instead, he received the complete opposite from you: Lust.Â
You took one good look at him later that night in the living room and went from thinking âwho cares, heâs fine,â to something fucking crazy and along the lines of, âholy shit, getting hit by a car is nothing for him.â You didnât even apologizeâ you just went straight to talking to him like he was some random chick at the bar.
Sukuna naturally thought that getting hit by a car would be a one-time thing. But your sudden shift in perspective made him realize that thereâs nothing stopping you from doing it again if you wantedâ he was done for, yet it wouldnât be much of a surprise coming from you.
âWhat about your ribs?âÂ
âDunno. Mâsure theyâre fine.âÂ
Your hands were already bunching up the bottom of his t-shirt, and like an idiot, he was allowing it, raising his arms so you could strip him down and pretend to âlookâ for bruises. You couldâve tried a little harder. Instead, youâre shamelessly running your fingers down the lines of his abs with some unhinged and sexually explicit thought running through your head.
âEvil whore.â
âWhat?â
Well fuck. He didnât mean to say that outloud. No use in backtracking now, though.Â
âYou heard me,â he grumbles, looking away. âHope youâre happy with yourself.â
âOh noâ never.â Itâs not very convincing when youâre running your hand down his skin. âYou sure youâre not in any pain?â
âNope,â he boredly says.Â
âGood.â You try not to smile at how butthurt he sounds. â....Was there something you wanted to say?â
âNope.â He repeats himself.
âYou sure? You seem kinda pent up.â
âPositive.â
âMad maybe?â You hummed as your fingers reached his waistband, tracing along the elastic.Â
He laughed in disbelief. âNow what could I possibly be mad about?â
The sarcasm easily slipped out. He was still pissed, rightfully so, throwing a miniature fit in the way he does best. By being condescending.
His laugh was met with a lighthearted shrug. âWell⌠at first I thought it was because I hit you. But I did tell you exactly what Iâd do if you didnât move, so I guess there is no reason to be mad.â
âSure.â He continued to smile despite his tone flattening. âEven though you donât actually need a reason to not hit someone.â
As if he wasnât already annoyed, you decided to send him over the edge with a contemplative hum, as if itâd ever be up for debate. âI guess. A snake doesnât need a reason to bite you either, but you still wouldnât count on not getting bit because of some principle.â
He takes a deep breath in an attempt to push down his frustration. You are really testing him right now with that smart ass mouth of yours. âYeah, but are you a wild animal?â
âNope,â you smile, snapping the waistband of his boxer against his skin. âWild animals donât give you verbal warnings.â
âHow kind of you,â he mutters, tone laced with sarcasm. âIâll make sure to remember that next time you threaten to hit me.â
âSmart. It probably wonât happen again, though.â
He deadpans and stares off into space for a moment over how bleak and underpromising you made the statement sound. â...You say probably as if you donât have control over the vehicle?â
âI mean, I doâŚÂ butââ
âThere is no âbutâ, thatâs a fact,â he stutters out of frustration as he begins to argue. âYou put it in drive and smashed your foot on the gas pedal.â
âSo you are mad?â Your lips purse together, innocently drawing circles over his stomach.
