Account with the default tumblr pfp with nothing in your blog then I’m blocking you (I highly suggest putting any kind of picture like a cute animal, your fav character/celebrities, or whatever and write something about you or your blog in the untitled spot thingy)
Account with a picture of a person—that is not a famous person or a character etc—with nothing in your blog then I’m blocking you too (because most porn bots are like this. also i rarely seen blogs with a picture of themselves here. so yeah)
So, what I’m trying to say is JUST FILL YOUR BLOG!!!! REBLOG SOME RANDOM SHIT!!! WRITE SOME RANDOM SHITT!! FILL IT!!!!
That’s all. I’m just getting tired of all the empty blogs following me here. Might add more in the future.
nerd!kuna clinging to you like the needy little bastard that he is.
fluff
sukuna’s glasses were always crooked, perpetually sliding down the bridge of his ridiculous nose because he refused to get them adjusted, choosing instead to aggressively shove them back up with his middle finger like some sort of aggressive anime antagonist who just calculated the exact trajectory of your downfall.
sukuna was, by all societal standards, an absolute menace to the public. he was the kind of guy who would look at a professor’s doctoral thesis, snort, and point out a formatting error in the bibliography just to watch the man’s soul leave his body. he had a tongue like a razor blade and an ego that could easily collapse under its own gravitational pull. people avoided him in the hallways like he was carrying a highly contagious strain of the bubonic plague.
but right now? right now, the terrifying, sharp-tongued academic tyrant was currently sitting on your bedroom floor, his massive frame folded into an impossibly small pretzel shape, looking up at you with the big, watery eyes of a golden retriever that had just been told it was banned from the couch forever.
“please,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a raspy, pathetic register that would have shocked his classmates into actual cardiac arrest. “just five more minutes. let me finish the chemistry module for you. you’re going to mess up the stoichiometry, i know you are, your brain literally short-circuits when there are more than three variables.”
you didn’t even look up from your phone, merely shifting your leg to lightly tap the tip of your fuzzy sock against his shoulder. “‘kuna. what did i say about insulting my cognitive abilities while begging for my attention?”
the reaction was instantaneous. a shudder ran through his entire spine, his shoulders dropping as if you had just physically drained the battery out of his system. it was honestly hilarious how fast the bravado evaporated. this man could argue a literal judge into a corner, yet one tiny, unimpressed glance from you turned him into a heap of useless mush.
“i wasn’t insulting you,” he scrambled to say, his hands twitching over his mechanical pencil. he looked so profoundly desperate, his hair messy where he’d been aggressively running his fingers through it all afternoon. “it’s a statistical fact. a data-driven observation. but i’ll stop. i’ll shut up. just don’t move your foot.”
heaven forbid he lose the absolute luxury of being your makeshift footrest.
people at school always whispered about how you survived being around him. they assumed he was some kind of overbearing, controlling brute who probably lectured you on astrophysics until your ears bled. little did they know, the reality was so sickeningly sweet it would give a dentist a stroke. sukuna didn’t boss you around; he lived to be bosses around by you. he was a certified, card-carrying servant to your every whim, completely paralyzed by the mere concept of your affection.
“i need a snack,” you announced casually, tossing your phone onto the mattress.
before the sentence had even fully cleared your lips, sukuna was already on his feet. he practically launched himself into the air like he’s programmed exclusively for your convenience. his chair scraped loudly against the floorboards, and his glasses flew off his face entirely, clattering onto your rug.
“i’ll get it,” he said breathlessly, completely ignoring his lack of vision as he squinted down at you. “what do you want? chips? those ridiculous yogurt with chocolate cereal that you like? i bought three packs of them yesterday because the grocery store had a sale and i calculated that your dopamine levels drop by twelve percent on thursdays.”
you stared at him, a slow, amused smile spreading across your face. “you’re staring at the wall, ‘kuna. your glasses are by your foot.”
he fumbled around blindly, his face flushing a spectacular, furious shade of crimson that extended all the way to the tips of his ears. once he shoved the frames back onto his face, he refused to meet your eyes, stubbornly looking at your pillows instead. “i knew that. i was testing the structural integrity of your wall.”
“sure you were. c’mere.”
the command was soft, barely a whisper, but it had the exact same effect as a leash being yanked. sukuna practically melted, his knees giving out as he dropped heavily onto the edge of your bed. the weight of him divoted the mattress, but he made himself as small as humanly possible, hovering just inches away from you like a moth resisting the urge to throw itself directly into a raging bonfire.
he was so ridiculously large compared to you, a towering wall of muscle and bad attitude that somehow shrank into a puddle of warm wax whenever you reached out. you wrapped your fingers around the collar of his oversized, slightly stained hoodies—he always smelled like old library books and expensive coffee—and pulled him down.
sukuna let out a pathetic, low whine in the back of his throat, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck. his nose nudged against your collarbone, his hot breath tickling your skin as he inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to memorize your exact molecular structure. his large hands hovered awkwardly in the air, trembling slightly, before he cautiously rested them on your waist, squeezing just enough to anchor himself but gentle enough that he might as well have been holding a piece of wet tissue paper.
“you’re warm,” he mumbled, his voice completely muffled by your skin. all the sarcasm, all the biting mockery he utilized as a shield against the rest of the world, was completely gone. he was just a boy who loved you so much it clearly physically pained him. “stay still. if you move, i’ll fail my coding assignment on purpose.”
“no you won’t. your academic perfectionism wouldn’t let you,” you teased, running your fingers through his soft, undercut hair.
he groaned, the sound vibrating directly against your chest. “then i’ll delete the professor’s database. don’t test me. i’m a desperate man.”
“you really are,” you laughed, tilting his chin up so you could look at him.
up close, without the glare of his laptop screen reflecting off his lenses, he looked incredibly soft. his eyelashes were thick, casting shadows over his sharp eyes that were currently wide and dilated, staring at your lips with a terrifying level of devotion. it was the kind of look that made your stomach do a backflip—a raw, unadulterated hunger that was entirely domestic. he looked at you the way an ancient astronomer might look at a newly discovered galaxy, completely awestruck and entirely out of his depth.
“can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. it was a question he asked a thousand times a day, always terrified that he was somehow overstepping, always needing that explicit confirmation that he was allowed to touch you.
“obviously, you idiot.”
sukuna might have been a disaster at small talk, but he possessed an terrifyingly precise memory, and he had memorized exactly how you liked to be kissed down to the millisecond. he tilted your head back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hip, his lips moving against yours with a slow, agonizing sweetness that made your toes curl. he tasted like the sweet tea you’d shared earlier, and he kissed you like you were the only source of oxygen left on a dying planet.
he pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing shallow. “i fuckin’ hate everyone else,” he whispered against your lips, a sudden, fierce rush of affection making his grip on your waist tighten. “they’re all so painfully stupid. but you... you’re perfect. it’s infuriating how much i need you to like me.”
“i do like you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down. “even when you’re a snob.”
“i’m not a snob, i’m just statistically superior to the general population,” he mumbled, though there was absolutely no bite to it as he eagerly met your lips again, completely surrendered to the absolute chaos of being entirely yours.
summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more
wc: 3.2k (next chapters will be much longer. I just wanted to set up the dynamic!)
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art by lorinmower
Ryomen Sukuna doesn't do relationships. He fucks who he wants and then acts as if he never knew the person. That was one of his two rules: always wear a condom and never fuck the same girl twice.
Until he met you. Nanami's adopted sister who came into his life and upended every standard he lived by.
It started the last week of his junior year of uni, his deep gutted interest in his frat brother's younger sister who was tossing back shots at their end of year party. You were just some random girl who caught his eye, hot as fuck in that tight short dress your boobs kept spilling out of.
You danced with random men that Sukuna had the sudden urge to punch, their slimy hands running along your thighs before lightly squeezing your ass. You look unfazed though slightly amused, relishing in the attention you were getting from those cuck losers.
"Who is that?" Sukuna all but growled at Gojo, snatching the drunk frat president by his collar and nodding his head toward you. After yelling what the fuck dude!, he followed Sukuna's line of sight and smirked knowingly. You were throwing your head back with a laugh, moving your hips in circular motions as some guy pulled you closer.
"Nanami's sister and she's off limits unless you have a death wish. Hot as fuck though right?" Since when did Nanami have a sister? Gojo chuckled at his friend's glare before he was being whisked away by the girl that was holding his hand, alcohol spilling from his red solo cup.
Sukuna could just go up to you, snatch you away from the man who looked like he couldn't possibly handle everything you were throwing his way and fuck you until the sun rose. Did he really want to involve himself with his friend's sister though? You were hot, sure, but it was nearly his last year of college and he'd rather not ruin that by losing a friend he basically considered his brother.
He had a terrible reputation of one night stands and ghosting. Gojo was drunk but he was right: Nanami would kill Sukuna if he treated you like a common whore. So he wouldn't. He'd woo you, tell you what you wanted to hear, make you feel like no other woman existed. He might even fuck you two times, which is more than he'd ever give any other woman.
Mind made up, Sukuna tosses back the rest of his drink before throwing it at the head of a random pledge and starts moving toward you. Only before he can actually reach you, some guy walked up to you and pulled you away.
Fuck. Sukuna can feel his anger flaring, always too quick to ‘crash out’ as Gojo puts it. But the night was still young so he would just have to try again later.
Later came at almost two in the morning and didn't pan out quite like he imagined. The party was dying down, men and women alike were passed out in the lawn with their faces covered in sharpie drawings, red cups were everywhere and Sukuna’s head felt like it was splitting in half. Needless to say, he was in a shit mood.
Even Satoru “never take life too serious” Gojo, looked like his patience had ran out as he kicked at people on the ground, yelling at them to ‘get the fuck up and get the fuck out’. Sukuna however, was past words, simply glaring at people with his hat backwards and arms crossed at his chest until they got the hint and scattered away.
He was pulling a new pledge up and away from the woman he was attempting to fuck on the living room couch and shoving him by his neck toward the back door. The sophomore understood immediately, grabbing a garbage bag and picking up cups and empty beer cans, mumbling about how he wasn’t a fucking new recruit but not too loud unless Sukuna heard him.
Sukuna only remembered he was supposed to be finding you when he bumped into a pissy drunk Nanami, knocked out by the pool with his legs hanging in the water and vomit next to his head. The blonde was hardly a drinker, so whenever he decided to indulge a bit, it was like keeping a toddler from offing themselves. Sukuna thought to just leave him there, maybe teach him a lesson about drinking more than he could handle.
But you would more than likely hate him if your brother accidentally drowned on his watch, and then he wouldn't be able to sleep with you. So begrudgingly, he hooked his arms under Nanami’s and pulled him until he was far enough from the pool, dropping him in the grass.
His patience was beyond worn thin once the house was cleared of non frat members and when he went back inside in hopes of finally laying down, he was fuming at the sight of some random bitch chugging water from his personal hydro flask, fridge wide open while they basically stood inside of it.
“Oi! The fuck are you doing touching my shit?” He was seeing red, not even realizing the person he was talking to was you until he was roughly turning you by the shoulder.
Your eyes were wide and apologetic, hands scrambling to put the top back on it while you mumbled apologies, water dripping down the side of your mouth. “Sorry! I didn't know-”
He glared and crossed his arms, attempting to swallow his rage when he realized this night could end on a good note..
“Hmm, you just drink from random water bottles? Shit could be laced y’know. Be more careful.” He relished in how you squirmed under his intense gaze but never took your eyes off of his, even if it annoyed him that you clearly lacked survival instincts. He wanted to lick the frown off your mouth.
“Calm down dude, it’s just water! Who are you anyways?” You pushed his leaning body away, disgust twisting in your features. Sukuna was beyond amused though, caging you against the fridge as he put both hands on the side of your head and leaned over you.
“Ryomen-”
“Sukuna?” You finished, eyes wide in surprise that you hadn't noticed him before. The uncommon pink hair, face tattoos, lip piercing, the looming height.
Sukuna raised a brow, smug grin on his face. “In the flesh. I know you from somewhere, beautiful? Don’t think I'd forget a face like yours.”
You chuckled, the confidence he saw in you earlier finally crawling to the surface as you stood a little taller, lifting your head to look at him better. You put your hand against his lower stomach and attempted to push him away but Sukuna didn’t budge, though the attempt was cute.
“Hmm, is that why you spent half the night staring at me from across the room like you were working up the nerve to say something to me?”
Sukuna actually laughed at that, throwing his head back before looking back at you with a small smile. He hadn't realized that you’d been watching him as closely as he was watching you and that made him want you even more.
“I don’t work up nerve for shit.”
You bit back a smile, a small giggle escaping and Sukuna’s chest clenched. Your eyes were hooded, your dress rising just a little and he was only a man. “Sure.”
“And if I was looking?”
“Then your game sucks since you never actually came over.”
A low laugh rumbled from his chest. The fucking he was going to give you would be biblical. He would make sure you found difficulty in walking, convince you to stay the night and then fuck you again when you woke.
“You got a habit of insulting strangers in their own homes?”
He shouldn't have been surprised when you responded immediately, your mouth almost as reckless as his. Sukuna thinks he’s met his match when your hand moves from his naval to his chest, manicured nails scratching lightly.
“Only the ones that yell at me over water.”
He squinted his eyes, moving one hand to squeeze your waist and pull you closer. “My water.”
“Your water.”
Neither of you moved or said anything. Just stared at each other as if in a silent battle. Sukuna’s thumb rubbing circles on your waist while your fingers were sprawled against his chest, biting your lips from the motion and doing a terrible fucking job at hiding the moan that instantly had him leaking precum.
“Maybe I should leave before you charge me for the water.” You whisper with a shaky breath as he starts lowering his head. He could see the goosebumps on your exposed shoulders, his entire body buzzing with pure lust.
“Or.. you could stay and make it up to me.” His lips were inches away from yours, breathing in the same air as you as he pulled your body flush against his. The pounding in his head was simmering, replaced by the pounding of his heart and the electric sparks flying between you two. The gravitational force pulling him closer and closer..
His lips were just above yours, hand moving from your waist to your chin, titling your head back. His lips nearly brushing against yours.
“Is that a pickup line?”
He hummed, letting his lips lightly touch yours. “Nah, just an invitation.”
“And if I said no?” You asked as you snaked your hand behind his head, lightly scratching his nape and Sukuna was gone, patience snapped.
He crashed his lips against yours, groaning and grinding against your body as you returned the kiss, arms tightening around his neck. His tongue danced with yours and he grabbed your hips and lifted you in the air, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. You both traded spit, his teeth biting into your lower lip and cock pushing desperately into your clothed cunt.
“Upstairs.” You panted when a random person whistled, pulling back for air but Sukuna was ravenous and captured your lips again before letting you down and pulling you toward the stairs, ignoring the many people staring and the warning headshake Gojo gave him.
When you made it to his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot and pulled you into his embrace again. Kissing and licking at your neck, sucking hard to leave a reminder of tonight. Pride and possessiveness were terrible things and the way you were moaning in his ear only served to strengthen those emotions.
Sukuna was completely feral, squeezing your breasts and rubbing his thumb over your nipples as he walked you backwards. He only pulled back when the back of your legs hit the mattress, gripping your chin and pulling you impossibly closer.
“You sure about this? I’m not gentle.” His left hand moved to your ass, sliding under the dress and cupping and squeezing. Sukuna was far from a touchy person but your body was singing to him, begging to be touched and who was he to deny that?
“Mhmm, I’m a big girl. I’m sure I can handle it.” You batted your eyes at him, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants and brushing against the happy trail that disappeared into his boxers. Sukuna felt his entire face heat up but before you could notice, he was ripping your dress over your head and pushing you back on the bed.
He towered over you, hand palming his hard cock over his pants, watching you wither on the bed beneath him. Your eyes were bright, glassy and full of need as you started running your hands over your body. Sukuna had no plans on making you wait, pulling his pants down and laying his body between your legs, grinding his covered cock into you. His lips attacked your neck before traveling down to your boobs, biting on the soft skin and licking over the spots to soothe the sting. He was sure to give each breast equally attention, leaving individual marks that were sure to bruise.
“No need for foreplay, my panties are thoroughly soaked.” You cried out as his fingers made contact with your clothed pussy. He smirked when he noticed you were being truthful. What a needy little slut Nanami’s sister was. He had been set on woo’ing you, not wanting to make you feel used and here you were, as big of a freak as he was.
“All for me?” He huffed out a laugh against your neck before sucking hard enough to leave another reminder of tonight, fingers pushing your panties to the side and sinking into you. You were so warm and wet, gummy walls contracting around his fingers as he pushed them deep and curled.
You were moaning and crying his name, singing beautiful lyrics of “ngghh sukuna, need you inside of me.” and, “oh fuck, how are your fingers so long?” and his favorite, “I love the way you touch me.” It made his head swell with smugness, and the sounds you were making? Sukuna thought it might ruin him, the heavy breathing and crude words coming from such sweet lips.
“Gonna fuck you real good, ya hear me? Need you to cum on my fingers first, don’t be shy baby.” His fingers pumped faster. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, watching your every expression to make sure he was hitting the right spots.
“Oh! Oh god yes, Sukuna- fuck that feels- uuhhh, so good.” Your hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and the pain had his dick growing impossibly harder.
“Come on sweetheart. You want me to make your little pussy cum, yeah? Fuck you’re so tight, gripping my fucking fingers like a virgin.”
He started rubbing his thumb against your clit, moving in circles and grinding his dick into the bed. Your body tensed, head thrown back as you squirted on his fingers, juices spraying his shirt and Sukuna was so gone.
He placed a few kisses on your mouth, calling you a good girl before sitting back on his legs and pulling your panties down, lifting your body to unclasp your bra and pushing you back down. He quickly stood to pull his boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Pre cum was leaking from the red tip and the way you were eyeing him with blown pupils and literal drool falling from the corners of your mouth, made him want to shove his dick down your throat but he had to feel you around his cock or he just might die.
“Wow. That’s- I don’t think-”
Sukuna laughed at the uncertainty in your voice, yanking your legs open and sliding his body over yours, his cock pushing at your entrance. “What? Where’s that confidence from earlier, hmm? Don’t act shy now. I'll take good care of you, baby.”
“You’re such a di- OH!” You cried as he slammed forward, almost bottoming out in one thrust and making your back arch off the bed, breasts pushing against his chest and Sukuna was going crazy.
You were so fucking tight, gripping his cock like you were afraid it would slip out and he was instantly addicted. You were so warm, so wet and he knew he would fuck you again. He would fuck you until he satiated this need that consumed him whole.
“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good little cock drunk slut.” He groaned embarrassingly loud but he was too dizzy with euphoria to reflect on it, too drunk on your pussy himself to have any kind of rational thoughts. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and his cock sank deeper, hitting that soft wall and pounding like a sex starved man.
The room was filled with the sounds of your mixed moans, skin slapping together and your wet pussy sloshing and squelching as Sukuna slammed into you without mercy. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue fighting with yours before he pulled back and spit into your parted lips as you moaned his name.
You didn’t miss a beat, swallowing his spit and moving your hips to fuck yourself against him. Sukuna thought he might be in love. “Harder! M’gonna cum again, please-”
You yelped as he flipped you, placing you on all fours before slamming back in. Only then did he realize he never put a fucking condom on but it was too late, he was already sliding back into you, head thrown back at the sensation of your raw pussy. He fucking hated condoms anyways.
“Yeah? Be careful what you ask for.” He gripped your hips with a brute force and started slamming into you with no warning. You yelled out and fell forward but he didn’t stop. He was pounding into you like you were nothing more than his own personal fleshlight, cock hitting all the right spots and stars were exploding behind your eyes.
“Ooohh Ryo- haaa, gonna cum again. Don’t- ngghhh- don’t stop!”
Sukuna couldn’t breathe, chest overwhelmingly tight with desire but he didn’t stop either. You felt too fucking good for that, so he ignored it and focused on the way his stomach was tightening everytime he dragged you back against his cock. His veins dragging against your squishy walls so good, he was reaching forward and pulling you up against his chest.
“Get over here, pretty.” He pulled your face to his and smashed his lips against yours, one hand holding onto your hip to keep you upright while the other worked against your dripping pussy. Pinching and rubbing at your clit with a speed that had tears leaking from your eyes as you started clenching around him.
Sukuna didn’t stop, moving his head to your neck and he fucked you faster, each thrust taking him deeper as his balls started tightening.
