[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students — with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds — that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. [ frat!kuna fwb series ]
[ TAGS ] — MDNI. 18+ nsfw. contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. angst. friends with benefits. toxic frat culture. hazing. fraternity/sororities. hurt/comfort. hurt/no comfort. SLOW BURN. fluff. spit. ráw. rough. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim. pda. soft sukuna. choso + yuuji r his younger brothers. every position. heavy creampies. violence. depression/anxiety. anger issues. squirting. cockwarming. alcohol. family death. family trauma. reader slightly oc. sukuna is a footballer (soccer) too. HAPPY ENDING. tags will be updated as series continues.
✮ ch 1 || how it all started ✮ ch 2 || miss me already?
✮ ch 3 || call me ✮ ch 4 || two worlds
✮ ch 5 || conditions ✮ ch 6 || cracks
✮ ch 7 || summer break ✮ ch 8 || oasis
✮ ch 9 || tbd ✮ ch 10 || tbd
✮ ch 11 || tbd ✮ ch 12 || tbd
✮ ch 13 || tbd ✮ ch 14 || tbd ✮ ch 15 || tbd
✮ pt 1 — sukuna is starting to toe the line
✮ pt 2 — you’re desperate to prove this is just sex
✮ pt 3 — cockwarming him for the first time
✮ pt 4 — sukuna’s brothers visit unexpectedly
✮ pt 5 — pregnancy scare with sukuna
✮ pt 6 — sukuna has a stash of naked polaroids of you
✮ pt 7 — halloween special: scare actor!sukuna
✮ pt 8 — sukuna’s noticeable bulge at the gym
✮ pt 9 — high stakes no nut november edition
✮ pt 10 — holiday special: grinch!kuna naughty or nice
✮ pt 11 — sukuna leaves his door open when you’re over
✮ pinterest board ✮ ask tag ✮ main masterlist ✮ ao3 ✮
[ INFO ] : the chapters are the actual series. it begins mid-spring semester JUNIOR year. the parts exist in the same story, but as stand alone canon oneshots and will not be mentioned in the chapters (like filler eps). they take place between sept-nov fall semester of their SENIOR year [parts and chps can be read separately]
THERE IS NO SERIES TAGLIST ✦ age should be visible on your blog tho (art: @/xhealer_ tt, dividers: @/lariesographic)
cw: explicit sexual content, lingerie, trying on costumes for kento, thigh-riding, oral sex, spanking, sexualized roleplay, masturbation. Trick or Treat, whore!
Nanami never liked Halloween.
“Childish,” he called it. “Pointless.” He’d sit at his desk with his tie loosened, reading reports while everyone else at Jujutsu High swapped candy and played dress-up.
Which is exactly why you were determined to change his mind.
Close your eyes,” you told him.
“Why?” His voice was unimpressed and slightly annoyed.
“Because,” you purred, disappearing into the bathroom with the little shopping bag you’d been hiding all week.
You heard him sigh “I have work to do, you know.”
“You’re going to want to see this,” you sing-songed, slipping into the first outfit. Fishnet, lace, a tiny satin bow right above your ass. You checked yourself in the mirror, smirking at the way your tits nearly spilled out of the top, then padded back into the room.
“Okay. Open.” His eyes lifted lazily—and then stilled. Nanami’s jaw flexed, lips pressing into a thin line, but you caught the flicker in his gaze as it dragged over your body. Slowly. From the garter belt cinching your thighs, to the curve of your tits, to the smug smile on your face. “...What are you supposed to be?” His voice was flat, but the way his thighs shifted told another story.
You put a hand on your hip, twisting so he got the full view. “A maid.” You winked, bending at the waist so your cleavage nearly spilled out. “Do I get to clean up your messes, Mr. Nanami?”
“Turn around.”
You obeyed, wiggling your ass just to test him.
“Bend over.”
Your stomach fluttered. You leaned down, palms on your knees, and heard the scrape of his chair as he stood. In the next moment, his large hand cracked across your ass, making you squeak.
“Too short,” he muttered, fingers curling into the lace hem and tugging until it nearly ripped. His palm smoothed over the sting, then slipped between your thighs, brushing your damp panties. “Too wet, too. I should’ve known this was your plan.”
You giggled, breathless. “Want to see the next one?”
He hummed, pulling your panties to the side and sliding two fingers into your slick heat. You moaned, arching into him.“I think I’ll decide which costume you keep on,” he said calmly, pumping his fingers in and out of you until your knees shook. “Though something tells me they’ll all end up on the floor.”
You whined, grinding shamelessly against his hand, desperate. Nanami pressed his chest to your back, lips brushing your ear. “Go change, then. Let me see the next one.”
You stumbled back into the bathroom, legs shaky, his fingers leaving you messy and dripping as you shimmied into the next outfit. This one was sluttier, even more ridiculous—a black latex “devil” costume with horns and a tail that swayed when you moved. You tugged the zipper up over your tits, barely covering anything, and strutted back into the room.
Nanami had sat back down, tie loosened even more now, one hand resting lazily on his knee, though his other hand was already sliding to his belt. “Come here.”
You obeyed, and the moment you were in reach he caught your chin between two fingers, forcing you to look up at him while his other hand pushed the neckline of your costume down. Your tits spilled free, nipples hard, and his mouth was on them in seconds—sucking, biting, licking until you were panting and writhing. “Nanami—”
“Shh. Costumes are for decoration,” he murmured against your skin. “Your body is what I want.”
His fingers found your pussy again, tugging the crotch of the latex to the side and sliding in without warning. You gasped, clutching at his shirt. “Wanna—wanna show you more,” you whined, grinding helplessly on his hand.
“You will,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and putting them in your mouth to suck on. “Next costume.”
Your knees nearly gave out as he slipped his fingers out. “You’re serious?”
His gaze wasn’t joking. “Now.”
You scrambled, darting back into the bathroom with shaky legs. This time, it was the one you’d been saving—the riskiest, sluttiest thing in the bag: the bunny costume. Sheer bra that barely covered your nipples, a thong so small it was basically string, ears perched on your head, and a stupid little puffball tail bouncing when you turned in the mirror. You looked like a walking wet dream.
Your legs were shaky from the last two costumes, but you still strutted out of the bathroom, ready to show him.
The second you walked back in, Nanami’s breath actually hitched. “...Fuck.”
He was leaning back in his chair, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slow and steady. His head tilted lazily toward you, eyes narrowing as he took in the outfit. His cock jumped in his hand at the sight.
Your jaw dropped. “Nanami—”
“Come here.”
His strokes didn’t stop, slick sounds filling the room, his thumb smearing precum over the head of his cock as he watched you approach.
You hesitated, cheeks burning. “You’re—touching yourself—”
“Because of you,” he cut in smoothly, voice tight. “Because you’re prancing around in those ridiculous costumes. Look at what you’ve done to me.”
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Let me see the tail.”You obeyed, facing away from him, bending slightly so the puff of the bunny tail bounced on your thong-clad ass.
“Good girl,” he muttered, stroking faster now. “Take the bra off. Slowly.” You slid the straps down, letting the sheer cups fall and your tits spill free. You heard him groan behind you
“Now,” his voice roughened, “get on your knees.”
You dropped immediately, crawling toward him until you were between his legs, eyes locked on his cock—thick, hard, wet with precum from how long he’d been touching himself.
Nanami’s hand fisted in your bunny ears, tilting your head back so your eyes met his. “Open your mouth, bunny.” You did, tongue out, drool spilling as he guided his cock past your lips. He groaned when you took him deep, the head brushing your throat. You gagged around him, moaning, tears blurring your vision, bunny ears slipping sideways as you bobbed your head.
Nanami’s hips snapped forward, fucking your throat in short, controlled thrusts. “That’s it,” he hissed, sweat beading at his temple. “Slutty little bunny. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
He finally pulled you off, a wet pop breaking the air as his cock slipped free of your lips. You gasped desperately for air, saliva running down your chin, your bunny ears lopsided.
Nanami didn’t give you time to recover. He grabbed you by the arms and hauled you up like you weighed nothing, setting you on your shaky feet—only to spin you and pin you against the couch. His cock was still slick and hard, pressed firm against your ass through the pathetic excuse for a thong. His tip nudged against your soaked pussy, smearing precum over your folds.
You whimpered, grinding back against him. “Nanami, please—”
He wrapped his arm under your waist, lifted your ass in the air as you held onto the couch for support and he slammed you down onto his cock in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck—” he groaned into your neck, his jaw tight as he bottomed out inside you. “Tight little hole. Always so fucking ready for me.”
The position had you spread wide, your pussy clenching around him as your bunny tail bobbed against his stomach with every sharp thrust. His cock hit your sweet spot over and over, your legs trembling as he held you up. Your pussy clenched tighter, slick dripping down his cock as your orgasm built fast.
“Fuck—gonna fill this pussy,” he hissed, holding you down on his cock. Your scream was muffled against his tie when you came, shuddering, milking his cock until he groaned and spilled deep inside you, gripping your hips so hard you’d bruise.
You sagged in his arms, trembling, pussy still clenching around nothing as your heartbeat raced. Your messy hair framed your flushed face, bunny ears tilted to the side, and your barely-there thong clinging to you. You smirked through your pants, breathless. “You wanna see another?”
He tilted his head and the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh? You have more of these ridiculous costumes?”
Your grin turned wicked. “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve got a whole collection waiting for you.” You wiggled your ass in his grip, tail bouncing just enough to make him groan. And with that, you bolted for the bag, eager to strut back in, knowing exactly what would happen next.
“santa has a list,” sukuna mutters, “which one are you on?”
your head tilts, eyes looking away from your ipad to the man, “both.”
sukuna snorts, glancing over your face, before his lip twitches up. “wanna play naughty or nice?”
your brow quirks. “what’s that?”
“you’ve never heard of it?” sukuna licks his lips. he came over after his last lecture a few hours ago, nose and ears pink from the freezing cold, and immediately snuggling his cock in your warmth. and now you’re both lazily sprawled on your couch, studying for finals as some cheesy christmas movie plays in the background. and now sukuna was distracting you both, and you’re curious. so you shake your head.
“it’s kinda link never have i ever. i ask you a question and you answer,” he says.
“and you decide?” you ask.
“yeah,” sukuna replies easily. “I decide.”
“how’re you judging then? what’s nice versus naughty?” you ask, now completely hooked.
sukuna’s eyes are slow and sharp, head tilting back on the couch, legs spreading wider as he rests one arm behind his head, biceps flexing as he does, and the other stroking your legs that have been resting over his lap for the last fifteen minutes. “nice would be something boring, or not that deep like if ask something mean you’ve done in the last month and you say bumping into someone and not saying sorry.” he pauses, mouth quirking. “that’s not bad…but naughty,” his voice drops. “naughty is something selfish you did and or something dirty you thought, like if I asked ya’ what’s the last inappropriate thought you had and you said you secretly wanna be fucked in front of an audience. seven deadly sins type shi.”
you lean back against the arm rest now, chest warm, and stomach heating up, “okay…but lemme ask a question first because i wanna know how to answer.”
sukuna tsks, “i told you about the game.”