His brows pinch together, once again looking at you with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. No shit heâs fucking mad, can still smell the rubber burning off his tires. You laughed at him once, and it is still haunting him. âWouldnât you be mad?â
âI donât stand in front of the cars, so I wouldnât know,â you shrug, pretending to be blind to his bubbling frustration.Â
He steps back and runs his hand down his face, fighting off the urge to gouge his eyes out. He knows exactly what youâre doing right now, and the answerâs no. Youâre raigebaiting your way into getting dick. You donât deserve itâ plain and simple. There was no way in hell he was going to reward todayâs behavior.Â
âThatâs not the point. You donât hit people with cars just because you can.â Youâre lucky heâs even letting you touch him right nowâ you should be in jail. He leans in and taps his temple, eyes zeroing in on you. âHow is that not getting through your headâ itâs fucking wrong.â
âI know itâs wrong, I never said it wasnât.â You tap at your temple the same exact way he did, and spell the next words out nice and slow. âThatâs why you should move so it doesnât happen.â
âIâm your BOYFRIEND,â he finally snaps, forgetting thatâs what got him in this predicament to begin with. âI TAKE CARE OF YOU AND YOU SENT ME FLYING ACROSS THE STREET GOD DAMN IT.â
He wasnât sent flying across the street, the reason for that being directly tied to how heavy he is. Not that you tell him that, the idea of you being the reason behind that is already tearing him apart enough. Heâs also most likely embarrassed at those 2 seconds his feet were off the ground. Those mustâve been the longest 2 seconds of his life, given how he doesnât get his world rocked too often.
âAlright, fine. Iâm sorryââ
âFOR?â
Definitely embarrassed. You find yourself having to keep yourself from looking annoyed at the thought of him dragging out as big of an apology as he can from you for the sake of his bruised ego.Â
You close your eyes and sigh in preparation. âFor thinking it was okay to hit you with a car when it shouldnât even be a consideration in the first place.â His arms are crossed as he soaks up each and every word. You wouldnât be surprised if he had a mental list of points that needed to be brought up to make the apology valid. âIt shouldâve been off limits. You deserve to have peace in knowing our arguments wonât end with you getting struck down like a bowling pin.âÂ
His face drops as he watches you needing to look away to keep yourself from laughing. âSeriously?â
âSorry,â you clear your throat.Â
âTchâ I donât believe you anymore,â he grumbles.Â
âNo! Iâm being serious,â you swear, grabbing his arm with both hands as you try to get him to look at you. âI really am sorry.â
He takes one look at you and feels nothing but reluctance. âAnd youâre never gonna pull that shit again, right?â
âMhm.â You nod your head, knowing you donât actually know the answer to that. It doesn't do much in terms of setting him straightâ all it did was make him more dramatic, but it was satisfying. You canât see it happening again in the foreseeable future, but you can see yourself randomly remembering how durable he is after you two have forgotten this incident, and doing it again. You place your hands on his chest as you part your lips to make a promise you donât mind breaking. âThat is not something you have to worry about from here on out.â
âAlright.âÂ
Thereâs a certain satisfaction missing from his tone when he mutters the word, and you realize itâs not just your imagination when he pulls his arm away from your hold to cross both of them against his chest. Youâre not sure what more he could want, but the contemplative look on his face tells you heâs thinking about it right now.Â
He got the apology he wanted and your word that youâll never do it again, yet he canât help but feel like it came too easily, and that you shouldâve worked a little harder. Heâs pushing his luck again, he knows, buuut maybe todayâs one of the days where he can get away with that. Sukuna just doesnât  exactly know what he wants.Â
Did he want to grill you some more, get some revenge over the new (and traumatic) memory you gave him? Or did he want to rid himself of some of his pent up tension that you pointed out? Fuck, then thatâd mean his punishment for you would end before you even knew about it. He wanted to see your face after being told no.Â
Decisions, decisions.Â
Well he could also have youâ
âKayâ,â you break him out of his thoughts, the satisfaction missing in his tone is crystal clear in yours. âIâm gonna go wash my face now.â
Whoa, hold on a minute?! Itâs only been a few seconds, you see him thinking.Â
âNo. Stay,â he murmurs.Â
There was a part of him that was hesitant about that workingâ there was a chance youâd slap the shit out of him for ordering you around like a dog. Seeing you murmur a little âokâ and actually staying was a pleasant surprise, and confirmation that he could push it a little today. The only thing missing was some sort of regret or guilt on your face. Itâs more like youâre just listening to him because you figured he deserved it for once with how bored you look.Â
Whatever. Heâll take what he can get.Â