“Are you on birth control?” He asked even though he had decided long ago that he was gonna stuff you full of his cum and deal with the consequences later. He had never been this irresponsible but this is the man you had reduced him to.
“Yes! I’m so close, Ryo-” You were moaning like a pornstar and he almost came at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. A name he typically only allowed family to call him but he wasn’t about to correct you while he was balls deep inside of you.
“Give it to me baby. Fuck I’m gonna fill you, yeah? You want that?”
Sweat covered his body and pink strands stuck to his forehead, his red eyes blazing from the feeling of his impending orgasm.
He rubbed at your clit faster and bit down on your neck, a few seconds away from cumming when you squeezed his cock in beats, orgasm taking you under and pulling him with you.
You were shaking and crying out his name and Sukuna was shooting a massive load into you, pushing deep to make sure not one drop escaped. The groan he gave was guttural, his balls pulsing as he pumped you full, white cum painting your walls so fucking good.
“Fuck. That’s it, t-take my fucking cum like a good girl. Filling you so much baby-”
Sukuna didn’t know what was happening to his body but before he could catch his breath, his hips were snapping into you as you both fell forward, his hands holding your hips as he grinded deep into you, shooting an even bigger load into you as you writhed beneath him and he groaned loud and long.
He fucked you into the mattress as he rode out his second orgasm, mouth dropped open, hips twitching until he was left a panting mess above you. He pushed into you a few times, riding out his high and making certain his cum stayed where it belonged before kissing your shoulder and rolling onto the bed beside you.
He was so blissed out he didn’t even question it as he pulled your body into his, hardly giving himself time to breathe before he was wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck.
Sukuna had never slept as well as he did that night and to say he was disappointed to find you gone in the morning, would be an understatement.
He had no idea that he would be seeing a whole lot more of you in the very near future.
note: guys I promise the next chapters will be longer! but lemme know what you think, comments are always appreciated! <3
what do you do when you think a werewolf is stalking you? have sex with him, of course!
synopsis: you tried to live a normal life on your family's farm. until a werewolf bit you as a child and no one seems to believe you when the same one starts to follow you for years. branded an outsider and browbeaten towards an arranged marriage, you start to think that maybe you are going mad - until a certain werewolf shows up to wreak havoc again!
pairing: werewolf!sukuna x f!reader
wc: 8.0k
content: mdni, angst + smut, porn with plot, werewolf sex, he's hairy and has fuzzy ears + tail for it, unprotected piv sex, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, marking, biting, bonds, sukuna is lowk a yandere and VERY obsessed with reader, reader is an awkward loser, toxic family/environment, a sprinkle of violence against an asshole, kissing, oral sex (f!receiving), scratching, feral lovemaking, happy ending
a/n: the sukuna art is by @winterrbluess ! this was a super fun commission for the lovely @martianzmars <333
There were beasts in the woods.
Creatures the townsfolk whispered about in hushed tones out in the market, a tight hand on their children’s wrists to keep them tugged close as they ushered them back to the safety of their cottages. Monsters made into bedtime stories your mother warned you about before tucking you into sleep at night.
Stay on the trail. Never go out by yourself.
But hunger makes people do stupid things.
And you were no exception.
Just a clumsy child yourself, tumbling over roots and avoiding breaking any twigs as you snuck through the brush, going to check a trap you carefully crafted yourself after listening to your parents complain about not having any meat to preserve for the coming cold days. Not when all your livestock were going missing lately. Stolen or slaughtered by the predators lurking unseen.
They wouldn’t approve of you sneaking out in the woods, but if you brought back any animal, you were sure they’d forgive you for it. You were tired of being just another mouth to feed, something fragile to keep an eye on who’d yet to contribute much to the farm.
So you just huffed and held your tears in rather than start to bawl when you hit the rough forest floor and scraped your knees up, messing up the patched-together trousers your mother just mended last week, a hand-me-down that probably wouldn’t last to make it to another kid.
Biting your tongue as you made it past a familiar trove of trees, steeling your nerves with the thought that at least your trap was close – and then you heard it.
The whine of an animal.
Your hand reflexively reached for the battered hunting knife sheathed tucked in your pocket. You had to steal it from your father’s drawer this morning, but he should be too busy tending to the crops to notice your little theft.
Had it truly worked?
Did you really snag yourself an animal to bring home and brag about?
You swallowed hard, barely containing your anticipation as you struggled to stay silent the rest of the way. Too distracted in your own excitement to realize all the bugs and birds had gone quiet too.
Of course, even if you had, you still never would have considered the cause being what you caught. Who you caught.
Peeking beneath a branch to get a glimpse of your prize only to discover a pup.
And not the cute, fluffy kind the boy down gravel road had.
A werewolf pup. Somewhere between human and wolf, caught between two different forms and completely, totally feral.
With scraggly pink fur and searing red eyes, barking out a low growl at you as he struggled to get out of your trap. There was…something in there with him. A small animal you must’ve snagged before he tried to steal it, only tufts of brown and orange left of it and bits of bone.
But when you looked back at his face, the shape of his quivering mouth and the way his eyes widened with pure panic, you couldn’t help but feel awful for him. He was even smaller than you, scrawny and starving, his fingers trembling as he fought to break free.
“It’s okay,” you tried to soothe him, swallowing hard to quell your own fear. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
You pulled out your knife, moving slowly to not scare him as you showed him the blade. From what you’d pieced together from your parents late-night hushed conversations over the town’s werewolf problem, they were intelligent. Had families too. Made their homes in caves rather than out of wood and stone.
Was he your age? Maybe a year younger?
Did he have parents out there waiting for him to return to them like yours were?
“I’m just going to cut you free,” you half-whispered, careful to keep your tone even as you started to dismantle your own handiwork.
You didn’t know if he could understand you.
But his growling had turned into low huffs.
If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he was impatient.
You worked faster, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nervously stole glances back at the pup, hesitant to even think of him as a beast when he was so…scraggly? You’d always thought werewolves were vicious, too smart to get caught by a silly contraption like yours, strong enough to bust their way out of it if they did.
“Okay, there you-”
You didn’t even get to finish your sentence, the second he’d been released, that scraggly body of his was launching off the ground – and on top of you. Knocking you onto your back, all the air forced out of you as you let out a sharp gasp, trying to shove him off only to get the knife knocked out of your hand.
And your wrists pinned by your head just a moment later, his claws digging into your skin as his iron grip bit into your bones.
You were sobbing before he had even leaned in a little, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you squirmed and attempted to roll out from underneath him. “Pl-please don’t hurt me, I-I-”
Blubbering like a baby, shaking your head desperately as fear struck a dagger of its own straight through your core, primal terror setting in as you began to sweat. Your whole face felt wet, your lip wobbling as you tried to stammer out another desperate plea for your life, as you realized what a moron you were for having pity for him.
Starving dogs would always bite.
He was growling, barring sharp teeth as his canines glinted in the afternoon light, ready to sink into your throat and tear it out. You had a momentary surge of strength at the thought you really might die, managing to almost wrestle free as you screamed for your family, one hand slipping out of his grasp only for him to lunge forward, his teeth sinking into your wrist to stop you as a flash of white hot pain shot up your arm and-
Stopped?
His eyes snapped up to meet yours, squinting almost accusingly before the hurt morphed into a relaxing tingle, like your body was being bathed in warmth, shivering at the strange connection in his locked stare. All the apprehension disappearing, your anxieties melting as if you weren’t in danger, as if you weren’t surely seconds from death.
And then he was letting go, recoiling away from you like he tasted something rotten, nose scrunched up before he started to sniff the air.
Blood was dripping down your wrist, leaving red splotches on the plants beneath you as you scooted backwards, breathing hard and heavy as you debated on trying to make a run for it now, weighing the risk of if he’d pounce again. Feeling for where the knife landed, unable to bring yourself to break eye contact with him.
His mouth opened again, not in a snarl this time, but before he could bark or speak, there was the rustle of branches behind you, your parents calling out your name with worry in their voices. You glanced over your shoulder, just for a moment, but by the time you looked back, he was gone.
Disappeared deeper into the forest, into the safety of the thick brush.
Leaving you with a wounded wrist and a funny flutter in your chest as you stumbled to your feet after grabbing the knife, stumbling back towards the sound of your parents shouting for you.
You made it out of the woods with your life.
A story that got you scolded for years to come too, not to mention a scar that made the townsfolk sneer at you for doing something so foolish.
And a werewolf who just wouldn’t stop coming around.
Although, it had taken you until your teenage years to figure out that you were being stalked by the creature you made the mistake of saving as a child. You found his fur on your family’s porch, tufts of pink left behind in the mornings your family never seemed to notice. Scratch marks etched against the walls, grooves left in the wood from claws that were meant for slicing through flesh.
You caught glimpses of him. Sporadic at first, spread out between months and weeks. A flash of sharp teeth through the treeline. A phantom stare that seemed to constantly trail after you as you carefully kept your distance from the forest during the days while you tended to the farm. Hair pretty much perpetually raised on the back of your neck as you pretended you didn’t feel like you were being watched the second you walked outside.
The livestock had stopped disappearing, at least.
No more waking up to missing chickens or goats left with gashes strewn across the yard.
Your parents thought that all the werewolves in the area had moved somewhere else. Retreated deeper into the woods or somehow all slaughtered each other, victim to their own instincts, their own aggression.
You knew better. Kept waiting for the beast lurking and lingering around to…well, do something.
Not just watch.
You wondered if he was hoping for your guard to slip. If maybe he liked to play with his food before he scarfed it down.
Every time you’d step foot into the forest, he would seemingly be there. One hand on a silver dagger, not that you thought it would be much use if he’d been able to pin you down back when you were still bigger than him, especially now that he had a massive frame that lumbered between the trees, too big to be stealthy if he tried. Yet, not a single other person had seen him.
But you didn’t really have a choice. Someone had to collect herbs, had to get fresh water from the river, had to bring back branches and berries.
And no one believed your stories of the pink werewolf who just stood there and stared without ever attacking.
Everyone in town thought you were just a crybaby who called wolf.
“Stop staring and hang those clothes up,” your mother huffed, an elbow digging into your side snapping you out of your daze. Daydreaming about a world where they all listened to you instead of ignoring every word that left your mouth. “The neighbor’s boy will be by soon.”
Of course.
You wouldn’t be their problem much longer anyway.
Soon you’d be married off, sent to be the bride of the farmer’s eldest son next door. Most people married their daughters off the second they came of age, became adults who were too much of a burden to keep around, but your reputation had bought you a couple extra years.
No one wanted to wed a woman who weeped about creatures the rest of the folk were desperate to forget about.
Except for the boy with the bad temper you whispered to through the fence.
You had only started speaking to him a handful of months ago, back when you were hanging the sheets on the line and overheard a rustling sound through the rotting wooden planks separating your family’s land from the neighbor’s.
“Hello?” You called out, glancing over your shoulder anxiously, picturing a mass of pink on the other side. Considering the chance that you had gone crazy, cringing as you realized your paranoid mind might just be playing a trick on you. “Is someone-”
“Hello?” A man’s voice had echoed yours, equally uncertain. It came out all gruff, like someone was dragging a wooden rake over gravel, a rough rumble to it you automatically liked.
He didn’t try to sound smooth or honeyed. No pretending, nothing pretty or pompous.
And more important than anything else, real.
“Oh, um, my apologies,” you awkwardly cleared your throat, not sure what to say to him, belatedly realizing it had to be the boy your parents kept bringing up as a potential marriage prospect for you. “I just heard a noise and-”
“Did I scare you?”
“A little,” you admitted, laughing it off as you stared at the wood blocking him from your sight. “There’s a werewolf that roams around here.”
You waited for him to mock you for suggesting it. To dismiss your claim the same way everyone else did.
“Oh?”
He didn’t.
You informed your mother that night you wouldn’t mind marrying him after all.
And before long, you were confiding in him about everything. Sitting by the fence whether the weather was warm or cold, picking flowers while you poured out the years you’d spent looking over your shoulder, scared that you wouldn’t make it through another season.
He never told you your suspicions were stupid.
But he did tell you that if the werewolf hadn’t attacked you yet, there might be another reason it was there. Suggested one drizzly day that the object of your fear might actually be protecting you, that he could’ve scared off all the others that used to wreak havoc on your family’s farm.
You had never considered it before him.
But he made a point you were doing your best to talk yourself into believing.
It had helped calm some of your nerves. Turn your nightmares into something more…managable. They weren’t scary anymore, just, well, strange.
Your werewolf was still there.
But your body no longer tensed with terror when he came close and crouched low. Your heart still thrummed, pounding against your chest as you reached out a hand, but the beast who occupied so much of your brain had begun to let you pet him in the scenes it conjured up. Stroking his surprisingly soft fur as his mouth parted to purr, sharp teeth hidden behind his curled-up lips.
You had told your future fiancé about it, excitedly recounting the details as he gruffly hummed along. You asked about his dreams too, tried to return the favor he’d done you by easing your fears by getting to know him.
But he avoided that altogether, always redirecting the conversation back to your day. What you had for breakfast or what chores your family would be making you do later.
He didn’t flirt, never made any kind of crude suggestions of sneaking over the fence to spend the night — despite the rather unsavory reputation you heard he had around your village.
When you got close, your knees pressed to your chest while you rested your cheek against the wood, sometimes you could almost swear you felt some invisible string tying you to him. A natural pull you had a hard time resisting, reluctant to ever end the conversation or step away when your heart wanted to plant itself on the spot. Fingers itching to pry apart the boards so you could see his face, touch his skin.
You told yourself that it was a pretty fantasy.
Something your mind was weaving to keep yourself from actually going crazy from sheer loneliness.
Despite all of your stolen conversations, the minutes you snuck away to speak to him, you had never met him in person.
Until today.
You hurried to hang the clothes per your mother’s request, hands trembling as you worked and your head snapping over your shoulders as you hoped to hear his voice.
“Are you there?” You called out, aware that you’d look as crazy as everyone said you were if you got caught. It was a miracle in itself that you hadn’t before now.
But you didn’t get a reply.
Brief disappointment burned through you, but you shut it down.
Ignored the way it stung as you finished up, casting a wistful look back before returning to the house, stepping over trampled wild flowers and dying grass until you were climbing back up the stairs to your porch.
Your head hanging low, mulling over what you’d actually say when you got to see him.
“Ahem,” your mother cleared her throat, and your stare snapped up to find her waiting for you with-
Oh.
Your shallow disappointment immediately deepened into a lake you could drown you.
“Hi,” you breathed, struggling not to let your dismay show for the man in front of you. He wasn’t awful looking. No, he was attractive, you guessed, in his own way.
But he didn’t fit what you had in your head. He was too…clean? Normal?
His eyes weren’t filled with the warmth you dreamed they’d have. They were cold. Slipping over your frame cautiously, as if he was calculating what he should make of you.
You didn’t feel that tug towards him, no spark or gravity drawing you in. You didn’t feel anything for him.
“I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” he greeted, nodding as his stare dipped from your face to your chest.
He didn’t even sound the same either.
Could a piece of wood really change the quality of his voice that much?
“I’ll leave you two to it,” your mother chirped, disappearing back inside like she wouldn’t be watching through the window.
“You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know me,” you said once you were sure she at least wasn’t eavesdropping. Telling yourself that you were surely just overthinking everything, trying to claw back some comfort in your one safe person. “Speaking to you has often been the highlight of my days these last few months.”
He looked at you incredulously, mouth curling up in a sneer you’d seen so many times before.
It was the one you usually got in the market from the townsfolk who thought you were mad.
The delusional farmer’s daughter.
“We’ve never spoken before.”
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Would you be mad at him for murdering your fiancé?
Sukuna mused on how hard it would be to catch that imbecile off-guard and slice through his throat as the idiot scoffed and sneered at you.
He always knew it was a matter of time before you figured out your future groom wasn’t the man on the other side of the fence.
But he thought he had a little more time.
To warm you up a little more on the whole werewolf thing.
He heard the fear in your voice when you first talked about the pink beast stalking you through the woods without realizing it was the creature you were so terrified of that you were crying to.
It wasn’t like he wanted you to think he was a fucking creep.
But the longer he stayed away, the harder he fought and resisted the bond tying you to him, the more of a monster he became. Slowly becoming more animalistic, giving into the primal parts of him, pain scorching through every muscle and limb and threatening to melt his mind when he strayed too far from your side.
Werewolves needed their mates.
And you were his.
Bonded from the moment he bit you, his heart claimed to only beat for you from that day forward. Most werewolves had packs to keep them sane. Families they counted on to maintain their control on the monstrous parts of them that would go unchecked without that connection.
He had been an orphan. An abandoned pup who figured out how to survive on his own.
Lone werewolves, the ones like him, eventually became more wolf than man if they never found their other half to hold onto. Too aggressive to ever come close to someone that could tame them.
Sukuna had learned to make due with what he had.
You’d gotten good at avoiding him, running from him the second you caught so much as a glimpse, which honestly, was rather rude if you asked him.
Forced to creep up to your house at night, prowling around your porch to protect your farm from any other predators that might come sniffing around. Sleeping beneath your window at night just so he could stave off transforming into more of a beast, telling himself that he wasn’t being weird as long as he didn’t peek through to watch you dream and drift off in your bed.
He only ended up talking to you through the fence out of impulse.
Creeping along the other side of it to stay close to you and keep his instincts at bay, knowing those morons next door barely tended to their fields enough to notice him even during the day, caught off guard by the sound of your pretty voice calling out to him.
A single conversation was enough to have him hooked though.
And he was nothing if not addicted to the tiniest tidbits of your attention.
Desperate to feel the faintest warmth of your affection.
Sometimes, he was tempted to burst through the rotting wood, rip the whole fence down until he was face-to-face with you, shake your shoulders and beg you to see that it was him, that every part of him belonged to you.
Humans didn’t feel the bond the same way werewolves did, but he wanted to believe you could sense it too.
You had kept coming back.
And now you were standing on your front porch, frozen with a different type of fear that he could feel from here.
Your emotions seeping into his, curdling with his own shame for screwing everything up with you from the start.
He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he could tell you were stammering, your lips quivering just for the man in front of you to laugh. Reaching out to pat your head condescendingly before jutting a thumb back towards his own property.
Sukuna was silently begging you to shake your head.
To keep your feet firmly planted on your porch.
You were too soft. Too trusting.
The sort of girl that set him free. Let a wild wolf pup loose with no regard for your own safety. And apparently you never learned your lesson judging by the way you began following that fool back to his house.
Clueless that his own family had conveniently left it empty for him to have his way with his future bride.
Sukuna had listened to your complaints about the way you were treated by everyone else. How no one else ever seemed to see what you did. No one else cared to believe you when it was more convenient not to.
You had trusted him.
And now you were putting this faith in that man because he hadn’t told you the truth?
Sukuna knew what would happen if he let you go inside with him, snarling as his claws started to grow, the bones in his fists cracking and popping as they formed a fist, creeping just deep enough to not be spotted as he trailed after the two of you until you crossed over onto his property.
He kept hoping you’d turn around. Tell him that you weren’t sure this was a good idea.
But you didn’t.
Even if the look on your face was nothing short of sharp discomfort as you walked up a winding path to his house.
Shit.
Sukuna was really going to scare you this time, wasn’t he?
But he wasn’t just going to let you stay there alone with an even bigger predator.
One who wouldn’t hesitate to bruise your skin or make you bleed for his own pleasure.
He stepped out, his canines barred as his chest quickly began to rise and fall with heavy breaths, aware that there really might be no going back from this as he waited for just one of you to look back. But no, that asshole just slid his hand down the small of your back, attempting to grope your ass through your dress and ignoring the way you were recoiling from him as you tried to politely brush his arm off.
Rage ripped through him in one hot burst, spilling over and souring any chance of his sanity winning out.
Only half-monster this time, pink fur sticking out across his back as he lumbered forward. He didn’t have a real plan. Or any plan.
Just the deep-seeded instinct to protect you at any cost. To not let another man lay a finger on you.
Your husband-to-be never saw him coming.
Blood splattering across the grass as he hit the ground from just a shallow scratch, whining in pain like a baby before Sukuna delivered a swift kick to his skull.
It wasn’t particularly powerful, but he supposed humans really were just that much weaker given how fast it seemed to knock him out.