“well whatever, cmon,” you kick his thigh lightly, making him click his tongue, holding your legs in place. he exhales, hips shifting up as he gets comfortable, nodding at you to ask the first question.
“what is something, you think was, a little cruel that you’ve done in the last month?” you watch sukuna carefully as he narrows his eyes in thought, before easily replying.
“i had one of the pledges shovel the snow in the yard with a spoon because he was being a little shit before finals and wouldn’t help out with cleanup.”
“what the hell??—naughty,” your face scrunches in displeasure. “is he okay?”
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sympathy, “yeah whatever. my turn.” you sigh, arms crossing over your chest. “what’s something mean you’ve done to a guy this year?”
you purse your lips in thought, “hmm…i ghosted a guy earlier this year.”
sukuna’s eyes narrow, “and?”
“what do you mean and?”
“that’s nothin’ you just ghosted him, why?” he pushes you for more details, and you give in.
“he was annoying, and….” sukuna raises a brow, waiting. you glance away, biting your cheek. “someone said he had a small dick, so like…I didn’t wanna bother…”
sukuna barks with laughter, head flying back as he squeezes your thigh, “naughty, but valid,” he rules. you bite your cheek, before thinking of the next question so you can take the spotlight off yourself.
“what’s something you told someone that was a complete lie, and why?”
“told gojo jumping in the freezing ass pool nude would make your dick grithier because he wouldn’t pass me the ball during practice.”
now you’re cackling, making the fratboy smile, “naughty,” you tsk.
sukuna is lazily caressing and squeezing your thigh as he thinks of his next question. “what’s something you regret doing?”
this one has you stumped for it…“hmm I’ve lied multiple times to shoko and hime about being too busy to study, but I just didn’t wanna hangout.”
“why?” his brow quirks, body turning leaning his side against the couch, head propped up.
you shrug, “just didn’t wanna hangout. was tired, or just…didn’t feel like it…or you were over and I’d rather have…like sex with you.” you mutter the last part with a short shrug.
sukuna bites back a smirk, and pretends to think for a moment, glancing over your features before ruling, “nice.” then the mood shifts.
you bite your cheek, giving him a skeptical look, then proceeding, “what’s the last unhinged thought you had?”
“thought about fucking you…in the middle of the library when we were studying yesterday.”
your cheeks flush, eyes going wide, “what?? n-naughty, what the hell?”
his hand slowly drags up your warm thighs. “my turn,” he says lowly. “what’s a dirty turn on you’ve been getting lately?”
you swallow thickly, wetting your lip, “um…i’ve gotten turned on by your games.” his brow quirks, making you elaborate. “when you yell at the refs on the field, or at the other players.”
oh you’re naughty as shit, sukuna’s canines shine, “your pussy gets wet when I’m mad?”
you shift, “not mad, more like pissed off on the field.”
“so you do get wet?” he shifts closer, large palm between your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh. “that’s pretty naughty.”
you flush, shrugging him off with a little turn of your head, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and unconscious action you do before biting the skin of your lip. “what about you?” you nudge him with your knee, as he practically leans over you.
“I get turned on when you do that,” he admits, eyes locked on your thumb on your lip. his cock stirs awake after a short nap, his own thumb comes up, replacing yours to rub the soft flesh. your lips part so easily. eyes doting up at his maintaining eye contact as he slowly pushes his thumb, pupils dilating as you close your pretty lips around his digit, sucking. “yeah, jus’ like that, baby.”
you gently hold his wrist, tongue pressing on the pad of his thumb. you’re slowly licking the digit, swirling your tongue around as if savoring the soft, but lewd action of sucking your fuck buddy’s thumb like it’s the most precious thing ever, the action so similar to the lewd obscene way you tongue his fat cock head.
“naughty girl,” he mutters lowly, wetting his bottom lip, unable to rip his gaze away from you as you start sucking his thumb more diligently and he’s enamored. his free hand hooks under the hem of your sweater, palm dragging up your warm skin to push the material over your the pretty gloves of your breasts. he bites his lip seeing them squeezed together as you hold his forearm with two small hands, sucking his thumb like a certified slut. “there ya’ go, pretty girl,” he retracts his thumb slowly, exhaling as he drags your bottom lip down, eyeing your tongue poking out, as you bat your pretty lashes at him. “god.”
your hand falls from his wrist to cup your breast, rubbing your nipple before tugging the now erect bud. sukuna rubs his thumb across your lips, hypnotized by your shameless action, until you’re honey dripped voice breaks his breathless exhales.
“am i naughty or nice, ryo?” you coo, and the man is immediately done for.
“you’re a fucking tease,” he lands a slap on your breast making you whimper, squirming. “i need to find out a little more,” his hand grabs at your hips, pushing himself between your thighs. your lips part, but he’s already hooking his fingers around your shorts, lifting your legs up easily manhandling you as he pulls the material off, and placing your legs back down.
your pussy flutters, as his large hand rubs your pelvis, thumb falling to your clit rubbing the nub in slow circles as he speaks, “do you ever think about being touched in public?”
your lips part, whimpering at the gentle pleasure, “n-no,” you shake your head.
he smiles, “really?”
you nod, “I don’t like it if someone sees,” you exhale, whining a little louder as he sinks a middle finger in your warmth. “only you should see.”
“I’m honored,” he snorts, but deep down his chest squeezes at the admission. he isn’t fully aware why he keeps thinking about touching you in public, you’re not even his to claim….but—
“you should be,” your legs spread further apart, perky nipples rising as you whine, “n-now put it inside me.”
sukuna smirks, ultimately giving in and shoving his chubby girth inside, knocking you asleep after a good rough fucking. but he’s kissing your ear as he mutters lowly, “I forgot to say…this game goes until christmas.”
you didn’t fully know what that meant until you, shoko, and utahime are walking around the winter village when you spot three familiar frat boys.
everyone in the frat has two feelings during the end of the year. the first one is excitement for the holiday party. but the second is remembering the week before the party, they have to work santa’s house at the winter village.
geto always leads the discussion every year, complaining about how weird it is that the university is so invested in this winter village, and how it’s a way for them to please their board members and how universities don’t care about their students anymore and it’s all just about real estate and money hungry billionaires, and they’re forgetting this is an educational institution, and all they do is force their students to follow their twisted student code of conducts, but immediately silence them when they say something the school doesn’t like — geto’s annual rant.
all of it, just to end with the boys filling out the spreadsheet for the week. the only beneficial thing about working the house and santa stands, is that their specific fraternity has one of the biggest alumni attending. he comes every year with his family.
he’s the same one that regularly gives out scholarships for their fraternity, also happens to be part of the university’s board of trustees, and donates high figures towards both the university and to delta alpha stride if they do events like this. similar to the halloween festival.
so of course, even the wealthy president gojo, forces his members, like the presidents before, to take as many shifts as possible in this week so if stride’s alumni happened to be taking his family through the winter village, they’ll see them working hard and won’t help but pull out his check book.
“I didn’t know billionaires can be gold diggers too,” shoko snorts once gojo finished explaining the reasoning behind their volunteering.
“I’m not a gold digger. I’m looking out for the frat’s best interests as their president sugar daddy!” he tsks.
geto shakes his head, “it’s all corrupt. and you haven’t been our sugar daddy since midterms since your dad cut your ass off, mr. president.”
the snowy haired president rolls his eyes, “whatever, that’s why we’re doing this shit, and I’m pretty sure you and sukuna are on those scholarships so suck it up.” now geto is rolling his eyes even more, just as sukuna clicks his tongue.
you were all huddled together, holding hot chocolates and coffee in the corner of the winter village. it was the first week of december so everyone was here, either shopping for the holidays, ice skating, or eating.
you, shoko, and utahime came after your classes, it was amusing seeing the boys in the distance, and gojo was moving his arms so animated and now you know why.
“if it’s every year, why are you guys complaining?” you ask, blowing cool air into your hot chocolate before taking a sip.
“exactly!” gojo adds. but geto and sukuna both slap gojo upside the head making him cry out almost spilling his hot chocolate.
“because this year, he’s making us do this fuckass skit!” sukuna scowls, getting onlookers to glance over at your group. but that had you and your two friends breaking out in laughter.
“a skit??” you all ask, and sukuna is shaking his head in disbelief that this is really his life right now.
“it’s actually a really good fucking idea if you think about it. it’ll happen every night at seven and it’s only like a five minute thing,” gojo continues. “it’s just a battle between santa and the grinch, and we fake fight with candy canes and santa uses the wishes of the good kids to fight, and the grinch uses the wishes of the bad kids, until the hot elves start cheering for santa, and obviously the crowd will start chanting for santa, and then he defeats the grinch. the end!”
“oh,” your eyes widen, making sukuna narrow his eyes at you along with geto.
“don’t be impressed,” they both huff.
you shrug, with a little smile, “it’s actually pretty good advertisement and the kids would love it. very simple storytelling, something very nice.” sukuna glares at you.
“that’s what I’m saying!” gojo jumps, making the other two men scowl at you. “and we’d be promoting our party at the end of the week with the hot elf chicks, but so far only one fucking sorority is helping, and they’re not even covering all the shifts!”
“why do they have to be girls?” shoko grumbles, shaking her head, taking out a smoke.
“only the ones that work with santa have too, it’s just how it is,” gojo huffs, then he looks at you three. you all shake your heads simultaneously. “what! cmon, it’ll be fun and it’s only a few hours a night, and we’d just need you guys on the first and last day.”
“as if!” utahime shrieks making gojo scowl.
“you should pay em,” sukuna interrupts. gojo’s eyes widen in fear because the three of you suddenly warm up to the idea in seconds. “they’re not part of a sorority, ‘s only fair.”
“s oNLy fAir,” gojo mimics lowly, “what happened to favors? friends?”
“we don’t come cheap either,” shoko adds.
and that’s how you found yourself dressed in a little elf costume. it was not overly sexual, considering this was a family event, but the elf dress was tight, and the hem was shorter than one would like, but the green sheer stockings made up for it. kinda.
santa’s house finally opened at the winter village the second week of december. almost everyone on campus was already mingling around. families walking around with their kids as they dragged them to the santa stands then finally to the main house.
and then there was sukuna…jaw tight, scowl permanent.
“this is giving some weird fuckin’ santa harem,” he tsks, glancing at you, shoko, utahime, and two other sorority elf girls, in the short elf costumes.
“it’s fine, santa just likes some eye candy when he’s working,” gojo laughs, fixing his beard as the line outside gets longer.
“ew,” you and your two friends grimace.
your eyes fall on sukuna again, dressed in an overly priced grinch costume, however modified where he was wearing custom grinch overalls and a red santa coat. his grinch mask is pushed over his head so he can breathe until the skit begins, which made him look like some male stripper with the way he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath the overalls, and he’s basically excuding sexual tension.
gojo steps outside with shoko and the other two elves so the kids can start sitting on his lap for wishes.