He sighs. âThe apology was nice and all, but I think youâre gonna have to prove how sorry you are with this one.â
You look at him like heâs a clown and huff out a laugh. âYou want me to prove how sorry I am?â
âMhm. You donât have to, though,â he shrugs, voice dropping to a more serious tone. âJust figured youâd like the option since itâs either that, or wait until I actually forgive you to get fucked.â
He nearly laughs at the way that instantly wipes the smile off your face. Itâs not often he tells you noâ it shows in the way you struggle to come up with an answer. Not because you're speechless, youâre just trying to figure out what can be said to change his mind.Â
âSo itâs either I beg for forgiveness or get punished because you canât accept my apology?â You force out a small laugh, the regret that Sukunaâs been looking for finally peeking through in your voice. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYou and me both, princess,â he says in amusement. âItâs a good thing you donât need to beg when youâre trying to prove something. I wouldnât call it a punishment either. Itâs more like a boundaryâ had to set one with you since I donât really like you right now.âÂ
You scoff as you watch him start to walk away. âSeriously?â
âSeriously.â Your failed attempt at guilting Sukuna pulls an airy, satisfied laugh out of him as he walks back to the bedroom. âThe choice is yours, sweetheart. You know what to do if you decide to go with the first option.â
â
At first, youâre disgusted and refuse to prove how sorry you are. If he didnât want to accept your original apology, then that was his problem. He can have fun fucking his fist for all you care. You looked at the bright side of thingsâ you got to have a quiet evening since he decided to stay in the room the entire time, save for when he came out to eat dinner.Â
He had the audacity to ask if he could have some of the food you cooked, but thatâs how he found out you had decided to retaliate by giving him the silent treatment. It didnât come as a surprise, nor did it make him question his decisions. If anything, he was quite pleased with how bothered you were. That just meant youâd reach a point where youâd fold and come to him.Â
He just had to wait, guessing itâd take around 5-6 days until you grow tired of throwing a silent tantrum and start to miss him.
It took 2.Â
Now you see why he doesnât bother leaving? Dealing with you can be a nightmare sometimes, but that was only 10% of it. The rest of it was smothering him with affection, which you clearly love to do and miss if youâre sitting at the edge of the bed 2 days later.Â
His backâs against the headboard, arms folded over his chest, looking a little too pleased to see you break your silence.Â
âMissed me?â
âPlease donât tease me right now,â you murmur, clearly struggling with the defeat.Â
âIâm not,â he hums, though the laugh he had to suppress said otherwise. âAnyways, what's up?â
You question your decision each time he opens his mouth. Heâs making this so much harder than it should be right now and enjoying it way too much while heâs at it.Â
You pick at your cuticles at the other end of the bedâ the lack of eye contact youâve made with him leads him to believe youâre more nervous than you let on. Heâs wrong. Itâs a little hard trying to mask your annoyance at the moment, and cowering in place does a decent job of hiding it.
âI thought about what you said.â
âYeah?â The smug grin across his cheeks grows.Â
âYeah. Iâm tired of fighting,â you look up and say, crossing a leg over the other. âI miss how we normally are.âÂ
âMe too,â he hums, already undressing you with his eyes because heâs a fucking pervert. âGlad it didnât take too long either, missed hearing your voice.â
You nod, holding back a smile. âNot really sure what youâre looking for, though.â
âNothing crazy,â he hums, the shrug he followed it with wasnât too convincing. âAll you gotta do is be nice to meâ extra nice.â
âThatâs all?â
âThatâs all,â he confirms, sinking back some more against the headboard. âYou know how to be a good girl, Iâve seen it. That shouldnât be too hard, right?â
âNo,â you softly say.Â
âLet me see it thenâ come here,â he hums, curling his finger in to beckon you closer. You start to stand, but he stops you. âCrawl.â
And crawling, at least right now, doesnât feel very degrading. Itâs the way he looks at you when you do, youâve never wanted to smack him more. Once youâre kneeling beside him, he reaches over and slowly runs the back of his finger across your jaw.Â
âSo you miss how we normally are, huh?â The broad question gets a nod from you, already knowing where he was going with this. âYouâre normally pretty touchyâ you miss that, too? Getting to touch me whenever you want?â
âMhm.âÂ
His finger traces down the side of your neck and across your shoulder, making your breath catch.Â
âBet you miss having your mouth on me too, huh?â
You give a soft smile when his hand traces back up, cupping your cheek. âYeah.â
âThink I might just miss that more,â he slips his thumb into your mouth, lightly pressing down on your tongue. âYou know how much I love stuffing my cock in here.â
You still out of surprise. Thatâs what he wanted? Head? What an idiot, he couldâve just said that instead of making it seem like getting his forgiveness was some sinister task.