“Sorry,” he growled, glancing over to you, expecting you to scream at any second, give him away. But you were stuck in place, those big eyes that had haunted him in his memory for so long finally locked onto his. More tears welling up in them, your shoulders shivering as the explanation on his tongue died.
Your hand reflexively reached for your wrist, the scarred skin there still raised from where he’d clamped down on it as a child, and he flinched, guilt curdling in his stomach.
He hated that he hurt you. Hated that he was terrifying you now.
The bond burned, being so goddamn close to you, able to feel all your fear, all your messy emotions tangled and twisted together, your heart racing so fast he could hear the wild thumps as he tried to force his body to revert back to his most human form.
“He was going to hurt you,” Sukuna defended himself with a low growl, kicking his limp body on the ground for a second time, like it would make himself feel better. A man like that would only waste your life. Force you to work the fields for him, bear his children and still pretend you were the burden.
You blinked, sucking in a broken breath as you stared at him. The terror that had been radiating off of you fading faster than he expected as your pretty lips parted, as if you pieced together the rest of who he was on your own.
“You’re-” You started, unable to finish the sentence.
“I’m protecting you,” he grunted, before you could come to any other conclusion.
You’d given him this life. He was devoting it back to you.
“Why would you do that?” You whispered, unsure of whether or not to stay or sprint as far from him as you could. Your stare quickly shifted back to the body on the ground, biting your lip when you realized he was, unfortunately, still breathing.
“You’re my mate.”
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The werewolf you’d spent well over a decade running from had declared you were his mate – and the man you thought you’d marry was bleeding in the grass.
Great.
You were blinking back tears, torn between twisting away and taking a step closer. Your blurred vision started to clear as you hastily wiped away the damp streak from your cheeks, starting to see the werewolf in front of you as what he might have been this whole time.
Your protector.
Were you a moron that misread everything?
Maybe.
Or were you once again a fool about to fall for his trap?
He’d done it to you before, hadn’t he?
A small voice in your head suggested that you were thinking about it wrong. You had set him free. And now he was repaying that favor by saving you from spending the rest of your years chained to a stranger.
“What did you mean about him hurting me?” You tentatively asked, jaw tensing as you stole another peek at the man bleeding onto the already dead grass.
“You’re not that naive,” he scoffed, his mouth twitching when he looked too like he was tempted to kick him a third time.
Your mouth pressed together in a thin line, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you replayed the way he tried to grab you despite how derisively he laughed at you before. How he commented that he didn’t really care if you were crazy before glancing down at your cleavage.
But you had still walked with him anyway, starting to think that maybe you were losing it, that you were simply so lonely, you’d made up all those long conversations. Convinced that some jerk who just wanted you for your body was the best you’d be able to get.
“So it was you? This whole time?” You asked, trying to make the pieces fit together in your mind as you pictured him on the other side of that fence. Listening to you complain about him. “You never said-”
“Can you blame me?” He grunted, shrugging his massive shoulders up like it didn’t bother him.
“I called you a creep, like, a thousand times,” you pointed out, bottom lip quivering as you found yourself teetering on the verge of an apology you couldn’t decide if he deserved or not.
“Yeah,” he grimaced. “If I stay too far away from you, it’s hard to stay human.”
Your heart lurched.
Eyes lingering over him as you realized that he could almost pass for human.
Disarmed by how different he looked up close. His broad chest outlined with defined muscles, bulky and thick with scars and markings crisscrossed and etched deep into his tanned skin. There were sparse spots of fur that appeared to almost…shrink the longer he stood in front of you.
And not a scrap of clothing to cover his rather large cock.
You’d never seen one in person before. But you had overheard some of the girls gossiping about the men they were seeing in the market, comparing sizes to fruits and giggling about how they rarely seemed to make good use of them.
Were werewolves just more well endowed?
Heat coiled in your stomach, more enthralled than you should be as you got distracted by the shape of it, the way it curved a little to the left, a thick vein running along the side of it as your breath got stuck in your throat.
His tail wagged behind him as he stepped closer, something irritatingly familiar inside you instinctively aching to move towards him too.
That invisible string pulling tight, tensing up at the proximity of his presence, trying to draw you into his space as you felt what little resolve you had to resist him crumbling by the second.
You didn’t want to stay here.
Didn’t want to spend your life as the wife to an asshole or be the disappointment of a daughter your family treated you like.
You were already an outsider in your own village.
Why not give being a werewolf’s mate a try?
It wasn’t like your situation could get much worse.
“So,” you started, clearing your throat as you dragged your stare back up to his face. “What now?”
“Would you run away with me?”
In a strange way, his serious grumble felt romantic, his hand outstretched and all those sharp claws retracted waiting for yours as his red eyes pried apart and pierced through your soul.
Somewhere deep inside you, you knew that you were never going to say no.
That your path was always going to wind back to him one way or another the moment you slid your palm into his.
Still, you kind of thought he’d be taking you back to some poorly-constructed hut in the forest made out of twigs and branches – not an actual cottage of his own.
Buried deep within a twisted grove of trees tightly-spaced, tucked away far enough you doubted any hunters or folk from your village would ever discover it on their own.
It was old, vines sprawling over the walls, the thatched roof freshly-repaired as he pulled you through the front door. The inside was nice, a little small, but comfortable. Furniture mix-matched, most of it either roughly handcrafted or well, stolen, you supposed.
“This is yours?” You asked, stepping inside as he shut the wooden door behind both of you. Slipping off your shoes, not sure if that was considered polite or not in werewolf culture.
“Uh-huh,” he wryly nodded, not even glancing around when his gaze was focused solely on you. Looking at you sort of like you might be his next meal. “
“And I’m your mate?” You continued, mostly just wanting to hear him say it again. Confirm whatever this funny feeling inside you was. The connection that seemed to just intensify with each passing breath, each step he took closer.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, bridging the distance in just two long strides. He didn’t touch you. Not yet. Just let his calloused palm hover above your cheek like he was considering it – and using every ounce of his restraint not to cave in and caress you. “And I’m yours.”
“Do you want to be?” You swallowed hard, finding it hard to hold yourself back too. To not feel how firm his chest was, to not skim your fingers over his defined jaw. “Or is it just part of your werewolf-”
“I want to be,” he shook his head, like he didn’t even want you to entertain any other idea. “I want you. I think I’d want you even if we weren’t bonded.”
Enough to sit there and resist the bond between you for months while you whined and whispered about your boring life.
Enough to stop you from being sent off in an arranged marriage.
You got up on your tiptoes, letting your fingertips ghost over his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his in a timid kiss.
It was meant to be soft and slow.
But the second your mouth connected with his, it was like someone had set your skin on fire. Pleasure you hadn’t planned on racing through your limbs, across your body in one massive rush. Shuddering at how sensitive everything abruptly was, abruptly aware of the breeze in the air, the pressure of his hand as he grabbed your waist and pressed your body up against his.
As if it hurt for there to even be an inch between his chest and yours.
His tongue danced across your bottom lip, asking for entry you quickly granted, exploring your mouth with a flattering fervor.
Your thighs were already pressing together, warmth pooling as your walls clenched around nothing. But in between the heat, you felt a funny throb starting to build, begging for attention.
“W-what’s your name?” You asked, belatedly realizing you still didn’t know it.
“Sukuna,” he muttered, fingers sliding around to splay possessively over your spine, his steps guiding you back as he kissed you again.
His tongue slipped back in your mouth as his hand travelled over the rough fabric of your dress, pausing to tch at how it rubbed against your skin.
Sukuna was quick to pull it up over your head, throwing it down on the creaky wooden floorboards as he pushed open the door to his bedroom.
You had a brief flash of contemplation, wondering whether or not you were really about to offer your virtue up to the beast that had been haunting you for well over half your life.
But then you gave him another onceover, felt that fierce tingle travelling straight to your core, and you were committing to the animal inside you too.
He pinned you to his bed in a flash, although it looked more like a nest. A few of your clothing items, shawls and dresses that had gone missing over the last couple years you assumed your mother had thrown out were all bundled up on the surface along with a tattered blanket, the warmth of his own scent mixed with your sweeter one striking you the second your back hit the thin mattress.
“Are those-” Your voice died in your throat at how alarmingly cute the sheepish expression that crossed his face was.
“I’m sorry,” he begrudgingly grunted an apology, jaw tense as he paused on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, hesitating like you might slip out and make a break for it.
“What else did you steal?” You tried to tease, fingers loosely running over your old shawl close by.
“Nothing,” he grunted, not particularly believable as your lips curled up in a smile.
Was it morally questionable?
Yes, but when you’d wasted so long thinking that no one would ever like you, finding a man obsessed with you was too intoxicating for you to second guess it.
You leaned forward and kissed him again, trying to match the frenzy behind his lips, a fever of your own starting to make all your thoughts feel loose, fuzzy.
Limbs relaxing as your cunt started to ache, your fingers brushing through his soft hair, feeling his furry ears as his tail thwomped against the bed fast.
His cock was digging into your thigh, throbbing and twitching with every little move you made.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, moving down to leave a messy trail of kisses down your jaw, over your throat as he began to sniff you.
Sucking in deep inhales, grunting as he ran his tongue in sloppy circles over your nipples, lapping over your exposed skin with no real rhyme or reason. Skimming his teeth over the sensitive peaks, letting out lewd noises like he was the one being driven mad with his mouth.
Nipping at you lightly, travelling lower until he was hovering over your pussy.
“Jus’ need a taste,” he breathed, and before you could even fully spread your legs for him, his tongue was pushing inside you.
It felt like he was trying to devour you.
Lick up every single drop, dragging his tongue against your walls in messy strokes, dipping in-and-out at a mind-melting pace.
Nails clawing at anything on his bed for grip, gasping for air as he lifted your hips off the bed so he could dive even deeper.
None of the girls had ever talked about this.
His thick digits were digging deep into your thighs, keeping you there as he worked his tongue in and swirled it with a devotion you were struggling to handle.
You were losing it.
Unravelling at a rate you never expected, wiggling and whimpering at how good it felt. How right it was to run your fingers through his soft strands.
And despite it all, you were still greedy for more.
Aching for him to stuff you with something bigger than his tongue.
“P-please take me,” you whined, ruffling his hair as you peered down at his position between your soft thighs.
His dark eyes widened, pupils completely blown, just a thin ring of red left as he processed what you had said.
You didn’t take it back.
Lips parted as you sucked in a shallow breath, silently daring him to do it.
Before you blinked again, your thighs were being pressed up against your chest, squished and squeezed as he lined his leaking length up against your entrance.
“Yeah?” He huffed, eyes narrowing as he saw the sweat starting to drip down your forehead, the way your thighs tensed and trembled before he even slid in. “You want me too?”
“I do,” you nodded, feeling almost like you were making a vow you wouldn’t be able to take back as he pushed the first few inches in.
The pressure seared.
Your stomach twisting into knots as your walls desperately squeezed down around him. He had to go slow, not desperately rutting or shoving, just slowly sliding into your warmth, his saliva and your slick making it easier for him to enter.
“You’ve been keeping this from me this long?” He asked, his voice raw and reverberating through you as you found yourself looping your wrists around his neck. Thick tendons straining and flexing as he unclenched his jaw, your thighs straining from the way his fingers dug into your supple flesh.
“I thought you were going to eat me,” you argued, pouting as he tilted his head back, using every ounce of his focus when his cock slipped in deeper, starting to rub against all those sensitive spots you had a hard time reaching yourself.
Your own hand was nothing compared to him.
“I might,” he chuckled, low and gritty.
Tension thrumming thick in the air as you looked down and realized he still hadn’t bottomed out, your lips parting as you stared at the connection between your bodies.
That intoxicating tingle you’d felt when he kissed you back had returned, your body squeezing and clenching and…changing?
It finally struck you what was happening.
His cock was literally molding you around him.
The bond working its weird werewolf magic to make sure you’d be able to accommodate him not just comfortably, but pleasurably. So you wouldn’t be in pain as he pushed you to your limits.
“Is this normal?” You gasped, not sure if you should be grateful or freaked out as he slipped another thick inch in.
“You’re my first,” he shrugged, the lump in his throat bobbing like he was currently too preoccupied just by the way you were wrapped around him to think straight.
“And werewolves don’t have multiple mates?” You questioned, lips pursed as you felt his cock prod that soft, spongy place in the back, your back arching up off the bed just for him to press you right back down.
“You can’t be serious right now,” he froze, his cock twitching in time with his mouth.
“I’m just asking,” you frowned, but he was quick to fuck your pout off, pounding back into you as you saw something in his face shift.
Crack.
Coming undone as he struggled to slow down once he started, his pace just picking up as he kissed you to wipe away your silly assumptions.
“You’re it for me, got it?” He grunted, the taste of you on his tongue as he kissed you again.
How were you supposed to not fall for that?
Not turn to putty for him to play with when his calloused hand slipped down the inside of your thigh, the tantalizing tips of his claws lightly tracing over your skin to tease you.
Swirling the tip of his fingers over your clit, toying with the bud there too as he ruthlessly rutted into you like an animal in heat.
Was that all the two of you were now?
“M’sorry,” he moaned, his mouth right next to yours as you sucked in a broken breath. “I can’t hold back.”
“You don’t have to,” you whispered back, your voice all airy, half a pitch too high right as he rolled his hips forward, forcing the last few inches in. Your eyes rolled back in response, a whimper ripped from the back of your throat.
Perhaps you should’ve asked Sukuna to reign it in a little.
Because moments later, the base of his cock that already barely fit started to get bigger.
He was knotting you.
And somewhere in your lust-addled head, you liked it. A primal voice in the back of your brain begging to be bred.
For him to fill you up and never let you go.
“It’s-” You started, struggling to get any coherent words out when it didn’t feel like you had any room left in you for anything.
“Too much?” He grunted, starting to slip back out, to release you before it was too late.
But you pulled at his hair, squeezing your thighs and sorta wishing they were wrapped around his waist instead to stop him.
“No,” you spat out, straining to shake your head as he stalled there. “I need it.”
You needed him.
The idea of being apart, separated just a little suddenly seemed hellish, like it would be sheer torment to not feel the full force of him lodged inside of you.
His knot stretched you out, your nails raking mean scratches down his massive back as the base of his cock continued to swell. Unable to so much as squirm, stuck in place as he split you open on his thick length.
And truly?
You wouldn’t trade him for any farmer’s son.
Wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than here, in this cozy cottage being fucked stupid by a werewolf.
He might be a beast, but at least he was wholly yours.
His fingers returned to rubbing soothing circles over your swollen bud, coaxing you towards a climax as he staved off his own. Lips leaving kiss after kiss across your face, your thighs still held against your chest by his weight alone, folded and straining as he fit all of him inside of you.
“You don’t know how crazy you make me,” he growled into your throat, and you were starting to think you had an idea.
Infected with his intensity, itching for release as he dragged you to higher and higher peaks of pleasure.
Sukuna rocked into you hard and fast, those pointy teeth sinking just above your collarbone to claim you, hard enough that you were sure you’d bleed, but it just heightened the bliss still burning beneath your skin. Unlatching just to drag his tongue over it in warm licks, his sniffing not stopping even as he sucked and kissed the sore spot better.
“Make me wanna put pups in you,” he continued, half-delirious and drunk on you alone as his hips smacked rudely into your skin.
“Do it then,” you half-whispered, so close yourself as his thumb pressed down delectably over your clit, the thin string in the pit of your stomach holding you together ready to snap right there with him.
Sukuna’s head snapped up to you for just a second, the fading light of the day casting shadows across his face as he let out a ragged little laugh like you didn’t know what you were requesting of him.
He looked softer somehow, shoulders more relaxed, his thrusts slowing as he stared, becoming more steady as you felt blinding need warping what little sense of reason you had remaining.
You were digging at his shoulder blades, thighs trembling as you leaned up to kiss his throat this time, craving even more of him. Tearing at his skin as you started sucking on his collarbone, leaving lovebites that made him grit his teeth and groan your name while he fought the parts of him that made him so different from you to start with.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he hissed, barely holding on as you nodded along.
His fingers roughly massaged into you faster, to make sure you came right as he did, your body shaking as you broke down for him, pretty little stars splashing across your vision as you scrunched your eyes shut and probably left a fresh set of scratches across his skin, feeling him shudder and shake on top of you as he called out your name again.
You let out your moan, something that was supposed to sound like Sukuna but just came out strangled, too stuffed to really care about anything other than the size of him still filling you up so entirely.
Unable to move back or forward, feeling something wet on your face as the scent of sweat and sex and something sweet invaded your senses.
You let go of his shoulder blades, blinking a few times as you went to rest your arms over your head instead – just for him to snag your wrist and flip it around to examine the scar his old bite had left there.
“I guess I’m your problem forever now, hm?” You asked, the bond between you feeling a little less like a thin string and more like a heavy chain tying you to him.
Unbreakable.
“You’re not a problem,” he wryly muttered, not quite as amused as he tenderly dragged his thumb over the marred skin. “Just a brat.”
Like he wasn’t the one whose cum was plugged up inside you thanks to his still-throbbing knot. Keeping him locked in place as you blinked up at him with damp eyes, tears of pleasure streaked down your cheeks this time.
Sukuna cleared his throat, his pretty jaw tensing as he stared down at the narrow space between your bodies.
summary: sukuna has loved you since you were in high school, and when he finally gets his chance with you, four years after graduation, he's the perfect boyfriend.
he treats you like you're worth more than the entire world, devoted solely to you, committed to keeping you healthy and happy in his arms for all eternity.
if only he wasn't killing people behind your back.
word count: 8.3k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, dub-con in the later chapters, dark content, rough sex, yandere sukuna, obsession, stalking, murder, blood, gore, manipulation, deception, unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, cheating (reader cheats on her bf with sukuna), sukuna is awful in this but he's good to reader exclusively, fic takes place in the early 2000s, more tags to be added on a chapter by chapter basis!
a/n: I've been sitting on the plan for this for a while and I'm so excited to get into it! Hope you enjoy!
masterlist | ao3 | next chapter (coming soon!)
During your final year of high school, your boyfriend died at a party.
They never caught the guy who did it - he was long gone by the time Ryu’s body was discovered, mutilated in the garage of the poor party host.
He’d been practically ripped apart, torn to pieces by someone with deeply malicious intent. There was no explanation for the act, no note, no leads. Just the assumption, that either your boyfriend was caught up with something nasty that he’d never thought to divulge or, there was someone immensely sick living in your little town.
It haunted you for a long time afterwards.
You’d been the one to discover him - you and one other party-goer. The vision of him, his guts strewn about the place, ribs pulled out one by one, was something that would never leave your mind. Even now, four years later, you’d still occasionally see the image when you closed your eyes.
An unshifting feeling of guilt had followed you ever since that night, deep sorrow for the acts that you’d committed. You could never quite forgive yourself for the fact that, instead of being at his side throughout that party, you’d been holed up in the bathroom, letting another man fuck you over the sink.
If you’d been faithful, maybe he’d still be alive.
There’d been plenty of effort on your part to bury that thought via various different methods. You’d gone off to university, where you’d partied, gotten insanely drunk and fucked your fair share of guys in an attempt to drown your sorrows through hedonism. When that only seemed to make things worse, you’d isolated yourself from your peers, turned to support groups and therapy, hoping that you could let the whole thing go.
And to be fair to the tenacity of your therapist, while your guilt hadn’t disappeared, it had shrivelled up considerably in that time.
Enough that your heart no longer palpitated whenever you were back in your hometown - a blessing, considering that it looked like you’d be staying there for the foreseeable future.
You’d tried to get a job out in the city, but with the dire state of the employment market, you found yourself coming up empty handed. You couldn’t afford to stay in the little apartment that you’d rented out throughout university, leaving you no choice but to return to your childhood home.
There, at least you could be employed and earn a little bit of money for your future. Your father owned a construction business, and with various expansion efforts taking place on the outskirts of town, his company had been growing in size significantly. It meant that he was keen to have someone manage the more admin heavy tasks that he was struggling to keep up with.
While it wasn’t your calling, it sounded like fairly easy work and it would keep your dad happy. Besides, there was a part of you that was excited to move back to your hometown. Most of the people you’d known from school were still around, either in a similar situation to you, or having never attempted to leave in the first place.
Considering that you’d never really clicked with anyone at university, bar one guy that you were currently engaged in some sort of situationship with, you were excited to be back with people that you’d known for years.