“are you gonna be the grinch the entire week?” you ask.
sukuna itches his arm under the jacket, “fuck no, me and geto are takin’ turns. and gojo and shoyo are taking turns with santa. the rest of the members are helping run the santa stands around the village.” sukuna’s eyes rack over you, licking his bottom lip in thought as he eyes the plush of your thighs in the green sheer stockings.
you glance down at your outfit, flatting the bottom of the dress, as if it’ll change the length of the thing, “it’s obvious men designed these,” you comment.
sukuna abruptly stands, towering over you in seconds, rough palms falling on top your santa hat tilting your head back to look at him. it’s lately been his favorite thing to do, bringing attention to your obvious height and size difference.
“do you like helping out?” sukuna asks, the tone easily telling you his line of questioning is similar to the ones throughout the week for the game naughty or nice.
you nod, “yes, it’s fun.” your mischievous smile makes sukuna quirk a brow at you. “and I’m getting paid.”
“so not out of the kindness of your heart? naughty list,” sukuna tsks, eyes falling to your chest pressing against the material of the dress with each breath you take. fuck. “yeah, just stay near the back when we do the skit,” he says, glancing between your eyes before one of the frat elves came to call everyone out.
it was funny.
the entire crowd was laughing as they watched gojo and sukuna, aka. santa and the grinch, battle each other. gojo was very happy about his part and dramatized much of his lines, while sukuna’s natural cold and grumpy attitude fit his character perfectly.
you and your friends did your best not to laugh, struggling to encompass the roles of the scared elves cheering for santa’s victory — along with the kids in the audience. the crowd grew by the minute, until the skit ended and all the actors lined up around the unconscious grinch on the ground and bowed.
the funny thing about what happened after, is yes, many kids still wanted to sit on santa’s lap, but another large majority also wanted to take pictures with the grinch. a few kids even saying they felt bad for the grinch because he was just lonely and wanted friends and didn’t deserve to lose like that. sukuna did his best to stay in character, all he was thinking about was his younger brothers when they were around these kids ages, so he didn’t want to ruin the secrets of Christmas for them.
but then something happened after.
sukuna was fucking livid. not because he’s having kids sit on his lap trying to cheer him up after his defeat, but because whenever he looked away from the kids, and found you. every single old greasy hair lossing dad was gawking at your pretty thighs or breasts! but not just the dads! multiple guys were eyeing down you and the elf girls like y’all were fucking strippers! even though that was the reason a majority of the elves working the front are girls, having them look at you though was stirring a unwanted feeling inside the grinch.
however, things only got worse when kids asked for the elves to be in the pictures too. you, utahime, and another elf kneeled beside santa, while shoko and the second elf stood on either side of santa and the kid.
the line only got longer after that.
they were rubbing it in his face. sukuna’s eyes narrowed every time some man brushed a hand over your hip as they took “family” pictures with santa and the elves. his leg would bounce erratically when he’d glance over and see a few guys on the lines taking pictures of you and the other girls.
gojo wasn’t complaining, because for the amount of college guys that were lining up for the hot elves, there was a similar amount of hot girls wanting to sit on santa and the grinch’s lap.
the frat president thought it was the best advertisement for their party too, giving invites to all the hot girls that sat on his lap; all the while sukuna was seething whenever some nerdy fucking otaku was wrapping his arm around you.
geto who was in charge of running the santa house as the main elf, for the night, and had to intervene when a few men started sneaking hands on the elves thighs, sukuna was close to throwing a kid off his lap when he saw some guy skim a hand on your thigh.
“what the fuck?” sukuna jumps after the kid gets off, grabbing geto by the collar. “your job is to fucking watch the girls.”
“I’m doing my best,” geto tsks, eyeing a few men he’d kicked out just now. sukuna bites his tongue letting go of his friend as he glares at a couple men.
either way, it didn’t stop sukuna from grabbing you forcefully, arm wrapped around your waist as you’re all leaving the winter village for the night.
“thank god you’re not working all week,” he grumbles, ignoring gojo and geto’s looks when he turns the street with you leading you towards the train station to your place instead of the frat.
“why?” you yawn, hugging your jacket tighter as sukuna keeps his arm around you.
“fucking weird fucks touching you and your friends,” he seethes remembering the creeps.
you hum in agreement, “yeah, that was disgusting,” you yawn again, unaware how livid the man really is until he has you bent over the couch, railing his chubby girth inside you. santa jacket stripped and grinch overalls down to his knees, as he cracks a rough hand on your ass, grunting in your ear with each sharp calculating rut.
but sukuna being inside you and pumping his thick creamy load in your gummy walls, didn’t light a bulb in your head.
instead, in the week of the santa house, you had no clue that in the last hour of the winter village, when most families were heading back home. girls were sitting on sukuna, geto, or gojo’s lap, purposely pressing up close and whispering the most foul things in their ears.
all for it to escalate the final night, when you, utahime, and shoko all stood in shock when you witnessed first hand, two girls straddling each of sukuna’s thick thighs, kissing his cheek over the mask for a picture.
it didn’t matter that his arms rested on the chair and not them, none of it mattered, because you couldn’t even keep count of all the girls that did that. even the men that sat on the athletes lap had you seeing red.
“what the fuck,” you mutter.
so maybe what happened a few hours later, when the long awaited holiday frat party was thrown back at delta alpha stride, and you all went straight from the winter village to the house in your costumes, it was inevitable.
sukuna was exhausted, rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck as you all got off the train and walked the few blocks to see the party already in full swing, but things didn’t take off until president santa and the vp grinch started throwing back shots and shouting in adrenaline, the party immediately cranked to a hundred.
everyone at this point had seen clips of their skit at the winter village, that they started placing bets on gojo and sukuna, making them play different competitions against one another throughout the night.
so as music was blasting off the walls, and people were dancing and grinding up on each other. gojo is slurring his words at this point, as he tries to catch up on the push up competition against sukuna who was huffing beside him, still pumping one after the other, completely drunk on adrenaline and liquor.
at the same time you were dodging men with shoko and utahime in your elf costumes, utahime spilling her drink on one for grabbing her waist from behind.
but with the events of the night happening one after the other, you couldn’t even have time to process what you felt earlier today. seeing those girls flirt with sukuna at the winter village: and now you’re being handed drinks with shoko as you both play beer pong against two other guys. your lips purse, grimacing as you throw back another shot as people around you cheer. drinking is the worst.
while more sorority girls started showing up in elf costumes and slutty santa fits, the party only got livelier.
it wasn’t new to a holiday party, especially the last one after finals. everyone goes all out and get’s shit faced. so by the time you were leaning against geto you finally notice sukuna and gojo standing out at the patio as a crowd forms around them.
then they flip at the same time.
sukuna’s body arches over the keg, muscles taut and gleaming under the string lights, veins standing out along his forearms and neck as he grips the tap. even upside down, he looks fucking effortless, strong, controlled, impossibly balanced. every line of him radiates power. his jaw is set, lips parted in a laugh he can’t quite hold back, hair falling forward in wild dark strands with every second he holds himself there.
beer sloshes over his chest, dripping down the sharp planes of his torso, but he doesn’t falter. his abs flex, tattoos glistening for everyone to see as he shifts just slightly to adjust, the raw masculinity of his strength undeniable, even while he’s drunk.
next to him is gojo, just as shirtless, and all chaos and laughs. his chest and cheeks just as flushed as his muscles flex, chugging the beer right beside sukuna. even for frat guys, their strength was shocking. people cheered for santa gojo, while another side cheered for sukuna the grinch. girls eye both men’s flushed and sweaty chests, especially at the bulge so obvious in their costumes.
then they drop together, sukuna lands with a soft thud, still laughing, chest heaving, eyes lazy and wild. gojo is cackling loudly, completely untamed. sukuna tosses his head back, hand running through his sweaty pink locks and wiping the beer from his chin with the back of his head. his laugh was unguarded, drunk and absolutely heart skipping.
when sukuna’s arm is being lifted in the air by another frat member, the crowd erupts with cheers as gojo tsks, stumbling just a bit as he argues.
and you see it all happen, and even when sukuna looks up, sharp eyes cutting through the crowd, you don’t waver when he shoots you a wink. dumbass.
at this point in the night, girls were lining up to take “santa pictures” with gojo and sukuna, this time much more explicit than the ones at the winter village as they crowd around the decorated section of the living room.
two girls jump on sukuna’s lap as another sits back on santa gojo beside him. and your very drunk mind isn’t able to control your simmering rage as you crush the solo cup in your hand when you witness them do the unthinkable.
in union, all three girls suddenly pull down their tops. huge tits spilling out right in front of the camera man, and both men.
sukuna and gojo — like the frat men they are — throw their heads back in laughter. sukuna’s face was flushed pink from the alcohol pumping through his veins. the girl on gojo’s lap, grabs his hands and puts them right on her chest, making him squeeze as she poses for the camera.
not a second later the girls on sukuna’s lap reach for his hands — which you don’t realize, haven’t touched a single girl that entire night— and you see red.
the alcohol was a hundred percent the catalyst for your unfiltered and uncontrolled reaction. and luckily for you, the man in question is just as fucked up, so when your hand is suddenly grabbing one of girls arm tugging it away from sukuna’s hand, all he can do is look up at you with a lopsided smirk.
“move. my turn.”
your eyes are lidded, narrowed at the girls as they scoff in disbelief, well until sukuna is dropping his thick legs letting them both hit the ground with a yelp. and for the first time in the night, sukuna opens his palm for a girl. “hop on.”
his hair is disheveled, overalls down at his waist showcasing his rippling abs and inked chest, skin sticky and hot, and lips glossed from the liquor.
your smaller hand clasps over his, holding it firmly, and climbing slowly onto his lap. it’s the same way you climb onto him when you’re about to ride his big fat cock, eyes low and heated as you shift your knees on either side of his muscular thighs, before settling your pretty ass right on his bulge. he immediately flushes, stirring inside his grinch overalls.
“if you wanted a picture so bad…i woulda let ya cut the line,” his deep eyes were glossed from the alcohol, hooded gaze falling over your lips, smirking up at you. you hum in disinterest, an ugly knot twisting inside you as you trace up his bulging biceps, feeling his hot skin under your palm.
the slow drag of manicured nails sends a cool shiver down the frat boys spine. his lips part with a confident exhale as you meet his eyes, tilting your head.
“you’d let me cut the line, with all those hot girls waiting?” you were so unbelievably drunk, your words were just flying out of your mouth. neither of you paying attention to the pledge who was asking you both to look at the camera, along with the girls huffing as they watched sukuna’s rub your thighs, sneaking his hands under your dress to grab at your thighs squeezing it possessively. he hadn’t laid a single finger on any of the girls, so why the fuck is he touching you? “would I have to pull down my top so you’d let me cut?”
sukuna stifled a laugh, “no, and I didn’t ask em to do that.”
you shrug, jaw clenching as you lean closer to the man, hand cupping his neck, making his head tip back with a carnal grin. “it’s disgusting.” you mutter against his lips, stealing his breath away with another chuckle from him. “would you rather have them topless on you or me?”
“you topless, for sure,” his cool response sends a flood of heat washing over you.
wow, the confidence. fuck.
gojo, who was sitting just a few inches away, gave you a surprised side glancing, overhearing your conversation. you guys were unbelievable.