âIs that what you want?â you ask when his thumb pulls back.
âMhm,â he smiles. âLook at you. I didnât even have to ask.â
He continued to be stubborn, making you be the one to pull his sweatpants down by his waistband. You didnât mind all that much. He may be a little shit, but itâs easy to wave it off when you're freeing his cock from his boxers. Just looking at it, how long and thick it is, sends heat in between your legs. Littered with thick veins, big red tip already smeared with precum, throbbing, begging for attention.
âSpit on it, get it all wet,â he murmurs, lids lowering at the sight of the thick string of saliva falling from your lips and landing on the thick head of his cock. âYeahhâ you know what I like.â
The sightâs filthy from the start when itâs just him telling you to spit on it some more, and more, and more. The entire time, thereâs a slight pinch in his brow as he spreads it all from base to tip in a way that was slow and controlled, and hard to ignore. By the time the wet sounds of him stroking his cock could be heard, you were desperately squeezing your thighs together.Â
Watching his hand slow to a stop was a shame at first, but what followed took over your mind completely.Â
âStick that tongue out for meâ yeah thatâs it, let me see it,â he murmurs, cock throbbing in his grip as he starts to tap the heavy tip of it against your tongue, hearing the weight of it behind each one. âReady to put this pretty little mouth to work?â
âYeah,â you murmur all sweetly, already in a daze.Â
âGood,â he chuckles. âSwirl your tongue around it.âÂ
He watches you lean forward and do just that. Biting the bottom of his lip as you slowly drag your tongue all around his swollen head, salty remnants of precum hitting your taste buds with each flick and drag. Sukuna groans, abs tensing at your fingers digging into his thighs.Â
âFuuck yeah.â He moves some of your hair out of the way to get a better look. âSuck on it for me, the tipâ shit, just like that.âÂ
As much as he loved the idea of making you beg, you really wonât ever have to. Watching you hollow your cheeks and pull away with a wet pop was enough. He rubs on the back of your neck as you do it again. âFeels fuckin good when you do thatâ so sweet with it, too.â
A soft hum passes through your lips, pulling back with another pop. He had plans to drag this out, but grows impatient at the sight of your glossy lips and the string of saliva connecting them to his head. His hand slightly tightens on the back of your neck and pushes you in closer, rubbing his tip over your lips.Â
âOpen up,â he murmurs, eyes darkening as he watches your lips part. âGo deeper. Show me how sorry you are.âÂ
You feel both his hands go to the back of your head as you wrap your lips around his tip, gently bobbing your head as you inch further and further down his length, beginning to breathe through your nose the deeper you go.Â
His grip tightens as he starts hitting the back of your throat, throwing his head back with a gravelly, drawn out groan. For a minute, it felt like there was something missing, only for his ears to perk up just moments later when your nose hits his base with a small gag.Â
âThere you go,â he huffs out a condescending laugh. At first he thinks to tell you to keep gagging on it, but then he has a better idea. âOpen wide, princess. Gonna stretch this throat out.âÂ
You pull up for air, revealing your teary eyes and wet lashes as you take a moment to breathe, and Sukuna thinks to himself how heâs never seen anyone so beautiful. Kinda like a Ursula in her human form type of beauty, given how much of a monster you are. Just cruel and evil.Â
He grins and pushes your head back down.Â
âMmm, thatâs itâ relax it for me,â he says with a low rasp. âGonna fuck this tight little throat of yours.âÂ