Perhaps that would dispel some of the loneliness you’d been feeling. After years of guilt and isolation, it was time to start moving on.
“Everything going okay, sweetie? Need anything?” Your dad popped his head around the door of the trailer that served as his office. You’d been rapping your fingers on the wooden desk, staring blankly at the computer before you, waiting patiently for excel to start up. The machine looked like it had been made in the 80s, and it certainly operated like it.
“I’ll be all good once this thing cooperates.” You responded with a smile.
“Be nice to it and it’ll be nice to you!” He chuckled, as if the ancient technology was sentient in any manner. You nodded along all the same, knowing that he was being genuine. He wasn’t the most tech literate man, and honestly believed that these things could smell your fear.
A ridiculous, but endearing quality of his.
“I showed you how to make an accident report, right?” He continued, expression turning a little more serious. “One of my guys has hurt his hand. Nothing serious but we gotta write it up - think you can handle that, sweetie?”
You shrugged. How hard could it really be? All you had to do was open up a word template and fill out the questions accordingly before filing it away - any seven year old with two IT lessons under their belt could figure it out.
“Sure. What was the accident?”
“I’ll just send him in to explain, he should really be off the clock for today anyway.” Your father gave you a thankful smile before heading back out the door. It swung shut with a heavy creak, and you fidgeted with a pen for a few moments, staring at the digital clock on the desk as you waited for the worker to arrive.
You hoped that they were a quick talker - it was already 4pm, and you were meant to clock out at 5. Ideally you didn’t want to be here any later than absolutely necessary.
The door creaked open once more, and you barely raised your head. You didn’t have much interest in your father’s employees, most of them were on the older side, and had been working for your dad since you were a little girl. There was a limited amount of good work in town, and your dad offered one of the few places where a man could find steady employment.
Naively, you’d assumed that it would be one of those men entering the office. A pleasant old guy who had worked here long enough to remember you coming along for ‘bring your daughter to work’ days.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for the deep, familiar voice that sent tingles crawling up your spine.
“Well, well. Isn’t this a nice surprise.”
You blinked a couple of times as you looked up, voice failing you at the sight of the man towering over your desk. He’d grown even taller since the last time you’d seen him, if that was even possible. His pink hair was a little longer, still pushed back from his forehead as it always was. More tattoos had appeared on his tanned skin, the ones lining his face just as striking as ever.
The soft, involuntary gasp that fell from your lips was a little embarrassing, especially considering the way that his grin widened at the sound, sharp canines on display. His red eyes were alight with that same intensity that had always burned within them, that alluring gaze that always felt like it was stripping you down to nothing.
“Should’ve told me you were back in town,” he said, eyes dragging slowly up your figure, as if assessing all manner of ways you’d changed in the years since he’d last seen you.
“I- I’ve only just got back, a few days ago.”
It wasn’t a lie, you really only had been there a couple of days. That wasn’t exactly the reason that you hadn’t reached out though. You’d been avoiding him ever since the murder four years ago, guilt curling in your stomach at the mere thought of him. He’d been the one with you in the bathroom at that party, hands gripping your hips, buried to the hilt inside you.
While your poor boyfriend bled out in the garage below, Sukuna had been whispering filthy things in your ear, holding you like you belonged to him.
It was a mistake that you could never take back - a moment of lust, of frustration with your boyfriend, clouding your judgement into a single, awful decision.
“You working here now?” He asked with a tilt of his head, pulling out the chair opposite the desk and sitting down. His tongue swiped across his lip for a moment, the silver of his piercing glinting in the golden light streaming through the window.
You could still recall the feeling of that little metal ball against your pussy, sobbing softly as he teased it against your clit, fingers digging hard into your thighs, holding you still for him. You hated to admit that for every night you’d spent picturing your ex-boyfriend’s lifeless body, there was a night spent replaying that evening with Sukuna.
How pathetic.
“Something like that, yeah.” Your tone was cautious, not sure what to make of all this. You hadn’t expected Sukuna to be working for your dad, had almost expected him to have gotten out of town by now. Despite appearances, he was a smart guy - it wasn’t like some construction job in a dead end town was all he was capable of.
“Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.”
The statement hung heavy in the air, his eyes fixed on yours. It felt like a test, to see if you’d squirm beneath his statement that almost certainly held double meaning. This was how he’d spoken to you back in high school, greeting you with teasing lines that would never fail to make your heart race, to further your attraction for him.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Even now, your cheeks reddened ever so slightly, gaze dropping down to the desk in an attempt to escape the intensity of his eye contact.
“I guess so.”
You fell silent, not sure how to continue. It felt awkward, almost scary to be in his proximity again. There was still so much tension between the two of you, things left unsaid after that evening together. You’d slipped from his grip, lost in a sea of guilt, unwilling to face that night. The few times that Sukuna had reached out via text, you’d ghosted him.
He was a reminder of your sin, one that you wanted to wash away, no matter how much you ached for a repeat of how it felt to have his body pressed against yours.
It seemed like he was finding your reaction amusing, elation drawn across his handsome face. With the silence stretching on, he leant forward, planting his elbows on the desk. Your skin prickled as he drew closer, almost able to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. “So, aren’t you meant to be writing an injury report for me or something, sweetheart?”
Your mouth opened and then closed again, unsure as to whether you should object to the nickname. One one hand you were currently in some sort of relationship, even if it was a little fraught, and therefore shouldn’t abide by men calling you sweet names. On the other hand, you couldn’t deny the way that it built pressure in your gut, to hear the word drawled out in his deep voice.
“Oh, uh- yeah, one sec.”
You scrambled to pull up the report, goosebumps rising on your skin at the acute awareness of how closely he was watching you, a soft little smile curving his lips. The air in the room felt too close, charged by his presence. Trying your best to ignore it, you focussed on the document, filling in the parts that you already knew - the basic things like his name and date of birth.
It was only then that you turned back to him, heart stuttering at the sight of his smug expression. “What- what’s the nature of your injury?” You asked, after clearing your throat, reading the question word for word off the document.
Slowly, he turned his hand over, revealing his palm to you. You flinched back in surprise at the sight of a deep cut ravaging his tanned skin, blood still trickling from the open wound. He didn’t seem bothered by it, more amused by your shocked reaction.
“Fuck. my dad said it was nothing, that’s deep!”
Sukuna pursed his lips before shrugging. “There’s been worse. Some old dude’s arm got chopped off two weeks ago.”
“Still, we need to clean that up.” You urged, the tense atmosphere lightening a little now that you’d broken the initial barrier of awkwardness. Report forgotten for the moment, you rummaged around in the desk drawers until you found what you were looking for, pulling out a first aid kit.
He sat still, watching you eagerly as you looked through the kit, pulling out cleansing wipes and a roll of bandages. You didn’t hesitate to reach for his hand, his fingers warm beneath yours while you held him still. You made quick work of wiping up the blood, before wrapping a bandage firmly around his damaged palm.
You’d have to lecture your father later about taking better care of his employees. If you hadn’t been there what would’ve happened to Sukuna? Would he have just gone back to work as normal?
What happened to the guy who lost his arm?
“How did this even happen?” You asked, exasperated.
“Aw, you worried about me?” His palm was still outstretched on the table, even though you’d long since retracted your own hand.
“I’m worried about everyone working here if this kind of thing is normal.”
His grin didn’t waver, telling you that in his mind, it was the former. Regardless, he offered you the answer you’d been seeking. “Just some glass buried in the dirt, I didn’t see it before I was sticking my hand in there.”
Your gaze flicked back down to his hand, brow a little furrowed. You weren’t sure why he’d be doing that in the first place, and his hands were miraculously clean for someone who had been digging around in the mud, but you figured it was best not to pick him up on it. It wasn’t like you really understood the processes surrounding what went on around the worksite.
“You should be more careful.”
“When I’ve got a nice little angel in here ready to patch me up when things go wrong? Nah, I think I’ll be more reckless.” He sported a boyish grin, one that you were all too familiar with. It had been reflected in the mirror the last time you’d seen him, when he’d been all up in your guts.
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way his smile made your heart pound. It was wrong - you didn't deserve anything with Sukuna - that was your atonement for the cheating, for the betrayal of your boyfriend all those years ago.
Moving back to the computer, you typed out a quick description of the wound, followed by Sukuna’s short explanation of how it had happened. You then detailed the first aid that had been administered, before sending the document over to the printer to create two copies. Sukuna stayed silent through all of it, crimson eyes just watching as you headed over to collect the freshly printed reports.
You could feel the way that his eyes lingered on your ass as you walked, making little effort to hide his continuing desire for you. It was as though you hadn’t been gone for four years, like Sukuna had been keeping you in the front of his mind this whole time.
It was embarrassing how giddy the idea made you feel.
“Toji’s having a party at his place tonight, you should come,” Sukuna said.
Biting down on your lip, you hesitated. Partying had stopped being your scene a long time ago - after your first year at university you’d mostly just stayed holed up in your room. Parties came with too many reminders of what had happened to Ryu all those years ago, and you found that it was easier to avoid them altogether.
Besides, you weren’t sure that hanging around with Sukuna was the best course of action for you. Your history considered.
Sensing your hesitation, he continued. “It would be nice to catch up under better circumstances. Y’know, when I’m not bleeding out and all.” He held up his hand with a charming smile, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“I think you’ll be fine,” you said. “I’m a great doctor.”
“You are.” He agreed. “I think a really great doctor would come and check up on their patient later, to make sure the wound hasn’t reopened.”
It was a smooth line, that had always been the way that he operated. You were well aware of what he was doing - wise to the gentle, enticing, flirting that was so characteristically him. But it would be wrong to give in, even if you wanted to. Anything between you and Sukuna would always be marred by that fateful night.
Besides, you had your situationship to consider - even if Kashimo wasn’t technically your boyfriend, he still deserved some level of respect.
The rejection, the lie about being busy, had been sitting on the tip of your tongue when the creaky door to the trailer opened. Your dad stepped in with a kind smile, glancing between the two of you. “Everything all good in here?”
“Y-yep!” You stuttered over your words, cursing yourself. You hadn’t wanted your dad to sense any tension between the two of you, but the way that you fumbled as you handed Sukuna his copy of the accident report had your dad frowning.
You weren’t generally a flustered girl, usually very calm and collected. The flush that decorated your cheeks paired with Sukuna’s amused gaze clearly had some cogs turning in his head.
“Oh, do you guys know each other? You must be around the same age.”
“We went to school together,” Sukuna said, easily. “It’s nice to see each other actually, we haven't had the chance in the last few years.”
You nodded along, hoping that Sukuna wouldn’t divulge any further information than that. Your dad certainly didn’t need to know the intimacy with which you’d known each other. In fact, you were rather confident that your dad would hate the idea of you bringing home a guy like Sukuna. He’d always been eager for you to find a nice man with a good job.
“I was just inviting her along to a party actually. Loads of people she knew from school will be around, I bet they’d love to see her.”
Sukuna smirked at you as he spoke, like he’d picked up on your hesitation and had known exactly how to counter your uncertainty. To an outsider it all looked so innocent, just an old friend looking to encourage you to reconnect. To your father, there would be no hidden intentions behind the invite, no history to consider.
“Oh isn’t that nice!” Your father exclaimed with a bright smile, taking Sukuna’s bait easily. “You should definitely go, sweetie.”
He’d been worried about your apparent isolation throughout most of your university years, and didn’t want you moping around in your room now that you were back in town. To him, this probably sounded like the perfect opportunity to reconnect.
And you supposed it probably was.
You just needed to make sure that you didn’t do something you’d regret.
—
Toji lived in a nice house in the suburbs.
It didn’t really surprise you since his family had always been wealthy. They ran some sort of agriculture related business and had made millions from it. All of the Zenin kids went on to work there, no need to worry about university or getting their foot in the door somewhere - Naobito would take care of them all.
It had been Naobito’s house that Ryu’s murder had taken place in all those years ago, during a party that Naoya had been throwing. Apparently they’d sold up after that, moving into a new place across town. Naobito had been very publicly enraged about how the murder had damaged the value of their old house - a place that, for all intents and purposes, had previously been a lovely place to live.
Toji’s house was smaller than either of the Zenin mansions were, but still larger than most houses in town. The sound of music was blaring from within, a handful of people hanging around on the lawn, smoking and chatting. You didn’t recognise any of them, but Toji was a few years older than you, so you wouldn’t be surprised if they were classmates from his own school year.
Taking a deep breath, you made your way up the fancy driveway and through the front door, trying not to think too much about the last time you’d attended a party just like this one. It wasn’t like the same thing would happen again, it was narcissistic to believe that the murder had anything to do with you in the first place.
Even if your guilt wanted you to believe it.
Inside, you discovered a scene that wasn’t too unlike the parties you’d attended in high school - although, there was a lot less hiding where drinking alcohol was concerned. Some terrible skater anthems were blasting, seemingly courtesy of Toji’s buddy Choso, who had a DJ rig set up in one corner. Everyone was dancing and mingling, and you felt a mild panic wash through your body at the overwhelming number of people.
Especially because most faces seemed unfamiliar to you.
The fear dissipated at the sound of a familiar voice, a gleeful shriek of your name followed by the weight of being tackled into a bearhug. “I can’t believe you’re actually back!” Your senses were overwhelmed by the smell of some rosy smelling perfume and the light blonde hair of your attacker falling in the way of your eyes.
Yuki felt like she was squeezing the life out of you, making up for years of limited contact with a single hug that had you gasping by the time she finally released you. “Hey,” you said with a smile, eyeing her up. She looked gorgeous in a halterneck burgundy dress, her hair flowing freely around her shoulders.
She’d been one of your best friends in high school. The two of you had always been joined at the hip, along with Shoko, who was currently catching up to Yuki, trying not to spill her drink as she hurried over to you. “Hey girl!!” She was much more careful with the hug that followed, only wrapping one arm around you, aware that her plastic cup was too full to take the risk of hugging you properly.
“Didn’t think we’d be seeing you until Saturday!” Yuki said with a smile.
She and Shoko were the two people that you’d actively told about your return to town. While you’d drifted apart over the last four years, all off at your respective universities, you’d still called them every now and then to catch up, keeping each other updated with important life matters with regular texts.
Yuki had moved back to town permanently after university. She’d landed one of those cushy corporate jobs that lets you work from home four days a week, in which your main job is responding to emails for an obscene amount of money. She could certainly afford to live in the city, but she and Choso had been dating for about a year now, and he had no interest in leaving town.
Shoko was still going through medical school, attending a university a mere ten miles from your little town. Her mother had been sick when she was first going through the application process, and had therefore opted to select a school nearby. It meant that she could live at home, be with her mom, and save a load of money in the process.
It would be nice to have your little group back together, and you’d all planned to go and get your nails done together on Saturday, treat yourselves to a nice girl’s day out. You were certainly long overdue one - there was so much that you needed to bring them up to speed on.
“Yeah, I thought you weren’t big on parties these days?” Shoko enquired.
“I’m not, but I figured it would be nice to pop along and see some familiar faces.”
You really hoped they didn’t ask you who had actually invited you to the party. They both knew what had happened with Sukuna four years ago. They were part of an elite, private group that was aware of the truth. That group consisted only of the two of them, and your therapist. And, you supposed, anyone Sukuna might have told.
In their eyes Sukuna was bad news - they believed he’d manipulated you into sleeping with him and cheating on Ryu when you were in an emotionally volatile state. They weren’t technically wrong, but it didn’t account for how badly you’d also wanted Sukuna, how little he’d actually had to try to get you bent over in that bathroom.
You’d fantasized about Sukuna long before that night.
Either way, like true friends, they never accepted that any of the blame lay with you, and piled everything on Sukuna - and partially on Ryu for the part that he played in the situation, since he’d cheated on you first. Although blaming the latter was harder to justify considering the depressing end that he’d met.
It was easiest to just blame Sukuna. And for that reason, they’d been on Sukuna watch for a long time, ensuring that the two of you wouldn’t cross paths, warning you not to respond to him when you’d tell them about texts he’d sent to your phone.
They’d definitely be angry if they knew you’d come here because of him.
“Let me get you a drink,” Shoko said, “I’m pretty good at cocktails, you used to like mojitos right? I can make you one.”
“Oh, it’s fine, I can-”
“No, no, you guys head out to the garden, I’ll do it!”
Shoko scuttled off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving her drink in your hands while she went to make you a fresh one. You stared after her, a little perplexed by her insistence since you weren’t sure she’d ever gone to get a drink for you at a party before. For one panicked moment you wondered if the two of them thought you needed babysitting for your first home town party in years.
Yuki caught your confusion before your theories could evolve any further. “Utahime is in the kitchen, Shoko is down bad for her. She’s just looking for an excuse to go back in there.”
“Oh right!” You giggled softly. Shoko generally kept things like crushes close to her chest, and was likely doing everything she could to deny having any feelings towards your former classmate, but Yuki had always been far too astute to have such secrets kept from her.
“Anyway, most of the people we know are out in the garden.” Yuki grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd of bodies in the direction of the patio doors at the back of the house. “No idea who most of the people at this party are though! I think they work for Toji or something.”
Making your way outside, you were greeted with a beautifully manicured garden, set up with a lovely firepit in the middle, surrounded by an array of benches, crates and camping chairs for people to sit on. You couldn’t picture Toji labouring away outside, so you could only imagine that he had a gardener to keep things in such pristine shape.
Yuki led you over to the firepit, waving at various people that you’d known from school, parading you around like a trophy. You supposed that your presence was a novelty, since you’d been absent from any such gathering for a long time.
As she brought you around to the far side of the pit, you caught the eye of Sukuna, sitting in between Toji and Gojo. His gaze locked onto you immediately, a small smirk playing on his lips as he gave you a nod, raising his beer ever so slightly in greeting. Yuki gave you no window to respond, her grip on your hand firm as she ushered you past the man.
She didn’t want you to acknowledge his presence.
Even as Gojo stopped you with a bright smile, gushing over how long it had been, Yuki inserted herself in front of Sukuna, effectively shutting down any chance at conversation, giving you a few minutes to fill in Gojo on the last few years of your life before interrupting and dragging you away, claiming that she “deserved more of your time than any stupid boy.”
The two of you eventually found a seat on a crate a little further around the circle to where Sukuna was situated, next to Mei and Manami, who both seemed thrilled to see you. They hadn’t been your closest friends by any stretch of the imagination, but they’d both been in lots of your classes, and had shown plenty of support when Ryu died.
As such, you found yourself getting caught up in conversation with them for a while, attention only waning when Yuki started gossiping to Mei about some guy that they worked with, your mind starting to tune out the conversation, eyes drifting in the direction that you knew they shouldn’t.
Sukuna was already staring at you when you looked over at him, red eyes lighting up in amusement at your lack of resistance to his presence. Unnerved by being caught, you were quick to glance away, reminding yourself that your current kind of boyfriend, kind of friends-with-benefits, probably wouldn’t approve of you looking at or thinking about Sukuna in the way that you did.
You’d made the mistake with Ryu, you wouldn’t make it with Kashimo.
In a bid to avoid Sukuna’s gaze, your eyes drifted over to his left, where Toji was spread out on a camping chair, lounging in it like it was a throne. He’d always been the type of person that commanded a heavy atmosphere, confident in himself despite all his failings. He and Sukuna had much in common on that front, though you’d always found Sukuna much more palatable.
There was an intelligence to Sukuna that you couldn’t really see in Toji. You were certain that he was street smart, but his conversations tended to hold little weight. If you weren’t interested in discussing gambling or sex, he wasn’t interested in you.
Sitting pretty on his lap was Takako Uro, twirling her vibrant pink hair and slapping his shoulder as she giggled at some joke. The sound might as well have been nails dragging down a chalkboard as far as you were concerned, for she was decidedly not your favourite person.
She and her best friend, Yorozu, hadn’t been all that nice to you during high school, deciding for some reason that you were a decent target of ridicule. You were aware that jealousy had a big part to play in that, since Yorozu had always been down bad for Sukuna, who would never care to spare her a glance but seemed to have all the time in the world for you.
It led to plenty of instances of bullying - spreading rumors about you, leaving nasty notes in your locker, hiding your normal clothes after gym. For the most part you ignored it, rose above it even. You had good friends, and you knew that Uro and Yorozu would never take it too far for fear of how Yuki would deal with them if you were to tell your friend about their actions.