“next girl!” gojo shrugs you both off, smiling wickedly as another hot brunette sits back on his lap, arm thrown over the presidents shoulder as she sticks her tongue at the camera. her other hand grabs at gojo’s face, kissing his cheek as he smiles proudly, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. arm wrapped tightly around the girl’s waist, feeling her curves.
and with these pictures, attracts more girls complaining about why you’re taking so long on the grinch’s lap. you guys weren’t even looking at the camera!
“you’re disgusting, you’d let all these guys see my boobs, then?” you mutter against his mouth, hot breaths mixing making him dizzy.
he grunts in short thought, before his hands are grabbing you firmer, cupping your ass under your dress, “nah….I’ll preserve y’r chasity.” his chin tilts.
“thought you said you wanted to fuck me in the library in front of an audience?” you’re surprised you can even remember his words with your drunk mind, but either way, the man bites back a smirk.
he swallows a thick moan, hooded gaze focused on you, “you said y’ wouldn’t like it,” he shrugs, biting his lip, “ so I’ll need something else in return.”
your chest is pressed to his sticky chest, fingers coiling in his hair as you raise a brow, “you said I can cut though.”
“yeah, but now I want payment,” his legs spread further apart, drunken mind groaning when he feels you shift firmly on his bulge, his own hips pushing up to feel you. fuck, he’s hard already? he seethes internally.
“I’m not taking my top off, ryo,” you scowl.
he scoffs, “i don’t want you doin’ that shit anyways, not with everyone here.” you flush at the direct admission, body reacting by pressing yourself closer to him, scratching his nape possessively, as if more girls aren’t getting even more livid at the pledge’s for holding up the holiday frat picture line, but it was all your fault, and they can see it, see the possessiveness dripping from your veins. “payment is a kiss.”
your lips part, amused. “easy.”
“but ya gotta kiss me like a good elf.”
his words immediately sink in, your skin burns, unaware that gojo has now finally gotten up, and has taken the responsibility of telling all the girls pictures are over. all the while, you’re sitting back, breath hot against his, holding his jaw firmly before pressing your lips against his.
the first contact made sukuna grip the flesh of your ass, fingers imprinting your skin, but then he’s groaning deeply when you start caressing his bottom lip, nibbling the flesh before going to his top lip.
you were meticulous, kissing his lips so lewdly, so possessively, so when his tongue finally joined, you showed just as much appreciation, if not more. you were taking the lead, tilting his head, pulling his hair, unaware that your lower body has started grinding down on his bulge. the arousal was seeping through the material of your panties, green pantyhose, and now his fuzzy overalls,
“fuck, you’re such a naughty fuckin’ elf,” he mutters between kisses, your tongue lapping his like a fucking puppy, humming in pleasure as the friction from your movement before you start humping his bulge a little firmer. stimulating your poor clit. “kissing the grinch,” his hand comes down on your ass, a few bystanders glance over in flushed embarrassment and jealousy, while most don’t notice, the music silencing anything else.
you smile against his lips, kissing them again and again, spitting in his mouth, before tracing the inside of his mouth with your tongue. his entire body was on fire, jaw numb as he kissed and grabbed you, completely oblivious to the party around him, entire mind and body consumed by you in a matter of minutes.
that’s until your started dry humping him a little quicker, mind slow to realize what you were both doing, as you enjoyed the pleasure it brought your clothed pussy. his head tilts back grunting when his hips bucked impatiently. but it wasn’t until one of your soft pitched moans pierced the air, did he notice the phone pointed at him from the corner of his eye.
“what the fuck!?”
you only blink when you’re suddenly falling back on the christmas couch with a yelp. sukuna lurches up, lunging at the phone and ripping it from the guy’s palm.
“the fuck were you doing?!” he barks, chest heaving and vision red.
“n-nothing, man,” the guy squeaks, sweating bullets as sukuna slams him to the ground, fist rising before geto is suddenly wrapping his arm around the vp’s neck.
“no fights!” his words are just as slurred, holding down a bile that threatens to crawl up his throat again.
sukuna tries to land a punch, but he was too drunk to aim, and his fist collides with the hard floor instead, right beside the guy’s face. “you fucking piece of shit! I’ll skin ya alive—delete whatever you recorded!” sukuna shouts, the entire crowd watching the man snap. you’re also watching in dumb shock on the couch, eyes wide as you see sukuna forcefully open the guys phone, scrolling to his photos.
everyone catches the darkness that crosses the athletes face, the red iris’ burning, and if it weren’t for geto and a pledge, sukuna would’ve killed the guy. he was seeing red, his jaw was taunt, deleting four videos this guy recorded of you dry humping him just minutes ago.
“get him out,” sukuna slams the phone into the ground after breaking the screen and shoving the guy back into the wall, nor pulling back any strength in his drunken state. “now!” a handful of pledges trip as they escort the man out of the frat.
sukuna sharply turns back to you, catching you off guard as your eyes widen. “did he—woah.” you gasp, suddenly stumbling up as sukuna lifts you to your feet, arm around your waist as he drags you up to his room, door slamming shut, rattling the entire house.
“what happened?” you stumble, just as sukuna is wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you to his chest as he kisses and sucks your neck.
“fucking holiday is full of fuckass creeps,” he seethes, hand bunching up your dress, and large palm cupping your clothed mound. “and now y’er fuckin’ soaked from humping my cock?”
you flush, hand holding his wrist as he wraps an arm around your waist, sitting back on his bed pulling you on his lap, “spread your legs,” his command comes with a nudge under your thighs. your brows pinch in heat, turning your face when your name cuts the air, silencing any protest as you whine lowly, spreading your legs open, back pressed to the man’s sweaty chest.
sukuna’s big arms are under your thighs, jaw tight. he brings both hands to your crotch, and easily tears the stockings open with a gasp. “I’ve decided,” he starts, exhaling as his forearm flexes, easily ripping your panties next, making you gasp, grabbing his wrist, “you’re on the fucking naughty list.”
“what’re you—wai!—“ you cry out as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole. every thought leaves your head once he starts stimulating your crying cunt. your back arches off his chest, squirming, until he’s cracking a hand on your inner thigh. “ryo—“ you cry.
“stay fuckin’ still,” he tsks, working two fingers rapidly, other hand sliding from your thigh to your clit, overstimulating you in seconds as he curls his fingers, already hearing the sloshing of your arousal in your pussy from his intruding fingers.
your nails dig into his arms, sliding down his lap with every squirm until he’s lifting you easily back in place, and keeping you stationed and opened for him. his head is propped over your shoulder as he watches you cry into his chest, toes curling as you start clamping around his fingers, gasping for air.
“yeah, cumming in five minutes. impressive, slut,” he tsks, watching your legs struggle to close as your orgasm washes through your body.
you’re trying to push his hands away now, but instead he’s dragging his fingers out popping them in his mouth sucking all the sweetness before pushing the digits near your mouth. “cmon I took all the honey off, so suck.”
“you’re fucking insane—“ he shuts you up with his fingers, other hand cracking down on your pussy.
“legs stay open.”
oh fuck, your core squeezes, chest hot as you suck on his fingers, whining around them as he rubs your puffy clit, running his fingers up and down your slit, purposely making a mess. something had taken him over. he doesn’t want to address why that weird fantasize of fucking you in front of people plagued his mind, but when he saw that phone, he couldn’t control his anger. the internal unspoken conflict of wanting people to know your his, but also not see you in that way.
maybe your words should mean more. you were only okay with him seeing you like this. was that why he was pissed that someone was recording?
“fuck,” he groans internally, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab your jaw, you gasp for air before he’s crashing his lips on yours.
you whine, lips parting instinctively as he shoves his tongue in aggressively. he still has an arm wrapped under your knee, keeping you open as you buck into the air, whining pathetically. his finger still circles and traces your pussy lips. your mind was so high in the clouds. he’s biting your lip, and groaning again when he stuffs your pussy again.
“tellin’ me you don’t like people watching,” he grits, “but y’er humpin’ me like you’re in fucking heat.”
your brows pinch, choking on a moan when he starts stimulating your clit again, rubbing tight circles. “I—I don’t—and y-you’re the fucking naughty one. feeling up a million girls in a week.”
sukuna scoffs, curling his fingers inside making your moan pitch high, gasping again when he pulls out leaving you empty and then spanking your pussy in mean punishment. clit burning. “I didn’t fucking touch ‘em, and it was for pictures.”
your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as he pistons his fingers at a brutal place, until you’re shaking and clawing at his arms. “yeah, there ya go,” his dark chuckle doesn’t conceal the simmering anger bubbling underneath. he was drunk, and you were barely holding on after two orgasms. but he didn’t care, “say something.”
you’re trying to close your legs, but he’s keeping you wide open like he owns you. “am I not touching you? s-sitting on someone’s lap is literally t-touching them,” you manage to choke out. words slurred as you turn your face, eyes heavy lidded as you glare at him. “you said the game goes till christmas, you can’t just end it early,” you huff.
his jaw sets, eyes locked on your lips. words leaving your lips, and body reactions delayed as he eyes your flushed expression. “humping me for videos vetos, so y’er on the fucking naughty list.”
“no you are!” you squirm trying to turn in his lap, but instead he’s standing up and tossing you on the bed. you land on your back, pushing yourself up to glare at him but—“wha!” you gasp as the man drags you to the edge of the bed and rips the rest of your pantyhose off, and then flipping you on your stomach.
“fucking elves shouldn’t talk back,” he spits, pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, flipping your dress over your ass —spank! “you understand?” spank!
your eyes bulge, tears pushing against your waterline. and your pussy is fucking leaking, asshole twitching right under his gaze making him flush all over.
you here the clanking of his overalls behind you. you turn your head and try to sit up again, “elves only listen to santa, not that grumpy ass grinch. so maybe bring satoru up and I’ll follow orders.”
his movements stop momentarily, sharp eyes finding yours and you can almost see the way his red irises disappear, dark pupils dilating at the suggestive comment.
you shrug, unaware how that one comment has set the man in ravels internally. “you want satoru up here?”
“he’s santa,” you wave dismissively, drunk mouth yapping.
his overalls clank to the ground followed by his boxers, leaving him completely nude, abs clenched and still sticky from alcohol and sweat. his monster cock is flushed red, tanned tip oozing pearls of clear cum. his heavy filled balls sway as he steps over his clothes, kicking them aside, cock bobbing under the weight of his size, unable to fully stand up. your thighs clench as you eye the dangerous meat and the thick trail of hair from his belly button down to what you want most.
“I’ll get ya to follow my orders,” he utters behind clenched teeth, he pokes his cheek with his tongue, pressing one knee on the mattress, hand dragging down his abs, scratching the hairs that lead him to the thicker, sweaty, groomed pubes that decorate his base. he grabs himself and shaking his thick cock knowing exactly what he’s doing, because your eyes are now glued to him. cheeks hot, and mouth drooling as you see him wet his cock with his pre cum, spitting in his hand and bringing it back to his cock, jerking himself of with slow, tight twists.
your hand was pressed to the mattress, “ryo..”
sukuna’s head tips back, eyes fluttering and thick brows scrunching— oh fuck, he groans. he’s really pent up, his hand bringing relief to the hot girth.
you pout sitting up. your jealousy simmering inside as you see him relieving himself when you’re right there! you crawl closer to him, sitting pretty on the bed in front of him, hand touching his thigh, batting your lashes up at him. “ryo?” you caresses his muscular thigh, tracing the large inked band that wraps around the limb.
sukuna is still jerking his fat cock right in front of your face, you can feel the heat from it, eyes flicking up to his eyes watching him exhale a grunt. you whine, jaw setting as he ignores you, you watch more pre leak out of him.
you huff, calling his name again, but he ignores you again, focusing on his own relief, but he hears you shuffling in front of him, then a zip, and light toss.
you completely strip, settling back on the bed and inching close and rubbing his thigh again so he can give you attention now. “stop ignoring, cmon,” you dig your nails in to his thighs, frown deepening as his jaw slacks, groaning once he twists around his tip, thumb rubbing the slit of his engorged tip, making his entire body jerk, until the first spurt of cum shoots out of his tip.