Holding your head in place, he starts snapping his hips up, stuffing his fat cock down your throat with each thrust. Obscene slurping sounds mixed in with some of your moans fill the air as drool poured out of your mouth, making a mess around the base of his cock, earning his nasty praise. âLook at the mess you're making, you love this, huh? Such a good girl with my cock stuffed in your mouth. Keep it up and I might just stuff your pussy next.â
You make a sound, and itâs almost hopeful, as if you were asking, âReally?âÂ
âDoesnât that sound nice?â He thrusts up harder, enjoying the fact that you physically canât talk right now. âShitâ mâgonna cum,â he murmurs through ragged breaths. âLook at you, did so good and now you get to have your throat filled.â
A low groan vibrates through his chest, swallowing thickly as he picks up the pace. Your nails dig into his thighs, hardly able to keep up and nearly drawing blood once you feel warm, thick spurts of cum begin to coat the back of your throat.Â
Youâd think heâd be more spent with how hard he fucked your throat, but nope. The cocky, blissful sigh that slipped through his lips as you tried to get yourself together was all you needed to know.Â
Heâs not the best when it comes to staying mad, at least with you. Itâs pretty clear by now that this entire thing was just a ploy to make him feel more wanted, because heâs annoying. And pathetic.Â
Not that you get much time to simmer on the thought. Itâs like you blink and suddenly youâre on your back, folded in half underneath him. Knees pinned to your chest, ankles up to your ears. Mentally, heâs gone. Too focused on rubbing the fat head of his cock against your hole, spreading your slick up and down your folds. Slow and intentional, enjoying the way you squirm in his hold. Â
Thatâs about the last of his patience, because seconds later, heâs bottoming out and youâre gasping from the sudden fullness.Â
âFuckinâ tight,â he groans through a clenched jaw. His hips draw back, only pulling out halfway through before shoving himself back in with a resounding squelch. âSoaked, too. Is this what you wanted?â
âY-yeah,â is all you could get out with all the weight heâs putting on you, keeping you locked down in the worldâs meanest mating press.Â
âTwo days is all this slutty pussy could take, huh?â He barely suppresses a laugh as he snaps his hips forward again, pulling another gasped moan out of you. âBetter not start crying about how itâs too much then.â Â
Itâs always too much, but this time he fucks you in a way where you canât even get the words out. He just has you in straight up tears while he spends the next hour drilling into your sweet spot as if it were your punishment for making his life a living hell every few months.Â
While you spent your two days annoyed with him, he spent his saving enough energy to be able to pull back to back orgasms out of you like it was nothing. Going as far as taunting you when he felt you starting to tighten around his cock again, and then laughing after making you squirt once more after god knows how many times, talking about how, âthat wasnât so hard now, was it?â
Fuck him.
You clearly didnât hate him that much, though. Yeah, you did go radio silent a couple of times, and there may have been a moment where you truly thought you were going to pass out, but that didnât stop you from begging him to cum inside of you in the end.Â
He may have also teased you at first, asking if you deserved it, forgetting his place for a moment there.Â
But you always get what you want.Â
Even in the end, when youâre cuddling, and heâs murmuring sweet words into your ear, not knowing what the hell heâs even talking about when he says how much of a sweet girl you are and how you were his sweet girl.
Sukuna gets nothing but a curt âshhâ in response.Â
âWhat?â he snorts, still in a lovesick mood.Â
There's a smile when you sigh. âThe sound of your voice is ruining it right now for me, baby. I need you to be quiet or get lost.âÂ
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