That didn’t stop Yorozu from sleeping from Ryu though, bragging about how he’d had her over the desk in an empty classroom, while you were still dating him. She’d said it loud enough for you to hear, turning to grin at you as she smashed your first relationship to pieces. Revenge for garnering interest from a man who wanted nothing to do with her.
That incident was why you’d been so angry at Ryu that night that he’d died, why you’d been so pliable to Sukuna’s advances in a manner that you wouldn’t usually be.
You supposed that in a way, you got the better of Yorozu in the end. She might’ve fucked your boyfriend, but all it did was drive you into the arms of the true object of her affection. Not very clever of her really.
“Ugh, gross,” Yuki said, wrinkling her nose as she followed your gaze, just in time to catch Toji sticking his tongue down Uro’s throat. “Thought she’d be less insufferable without her other half but somehow she’s worse now.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion and you glanced up at her. “Without her other half?”
“Yorozu.”
You shot her a blank look that told her you understood who she’d meant, but lacked the context to understand Yorozu’s absence.
“Oh you don’t know?” Yuki asked, a little surprised, as if you were missing out on common knowledge. “She skipped town after high school. Ran away in the middle of the night, just left some dumb note for her parents about how she was gonna go be a star. No one’s heard from her since.”
“Oh.”
You weren’t sure what else to say, mainly because you were trying to stop a massive grin from creeping across your face.
“Uro was devastated, all this crying and screaming about how Yorozu wouldn’t just ditch her like that. Doesn’t seem all that surprising to me though,” she said with a shrug. “Yorozu’s always been a bitch.”
You laughed softly, trying not to look too overjoyed that you wouldn’t have to worry about running into her ever again. It was a little spiteful, but a big part of you hoped that she never managed to become a star. In your mind she’d ended up in some nasty crack den somewhere before she even made it halfway to Hollywood.
Although, considering how panicky most people in the town had been following Ryu’s death, you were surprised that a simple note had been a valid enough explanation. “Did her parents not search for her?”
“Nah, Uro kicked up a whole fuss reporting her as a missing person and the police got involved, but Yorozu’s parents basically shot it all down. Apparently, she’d spouted off about this plan non-stop, so they told Uro to just let it go. Police didn’t find any signs of foul play.”
You hummed, eyes flicking back over to Sukuna for a moment, breath knocked from your lungs at the intensity with which his red eyes were fixed on you, crimson irises glowing in the light of the fire. You wondered if he was relieved that Yorozu was gone - she’d always stuck to him like glue no matter how hard he pushed her away.
The ugly thought jumped into your mind that you’d actually be happy if Yorozu had met the same fate as Ryu. She wasn’t the worst person to be wiped from the world. Not that you’d ever say such a thing aloud.
Considering some of the things Sukuna had said to her, you wouldn’t be surprised if he felt the same.
“Anyway, good riddance. Things have been nicer without her around,” Yuki said easily, taking a long sip of her drink.
“Yeah.” Your response was absent-minded, thoughts already drifting back to Sukuna - transfixed by the way that his thighs were spread so easily on the bench that he occupied, tattooed biceps on display in that blank tank that clung to him so perfectly. You should really stop staring, stop inviting any opportunity for interaction, but your body had always been a traitor when it came to him.
You’d hoped that your friends would draw your attention back to them. Shoko and Utahime had joined you, sitting together on their own bench and giggling away at something that Mei had said. Surrounded by people, it was harder to get caught up in that magnetic pull that Sukuna seemed to command over you.
And yet, as there was a call to play Spin the Bottle inside, one that your friends all jumped at, you found yourself declining. You had a boyfriend - that was the excuse that you gave, claiming that he wouldn’t like you kissing some other guy, and you’d rather stay out here in the fresh air anyway.
They’d tried to convince you for a few minutes before conceding, leaving you sitting on the crate, drink in hand, left practically alone. Almost everyone that had been sitting around the fire had gone inside, leaving only a handful of people dotted around. Most of them were strangers to you.
Except for one.
He wasted no time sidling up to you, taking a seat next to you on your little crate without so much as asking if it was okay.
“Looking kinda lonely over here.” His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand came to rest on the crate behind you, no doubt under the guise of maintaining balance, but you could feel the slight brush of his skin against your back.
You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, pretending your heart wasn’t racing. “I’m doing just fine.”
“Yeah? It's funny, the way you were looking at me made it seem like you wanted me to come over.”
You opened your mouth to bite back, to say that you wanted no such thing, but it would be a lie. You did want him to come over, you wanted him next to you, craved his attention. Even though you knew you shouldn’t, knew that anything with him would be built on bloodied foundations, it didn’t stop the desire.
If you were more religious, you might’ve considered Sukuna to be the devil himself - a manifestation of all your deepest temptations, built solely from sin. As such, you really shouldn’t keep giving into him.
And you were trying your best, really.
“You look good.” The compliment was easy, straightforward. It shouldn’t have made you flush as deeply as you did.
For a second, you almost forgot yourself, the response of so do you lingering on the tip of your tongue, only for you to force it back down your throat.
Instead, you did the responsible thing. “I- uh- have a boyfriend.”
The glimmer in his eyes dulled a little, smile faltering for such a miniscule second that you weren’t even sure it had happened at all. “A boyfriend?”
Boyfriend wasn’t really the right word, not from your side of things at least, but you were certain that if you referred to Kashimo as a situationship, Sukuna would disregard it as a whole. As far as he was concerned, if there was no actual relationship then you were fair game. In the case of Ryu, even that hadn’t stopped his advances.
Though he’d at least been more subtle, more careful, waiting for the perfect moment.
“Yeah, a boyfriend,” the words felt foreign in your mouth, too heavy, your heart unmoving for Kashimo in the way that it should be. Half of you even considered calling the whole thing quits and crawling onto Sukuna’s lap there and then.
But that wouldn’t be fair - not when Kashimo had been there for you unwaveringly. He was a good guy, the type of guy who’d take you out on cute little dates, supported you when your anxiety popped up from time to time, understood your trauma from Ryu’s death. He’d been patient around stuff like sex, taking things slow, always listening to whatever you wanted.
He was a good guy.
You knew that he wanted to be your boyfriend. You were the one standing in the way of any serious commitment. That had been the case with any man you’d met in the last four years, and you’d convinced yourself that it was a trauma response, that you were afraid of what had happened to Ryu happening to any other boyfriend you had.
In the depth of your soul you knew that wasn’t really the case.
The reality was, you compared every man that you met to Sukuna, and always found that they came up short. They didn’t ignite that fiery lust within your chest, didn’t fuck you like he did, didn’t make you feel giddy like he did.
“You sound enthralled by him.” Sukuna said, sarcasm heavy in his tone.
“I- it's steady.” The defence was pathetic and you both knew it.
It was steady, it was nice, safe. He was the type of guy who had a good job, who you could bring home to meet your parents without fear of what they might think.
Even if Sukuna did work for your dad, if you were to bring him home, you were certain your parents would hate it. They didn’t want you with someone like him, someone tough and volatile, someone who pushed you to cheat on your boyfriend.
They wanted you to be with someone like Kashimo. He was the exact type of guy that you should’ve wanted for yourself.
And yet there you were, right at Sukuna’s side, not quite shutting him down despite having plenty of reasons to.
“Sounds like he isn’t keeping you interested. I’m sure you wouldn’t run into that problem if you were with me,” Sukuna purred, a confident grin stretching across his handsome face.
Your eyes widened at how straightforward he was with his words, willing to lay out his intentions on the line. It was as though he’d spent a great deal of time considering what he’d missed out on all those years ago, and didn’t want to lose it again.
And you had to fight the impulse to nod your head and agree, because you were certain that you wouldn’t run into that problem if you were with him. But unfortunately that wasn’t all that dictated a relationship. And what kept you from Sukuna wasn’t really Kashimo - you were just using your current situationship as a convenient excuse.
“No.” You said with a shake of the head, turning him down despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “We killed someone, Sukuna. We don’t get to be together.”
He rolled his eyes, clearly displeased by your dramatic wording. “We didn’t kill anyone. Ryu would’ve died whether we were fucking in that bathroom or not. Trust me.”
It was probably true, you’d always known in your heart that it was probably true. Your therapist had made it abundantly clear to you that you should not be held responsible for his death. You’d already punished yourself plenty, that was what she’d said, at some point you had to forgive yourself.
And yet it felt impossible to fully push that feeling off your chest.
“I betrayed his trust. I don’t get to ride off into the sunset with the man I was cheating with while he’s laying six feet underground. That’s my punishment.”
Sukuna was staring at you like you were stupid, red eyes narrowed in disappointment. “Punishment from who? At this point you’re just punishing yourself, and me.” The hand he had positioned behind you moved, wrapping around your waist carefully. It was a test, to see if you’d push him away.
You didn’t.
“He was a piece of shit, he cheated on you, baby. Gonna live in regret because of a guy like that? Not sure why you were even dating him. You could’ve been with me the whole time.”
You nibbled on your lip, unhappy to hear such words coming from his mouth, trying to break down your walls. He said it like it had ever been that simple. You hadn’t understood the depth of Sukuna’s feelings before you’d gotten together with Ryu, and had assumed that all he’d really wanted was to play with you like he played with other girls.
What Ryu had shown you was something real, tangible. He’d been straight forward in his affection, asked you to be his girlfriend without any doubt surrounding where you stood with him. It wasn’t the confusion that you felt with Sukuna, never quite sure if you were the object of his affection or his prey.
“Maybe you should’ve learned how to use your words back then.”
He grinned at you. “I really think that would’ve taken away some of the fun.”
You rolled your eyes in disbelief. You certainly didn’t consider what had gone down between the two of you fun. You’d spent plenty of high school wondering, fantasising about Sukuna, wondering if his flirting was something legitimate. It had stressed you out to the point where your heart would go into overdrive whenever you’d see him, never quite sure where you stood.
When Ryu had asked you out, after experiencing nothing but vague flirting from Sukuna, you’d figured you’d take the opportunity. Everyone else you knew had done stuff with guys and you didn’t want to be left behind, didn’t want to be played with by a guy who wasn’t really interested.
Even having sex in the bathroom of that party wasn’t really fun, no matter how good it had felt. It was too corrupted by feelings of guilt for you to look back upon it fondly. Because even with your continuing lust for Sukuna, the emotion was never simple, always caught up with this big ball of insecurity and shame.
He was staring at you, pressing on when you offered no response, not even a hint of a smile at his comment. “I’m using my words now,” he said with a sigh. “I missed you, I want you. Is that straightforward enough for you?”
He leaned in closer to you, breath warm against your face. His arm tightened around your waist, and you could feel heat building between your thighs, memories of the feeling of his big hands gripping your hips all those years ago flooding your mind.
“We can go inside and I can show you just how much I missed you, make you forget about all of that Ryu shit - help you remember that before that fucker died, you were thinking about breaking up with him and dating me.”
That was true. You’d told him that the first time you’d fucked. Your fingers had been white with how tightly you were gripping the sink, breaths coming out in ragged gasps as you whined Sukuna’s name. Between thrusts you’d mumbled about how good he made you feel, how much bigger he was than Ryu, how you wished he was your boyfriend instead.
Of course, with the discovery that followed, your priorities had changed - you’d grown too disgusted with yourself to follow through on any of that, keeping yourself as far away from Sukuna as you could to stop yourself from facing how awful you were.
You still felt awful. But it was harder to shut him down when he was right next to you, his scent heavy in your nostrils. It was unfair how good he always smelt, how familiar. It had the power to draw you closer to him, eager to be wrapped in his scent.
He must’ve felt you lean into him ever so slightly, because he took it as permission, free hand moving to your chin and tilting it up ever so slightly. Your skin tingled under his fingers, eyes widening as you met his gaze.
“Such a pretty girl.”
He leaned in, and for a moment you let him, his lips grazing yours before you found the sense to push him away. You weren’t sure if it was your ongoing guilt from the situation with Ryu or if it was out of loyalty to Kashimo, but you knew that doing anything with Sukuna wasn’t right.
Not right now.
“I have a boyfriend.” You reminded him finally, shuffling away from his arm. His face fell at being thwarted by that line for the second time that night.
“Its not like that stopped you before.”
Your mouth opened in shock, staring at him in disbelief. Even if he was right, the audacity to state that so plainly made you feel sick. How could he not feel bad about what had transpired? Could he not see how guilt-ridden you were over that one mistake?
“That was the worst thing I’ve ever done,” you said, bitterly. “If I could go back and undo it, I would.”
You didn’t divulge the fact that you might’ve done some other things differently too - might’ve chosen Sukuna over your boyfriend in the first place, broken up with the guy when you first felt things getting stale. You’d strung him along because you were too scared to hurt his feelings, fucked Sukuna because you’d wanted him for months and couldn’t ignore you impulses any longer.
It wasn’t surprising that Ryu had fucked Yorozu when you’d been so distant with him ahead of the incident, your mind too fixed on someone else.
Because you were awful.
Every choice you’d chosen had been the wrong one, and you weren’t going to let history repeat itself. Any chance for love with Sukuna had been thoroughly fucked up by the events of that fateful night, it would always be corrupted by it.
If you chose him, you’d be living with your sin, affirming it to be correct. That just wasn’t possible.
“Yeah?” He asked with a purr, seemingly unphased. “Because you’re looking at me like you’d crumble and let me fuck you in the bathroom again if I so much as touched you.”
Your mouth opened to reject his words, to tell him that he was dead wrong. But that flutter of butterflies made itself known in your stomach and you knew that you were about thirty seconds of convincing away from folding.
It was pathetic, you were so pathetic.
You needed to leave.
“Fuck you,” you just about managed to hiss, the weight of your words completely lost. You both knew there was no spite behind it, both knew that he was right. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted in high school, hadn’t had the chance to pull you into his grip.
He wasn’t the type of man to fail twice.
It was just a matter of time.
a/n: hope you enjoyed this first chapter! this one is very much a set up for the juicy stuff that's coming, I can't wait to share the next few chapters with you all because sukuna is both needy and unhinged (and you'll be getting his pov next chapter!)
thank you for the support, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! <3
“i hate how lovey-dovey your disgusting boyfriend gets when he spots you in a crowd.” shoko huffed, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as her lips curled in mild disgust.
“what do you mean?” you asked.
“well,” she shrugged, tapping ash off lazily, “he walks around with this whole terrifying aura like he’s seconds away from ripping someone apart just for breathing wrong. the kind of look that screams ‘i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.’”
she glanced at you sideways, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“but the second he finds you?” she added, voice dropping with amusement, “it’s like a switch flips.”
shoko’s words lingered in your mind for days after that conversation, replaying over and over.
so when you and sukuna made plans to go to the cinema (and for once, he didn’t argue or override your choice of movie) you found yourself thinking about it again.
you stood in the crowded lobby, surrounded by a restless sea of people waiting for the theater doors to open. the air buzzed with chatter, the scent of popcorn thick and buttery, lights reflecting off polished floors. yet none of it held your attention. your eyes stayed locked on the entrance, anticipating the moment a certain tall, pink-haired menace would stroll in like he owned the place.
your heart picked up just a little, curiosity bubbling under your skin.
and soon enough, a familiar tuft of pink hair slipped into your vision, and your breath caught just a little as you focused on him.
the moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately began searching, sharp and restless. a small frown sat on his face, brows drawn together in concentration, hands tucked into his pockets as he turned his head, scanning the crowd like nothing else in the room mattered.
someone bumped into him on the way, a girl mumbling a rushed apology but he didn’t even react. not a glance, not a pause. she lingered for a second, clearly taken aback at his looks before walking off.
his gaze really did scream “i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.”
he moved further in, slow and deliberate, eyes still sweeping over every face until they passed over you. paused. and then snapped back.
for a brief second, he just stared, like his mind needed that extra moment to catch up that it was you.
you watched it happen right in front of you: the shift.
his steps faltered slightly, shoulders easing as if some invisible weight had slipped off them. the tension that clung to him softened, just a little, just enough to notice. a quiet exhale leaving him, almost relieved.
and even though his brows were still faintly furrowed there was something warmer there now. something softer.
something that was only ever meant for you.
“there you are,” you murmured, a soft, almost giddy smile tugging at your lips now that you’d seen it for yourself. your fingers curled lightly around his sleeve. “was looking for you.”
“were you?” he hummed, voice low, like he didn’t quite believe you. he dipped his head just enough to press a brief kiss to your hair, lingering for half a second longer than necessary before his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “could’ve fooled me.”
“mm,” you glanced up at him, smile turning a little smug, “maybe not as much as you were looking for me.”
your hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans, giving a small, teasing squeeze. “you looked ready to fight someone.”
he clicked his tongue, eyes flicking down at you with a warning look that didn’t quite land, not when his grip on your waist tightened just slightly.
“watch it,” he muttered, though there was no real bite behind it. still, he didn’t move your hand away as he guiding you toward the snack counter, keeping you tucked close to his side like it was instinct. “get whatever you want for the film.”
he pulled out his credit card without a second thought, barely glancing at the menu. “consider it compensation for making me sit through your pick.” the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
“you literally agreed,” you pointed out, nudging him with your shoulder.
“yeah,” he scoffed lightly, eyes softening when they landed on you again, "because it’s you.”
very short n shitty but i just got a idea so i barfed it out.... sadly i think i'm consumed not only by writers block but art block WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
overview: emperor!sukuna who plays favourites with his concubines, finds out that someone else is taking care of the ones he’s neglecting. a late night stroll uncovers the culprit as one of his lower ranking mistresses and he’s fuming…and maybe a little jealous too?
cw: mdni, trueform sukuna, smut, emperor x concubine, voyeurism, self indulgent reader, some wlw action, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), riding his stomach mouth…mouth stomach idk, hands free orgasm (m), cowgirl, very light blood play, begging, light choking, 4.8k words
inspired by a drabble I lost half way through :(
Patience was a virtue.
And unfortunately, Ryomen Sukuna didn’t have any to speak of.
He expanded his territories indiscriminately, seizing neighbouring empires that took a little too long to agree to his terms at the drop of a hat. Men who refused surrender were reduced to bloody pulps, and rulers beheaded faster than they could open their mouths and ask for forgiveness for making him wait too long.
The only time Sukuna showed a morsel of patience was with his concubines, and even that was wearing thin lately.
It seemed there was an unexpected infestation of vermin in his palace. A skittery little mouse was roaming all over the place, and while it started off by taking small nips at his patience, it has now made itself at home. Overcome by gluttony, it overindulges and swallows his benevolence whole. And even when it has more than enough, it goes on to chip away at his most prized possession.
His concubines.
Contrary to popular belief, all of them came to him willingly, and they all knew that they were allowed to leave anytime they wanted. Some women came from impoverished kingdoms, where monarchs took most of their subjects’ money and prettily dressed up their corruption as ‘tax’. These women figured living in a palace with an abundance of food and clothing was better than a rickety shack that threatened to blow away with every thunderstorm. Others came from foreign lands, drawn in by whispers of an emperor in the east, who spoiled his women rotten with all his riches. A good handful even were royal and noblewomen who fled their kingdoms to escape forced marriages with men who were often four times their age.
Harem standing at a whopping five hundred and fifty-five women, Sukuna was self-aware enough to know that some wouldn’t be interested in him. While all came willingly, some seemed perfectly content with enjoying all the luxuries being his concubine offered without ever having to be in the same room as him. This hardly offended the emperor because, truth be told, he had favourites too, and it didn’t matter how much stamina he had, trying to get through five hundred women would’ve sent him to an early grave with his cheeks sunken in from exhaustion.
The only rule he had was that he expected all the concubines to be loyal. The irony of that rule wasn’t lost on him, but he was a possessive fucker, and he knew he would kill whoever touched what was his in the blink of an eye.
Or so he thought he would.
Fending off too many mosquitoes to count, Sukuna decided to take a late-night walk to clear his head. His physician told him it would help him clear his mind and relax, but after missing the pesky insects one too many times and smacking himself all over, he decides this isn’t for him.
When he finds himself stalking through the Rose Palace, he slows down to stare at the pristine white building with intricate red accents all over. This palace housed the lower-ranking concubines, some of whom he had only met once, if at all, and he realised it had been a while since his last visit. Knocking himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, Sukuna turns to walk back the way he came. Relaxation be damned, he couldn’t afford to deal with more of these mosquitoes and get lost too.