“shit,” he hissed , “fuck!!”
his hand falls on your head, as you suck your lips around his tip drinking up his cum and moving his hand away to milk his cock for more. you moan around him, sending shivers down his spine, bracing your head against him as you swallow more of his cock, bopping your head before pulling out, and moving your face down. “shit,” he grits, eyes lidded as your tongue hangs out, and licks a strip from heavy balls, up, up, up to his tip, tongue circling the bulbous tip, jerking his base, quicker. you moan as you squeeze your hand up until his abs are clenching and shooting more cum.
your throat bobs as you swallow every drop, ignoring the bitter taste because of the amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. your tongue laps over his tip until he’s pressing your head back.
you pull of, licking your lips, doe eyes dotting up at him in satisfaction, brushing his happy trail like a fucking minx. your manicured nails move around the thick hairs brushing it as you wait for him to finally meet your eyes. your cheeks flush, expression brightening at the attention.
he scoffs, chest still heaving, cock still half-hard, he cups your jaw. “so yer gonna listen to me?”
your eyes glance over his flushed features, ears red, and body hot. “let’s jus’ fuck.”
the click of his tongue slices the air. he then grabs your wrist that was touching his treasure trail, pulling it away, and tilting your face up so he can bend down. “we’re gonna fuck, but I’m not gonna fuck you like a nice princess.”
your eyes narrow, “I wouldn’t expect that from some ass that’s always been on the naughty list.”
you visibly see the cord snap behind his eyes. in seconds you’re being flipped onto your stomach again, wrists caged behind your back, and a sharp spank hitting your ass. “fucking think you’re perfect?”
your body squirms, whining into the sheets as he lines his engorged tip to your entrance, hand grabbing your waist as he pulls you back, slamming the entire girth in, hitting your cervix.
“fuahh!” you cry out, words falling off your tongue as sukuna pounds your poor cunt like it personally attacked him…which it did. you’re gasping with every drag of his cock, and every spank from his cruel hand. all of it a punishment as if it wasn’t making your pussy clamp around him every time, and gush another flow of syrupy arousal. “nghhh r-ryo, I’m ahh—”
sukuna scoffs as you try to speak, tightening his grip on your bound wrists, pressing it against your lower back making you arch painfully. you whine louder, unable to stop the itch that grows bigger inside you. “still don’t wanna listen t’me? still think yer gonna get a nice fucking—not only are ya on the naughty list…but you’re letting the grinch fuck your brains out.”
drool slides down your chin as you push back, meeting his thrusts with your own neediness. sukuna groans watching the way your ass ripples with each loud clap. “such a bad fuckin’ ngh girl.”
your thighs tremble as you feel the comings of another orgasm. your wrists struggle in his single grip, whining louder, moans getting pitcher and more pathetic as you do the worst possible thing—
“please…nhh ryo, please, let go,” you’re crying and whimpering, almost like your body wasn’t clenching around him for more.
however, sukuna’s unchecked laugh only solidifies the only possible way out is to, “beg a little more. the grinch can be nice if the naughty girl does what she’s told.”
if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you probably would’ve felt his evil smirk behind you, but you couldn’t, and ultimately your glossy lips are parting as you start babbling incoherent nonsense, the little alcohol left in your system fueling you with a mix of “ryo…please…please ngh fuh-wanna cum…cum cumming!—“
his insistent pounding had your vision going white, jaw slack as your pitched cries pierce the walls like a dirty angel.
his grip finally loosens around your wrists, letting them tuck beside you as you fall to your side, arms stretching above you as sukuna lifts your leg, slotting himself again.
“still needa empty the grinch’s sacks,” he snorts, guiding his tip back into your overstimulated hole, and pushes your leg higher, practically hugging it over his shoulder as he slams backs in.
your entire body is on fire, back arching high off the bed you almost felt like you were floating. all senses and rationality flew out the door once he began using all two hundred pound weight of muscle behind each thrust. your moans punched out with a cry, tears breaking as your nails dug into the sheets. sukuna was beyond gone. pupils blown to black as your moans fueled his stamina.
his beefy arms hugged your thighs, hand managing to slip to crack more spanks on your ass. “fuckin’ elf squeezin my dick like it’s abouta snap—haah fuck fuck s’ hot.”
the man hadn’t fully realized how gone he was, until he dropped your leg and pushed himself between your legs letting them lock around his toned waist, before shoving his length back inside your spasming walls, for the home stretch.
“you like getting fucked like this? crying like a dumb little elf,” he scoffs, licking your lips with his messy tongue, a loud rumble shakes his body as he groans. your lips part with every thrust he gives you, arms on either side of your head as he pounds into you. a hot moan leaves his mouth, “words, elf.”
“I’m not c-crying,” you choke, blown gaze glossed over, and face hot as your nails scratch down his back. your head flies back, whining louder until he’s pushing himself up, hands pressed under your thighs. his eyes watch every tear that runs down your pretty cheeks, every clench of your stomach, until his thrusts get sloppier and uncoordinated, and he’s finally groaning like the beast he is—
“shiit, gonna shoot my load,” his voice strains slightly, gasping as you clamp around him, trembling from your own orgasm that makes his hand crack on your ass.
“ryo!” you cry, his thumb falls on your clit rubbing harsh circles, sliding so deep inside you feel him warm up your tummy, until he’s stilling, back arched forward, his calloused palm falls flat dwarfing your stomach and with one last half thrust, he’s dumping thick creamy white cum in your pretty cunt.
“fuckfuck—“ he’s chanting lowly, pressing down on the tummy bulge, feeling his cock empty inside you, as your hand wraps around his wrist, gasping and trembling like a cute little thing. with a few more thrusts, milking the last bits, he pulls out. your legs are shaking desperately, whining when he watches his thick cum start to spill out. “would you rather get stuffed by the grinch or santa?”
you’re still catching your breath, tears dried on your pretty cheeks as sukuna rubs your thighs, then your stomach again, until he’s hovering over you.
your glossy lips part, drool dried on your chin as you gaze up at the man like a fucked out princess, “the grinch.”
it wasn’t a surprising answer, but it still had sukuna’s muscles relaxing and his dimples press into his cheeks as he smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck over and over, hugging your waist.
“you were so good for me, I’ll ask santa to move ya to the nice list,” he teases, alcohol still pumping through him.
you make an incoherent noise, almost like a whine. you then exhale softly, exhaustion seeping into your bones, before your pretty mind-numbing beautiful lips part, and you’re whispering softly, soft hands brushing his bicep as he continues kissing and licking your neck. “s’ fine,” you sigh, eyes heavy, “I’ll stay on the naughty list…with you.”
and maybe if either of you were just a little bit more sober, you’d think a little more about what you meant by that. but instead he’s crashing beside you, tucking himself against your back.
however, that didn’t seem it was the end of the night. it wasn’t until the next day when the boys were cleaning up downstairs and gojo dragged sukuna’s ass out of bed to help — leaving you still passed out in his warm sheets — did he find out a little bit more.
all the members were hungover, including sukuna, cleaning up the wreck of a house, and just like after most parties, everyone was recalling different things, piecing together the night. as for this particular one, the events were timelined including sukuna’s appearance towards the end of the party, which he had very small recollection of.
so in gojo lovely words, everyone had heard him fucking you to oblivion upstairs, which wasn’t anything new, but then afterwards sukuna’s drudging down. nails marked his back and arms, a sheer layer of sweat over his entire body, and only wearing a very loose pair of sweats, with his bulge very prominent and smelling entirely of you, did more info come out.
gojo’s drunk ass stumbled to see sukuna grabbing water from the kitchen, asking if he wanted to do another competition, when sukuna brushed him off, and quite literally explained in detail why he couldn’t, and that included: a pretty elf girl sleeping naked in his bed upstairs waiting for him after he stuffed her pretty pussy full of his cum, as she cried for him. so he can’t stay down long because he needs to kiss her to sleep, and he won’t let santa’s bitchass near her.
the room fell silent. and sukuna was frozen for a second, just a brief moment, until he’s scoffing. “fuck off,” before turning the vacuum on.
either way, when they finished cleaning up, he dragged his hungover ass back up to his room. body heating up once he saw you still passed out, blanket falling to your waist as you slept on your side, face pressed to the pillow as gentle breaths left your pretty lips.
he pushes down the feeling of his stomach flipping at the sight of you, or the way his chest heats up. instead he quietly slips back into bed, arm wrapping around your warm torso, letting your warmth pull him back to sleep.
“you made a pretty elf,” he mutters against your neck, pulling your fast asleep ass back to his chest.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: happy holidays to anyone that celebrates!! I’m actually muslim so I don’t celebrate christmas, but I loveeee the winter villages in my city so I was inspired by that! i hope u guys enjoyed it!!
SUKUNA x BRATTY!READER x YUJI
𝓼𝓾𝓶: You are a dickmatized manipulative brat.
Sukuna is Sukuna.
Yuji is collateral damage.
𝓬𝔀: canon au. mdni 18+ only. cheating, rough play, unprotected, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy.
𝔀𝓬: 8787
𝓪𝓷: attn—this is a *repost* since the original got deleted. i combined both parts i tried to clean it up a bit since this is the first fic i ever wrote for jjk like 2+ years ago but most of it is the same. i'd like to think i've improved since then but it's also cute to see how far i've come. so no the writing isnt as good jkhsbdfb its been 2 years!!
‘2:37 AM’—Fuck.
You gotta stop looking at the clock, it's only making you more restless.
Usually sleep comes to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend, Yuji, would lull you into a comforting slumber each night without issue.
Sighing, you lay your head on Yuji’s chest as his arm loosely drapes around your waist. This quickly became your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other.
You'd only been living together for over a little over a month now but you honestly have no complaints. Yuji is great—even if your apartment is way smaller than you would have liked.
Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exterminating curses doesn't pay the best salary.
You want something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.
Yuji was the one who suggested saving, to console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to silence your protests as ultimately you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together and not separated by dorms at Jujutsu Tech.
Yuji could be a little clueless at times, sure, but your boyfriend does always try his best to make you happy.
Honestly, the two of you rarely have any disagreements even though you are a stubborn brat most of the time. His easy going nature takes your faults in stride. Yeah he can be clueless but once he does know what you want he meets your needs without complaint.
In fact, Yuji is always doing sweet things for you— waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burns) in bed. He will shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that makes you feel warm just remembering it.
You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.
You are happy with Yuji.