But his sharp ears pick up on a sound that has him freezing in his tracks. It is so late that the courts are empty and all the women are fast asleep in all their quarters. So, hearing a fervent curse whispered into the night, low and pleasure-filled, followed by the moan of a name, is shocking. Head tilting, Sukuna’s legs have him turning towards the sound instead of leaving, doubling back to a room just at the end of the row. The window is open, and through the slip between the curtains, he sees it.
The indisputable entanglement of two women pressed together in a messy web of soft legs and wandering hands. Their chests are plastered together so tightly that not even the thinnest sheet of paper could hope to wedge in between them. One woman is completely naked, and while she looks like a dreamy vision as moonlight falls over her skin and marks a white outline around her silhouette, Sukuna’s scarlet gaze shoots to the other woman instead. You.
Clad in a silky nightgown, your hair falls over your shoulders, curls and waves kissing along your collarbone almost as feverishly as the woman on your lap pecks at every sliver of skin she can get to. You have an arm looped around the woman’s slim waist, keeping her on your lap, and you watch her through low-lidded lashes while she grinds down on your fingers. She whispers a name, presumably yours, and Sukuna would have found it pretty if the sight before him didn’t fill him with unimaginable rage.
It seems he has just found the vermin that has been running amok.
The woman moans unintelligibly, and you capture her lips in a heated kiss before pulling back to whisper, “You can say it, Emika. No one’s gonna hear you.”
Oh, he begs to differ.
“Yours.” The woman, Emika, whimpers with her mouth gaping and hips picking up to buck into your hand faster.
“Hmm?”
“I—I’m yours.”
Emika’s words are uttered with her right on the precipice of an orgasm, and a better man would have left a long time ago, but unfortunately for her, that wasn’t Sukuna. So, with two long strides, he’s at the door, and a burly arm shoots up to land a heavy blow against the flimsy block of wood. There’s a shrill scream when the door swings open, and it bangs against the wall in a loud crackle, just shy of falling right off its hinges.
Sukuna steps over the threshold, and he watches as the brunette woman’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. She grabs a nearby blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her body with trembling hands before coming to kneel at his feet.
Or at least Sukuna thinks that’s what she does, because since he walked into the room, his blood-slick eyes haven’t left yours. You’re still sitting prettily on the bed. Arms propped out behind you and the thin strap of your nightgown falls off your shoulder, teasing the curve of your breast, as you meet his gaze head-on.
The longer he stares, the more the infuriatingly alluring smirk on your lips broadens. That look is enough for him to know who the guilty party is here.
“Your majesty.” Sukuna startles a little, as if he forgot the other woman was still there, and he finally glances down at her. At complete odds with you lounging on the bed, Emika’s head nearly touches the floor with how far she bows. “We weren’t expecting you.”
I bet. He mentally grouses.
“Am I interrupting something?” Sukuna sees the woman shudder, as if bearing the weight of the heavy baritone in his voice was too difficult a task.
“No! Not at all. We were just uh—” she allows herself to meet his stare for half a second before glancing away again. “Just talking.”
A snicker sounds from the four-poster bed, and Emika whips her head to the side, lips thinning like she’s ordering you to be quiet.
“Talking? With your clothes off?”
She turns back to the emperor, and her face is flushed bright red. “I erm…we—”
“Get out.”
Emika jerks like she has just been electrocuted, but stands up, nonetheless. She takes a few steps to the door, then, as if remembering something, turns towards you and softly calls out your name, as if urging you to follow her, but Sukuna merely shakes his head.
“No, just you.”
There’s no movement, and with a glance over his shoulder, he sees the young woman frozen on the spot with her lips pursed as if she might stand her ground, but with a warning flash of his ruby reds, she is hobbling out the door like a kicked dog. Sukuna’s eyes meet yours again, and you finally pull the gown down your legs to hide supple bits of skin that both sets of his traitorous eyes lapped away at.
“Your majesty.” You greet with a slight incline of your head, moving as if you were going to approach him, but choose to sit at the edge of the bed at the last minute. The lack of deference has him bristling.
“You aren’t bowing.”
“Weak knees. My humblest apologies.” You explain half-heartedly, and when you cross your legs, he once again has to wrench his eyes off their smooth expanse and back to your face. Sukuna definitely hadn’t met you yet. Sometimes he received brief descriptions of potential concubines, and he would wave them off before going back to his work. After all, it wasn’t like he would acquaint himself with every single one of them.
But perhaps if he had paid more attention during your arrival, he would’ve caught you before you had made yourself so…comfortable.
Remembering your name from Emika, he drawls it out, tests it on his tongue like it was an unfamiliar taste of exotic wine, and he was trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Being called by name makes you perk up a little.
“Do you mind explaining what I just walked in on?” You don’t answer right away, and it makes the last bit of his patience dry up, words now coming out as a low growl. “I asked you a question.”
“I heard you.” While he’s barely keeping his temper at bay, you’re completely calm and play with the threads that came loose from the bedding, as if they were more interesting than the entire conversation was. More interesting than he was. “I was just wondering how much detail you would like me to go into.”
The side of Sukuna’s face scrunches, and at his sides, all twenty fingers almost follow the movement, nearly balling into fists. But with how calm you were, he decides he could not be the one to break and lose his temper first. He takes a step closer to you, and finally, he sees the corners of your eyes crinkle as you narrow your eyes at him the tiniest bit.
So, you did have some self-preservation.
“When I first heard the rumours that someone was bedding my women, I thought it was one of my soldiers or maybe a cook. Hell, it could have even been a eunuch who had somehow evaded castration, but it’s you, isn’t it?” Your back straightens when he stops a few paces away from you, and yes, he knew for sure that it was you. “What makes you think you can take my women?”
Your lips purse for a moment, eyes shifting to and fro as you look for a good answer to give him. Then…“May I speak freely for the remainder of this conversation, your majesty?”
That elicits a sharp cackle from him.
“Why bother asking? You never needed my permission to do anything before.” You only arched an eyebrow at him, as if he were a toddler whose tantrum you were waiting out. “Speak.”
Your hair bounced as you readjusted on the bed, and without even knowing you, Sukuna could tell from the condescending gleam in your eyes that he wasn’t going to like what you were about to say.
“You have half a thousand concubines and only pay attention to a select few, twenty on a good day. It’s hardly fair that the rest of us are expected to stay celibate just because you can’t keep up.”
What.
“Excuse me?”
“The way I see it,” you continue as if he hasn’t spoken. “You should be thanking me for keeping the ladies entertained in your stead.”
“Thank you?” he splutters with his voice the highest it’s ever been.
“You’re welcome.”
Something between a laugh and a scoff comes from his chest, half incensed, half disbelieving as he turns his back to you. Hands go to rake over his face, passing over the hardened casing that covered the right side. A moment passed as he gathered himself, then, when he was sure he wouldn’t throttle you, he turned around again.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to come into my house, break my one rule, then tell me I should be thanking you for it.” His words wipe the shit-eating grin off your face. “All the women know that if they’re unhappy, they can leave at anytime. I’m not forcing anyone to be here!”
“You know full well that most of them can’t go back to the conditions they lived in before!” Had anyone else raised their voice at him, they would have been cut down where they stood. But Sukuna is so thrilled that you are showing an emotion other than cool indifference, he barely pays it any mind. You stand from the bed and approach him with agility that tells him you in fact, did not have weak knees.
“You live in my house. In my kingdom,” eyes red hot as a blazing sun, sneered down at you as if they were promising to burn you to a crisp. “You follow my rules.”
Glossy lips purse as you stare up at him for a few long moments. Then that carefully blank curtain falls over your face again. “Fine. Then I should like to leave.”
You turned towards your vanity, and Sukuna only saw the piece of paper lying on it now. “I was going to hand in my resignation letter later this week, but seeing that you’re already here—”
“No.”
Feet faltering, you pause, and your shoulders work when you take a deep breath before turning around.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I won’t sign it.” Sharp canines glint as he gives you a sardonic smile.
“But you just said we could leave whenever we wanted.”
“I said my concubines could leave whenever they wanted.” The distance between the two of you closes again, and he isn’t sure who stepped closer this time. “You are a thief.”
“A thief?” You sputtered with your brows raised so high they nearly touched your hairline. “With all due respect your majesty, you have a nasty habit of making these women sound like possessions rather than people.”
“They’re mine.” He says, not even denying your comment, and when you scowl, he has to crane his head down so he can get in your face. “You think you can come into my house, eat my food, wear clothes bought with my money,” he lifts his hand, and a sharp nail catches the strap of your nightgown where it hangs off your shoulder, and tugs it up to its rightful place. “Fuck my women, and I’ll just let you leave?”
You glance down at his hand hovering over the curve of your shoulder, his nails so long they could puncture through skin with ease if he wanted to.
“You can’t keep me here against my will.”
The boisterous laughter that echoes through the room almost makes you flinch.
“Who’s gonna stop me, huh? You?”
Your lips tremble, and he preens, thinking he has finally gotten through to you. But instead of the ugly cry he was expecting, a smile curls your lips, and you take a step forward, so close he can smell the scent of jasmine and something more edible on your skin.
“Well in that case, Lady Kyomi has been staring at me a little too closely these days. If I’m staying, I might as well pay her a visit.”
Sukuna didn’t make a habit of harming people who were a lot frailer than him. He liked the dizzying thrill of heading right into battle with combatants who were on par with him. And swords, claws and teeth would meet in a frenzy of blood and gore.
This meant that he never lifted a hand against a woman. That is, until today, when a hand closes around your neck and pushes you back until you’re pressed against a nearby wall.
Your breath hitches.
He isn’t choking you, not really, but the threat of it, as his massive hand spans over your throat with ease and sharp nails drag along your skin, is definitely there. Sukuna could handle a lot of things, but you threatening to go after the very woman in the running to be his empress consort was out of bounds.
“Do you wish to see me lose my temper?”
His voice was scarily low now, and the tip of his nose brushed against yours.
“You mean you haven’t already?”
“Don’t test me, little girl.” Your nose scrunches, obviously not a fan of that nickname. With his grip on your neck, he tips your head up higher so you can look at him. “You are to stay away from Kyomi, Emika and all the other concubines you have bedded. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” You say that a little too quickly for it to be convincing, and when you move into his hand around your neck instead of cowering away, he knows you aren’t going to give in so easily. “But just between us, your majesty, tell me which upsets you more, the fact that I fucked them or that I didn’t fuck you?”
A beat passes before Sukuna laughs, long and loud right in your face. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Your cock is pressing into my thighs.” You mused, and his shoulders tensed.
Truth be told, he has been hard since he eavesdropped on you and Emika earlier. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the longer he spoke to you, the higher the tent beneath his robes pitched itself.
“You know,” A manicured nail skirts over the opening of his robes over his bare chest and his cock twitches. “If you had just asked, I would have considered letting you join.”
Your sheer audacity has him at a loss once more.
“I wouldn’t need your permission.” He replies through clenched teeth and tries to hold his breath so your perfume wouldn’t cloud his mind. This is probably how you got people wrapped around your finger. He thought. A teasing touch, the coaxing pull of your sweetened scent and most of all your soft, taunting voice, and they would be trapped before they even knew it.
“Oh, but you’d want it.”
Sukuna’s hand flexes around your throat, and a beat passes with him just panting inches from your mouth. Whenever the emperor couldn’t purge his temper through bloodshed, he often turned to fucking. And it seems he chose the latter as he tugs you forward and seals his lips over yours.
You flinch at the force of the kiss, breath coming out as a soundless huff like he just knocked the air right out of your lungs. Your hands come up to rest on his thick biceps, but you don’t push him away just yet.
Sukuna’s tongue traces over the plush seam of your lips before it plunges into your mouth, and he stiffens at the taste that hits him. Minty freshness, remnants of hibiscus tea and a little fainter, the unmistakable tartness of pussy. A fang nips at your soft lip, and he relishes the yelping sound you make as he greedily laps at a bead of blood that flows out. He wrenches himself away from you, eyes burning as he meets your gaze.
“You put your mouth on her?” He seethes, and you only peer up at him through long lashes, a self-assured smile firmly in place on your lips. “You are infuriating.”
Hands grasp your waist and pull you off the wall and up against him. And as he leads you to the bed, your feet never touch the floor again.
Belatedly, you start to wonder whether you have bitten off more than you can chew.
The bedsprings whine under the weight of the burly emperor lying on them. The man is made of pure muscle, and the inky black markings that cut lines down his tanned skin bulge with every movement he makes. Four hulking arms lay at his sides, flexing impatiently as he tries to keep himself from pulling you onto him. And while he waits, two sets of eyes, four total, glare at you through his coral hair and obsessively follow you the way a predator would stalk its next meal.
“Since you enjoy eating pussy so much, let’s see how you like being on the receiving end.” Sukuna had said a while ago, and while your heart thrashed excitedly in your chest at the prospect of sitting on his mouth, you soon realised he wasn’t talking about the one on his face.
You could only gawk as washboard abs quivered, then gaped, giving way to a large mouth that cut through the centre of his stomach. The mouth gave you a mischievous grin, canines razor sharp, before it licked its lips in anticipation. Between that and the monstrosities, yes, monstrosities plural, that lay heavy between his legs, you aren’t sure where to look.
“What are you waiting for?”
Your eyes bounce up to his face, and you shift a little on the foot of the bed before moving on all fours to crawl towards him. A crimson gaze burns a trail through you when you go to his side instead of immediately straddling him. You tuck your hair behind your ear before you lean down and kiss him. Sukuna’s arms snake under you, and you gasp when he forcibly pulls you on top of him. Settling on his lap, he makes sure the kiss never breaks as he sucks your lip into his mouth, chasing the taste of iron he tasted earlier.
A tongue licks a stripe up your lips, and you feel a heated breath blow against your stomach before his other mouth lolls out against your skin. You shiver above him, hands braced beside his head and almost buckling from the sensation pooling low in your belly.
“Sit on it.” Sukuna commands, breath hot against your lips, but you don’t move. A low groan sounds when you pepper a soft kiss on his mouth, and he pulls back to ask again.
“Let me taste you.”
Your dark eyes clash with his, and he blurts the word out before he can stop himself. The word he has never had to say to anyone before.
“Please.”
An emperor begging a concubine? No one would believe you if you told them. But you oblige. Straightening on his lap and moving forward until you’re hovering just above the large mouth that literally drools with your cunt so close to it.
Hands grope at your hips, then lower you slowly.
Whereas Sukuna is taking his time, his mouth didn’t seem to get the memo because a disarming kiss is delivered to your clit before a fat tongue lolls out and swipes a lavish lick up your slit. You forward jerk, and strong hands clamp around your form tighter, holding then pushing you further onto the relentless mouth that laps away at every drop of your slick.
“Oh.” You huff out with a little shock colouring your tone.
You look at Sukuna’s face again, and you see his lips gape as a light glaze covers his eyes, almost like he can taste you on both mouths. Your hips roll against his stomach when his thick tongue thrusts into your cunt, and moan slips through as your gummy walls clamp around the muscle.
“Look who can’t keep up now,” Sukuna says, referring to when you told him that you were doing him a favour by picking up the slack of tending to his ‘neglected’ concubines.
Your hips slow, trying to lift off his mouth to give yourself a break, but he doesn’t let you, of course. And you’re not sure what possesses you, but your fingers, the same ones you had inside Emika a few minutes ago, go to his lips and slot into his mouth.
“I keep up well enough.” You know he tastes her essence from the way his red pinpoint eyes narrow to slits, and you smile at him. “Sweet, isn’t it?”
Teeth bite down on your fingers, and you mewl at the ghost of pain that follows. His fangs pricked your skin again, and he sucks the digits into his mouth with a heavy groan. You feel his body move beneath you, and when you glance over your shoulder to see his hips rutting into the air and both his cocks leaking with precum, your tongue instinctively wets your lips.
Maybe one day you’d be brave enough to take him in your mouth too…wait, why were you thinking about that as if you’d let this happen again?
Sukuna is drooling around your fingers and on your cunt as he alternates between diving into its tight hole and sucking your clit into his mouth. When you feel his hips shudder pathetically under you, followed by the warm spray of cum against the small of your back, you almost want to make fun of him for cumming untouched. But you can’t because you’re not that far behind either. A few more shaky rolls of your hips, and he keeps you plastered to him as you tremble with your release too.
You’re still shaking when Sukuna lifts you to move you further down his muscular body. He angles the pink tip of one of his lengths with your cunt, and you feel the other bop against your ass needily. Sliding down the thick girth is no easy feat, and he doesn’t rush you, not even when his hips beg him to thrust up and bottom out.
Moans fill the room when you sink all the way down and your head tips back. The mouth on his stomach seals itself shut, then quickly reappears near his pelvis. You’re about to tell him how uncanny it is that he keeps making it move, but your words fall short when it flicks its tongue over your hypersensitive clit.
There are too many hands to count roaming over your body. A pair pawing at your ass and urging you to bounce on him faster, and another set squeezes your tits and rolls the hardened buds of your nipples between his fingers.
Sukuna stares up at you in awe as you ride him. The light above your head forms a halo around your hair, making you look otherworldly and the sounds you make have him believing that you were some sort of fallen angel who has come to drag him to the depths of hell in condemnation for all his sins.
Your hand goes behind you, curling around his neglected cock, and he makes a sound he didn’t even know he was capable of. Your walls squeeze unbelievably tight around him as you cum not too long after him, and his hands band around you before pulling you down so he can kiss you again.
It takes a while for the two of you to stop shuddering, and only when your lips are utterly kiss-bitten and too numb to continue, do you slide off him and land at his side with a huff.
Sukuna is still trying to catch his breath when a thought clicks into place. He was more than happy to lock you in the deepest dungeon he had so you’d never see the light of day again, but after all that, he could think of something better.
Better for him, that is.
He rises from the bed and starts to put his robes back on. “You’ll be moved into the Ruby Palace tomorrow.”
He hears you sit up, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know your eyes are probably bulging out their sockets.
“What?!”
Your exclamation makes a pleased smile curl his lips.
While the Rose, Jade and Emerald palaces housed all the concubines, the Ruby Palace has always been vacant.
Because it was reserved for whoever Sukuna would pick as his empress.
With an about turn, he meets your stare and offers you a mocking smile. “You’ve touched what’s mine and believe me, I’ve killed men for less. So, be happy that your emperor is generous enough to award your insubordination with a title instead of an execution, hm?”
Your mouth opens, but he’s already pulling the door open. There’s a heavy thud of something hitting the wood and a string of colourful expletives follow him as he walks back to his quarters with a spring in his step.
Hm, maybe late-night walks really were relaxing.
a/n: whew my family would 100% request an exorcism if they ever saw this. anyway, thank you to @rambld for being my test subject, love you like jellytots baybay
synopsis: from walking to school together as kids to sharing an apartment in college, you and sukuna have always been attached at the hip. it used to be fine, it used to feel normal, having him at arms reach was just second-nature. now, as you two have gotten older, it's become unbearable.
cw: MDNI, college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers, readers a little insecure, smut, light angst, oral (f receiving), p in v, there’s so much pinning and yearning in this one, kuna’s lw so funny he already thinks you’re dating in his head LMAO.
notes: 8.8k words!! i never do milestone events, but i just hit one and wanted to write this as a thank to all of you❤️
song rec: bags - clairo
After over a decade, you still don’t understand how you and Sukuna are friends— best friends, at that. Half the time, he’s kind of a grump. He’ll act like he’s bored with you, like he has somewhere better to be.
And surprisingly, he did.
But you can count on Sukuna to drag you there with him– whether it be to an underground fight club for robots, built by the geeks that were controlling them, or a mixer held in some science museum, which is actually pretty fun, by the way. Both are.
This nerd had a fucking life.
It wasn’t always like this. He used to be an unsociable loser who’d scoff at the thought of going to parties. Now you’re in some beat-up, dimly lit warehouse, watching him holler along with the rest of the crowd, cheering on the robot he placed a bet on. The expensive cologne he randomly decided to switch to, managing to reach your nose, reminding you how much he’s changed.
Next weekend, it’ll be the robot he’s spent months building that’ll be fighting in the ring, and it’ll most likely win because he’s just as smart as he is handsome.
A genius, even.