You love him and are very happy with Yuji.
Sigh.
So then ms. ma'am, if you are 'so happy', why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?
Chewing your lip in nervous anticipation, the truth is that your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses, and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.
Sukuna is your enemy.
How could you let it come to this?
The guilt you feel is insurmountable, yet it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening.
That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you silly before disappearing again like a thief in the night.
Rode hard and put away wet, Sukuna would use you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the day you and Yuji moved-in together—the night of your housewarming party.
Ironically enough, you didn't even want a damned housewarming.
You thought it was impractical and honestly a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. Everyone would be on top of each other all night.
But Gojo had insisted. Promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Seeing Yuji happy, and hearing Gojo was buying the two of you a new washer-dryer combo, you got on board.
The housewarming itself went well enough, albeit the cramped space, until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.
However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.
The son of a bitch.
That wasn't Raggae Punch—it was fucking Jungle Juice.
You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.
Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal enough earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. Foolishly, he joined-in with earnestness.
Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected—with Yuji was beyond shitfaced and you of course left to take care of him.
Yuji's head hung low, barely resting on the edge of the chabudai by the time Nanami—clear winner of the night—managed to drag an even drunker Gojo out of your apartment. Gojo was still singing loudly, slurring through songs on the expensive digital karaoke machine he'd gifted you both earlier (yeah, no new washer/drier set for you).
Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left. Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.
With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved far easier than expected.
You left ibuprofen and a bottle of Pedialyte on the nightstand, along with a small bin beside the bed in case he woke up nauseous. Truthfully, you really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend.
Yuji always takes such good care of you.
But...you just wished it hadn’t been this night.
The night you realized that mixing that much alcohol in those quantities sent the heat straight to your pussy.
Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue.
But after you dragged a second, still-unsatisfying orgasm from your body, that’s when Sukuna appeared without warning—his low chuckle curling through the room at your failed attempts.
Admittedly, you were terrified at first.
You and Yuji had been together for two years, but Sukuna rarely surfaced and he had never addressed you directly before, preferring to ignore you all together. It was dangerously easy to forget that the most powerful curse in existence lived rent-free inside your boyfriend’s soul.
Nevertheless, you were desperate for real relief.
Lust clouded your thoughts, thick and heavy and it didn’t take much coaxing at all before your legs parted, pliant and willing, like warm jelly for The Curse King.
And Sukuna did not disappoint.
His sharp tongue poured filth into your ears—degrading praises that sent electricity racing through your veins, crackling down to your core, where the even sharper thrusts of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.
Your senses shattered. You came hard, messy and mindless—soaking Sukuna, yourself, and the sheets beneath you.
And that was only round one.
Sukuna, of course, had near-limitless stamina.
The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye.
You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized Yuji only remembered bits of the party and nothing of what happened after.
In fact, it made you feel even more terrible that Yuji apologized to you.
Yuji was upset with himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.
Yuji gave you the perfect out and thinking it would never happen again you let him believe it was him...well, in some essence it was still his body in a way.
Urgh, you are the worst.
Realistically, if you confessed to Yuji in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.
It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware.
You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight—hell you couldn't even take Yuji.
In fact, wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?
Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.
That was because subconsciously a part of you knew you would have to admit that you did enjoy it and you wanted it to happen again.
And it did.
Many more times after.
Except for tonight.
Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.
In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row—the longest you had gone without his cock since he started toying with you.
You recall snapping at him after his last visit—right around the time his insults shifted from targeting you to dragging Yuji, mocking his inability to satisfy you. Your guilt had you snapping, telling Sukuna to fuck off and never to come near you again. You even threatened to tell Yuji if he did.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected the threat to matter.
It never had before.
And as much as you wanted to feel relieved—maybe Sukuna had finally grown tired of dealing with "Yuji’s bratty little pillow princess," as he so often called you while he was buried deep inside your sloppy cunt—you weren’t relieved at all.
You were annoyed.
He hadn’t listened the first time.
Or the second. Or the third.
So why now?
Why when your pussy has become so well trained its started to ache for that stretch—the delicious, punishing burn of your walls tearing that only Sukuna could bestow on you?
You shiver, thinking of Sukuna’s heavy grip sinking into the fat of your hips—his claws always just shy of puncturing your skin.
He loved to remind you how easily he could tear you apart if he wanted to, growling it against your ear while pounding into you from behind, each clap of his hips shaking the breath from your lungs.
Nearly salivating at the memory, you snap your head up—too eagerly—when you felt Yuji stir beneath you, heart jumping at the thought it might be him.
But it wasn’t.
And the disappointment hit harder than it should have.
But it wasn’t until Sukuna corrupted you that you realized: you didn’t want to be treated like some fragile, precious thing.
You want to be handled.
You want to be ruined.
You want to be called names—dirty, brutal, humiliating ones—because that’s exactly the kind of filthy, cheating whore you were proving yourself to be.
But Yuji?
Yuji is too kind. Too big of a softy. He’d never fuck you the way you needed—yet you couldn't deny you were still in love with him.
You squeeze your eyes shut like that might somehow block the thoughts out—but you knew the truth.
You can't sleep because you were horny for Sukuna.
The heat in your belly keeps climbing steadily, making sleep a distant, impossible hope. Your clit throbs, swollen and aching while your pussy flutters helplessly, clenching around nothing.
The motion forces out a slow trickle of Yuji’s cum from earlier, warm and wet as it slides down your thighs and you catch yourself wishing it was Sukuna's instead and in that moment your resolve breaks.
Yuji was just an appetizer.
But you are still starving—for the main course.
Sukuna.
Swallowing hard, deep down, you already know you’d already resigned yourself to whatever the hell Sukuna dragged you into.
You nuzzle deeper into Yuji’s chest, your fingers drifting lazily across the ridges of his lower abs beneath the blanket. Your voice is barely a whisper against his skin.
“Yo… um… hey… Hey, Sukuna... c-can you hear me?”
Silence.
You try again. Still nothing.
You huff, your patience thinning.
“Dammit, Sukuna,” you whisper, harsher this time, voice rising with irritation.
You wait but the only answer is the slow, steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest beneath your cheek.
Your jaw tightens, seeing red.
This lame-ass motherfucker.
So that’s it?
After everything—after wrecking you, haunting you, owning you—he’s just... done?
You slowly lift your head from Yuji’s chest, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend as if you could scowl straight past him and into Sukuna’s smug, hidden soul beneath.
Muttering under your breath, you shuffle across the bed toward the nightstand.
“Fuckin' headass Lord King of body-snatching curses... got more dick in his personality than he does in his pants,” you grumble, dragging the drawer open with quiet venom.
Turning on the small bed lamp, you dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.
Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.
Maybe if you rubbed one out, you could calm down. Just enough to stop feeling so pissed off.
You needed something, shit anything, to take the edge off before you did something truly insane, like knocking the Mario coins out of your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend out of sheer frustration with the curse inside him.
Yuji doesn't deserve that.
Just like he doesn't deserve any of this. Not the monster squatting in his soul—and certainly not a girlfriend who'd spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a thick tattooed cock.
Settling onto the bed beside Yuji, you switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting—quiet enough not to disturb him.
Slowly, you drag it across your skin, savoring the soft buzz as you trace a path down past your heaving chest, across your belly, and lower still.
Your lip catches between your teeth as the toy barely ghosts over your clit—
When before you can even scream, a hand snaps around your wrist.
Another one rips the vibrator from your grip and flings it across the room with enough force for it to shatter against the wall.
“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”
The voice was unmistakable—Sukuna.
How could it not be?
Deeper than Yuji’s, richer, more decadent. Every word curls around you, teasing and scolding all at once, the bass of his voice making your clit throb in time with each slow, deliberate syllable.
“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty lil cunt, bitch.”
You bristle in protest, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip on you doesn't budge. His fingers burn against your wrist—just his touch alone was enough to ignite you, the heat spreading fast, licking over your skin and threatening to consume you whole.
Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatens to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you snap back, biting words a reflex for a brat like you. “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole, but we—”
You didn’t get to finish.
In a blink, Sukuna is on top of you.
His tattooed hands seize both your wrists and pins them above your head, his body locking you in beneath him. The air shifts—charged, heavy, dangerous as his snarl scorches your cheek.
The red glow of Sukuna's four eyes sear into yours as they go wide with alarm. Your mouth dries instantly, heart pounding with the reality of who you just decides to sass finally sinking in.
And that maybe, just maybe, you'd fucked around a little too far… and were about to find out.
Sukuna, on the other hand, seems to delight in your panic.
“‘Eh? Triflin?” he says, mockingly, twisting your tone and slang into something cruel. “Me? Not the filthy slut begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he’s asleep? And then throwing a tantrum when I don’t?”
Fuck. So he had heard you earlier.
“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on a whim—and speak to me casually?” Sukuna's tenor is darker now as he hovers over you, “I’ve killed for far less.”
Sukuna is closer now. Too close. Yet aside from the bruising grip on your wrists, he still hasn't touched you.
But he doesn't need to.
The heat rolling off him, the sheer weight of his cursed energy, pressing into you from all sides making your nerves sing in horror for your impending doom—your body reacts all the same.
Fear and arousal tangles together into something volatile, something dangerous, churning in your gut like it might split you open from the inside if Sukuna didn’t do it first.
Your lip trembles as you shift restlessly beneath him.
Despite your best efforts, you are completely at his mercy once again.
“And Yuji?” Sukuna's words are like daggers into your heart as his breath brushes your lips.
Shakily, you exhale—only now realizing you’d even been holding it.
“You’re still this needy after he already gave you cock tonight? Tsk, tsk. You really are a brazen, greedy lil' whore, hm?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Not about you being a whore at least. That much, you couldn’t deny—not now, not like this.
But he is wrong to imply this was the same as being with Yuji.
Because when Sukuna takes over, Yuji’s face is where the similarities end. Sukuna is taller, more muscular and thicker in every way—his cock not excluded from that either.
The black markings stretch taut over the expanse of Sukuna's entire body, binding tight over powerful muscle and making him look infinitely more dangerous than Yuji ever could.
Even Sukuna's scent was different—darker, heavier. Almost as threatening as his presence and intoxicatingly masculine.
A pure predator.
Pouting, you know fighting Sukuna is pointless, like playing a losing game.
Still, part of you is pissed. He’d ignored you all night. Leaving you writhing in your own heat like you were nothing likely laughing at you all the while.
But now?
Now he's here.
And you are so close to getting what you need.
If it meant surrendering the last scraps of your dignity to finally get it?
So be it.
There wasn’t much left to protect anyway.
So you surrender completely—like the needy little bitch in heat that you are—appealing to Sukuna's ego.
“If you know I’m a whore,” you whispered, breath shaky, “then fuck me like one already, Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum, pleaseeeee…”
Your voice is all sugar-dipped desperation, each saccharine plea spilling from your lips like a twisted prayer.
And you hated it.
You hated humbling yourself like this.
Your cracks begin to show as tears of frustration finally spill from your eyes, sliding hot and silent down your cheeks.
Still, you blinked through them, locking eyes with him. Needing him to see just how much you want him—to see the desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being.
Of course, Sukuna sees it loud and clear.