You guess he’s just one of those people who really grew into themselves after leaving their hometowns. Flourish, even. He joined clubs, made friends, even dated a couple of girls.
As much as you loved watching him come out of his shell and become someone who smiled a little more and hated people a little less, a part of you wishes you never gone to the same university together. The admiration you’ve had for him since you were kids has only grown. Some nights it’s so unbearable that you lie awake trying and failing to control that ache you get in your chest from knowing you would always just be a friend to him.
He’d never even consider you when thinking about what kind of girl he’d want to be with.
Meanwhile, you’re finding it harder and harder to control your heart rate whenever you really look at him, realizing just how much of a man he’s become within these last couple of years. The braces are gone, his eyes have gotten sharper, his jawline’s stronger, and is now surprisingly covered in tattoos. He even started working out in his freshman year, and after studying the science of bodybuilding and proper nutrition, half the gym started wondering if he had started taking steroids. The other half wondered if they’d be able to fuck him.
You understand them. He’s huge. Tearing your eyes off of him is hard.
The glasses definitely make him more approachable, but if there’s one thing about him that’s stayed consistent over the years, it’s that smart ass mouth of his.
He fucking hated the attention he started receiving after getting hotter, and it comes out when he has to tell someone to fuck off so he can finish his damn workout. He doesn’t go there to fuck around and socialize with a bunch of idiots that don’t know how to isolate their own muscle groups. He just goes to get his reps out of the way so he can go back home and continue studying.
The whole time, he’s completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve grown to like it when he’s not home— that you’ve started to prefer his absence.
Yes, you two share an apartment together. Roommates. It’s fucking torture— watching him take naps on the couch, the small glimpses of him half naked as he walks out of the bathroom after a shower, late nights spent studying together at the dining room table.
Even now, as you stand in a loud, crowded warehouse with him, it’s torture. All you want to do is look at him, watch all the faces he makes, and the way his muscles flex as he pumps his fist in the air. But no– you had to force yourself to look forward, watching two mid-sized robots pummel each other to death.
You feel bad for whoever's going to lose, all that time they spent on building the damn thing wasted in just one night.
Sukuna doesn’t take forever to leave once the fight’s done— he’s more of the Irish goodbye type. Had it been the opposite, you would’ve stood around awkwardly, waiting for him since he was the only one you knew here. You’d like to think you wouldn’t have come at all, but he would’ve found a way to drag you here.
You two practically did everything together— it’s always been like this.
The ride home is quiet. It’s one of those nights where neither of you remembers to connect your phones to the speakers and play music, all that can be heard is the low thrum of the car's engine and drops of water tapping against the metal. He notices you looking out the window, watching the raindrops fall as you absentmindedly bite on your nails. You never bite on them unless there’s something wrong.
“You alright?”
“Hm?” The question snaps you out of it, but still, you lie. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He tries to keep his eyes on the road, but looks back at you a couple of times. That's a bullshit answer. He can read you better than anyone else can.
“You sure? You’re lookin’ a little…” There’s a pause as he does some weird hand gesture toward you. “Off.”
“Off?” you let out a small laugh, looking at the phone to check the time. “I’m just tired, that’s all. It’s already one in the morning.”
He all but hums in response as he drops the subject, feeling tired himself and growing impatient at the thought of getting into his bed to sleep. He’d probably be speeding home right now if you weren’t in the car with him.
The lack of response doesn’t translate well, furthering the belief that he just doesn’t care that much.
You weren’t fine. Truth be told, you haven’t been fine for a while now. It happened slowly, until one day over the summer, you looked at him and a realization crashed over you, and quite frankly, scared the shit out of you. It wasn’t just admiration or an innocent crush.
You love him.
And there was nothing you could do about it.
—
The longer you go without talking to anyone about your pathetic, unrequited feelings, the more your frustration grows. At times like this, it’d be nice to have a therapist, get down to the bottom of what attracts you to your best friend in the first place, and snip it right at the stem.
Maybe even douse it with weed killer.
In a way, you kind of are. The weed killer part, that is, not finding the root cause of what the hell is wrong with you. After much thought, you decided to start distancing yourself from him, and it started with sleeping in.
It seems small, but putting a stop to your morning routine with him seemed effective. No complaining about school and internships over coffee. No talking about your plans for the day, which usually lead to what time you’d be home and what you two were doing for dinner, since you often shared meals as well.
For a couple of days, it worked. Sukuna chalked it up to you just being more tired than usual from school. While you two shared enough in common, you were nothing like him academically.
The combination of a short attention span and lack of interest in most subjects always made school harder than it should have been for you. He used to tease you for being dumb, up until the 8th grade when shit got real and your school counselor told you that you’d have to repeat the year if you didn’t get your grades up.
Sukuna was not going into high school without you, so the obvious solution to that was to do your homework himself. He didn’t have the patience to actually sit down and teach you. He still doesn’t, and still does your homework from time to time when he hears you sniffling over it in your room— yanking papers out of your hands, grumbling about how useless you are and how you need to grow the hell up, as if you were the one forcing him to do it.
You have no idea how you even got accepted into the same university as him. Sukuna claims not to know either, despite already knowing you’ve always had more to offer than just stats. He’s sure they figured that too when looking through your application— the one you refused to let him help you with.
He let you have your time to mope around, but it’s Friday, and so he lays three stern knocks on your door.
You’re still trying to avoid him, so naturally, your heart drops to your fucking ass.
It takes you a minute to gather yourself, only for your courage to fall short when you let out a measly, “yeah?”
“Can I come in?” he murmurs, sounding inconvenienced by the fact that he had to ask in the first place. Usually, you just tell him to.
There’s another pause as you try to think of an excuse as to why you haven’t spoken to him much this week. The excuse never comes to mind, though, as the annoyed sigh he let out cut off your train of thought.
“…Yeah.”
The doorknob twists before you even finish the word, and he walks through the door with a scowl on his face, eyes tracing over your body with judgment as you stay in bed under the sheets.
“I was gonna go to the book fair later tonight if you wanted to go.”
“I think I’m gonna pass on that.” It pained you to say, you’ve actually been looking for it ever since you started seeing the flyers all around campus. “I kind of wanna stay in this weekend.”
“Alright,” he scratches the back of his head, trying to accept that answer.
He doesn’t.
“Wanna watch a movie then?” he asks, pushing up his glasses. “There’s a couple of bags of popcorn left from last time.”
“No, it’s fine.” Turning him down is a struggle on its own— his stubbornness doesn’t help one bit. “I don’t know, I uhm— I’ve been feeling kinda sick… my stomach’s been bugging me all day.”
“Alright,” he shrugs, hand wrapping around the doorknob. “Hope you feel better then I guess.”
The words don’t sound very sincere coming from him, but you’d take that over him continuing to prod. He’s annoyed, doesn’t even bother to look at you anymore as he walks out of your room, missing the half smile you gave.
Don’t feel bad.
It’s not like he’s putting himself out there by going alone tonight. Sukuna has to know at least a couple of people who’ll be there— he’d never go somewhere that made him feel uncomfortable. And even if he were to put himself out there, it wouldn’t be as hard as it would be for anyone else. Anxiety isn’t in his vocabulary— the last thing he’d ever care about is how people perceive him.
Sukuna leaves an hour later. You hear his heavy footsteps walk down the narrow hallway until he’s out the door, and once again you remind yourself that there was nothing to feel bad about it.
30 minutes later, you hear the front door open, hardly getting a chance to wonder why he’s back so soon, since he walks straight to your door and knocks.
At least you think it’s him.
“…Kuna?”
“Who the fuck else would it be, dumbass?” he asks rudely.
The only reason his words don’t offend you is knowing that you, a young woman, can never be too safe in this day and age. You don’t respond to him with that though, he’ll probably say something even ruder.
“Come in,” you murmur rather grudgingly.
The doorknob turns, followed by the light shake of a plastic bag as he just barely lifts it to show you.
“What’s that?”
“Soup,” he says, setting the bag down on your nightstand and opening it to reveal the said soup along with a bottle of tea. “You never eat when you’re sick— probably why your stomach hurts.”
“Yes I do.” You pout as you sit up in bed, watching him open the lid and drop a spoon in the tub.
“Don’t argue with me right now,” he responds in a bored tone, handing the soup over.
The guilt builds up once again after muttering a quick “thanks” to him, stirring the liquid for a moment before giving it a try. He doesn’t say much— just watches you with an expression that’s as unreadable as it always is.
You try to fill the silence. “Why didn’t you end up going?”
“I dunno,” he shrugs. “Didn’t feel like it anymore.”
The truth was, it wouldn’t have been as fun without you. He also figured you’d be suffering in bed for the rest of the night, wondering why your stomach hurt so much, not realizing that half of it was just hunger, so he turned around and went straight to the restaurant you usually order takeout from.
He keeps his eyes on you for a few more seconds, then exhales. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”
“Okay,” you murmur back. “Thanks for the soup.”
“Yeah,” he hums. “You better finish it.”
Even through the discomfort you feel in your chest from lying, you manage to smile. “I know.”
You walk out to the living room once you’re done eating, holding the same plastic bag Sukuna had in hand a while ago. It’s filled with an empty take-out container and an empty bottle, along with a couple of other pieces of trash that were slowly cluttering the desk in your room.
You catch sight of the back of his head, hair all messy from the beanie he put on when leaving in case it started to snow. He could’ve easily driven to campus or the restaurant, but he just doesn’t see the point— both were just a ten to fifteen minute walk away. Even on days when it’s extra cold, he’ll still walk, arguing that he’ll warm up anyway from the walk itself. Something about the human body being more than capable of adapting to extreme weather by doing shit like shivering to produce heat and what not. It was great to know, but you’d prefer not to shiver in the first place.
Sukuna turns his head around before you get the chance to greet him. He had a takeout container full of stir-fry in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, taking his time to finish chewing his food before saying anything. “Feelin’ any better?”
“Mhm,” you nod, turning the corner into the kitchen to quickly drop the bag into the trash. “Thanks again. The soup was good.”
“Yeah,” Sukuna murmurs back— he’s never been the type to say ‘you’re welcome’ to others. He turns back around to focus on the tv screen, exhaling as he leans back further into the couch to get comfortable.
“What’re you watching?” you ask.
“Some crime documentary,” he says, clearly unimpressed by it. “Couldn’t find anything else to watch.”
“Maybe I can find something,” you offer, walking around the couch to sit beside him. Well, not exactly. With all the space he takes up from his current man spread, you make a spot for yourself at the very end of the beat up, albeit comfy, sofa.
He hands you the remote with zero protest, and you spend a good 10 minutes trying to find something to watch, only to forget about your task as you find yourself more focused on talking to the man. It starts with you making a comment about one of the movie's titles, then Sukuna responding with something it reminds him of, and eventually snowballs into talking about nothing in particular for the next two hours.
Neither of you remembers falling asleep, but he finds himself waking up at first at around 1:00 am. There’s a message on the t.v screen asking if he’s still watching, and you’re leaning against him, snoring, cheek squished against his shoulder.
He smiles a little— it’s nothing new to him. If anything, he’s surprised you didn’t get any drool on him. You did last time.
And just like last time, he scoops you up into his arms and takes you back to your room. He tries to be gentle when he sets you down on your bed, just so you wouldn’t wake up and ask him what the hell he was doing, but you still stir the moment you’re out of his arms.
“Kuna.”
Sukuna holds his breath for a moment, waiting for you to say something else. He quickly realizes you were just talking in your sleep, though, which brings him some relief.
He’s always avoided getting too touchy after you two reached a certain age. Not because he didn’t want to touch you, but out of basic respect. He didn’t need you thinking he was trying to get something out of it. It’s awkward enough when people mistake you for a couple— he’d rather not add to that discomfort, which is why he got the fuck out of your room while he still had a chance.
—
Sukuna met you when he transferred schools in the 4th grade.
The teacher sat him right next to you. You two didn’t really talk at first. His first impression of you was that you were shy and spent half the day looking out the window. He didn’t get why you did it when the teacher was obviously peeved by it and constantly singled you out by asking you to repeat what she had just said. It went on throughout the year— after about a month, he found himself wishing you would just pay attention already. He hated feeling sorry for others.
His second impression of you was that you weren’t as oblivious as he thought you were, and spoke up when you noticed a kid in another class trying to pick on him when they weren’t in the teacher's view. The bully didn’t listen to you, because why would he? He towered over the two of you.
So he continued to bug Sukuna, who, believe it or not, was the shortest boy in your grade at the time. And for some reason, he took it. That is until the boy tried to yank his glasses off his face, which ended in Sukuna knocking his front tooth out, an action that could’ve gotten him expelled had you not stepped in and lied, claiming that he was chasing after Sukuna and slipped. Nobody else was there to see— there weren’t any cameras around that time.
Just your words against the boys.
It wasn’t until the following summer that you two had become friends.
Sukuna remembers that day— 7:00 pm, the temperature was finally starting to drop. He had about one more hour before the sun went down, so he decided to make the most of what was left of the day by riding his bike around the neighborhood.
He soon found out that you lived just one street away from him when he saw you sitting under a tree on your front lawn, sketching in a notebook.
And of course, you didn’t fucking notice him, even as the brakes on his bike screeched when it came to a halt.
“Hey.”
He's always had a stern voice— you almost thought you did something wrong as you looked up to see who barked at you.
“Hey,” you responded back, sounding slightly confused.
His brows furrowed as he looked over your house. “You live here?”
“Yeah. Do you live nearby?”
“Yeah.” He pointed right behind him. “On the next street over.”
“That’s … cool.” You had no idea how to even respond to that. He was glaring at you, and you were so sure that he was just waiting to say something rude.
He never did.
“Do you have a bike?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Wanna ride around together?”
Looking back, he had no idea how he was able to be so straightforward with you. He was a loner through and through, it took a lot for him to even want to be friends with someone. It probably made him more comfortable knowing you were a decent enough person to stick up for him the way you did.
Before you were able to say yes or no, you heard your mother calling from inside the house, letting you know dinner was ready.
“Coming!” You got up, putting your notebook under your arm as you started to pick up your colored pencils. For a moment, he thought you forgot that he was there, but then you looked back up. “I’m not allowed to go outside anymore after dinner. Do you wanna ride bikes tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” A bit of excitement threatened to peak through his voice. “What time?”
“Uhhh… could you come at 5?”
“Yeah.” He wasn’t actually sure if he could, but he was determined to make a friend and decided he’d make it happen.
“Okay, cool!” You turned on your heel, waving at him as you started to walk back inside. “See you tomorrow!”
After riding around the neighborhood for a couple of hours, he ended up eating dinner with your family that next night, after riding back home and asking his dad, of course.
There was no separating you from each other after that.
His favorite thing about you was that you were always open to learning about his interests, rather than shutting him down for not knowing or liking what he liked. He remembers coming over one day with a binder full of Pokémon cards and being able to show you each one despite you not knowing anything about Pokémon prior to that.
That’s how your friendship went— you’d willingly follow him down whatever rabbit hole he was in, and he did the same for you. He’s aware of how close of a bond he has with you. You two can talk for hours, about anything and everything. You don’t run out of things to talk about, nor do you get tired.
At least that’s what he thought.
There’s been a shift, and for the life of him, he cannot figure out what’s caused it. The last time you were this quiet was after you went through (another) failed talking stage, but that only lasted a week. It’s been 3 weeks of you turning down his invitations and giving him short answers, slowly retreating back into your bubble that apparently doesn’t have any room for him anymore.
But even then, it’s not something that starts to weigh heavily in his mind until today, when he saw you studying in the library alone. You always let him know whenever you were going there in case he wanted to come along, because that was another thing you two did together— study. From the library, to random coffee shops, to the dining room table where you two could easily stay up until 2:00 AM writing papers and rereading notes for the hundredth time.
Sukuna would never outwardly admit it, but you were his entire life. He liked it that way.
He thought about going up to you, but decided against it. It was the first time he thought he’d be a bother and decided that he’d rather not feel like one with you— not ever.
Not to sound dramatic, but it was paralyzing in a way. Knowing he should probably give you some space and trying to do so, when literally half of his thoughts are about you. It could be something as simple as finding a new song that he liked, and he’d start to wonder if you’d like it too. So no, realizing that you’ve been distancing yourself from him doesn’t feel very good.
And he hopes he never has to feel like this again.
—
Between you and Sukuna, you were honestly more of a loner. While he’s made a handful of friends in the three years of being in college, you’ve only really made one, which was Yuki. Maybe two, if you count Shoko, but she’s always been so withdrawn from everything that you considered her more of an acquaintance.
But even then, Yuki had her own group of friends. You were okay with that and didn’t mind being the friend you catch up with once a month.
Today is that once a month catch up. Instead of going out somewhere though, you both opted to just make dinner at her place. It gives a sense of coziness that’s needed when it snows for a week straight.
You thought you could come here to relax, but you find yourself nearly choking on spaghetti when she asks what’s wrong with you and Sukuna.
You try to act normal about it, but you weren’t fooling anyone, especially with your initial reaction. Stumbling over your words, eyes all wide as if you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
“I mean, look at you,” Yuki starts to go in on you. “You haven’t mentioned his name once, and you look depressed as fuck.”
You frown. “That doesn’t mean it’s because of him, though.”
“Then what is it?” she asks, twirling some spaghetti around with her fork.
No answer.
She sighs at how bad you are at trying to hide it. “C’mon, you can tell me. Who knows, I might even be able to give you some advice.”
You doubt it, but you tell her anyway— about how you’ve been trying to avoid him, thinking about how the distance will make you get over something that was never even a was.
At first, she laughs at how surprised you look when she says she already knew you were into him. To her, it was pretty obvious with the way you were around him. Granted, she’s only really seen it once, but seeing the way your eyes softened as you looked at him for a little longer than a friend would was all she needed to see.
Sukuna on the other hand? She had no idea. She’s had a couple of classes with him in the past, and he’s always been hard to read.
Maybe? Is what she told you when you asked if she thought he liked you back, which may look a little harsh to some people, but you asked her for the truth, and the truth was he was hard to read.
“He clearly likes having you around, though, if he’s been able to live with you for almost 3 years with no complaints,” she adds.
“Well, yeah… we’re friends, and that’s the problem. He’d never see me as more than that.”
“You don’t know that,” she scolds you for being so pessimistic. “Why don’t you just ask him?”
You’d rather fucking die. “And then what? Make things awkward if he says no and ruin a 10-year friendship? At this point, I don’t even care if he feels the same or not, I just wanna get over it so I can go back to being normal with him.”
A little self-sabotage-y, but fair enough, Yuki thinks. “Well… if getting over him is the goal here, why don’t you come to a party with me next Friday? I’m sure meeting new people will help out with that.”
“I dunno.” The mumbled words are followed by a sigh. “Parties aren’t really my thing, but I’ll think about it and let you know.”
They really weren’t. You didn’t mind going to the ones Sukuna took you to since everyone, for the most part, knew how to act right and didn’t drink that much, but a frat party? Just thinking about it gives you a headache.
But who knows, maybe you needed to get knocked off your axis to forget about it.
—
Sukuna took an astronomy class in his freshman year. He didn’t talk that much, but was still able to build a bond with his professor since he was one of the very few students who actually showed up during office hours.
Which is why he came home today with not one, but two telescopes sticking out of his backpack. He couldn’t really afford one right now and figured it’d be worth a try asking if his former professor had any he could borrow.
And since the professor was more than happy to lend him some, Sukuna figured he might as well grab a second one since you watched the last meteor shower with him and pouted whenever he took it back from you.
The last few times he hoped you’d be home, you weren’t, so hearing some rummaging come from your room wiped away some of the doubt he felt during his walk back from campus. His heart may have even skipped a beat as he gently set his backpack down on the couch. It’s felt like forever since he actually got to sit down and talk to you.
Yet the moment you opened your door after hearing a knock, something in his chest tightens. You’ve got a full face of make-up on, tits pushed up in the tightest top he’s ever seen you wear, paired with quite possibly the shortest skirt he’s ever seen, period.
“Hey.” You try to smile at him, but he still notices the flicker of guilt on your face as you try to pull your skirt down. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’, I was just wondering if you were free tonight.” There’s a bit of disappointment in the small laugh he huffs out. “There’s gonna be a meteor shower later.”
He doesn’t even know why he mentioned it when it’s already clear you’re going to be busy.