The raw, aching desperation radiates from every inch of your trembling body—and it only makes the devious smirk across his face stretch wider.
Releasing your wrists, Sukuna's hand is around your throat faster than you can blink. His thick fingers curl tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head swim as he leans down to lick up a trail of your tears.
“Tch. Even when you’re desperate and begging,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your skin, “you still can’t help but be an insolent lil' brat.”
Sukuna's breath ghosting over your ear makes you gush, especially as his tongue slides into your canal, slow and deliberate before retracting to scrape his teeth over your lobe.
And then—finally—the full weight of Sukuna’s naked body sinks onto yours, heat and muscle pressing you down into the mattress.
You moan at the blissful maddening contact, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch against your belly, heavy and hot.
His mouth trails lower, lips dragging down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of angry red marks—evidence you’ll be scrambling to hide come morning.
Arching into him instinctively, you grind against him, savoring every ounce of friction as waves of heat roll through your body.
But just as quickly as he gives you what you want—
He pulls away. “You should know by now, Y/N…
You gasp, your body jerking at the loss.
“—disobedient sluts get punished.”
Before the chill of his words can even settle, your world flips. Sukuna moves you effortlessly, draping you across his thick thighs at the edge of the bed.
The exact situation you are in not clicking until a loud smack reverberates in your ears and white hot pain blossoms across your left asscheck.
Smack.
You’re ready for the second, but it still forces a hiss from your teeth as the impact jolts through you, deeper than it should.
Smack.
By the third, a broken moan slips from your mouth before you can stop it.
Sukuna keeps going, unrelenting. Each strike leaves you more breathless than the last. Your body easily turning pliant and shaky over his lap.
Your tongue lolls as you pant, dazed from the relentless rhythm of his strikes.
Smack.
On the fourth, you grab his thigh for leverage and push yourself back toward his hand without thinking. The movement sends a jolt through your core that makes your body shudder.
“S‑Sukuna!”
His name tears out of you as the next strike lands directly on your pussy.
Already drenched from your arousal and earlier romp with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit makes is absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well.
You can feel how much he’s enjoying this from the way he holds you in place. And the need for him to finally take you is unbearable.
“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slur, jumbles as you writhed against the bulge thickening beneath you.
“Fuck you, slut?” Sukuna drawls, mocking your desperation with a wicked grin.
Another soggy smack rings out from your pussy.
Your eyes roll back as your teeth sink into your lower lip—hard enough to draw blood, not that you’d even notice.
“Not when you address me so casually...”
Smack.
“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.”
Smack.
Smack.
SMACK.
Each strike to your swollen clit knocks the breath from your lungs, your face flushing with raw, burning shame.
“Hn… we’ll have to fix that, won’t we, Brat?”
And with that Sukuna plunges three thick fingers into your messy cunt, pulling a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks in surprise.
His fingers gliding-in effortlessly thanks to how pathetically wet you are, pumping into you with a punishing rhythm.
Your cries and whines far on deaf ears, Sukuna already knows how much you fucking love his fingers. They reach deeper than your own fingers ever could—faster, rougher, more reckless than Yuji has ever dared to be.
True to his word, Sukuna fucks every last trace of Yuji’s cum out of you, pulling it from your body like he’s reclaiming what’s his while you come undone, unraveling completely across his lap.
“Did I not make it clear last time,” Sukuna growls low in your ear, “who this sloppy hole belongs to?”
You can't even process the question—mind blank, body twitching, mouth open and silent, utterly ruined.
Your breathy moans and the ASMR from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.
Vision spotty, you're closer to attaining release with every rough scrape of his fingers. The tension in you pulling taunt like a rope as Sukuna abuses the little bundle of nerves inside you.
Toes curling, your entire body strains for release.
Almost there.
“Ah—s‑so clo—” you manage to gasp, your mind focused on nothing but coming.
And then—he stops.
Sukuna’s fingers go still inside you, an evil laugh barking from him.
“I fucking hate repeating myself, brat. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”
The sudden loss burns and you want to sob, the need to cum swallowing every rational thought in your head.
Any attempt you make to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers are thwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.
He has you exactly where he wants you.
“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.
“Hm?” Sukuna one is skeptical, testing. He doesn't think you fully understood just yet who owns you.
“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”
You shake your head vigorously, tears splashing onto his thigh.
“N‑no,” you sniffle out.
“What was that, slut? Speak up.”
Sukuna's voice is harsh—but his fingers begin moving again. Slowly, in agonizing circles that make your back arch.
It's maddening.
“I won't! I-I won’t let Yuji come in your pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”
The words spill out without thought. You’d say anything right now for release.
And Sukuna knows it, a real bastard for actually making you say it though.
Sukuna pauses—and suddenly laughs.
It almost sounds like it’s meant for someone else, but you can’t think long enough to question it before his fingers press deeper, harder than before.
Your eyes roll back again as pleasure wipes your mind clean.
His thumb joins in, grazing lower, teasing a place no one has ever touched before.
“Oh—o‑oh god—” you sob, eyes squeezing shut.
The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense.
Not even Yuji had touched you there before.
The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.
“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out like a mantra.
Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.
“Shit- That's it." Sukuna murmurs with dark amusement. "Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”
As if your body actually needed his permission, those words are what finally breaks the dam inside of you.
You cum with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure, the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over, dissolving into pure noise.
Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. But Sukuna’s fingers don't stop, they continue to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.
Your chest heaves constricted against his lap and your legs are still trembling but you know he is far from finished with you.
His fingers slide out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop.
“On your knees, slut.”
Sukuna’s gruff command booms and you move quickly, not daring to test his patience this time. You could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received, your legs jelly as you slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom.
Once you steady yourself, you look up.
Sukuna is now manspread, legs reclining wide on you and Yuji's shared bed like it was his throne. Reclining the view he offers you is delicious, his tatted, hard cock, catching your eye like a beacon.
Your lips part as your gaze drops to him. The flushed tip of his cock bobs slightly with each slow breath he takes, a bead of precum trailing down and streaking across his stomach.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain.
You know what he expects now. You’ve just… never done it for him before.
Sukuna’s size is intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. On his previous visits Sukuna would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight.
Tonight feels different.
You’re not sure why—but the thought sparks something defiant inside you. A small, reckless flicker of the brat he’s always accusing you of being.
A sudden urge takes hold—to see how far you can push him.
To test how much control he’s really willing to give you.
You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him.
The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you.
And that’s when you decide—it’s a risky game to play, but you want a little payback.
For ignoring you for days.
For breaking your favorite toy.
For making you beg.
And, most of all, for turning you into a moraless slut who still aches for him to ruin you all over again.
“Put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, whore." Sukuna growls, baring his canines at your stalling. "If I left now, that sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.”
You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions.
Oh, he wouldn’t dare leave you now.
And if he wants head? Then you’ll give the King Asshole of Curses the nastiest, sloppiest toppy you can muster.
Mind set, you wet your lips, making careful eye contact with him through moist, batting lashes.
Slinking up between his legs, your hands caress his calves, skimming upward with feather-light touches over his thighs.
Your tongue lingers on the inside of his thigh, lapping up the mess of your own juices that still stain his lap—never once breaking eye contact.
It’s faint, but you swear you hear Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.
Rising to your knees, you settle yourself in close, pressing between his legs until his heavy cock nestles between your breasts.
He holds a strong poker face, but you see it—the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the deeper drag of his breath.
He wants this too.
It gives you back a sliver of the nerve you lost feeling just how massive he really is.
Still meeting his gaze, you flash him a sweet smile, then part your lips and let a slow string of spit fall from your tongue—thick and heavy, like honey—onto his cock.
The wetness flowing from your mouth is instantly cooled by air as it leaves your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.
Wasting no time, you gather the mixture of drool and precum now slick between your tits and begin to move them slowly up and down his massive length.
Indulging yourself, you squeeze your neglected nipples and moan, head fuzzy with lust, wishing it was your pussy—not your tits—smothering his cock.
Your jaw stays lax, mouth open and dripping, letting more saliva slide freely onto him as your eyes stay locked on his.
Sukuna’s just about to snap at you—ready to call you a cockteasing whore—when, as if sensing the insult forming, you finally break eye contact.
You lower your head and take his cockhead between your lips, while your tits continue to work his shaft.
Your tongue swirls over the slit at his tip, lewdly slurping up the precum gathering there.
Sukuna’s hand shoots into your hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
His claws dig into your roots with a grip that borders on painful—but it only urges you on.
You lick, kiss, and slobber your way down his length, taking him deeper with every stroke.
Sukuna grunts. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.
He’s broken many before—twisted them, corrupted them. But he can see it in your eyes now: your eagerness isn’t submission. It’s defiance.
His earlier punishment didn’t tame you.
It lit a fire.
He thought you’d pout, whine, maybe shrink away from sucking his cock like the spoiled pillow princess you are with Yuji.
Not attack it like it’s your last breath of air.
Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat.
The King of Curses would never admit it out loud, but your brattiness turns him on.
It always has.
He watches you from within Yuji—every slick comment when something doesn’t go your way, every pouty protest when you're denied what you want.
And Yuji? He gives in every fucking time.
It infuriates Sukuna that brat never puts you in your place.
The kid is too pussy-whipped to see the truth—that he has a filthy, devious lil whore on his hands, just begging to be turned out and used like a proper fucktoy.
Sukuna stifles a groan, resisting the urge to tilt his head back when he feels your soft fingers trail down and gently cup his heavy sack.
You fondle him, teasing, while your mouth works lower over his cock. Your hand pumps the base as your tits press around the shaft, your lips stretching to take him deeper.
He can’t let this go on.
He won’t be undone by you.
Your brattiness entertains him—but his pride won’t allow you to hold the upper hand for long.
Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stands.
Then—one rough thrust of his hips—
He slams his cock up next to your tonsils.
You gag immediately, choking as your hands scramble for leverage against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward.
The motion forces you to take him to the hilt, your jaw stretched painfully wide. Tears spill down your cheeks as his cock fills your throat, leaving barely any room to breathe.
“Now, now, silly whore.” Sukuna chides, watching you flail weakly against him.
“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”
Your throat—stretched raw and helpless—is being fucked without mercy, your face is shoved deeper into his crotch causing his course pubic hair to scratch at your cheeks and the and the pungent scent of his arousal floods your nostrils.
Combined with the lack of oxygen, it makes your head spin.
You croak out a moan as you gag even harder on his cock.
The vibrations travel down his shaft, and Sukuna growls, driving himself deeper with a brutal thrust, stuffing more of his length into your already-overstretched throat.
Your jaw aches like hell—but it’s nothing compared to the jealous ache in your weepy cunny.
Your pussy flares with phantom need, syncing up with every vicious thrust into your mouth, like your body’s begging to be filled again.
The roughness only turns you on more.
Trying to ease the pressure, your nails dig into his hips instead—scratching red welts into his skin as your body instinctively claws at him.
“Take it, woman. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.”
Sukuna's snarl wraps around you just as his cock pulses violently in your throat. A few more deep thrusts—and he comes.
His curses spill into the air as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly.
Sukuna doesn’t let go of you until he feels your throat milk the very last drop from him.
When he finally rips you off his cock you are collapsing onto the floor, coughing hard, spit and seed dripping from your lips as you gasp for air.
Despite all your earlier bravado, you weren’t ready—not for the size, not for the depth, and definitely not for the overwhelming heat and weight of him as he spilled his essence inside your tummy.
“Brats like you never follow instructions properly, do they?” Sukuna sneers.
You want to flip him off for nearly suffocating you—but all you manage is a sharp glare as your hands rub at your throat, trying to soothe the sting.
“Tch. Cumming just from getting your face fucked—and without permission, too?” Sukuna scoffs, that smug grin spreading across his face. “You still don’t deserve any dick.”
You stare up at Sukuna in disbelief, your brows knitting together. “Y‑You’re kidding me,” you cough out, voice hoarse.
As far as you’re concerned, you’ve more than earned it.
Sukuna chuckles at your reaction.
Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumps his cock slowly as he gives you a once-over.
He’s made an utter mess of you.
Stray strands of your disheveled hair cling to tear-streaked cheeks. Cum dribbles down from the corners of your mouth and chin, and every attempt to wipe it only smears it worse across your face. Your chest heaves, glistening with sweat and whatever else he’s coated you in, while that disobedient pussy of yours is leaking a wet spot onto the floor where you sit.
Just filthy.
He could deny you further if he wanted.
Tease you longer.
Make you beg.
He knows how much you hate that—which only makes that much more delicious.
But denying you would also mean denying himself.
You rose to the challenge of sucking him off with such filthy enthusiasm that it’s making him impatient now—to see you ruin yourself even more on his cock.
And his cock, twitching harder as he watches your sullied form, clearly agrees.
“Slut, if that nasty pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.” Sukuna says, shifting back on the bed to fully recline, eyes never leaving you.
You nod silently, your voice still too raw to answer.
It’s not the position he usually has you in—Sukuna likes you face-down, ass up, bent to his will—but if this is a punishment, you’ll take it.
Gladly.
You’d take any position, so long as it ends with his cock inside you.
Crawling over his massive frame, you straddle him, letting your palms run across the taut planes of his abs. Your fingers trace the dark ink of his tattoos as your slick pussy begins to grind against the length of his cock.
The feeling is incredible.
His thick girth parts your folds, dragging perfectly against your clit and causing you to quiver with every slow, sinful grind.
“On with it already, pillow princess,” Sukuna smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.
You yelp, clenching in response. Your ass is still sore from earlier, but Sukuna never lets you enjoy anything for long—not unless it's on his terms.
“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snap, your brattiness flaring again.
Still, you don’t resist. You align his cock to your entrance, giving him a few pumps, coating him in your gooey slick.
A part of you fully expects him to flip you over and choke you for that backtalk—to slam you into the mattress and fuck you breathless.
But when you glance up?
He’s transfixed.
His gaze is locked onto your pussy as it slowly lowers over him, watching as your cunt attempts to swallow him whole all on her own.
“Then just fucking do it, whore,” he growls, giving your cheeks another hard smack.
Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.
You want to glare at him but you are too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.
Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.
You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in and your tears are already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick.
“Aw… am I too much for the little brat?” Sukuna taunts lazily. “And here I thought I was going to get fucked.”
“I am,” you whine through clenched teeth.
You’re drenched. Prepped. Already stretched from his fingers. And it’s still this hard.
You lean more of your weight onto him, trying to adjust your angle—but the movement only makes his cock slip slightly back out.
“Too slow.” Sukuna snaps, firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you.
The scream Sukuna’s cock rips out of you is raw—loud enough that it should wake the whole neighborhood, but you aren’t capable of thinking about anything other than Sukuna splitting you open right now.
His blunt tip slams deeper inside you, knocking straight into your cervix. Your back violently arches as all the breath is stolen from your lungs, your vision goes dark for a moment as your body reels from the force of it.
Trembling, you fall forward onto his tattooed chest, too much, too fast, of what you’ve been begging for all night hits you all at once.
Your walls fiercely clamp around Sukuna’s length, squeezing so tight his dick felt it might snap off. He couldn’t stop the growl that echoes from his throat at the intensity.
“Shit bitch—did you just cum again!?”
“S’your f-fault,” you slur with a breathy sigh, wiping drool from your chin.
Pushing yourself upright, you shakily begin to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine.
Your whole body buzzes from the orgasm. You’re overly sensitive—but it’s still not enough.
You need more.
Leaning back, you grip his thighs for support and pick up your pace as you recover, until you’re rocking hard against him.
The angle has you taking him fully, each movement dragging him through you. You’re putting on a show without even realizing it, and Sukuna watches, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his cock.
Your tits bounce wildly with every motion while your cunt greedily sucks him in deeper, ignoring the sting of the stretch in favor of the pleasure flooding through you.
“That’s it, brat. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.
“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good”, y you groan, the sensation pulling another gush from you that slicks his cock, creating a white ring of fluids at his base
–Sukuna grits his teeth and adjusts his hips, thrusting up into you deeper.
Watching him beneath you—seeing the pleasure written across his face because of what you’re doing—sends a surging rush of power through your body. Sitting up straighter, your hands slide over his as they clutch at your breasts before settling on his forearms for balance.
Each thrust makes your pussy flutter. Every nerve feels lit on fire.
You’re not just playing with fire.
You’re dancing in it.
And it makes you feel higher than anything ever has.
Fucking him like this had to be a drug.
You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy lil’ whore and you wanted him to give you even more.
“I—I—I w‑wan‑t…” you start, but the words fall apart as your focus slips. You’re drifting again, pleasure threatening to swallow you whole, but you still have one more thing you want before you go over the edge, one more trick up your sleeve.
“Yes? Use your words, brat. Tell your King what his lil’ slut wants.” Sukuna purrs.
He sounds teasing enough, but the strain in his voice is unmistakable.
You lean into him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass
“K-kuna… d‑daddy… y‑your tongue… k‑kiss me,” you coo, putting on your sweetest, most pitiful babyface as you pout down at him, silently begging him to indulge you.
His eyes flash as you catch him completely off guard and tighten your legs around him just as he suddenly sits up.
Sukuna’s hand snaps around your neck again—but his hips never stop moving, fucking up into you..
Your eyes widen, not in fear—but excitement.
The thrill of pushing him, of testing how far you can go, sends a shiver down your spine. The danger of it all is intoxicating.
The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex. You lean into the hand at your throat, smiling faintly as your fingers trail over Sukuna’s arm—almost as if you’re inviting him to squeeze tighter.
Audacious.
Do you really get off on edging death? Sukuna could kill you now with the mere twitch of his muscle.
The urge to actually snap your neck rising hot and sudden in his chest.
You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine.
You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.
One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…
…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for.
One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving you what you wanted.
Truthfully you were all of those things.
He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It’s absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts.
Sukuna loosens his grip on your neck only to seize your jaw, pulling you closer.
“Open.”
You obey immediately, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue.
The second Sukuna tilts your head back you feel his spit land at the back of your throat.
“Swallow.”
You’re already doing it before the word fully leaves his mouth, savoring the taste of his thick heady fluids before sticking your tongue back out to show him you’ve taken it all.
“Good girl.” he mutters—and then his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is brutal, your teeth clashing as he devours your tongue, his lips rough and demanding. Even this is dangerous—his sharp canines nick your flesh, and you taste blood as it flows into his mouth.
You feel him groan into you as he drinks your spilled blood eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor. Not realizing how little air you’ve had until he finally pulls back, your blood smeared across his lips.
Sukuna chuckles at the dazed look on your face as you hang onto his shoulders. When you finally manage to inhale, you lean back in, your tongue sliding across his lips to taste yourself there.
“M-more…w-wanna c-cum Kuna daddy.” you mewl against his lips.
“More?” he muses, eyes glinting mischievously. “Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it.”
Sukuna’s breath fans across your face as kisses you again, rough and hungry.
One hand moves behind you—
And the next sensation hits you like a shockwave. The mouth on his palm opening and it’s tongue diving directly into your asshole.
You cry out as your body instinctively presses closer to him. The kiss breaks as you bury your face in his neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and keep his tongue from going deeper.
However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access. The devious grin on his torso widens as its thick tongue laps at your clit while Sukuna continues to fuck up into you.
“Don’t run from this, slut,” Sukuna grunts against your ear, the smirk audible in his voice. “Is this not everything you’ve been begging for?”
You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy.
“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?”
Sukuna’s taunts travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.
His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him.
“Uh‑h… uh‑huh…” you nod weakly, the only sounds you can manage dissolving into incoherent babble.
You’ve never felt your senses assaulted like this. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on the verge of combusting. The heat inside you spreads everywhere, turning your entire body hypersensitive.
“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck mockingly as he bites down enough to draw blood.
Your chest tightens as your stomach flutters.Your body betrays you completely.
Every trick you’ve tried on him tonight has backfired.
Every time you push him, he pushes back harder. Returns your energy 10 times more.
And you realize, finally, you’re never going to win this game.
The pathetic part is you don’t even know if you hate him for it… or are love-in with him.
Any sane thought you had is long gone. All that’s left is the overwhelming need for him to finish inside you, to fill you completely.
Claim you as his.
Sukuna swallows your scream as another crushing orgasm tears through you. Your body jerks violently against him, trembling from head to toe as the pleasure crests and spills over.
Your mind goes blank.
You collapse forward against him, tapping out as your senses fade into darkness.
You’re only out for a moment.
When you come back to yourself, you realize he’s moved you onto the bed. You’re on your stomach now, and he’s shifting behind you.
“I’ve fucked you stupid,” Sukuna chuckles. “Just look at you. Half unconscious and that pussy is still quivering for more.”
You can only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy.
“Hands and Knees.” Sukuna orders, not giving a fuck about you being tired. He let you have your fun, now it was time for his.
“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slur, you can’t possibly take any more of him at this moment, you think you might actually break no matter how badly your treacherous pussy is screaming for more.
“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”
You groan. Your limbs feel like liquid, useless beneath you. You can’t push yourself up with your arms.
So you turn your head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and lift your hips into the air instead. Your hands reach back, spreading your messy pussy lips open for him.
Sukuna whistles softly at the sight of you open, his cum dribbling out of you.
“Look at you.”
His hand comes down in a sharp smack, and you whine at the sting.
“Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.” Sukuna’s evil laughter fills the room as he positions himself behind you, lining himself up once more.
His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, squirting down your sex and onto the bed.
Plowing into you once more Sukuna blesses you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over.
Sukuna only pauses after this fourth load, you in prone-bone now, flat on your stomach—only able to moan and gush more as he uses you just as you wanted.
You’re barely conscious. Sukuna’s speaking but… not to you? You’re confused and then your blood turns absolutely icy at The Curse King’s next words that crush you.
“See, Yuji?” Sukuna says darkly. “When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”
𝓪𝓷: lol this is like a trip down memory lane. honestly i want to write more fics about sorcerer reader trying to date sukuna in yuji body lmfao, not like cheating next time but just like dating them both jsdfbjhsd. like what if sukuna had decided to just live on inside yuji? how would they both pull bithes hjfsbhdkkfhbhjvsd. thots to ponder lol.
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
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