“Fuck— I’m sorry.” You knew how much he liked going to that hill not too far from campus to watch them. “I already made plans with Yuki.”
“It’s alright. I asked at the last minute anyway.” He tries to act like he’s happy for you. “You two going to a party or something?”
“Yeah, some frat party,” you try to sound as uninterested as possible. He’s expressed his hatred for frat parties many times in the past.
He thought you hated them too, but evidently not enough, given how you’re all dressed up to go to one.
“Nice,” he responds a little too flatly, lips thinning into a fake smile as he nods and mentally checks out. “I’ll uh– let you go back to getting ready then, I guess.”
“Yeah.”
You wanted to say more, but the words just got caught in your throat as you watched him turn away from you and walk to his room.
He never came out in the last hour you were home. You considerate saying bye, but what was the point when you hadn’t said that in weeks?
As you’re walking out the door, something from the corner of your eye catches your attention. His backpack. You had to do a double-take at first, but your eyes eventually landed on two telescopes, and the mere thought of hurting Sukuna tonight made the guilt you already felt spread through every inch of your body.
. . .
Coming to the party with Yuki was a mistake.
You hated crowds, especially the one here. Even with a couple of drinks in you, having to be around people plastered out of their minds annoyed you. Just drunk and sweaty and stumbling into everything.
You found yourself having to step outside, and even though you didn’t get to escape people completely, at least you had some fresh air. You found a wall to lean against and checked your phone— no notifications. You shouldn’t have even expected to have any. Then you do something pretty annoying, go on instagram to see if Sukuna posted anything on his story. He doesn’t have that many people on there, but he’ll still post from time to time. You were hoping to see something, maybe something about the meteor shower.
Nope.
Fuck. What if he didn’t end up going? The thought makes you feel like the worst friend ever. You probably are the worst friend ever at this point. You practically ditched him to go to a frat party.
Through the window, you see Yuki making out with some guy, and figure it's time to go since it’s with the one she was planning on spending the night with. You really aren’t in the mood to spark up a conversation with somebody else tonight, either.
The Uber you called was already on its way when you went to say goodbye to Yuki, and got home 15 minutes later with your tail tucked in between your legs. You had no idea what you were going to say to him. You didn’t want him to think he was your backup plan either.
The silence of the apartment and seeing one telescope left behind felt worse.
—
Of course he went alone.
Sure, he was admittedly bummed, maybe even a little irritated that you chose a fucking frat party, of all things, over him, but that didn’t stop him from getting out of the house for the night. He would’ve borrowed the telescopes for nothing if he stayed.
He was alone, but the night was nice. Clear skies, thick blankets of snow silencing the air around him and muffling the hoots of an owl that was somewhere in the trees. If only there was a little more snow to shut that thing up, too— it was ruining everything for him. Just as he’s about to turn around and yell at it, in hopes that telling it to shut the fuck up himself might work, the sound gets clearer.
It sounds like someone's calling his name, which spooks him a bit despite not believing in the paranormal.
“Kuna?!”
Oh, great. It was something worse than a ghost, you.
And you forgot to bring your survival instincts, too. You have to walk through a sketchy path to reach the hill, and not only did you decide to go alone, but you are yelling his name, proving to anybody nearby that you are alone and most likely lost.
He pinches his nosebridge and lets out a disappointed sigh before just barely yelling back. “I’m over here.”
He hears a rushed ‘okay’ right after and pictures you fast-walking through the snow. For some reason, he thought he’d see you in the same outfit he last saw you in and was glad to see you didn’t show up half naked. You’re wearing the same thing as him right now— boots, snow pants, goose down coat.
You’re a little shy as you walk up and sit next to him.
He’s not. “What happened to your little party?”
“Didn’t like it,” you murmured.
He laughs under his breath, having already known you wouldn’t. “Good thing you had a backup plan.”
“You can’t be the backup plan if I never even knew there was going to be a meteor shower when I made plans,” you huff out.
“Right,” he grumbles, noticing something protruding under your coat. He nods at it. “The hell are you hiding under there?”
“Oh.” You look down and reach under your coat to pull the object out. “The other telescope.”
“Seriously? You couldn’t even stuff it in a backpack or something?” he complains, snatching it from you to take a look at it. “You could’ve dropped it and I would’ve been fucked.”
“Good thing I didn’t,” you proudly say, and he rolls his eyes, handing it right back to you.
But not before looking at you dead in the eye and saying, “Don’t break it,” in an authoritative tone that would've scared the living hell out of most people.
You, on the other hand, are very used to his grumpy side at this point and don’t think much of it as you take it back from him. You do steal a glance at him, though, unable to tell if he has any leftover resentment from earlier. He can try to act as unbothered as he wants, but his original response was telling. The way the interest in his eyes faded, just waiting to end the conversation once he found out where you were going.
“I’m sorry about tonight.”
He lets out a laugh. “For what?”
“I don’t know…” you mumble, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them. “Still going even when I knew I probably wasn’t going to like it.”
“It’s got nothing to do with me, remember? Those plans were already made,” he murmurs back, adjusting his glasses before looking up at the sky. You’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic or not.
“I know. I still feel bad, though.”
Sukuna hums at first, not sure how to even take that. He doesn’t like it when people feel sorry for him. Hates it when people treat him like he’s fragile, like what you’re doing right now. Yet, he still can’t find it in himself to respond in the snarky, passive-aggressive way he usually does to people who do that.
“Don’t be. I’m fine.”
“Alright,” you say with a sigh, not pushing it any further.
And while the night was nice, you couldn’t help but think of how it barely fixed what damage had already been done by your own doing. Sukuna was still kind to you and spoke softly for the most part, but you finally felt the distance you’ve been silently asking for. It was as if he stopped caring about including you, only keeping the thoughts he’d usually share to himself as he looked up at the sky and not bothering to direct where you should look.
For a moment, you wanted to ask him what was wrong, only to quickly stop yourself. You knew what was wrong, and knew you had no right ask when the problem was you.
—
Avoiding Sukuna wasn’t healthy in any way, shape, or form. It was childish. You felt like nothing but a coward, but it was the only way you knew how to protect yourself at this point— convincing yourself that maybe the feelings you had for him would disappear if you stayed as far away from him as possible.
They haven’t, they’re just like any other problem in life— they don’t go away just because you ignore them, acting as if they weren’t there. They get worse, they fester, and in your case, you probably think about him now more than ever. How he doesn’t deserve to be dodged like this, how you’re ruining a perfectly good friendship just because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check.
You want to tell him there’s nothing wrong with him, but you’re afraid that more words will slip out. Like how much you miss him, everything about him. From the late nights talking about anything and everything, all the way down to the annoyed look on his face whenever you say something he finds stupid. That yeah, he can be really rude at times, but even in those moments, there’s still nobody else that you feel more comfortable with. There’s nothing wrong with him. He means everything to you.
You wish you never followed him here. You wish you never signed that lease. You are going to lose him because of it.
That day was bound to happen— you just didn’t think it’d happen so soon.
Avoiding him didn’t work. You see him now, talking to some girl in front of the library. He doesn’t seem to be looking to get out of the conversation anytime soon with how relaxed he looks. Comfortable.
You wish you never followed him here.
Aside from your degree, it got you absolutely nowhere. You could’ve been smiling just as much as the girl in front of him with somebody else had you not spent the last three years pining over him.
Hell— the last ten years.
. . .
Two weeks later, Sukuna bursts through your shared apartment and bangs on your door so hard that your heart starts to race. You don’t think you’ve ever actually felt scared to face him until now.
“I know you’re home, your keys are still on the coffee table,” he roughly says, continuing to pound on the door. “Open the fucking door.”
You try to look him in the eyes when you finally do, but you couldn’t handle the weight you felt under his gaze.
He tries to catch his breath as he walks into your room— it’s as if he ran home just so he could talk to you. With one last deep breath, he speaks. “What the hell is your problem?”
“What do you mean—“
“This!” He holds his phone up, hands slightly trembling, showing you the text his father sent him regarding your lease, and how you told him you didn’t want to renew it for the next year. “You couldn’t have told me yourself, so you reached out to my dad? You look like you’re trying to escape me or something! What did I even do to you?!”
“Nothing! I just—“
“Like hell it isn’t— you’ve been avoiding me for fucking weeks, and now you don’t even want to live with me anymore. What the fuck did I do to deserve all of that?!”
Your eyes began to tear up the more he yelled, growing more and more overwhelmed to the point where you just blurted it out. “I can’t stay here anymore— I need to move on with my life.”
“What do you mean, move on?” His face twists from confusion. “What is there to even move on from, huh?”
“From you!”
He defensively throws his arms out, still completely and utterly confused. “You act like we’re in a fucking relationship!”
“I know— that’s the problem!” you finally snap, a small hiccup leaving your body as you try not to cry in front of him.
You didn't have to explain any further from there.
It was clear he understood what you meant by that with his reaction. Going radio silent as he sat down on your bed, resting his head in his hands for a moment while he tried to process your pathetic confession.
“I-“ he cuts himself off and sighs, looking up to see you just awkwardly standing there, sniffling and wiping your eyes.
He wants nothing more than to hold you right now and wipe the tears away, but has no idea how to tell you that— guess you’re both stupid in that sense.
“Do you want to be in one?”
You stop sniffling and look at him like he’s fucking stupid. “What kind of a question is that?”
“I don’t know,” he argues back. “You’re the one crying about not being in one.”
“So you’re going to ask me to be in a relationship with you just to appease me?” Your eyes widen in disbelief.
“I’m not doing it to appease you—
You cut him off with a bitter laugh, “Yeah? What is it then?”
“I’m doing it because I love you and I want you to fucking stay.”
The room grows dead silent, save for the sharp breath you take as you try to come up with a response.
“What?”
“You seriously want me to repeat that again?” he scoffs, and then spells it out for you quite aggressively. “I love you. You are the most important person in my life, and I want you to stay. Don’t. Leave. Me— is that enough for you, or would you like me to write it down on a piece of paper so you can read along while I say it again?”
You avert your eyes as if you were a child being scolded, picking at your cuticles as you mumble, “I got it.”
A laugh escapes him because you are un-fucking-believable. “That’s it?”
“Yeah,” you respond quietly.
The mattress creaks as he gets up from the bed. “Does that mean you’ll stay?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
Your cheeks begin to heat up as he starts walking closer, and by the time he’s standing in front of you, you feel like you can hardly breathe. There’s no telling what’s on his mind when you meet his gaze. Though it’s not like you had much time to think.
Your brain short-circuits when he gently cups your jaw.
Then shuts down completely when you feel the warmth of his soft lips pressed against yours.
There’s a satisfied look on his face when he pulls back— it’s not often he leaves you speechless like this. You always have more to say. Now? Nothing. He’s starting to wonder if you’re even breathing.
“Was that okay?” he asks, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks.
“Yeah,” you nearly whisper.
He hums as he leans forward again, kissing you with more certainty than the last. There’s a light smack, then he deepens it, and you’re left holding his arms as you go along with it, following him like you always do.
It happens fast.
One minute he’s bending down, grabbing the backs of your knees to pick you up. The next, your back is hitting the sheets, and you’re reminded of just how big he’s become when he’s on above you, caging you in with his arms.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asks again.
“Mhm,” you’re the one cupping his face this time, watching his eyes soften. “I want you.”
“I want you too.”
He gives you one last kiss, then leaves a trail of them down your neck and chest. Suddenly, your shirt’s off, and his hands are sliding down from your waist to your hips— fingers hooking around the waistband of your shorts, making your stomach flutter as he slowly pulls the shorts and your panties down in one go.
You don’t even realize how wet you are until you’re completely exposed to the air, having Sukuna spread your legs wide open as he gets in between them.
The grip he has on the back of your thighs tightens. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
Now, neither of you are virgins, and the number of people you’ve slept with can be counted on one hand. You knew it wouldn’t be awkward or anything with the moderate amount of experience you had, but you did not expect him to bury his face into your pussy and start eating you out like some starved whore.
He has you gasping and squeezing your legs together, and he just keeps going— groaning as he laps away at your pussy, flattening his tongue against your hole and licking a fat stripe up to your clit before sucking on it.
It’s so good that you have no idea whether you want more or if you want to push his head away, and you’re not even sure if pushing him away is even possible with the iron grip he has on your waist. Even when you squeeze your thighs together, he just rubs his face further into your folds, letting his nose work against your clit while he starts to fuck you with his tongue.
It drives you insane. You’re grabbing at his hair, letting out the neediest moans that have ever come out of you in life. None of the guys you’ve had sex with has ever made you cum.
Sukuna’s making you cum on his tongue— groaning while licking and lapping at the mess you’ve made while you’re disheveled and gasping for air.
There’s slick dripping down from his chin, glasses somehow perfectly on as he pops his head up, checking to see if you’re okay. “Wanna keep going?”
“Fuck—“ you’re still trying to catch your breath as you begin to nod, “Yeah, please, need you inside me.”
He’s already taking off his shirt, revealing the toned body he’s spent quite an effort working on. Then his jeans… and boxers.
Your eyes grow wide at the sight.
His dick’s fucking perfect. Long and thick. Couple of veins running up his length. A big red tip perfect for hitting all the right spots— just thinking about it makes you drool.
“You’re not paying attention, are you?” he asks in amusement.
“I am,” you say, looking up at him before your eyes start trailing down again. “Can’t believe this is what you’ve been hiding under your pants this entire time.”
“You’re right— I probably should’ve told you about it a while ago,” he says sarcastically, kneeling back on the bed until he’s above you again, hooking his hands under your knees and dragging you closer.
You squirm a bit as he rubs and taps the head of his cock against your clit. “Will you go slow at first?”
His face softens as he looks at you.
“Yeah, of course.” He was already planning on it, but something about being asked really does something to him. Triggering some need to be extra gentle with you. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”
You nod, and he lines himself up with your entrance, tip already coated in slick. He pushes in and bites back a groan as he watches you stretch around him, taking him inch by inch. Your eyebrows are slightly pinched together when he looks up, and a low laugh escapes him before caging you in and grabbing your jaw with a gentle hand.
His lips graze over yours as he pushes in some more. “Breathe for me— there we go— almost there, you got this.” The praise makes you squeeze around him more, and he finds himself struggling to stay controlled. You’re so tight and look so pretty struggling to take him, letting him swallow up your little moans as he starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth.
With a low grunt, he finally bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. “How’s it feel?”
“Good,” you murmur. “Keep going.”
There’s a sly smile on his face. “You sure?”
“Don’t make me beg for it,” you whine back.
“I won’t, I won’t,” he lets out an amused sigh, then starts moving again.
He’s less careful as he starts thrusting into you, pulling his hips back a little more each time, making you feel every inch he’s giving you with the leisurely pace he’s going at. Your legs wrap around his waist, holding on to his shoulders as he fucks you deep and slow.
"Kuna—"
"I know," he hums against your temple, hips rolling into you as if he had all the time in the world. "Shoulda done this sooner— feels so fuckin’ good."
“Yeahh– fuuck– m’sorry,” you moan a little too softly in the shell of his ear, so blissfully unaware of just how crazy it drove him in that moment.
“I’m sorry too.”
He wasn’t apologizing about the past, by the way. He was apologizing for the way he drove his cock into you afterwards, just to hear that sweet little sound again and again and again, until your moans start filling the room.
Getting you to go dumb on his cock wasn’t very difficult at all. Sukuna knew how to fuck— rolling his hips into you just right, his fat tip bullying into your sweet spot until you’re clawing at his back, which does nothing but turn him on even more.
He grabs one of your legs and hoists it up to his shoulder, allowing himself to fuck into you deeper at a new angle. His grip on your legs tightens as he snaps his hips against you harder, faster, until a wet squelch between you can be heard.
“Oh my god, right there,” you whine out as you start to feel the pressure in your lower belly start to build. “I’m gonna— fuck!”
“Shit– me too,” he groans out, letting go of your leg to cage you in with both arms. He starts pounding into you desperately, letting out low, drawn out groans in the shell of your ear. After one particularly rough thrust, you're crying and cumming all over his cock, unable to hear whatever he’s rambling about in your ear. You can feel his cock absolutely throbbing against your walls though as he starts chasing his own relief, groaning and cursing to himself as he starts pumping you full of his cum.
It takes you both a moment to process what the hell just happened. There’s nothing but short breaths as your chests rise and fall. Your stomach threatens to drop when he rolls over and falls on his back beside you, afraid of whatever he has to say next. But then he pulls you in, moving you to rest your head on his shoulder, grabbing the back of your knee to pull your leg over him.
He closes his eyes and takes a breath, drawing little circles over your waist with his thumb. “Does this mean you’ll finally stop avoiding me?”
“Yeah,” you let out a small but tired laugh— you’ll probably be all over him after this.
“Good,” he grumbles, shifting as he settles into the bed some more. “Because you’re really never getting rid of me after this, bestie.”
part 2 : synopsis: after your ex dumped you, you needed a new place to stay. and what was better than moving in with two men you met on craigslist? over the months while your relationships evolve, tensions rise. and when they ultimately bubble over, toji shows he has a way to work things out.
warnings: mututal masturbation, hand jobs, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, doll, dollface, pretty girl/boy), slight internalized homophobia still (sukuna coming to terms with his bisexuality), fingering, oral m! and f! receiving, anal fingering, anal sex, threesome, p in v, more gay shit, ball sucking, creampie, anal creampie is that the right term, teasing, overstim, ass slapping, dom/sub dynamics : dom toji, sub sukuna, sub reader, daddy kink oops!
wc: 12.2k
art by @hunnismokah ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა also this entire thing is dedicated to @cupidstrace the #1 new girl fan ily
18+ mdni - this can be read as a standalone but you can also find part 1 here
It's only been a few weeks since the first time that you and Toji had sex, and nearly nothing is the same around the house. Except for your movie nights.
Those haven't changed much.
Still a post-work ritual, when you, Toji, and Sukuna are all tired and no one has the energy to cook. One of them will call a restaurant for takeout while the other picks a movie and you grab the drinks from the fridge. Then the three of you pile on the couch for a night spent in front of a crooked TV, nursing your beers and laying all too close together for three people who like to swear up and down that there's nothing going on between them.
Honestly, it's more of an inside joke at this point. When someone asks if you're seeing one of them and you shake your head, suppressing a little smile that's threatening to pull at your lips. Or sometimes one of the guys, usually Satoru, will make a comment when they think you're out of earshot, asking if your roommates have 'got on that, yet,' and the two of them just sigh and tell him 'no.'
Their friends never seem to notice the little look that Toji and Sukuna share, the acknowledgement of your circle's secret.
Because another truth is that none of you guys have actually addressed the situation. No one's talked about where your relationships stand, what kinds of feelings may or may not be involved— so while it's fun to keep that knowledge private, there's also a part of you that knows deep down you're not even certain how to answer some of the questions that get thrown your way.
Sukuna and Toji seem to be quite content with the way things are— though partially because Sukuna will never admit to you how it's nearly killing him that he hasn't so much as kissed you yet, and neither him nor Toji are ready to admit why that is.
When you stumble into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, Sukuna flashes you a grin that only widens as your tired gaze rolls over the bare expanse of his torso.
You turn, fiddling with the coffee machine, working under the guise of needing a latte instead of hiding the blush on your cheeks, despite the fact that you know he's already made one for you. He's been sweet— as sweet as someone like Sukuna can be— and lately he's always got your coffee ready by the time you make it into the kitchen.
But it's just because you do this every time.
Your back to him, skin always soft under a thin spaghetti-strap tank-top, ass threatening to spill out of your favorite sleep shorts. Practically a silent invitation for him to slot himself behind you, a firm hand on your waist as the other reaches around, mug in his grasp.
"Already made yours," Sukuna's voice rings low in your ear, raspy from sleep and going straight to your core. His chest is nearly flush against you as he towers behind you, and he wonders if you're even aware of it— the way you're nudging your hips backwards, ass pressing oh, so slightly against his crotch.
"Thanks, Kuna," you mumble in reply, gracing him with a quick smile over your shoulder before grabbing the cup from him. The ceramic is warm in the palm of your hand, a heat rivaling the furnace that is your pink-haired roommate, though it's admittedly less comforting.
Your eyes do a quick scan around the room, no doubt looking for the third roommate. You do that a lot when Sukuna's around you. Like you're going to get caught doing something you shouldn't.
It seems like you haven't realized that they didn't actually mind sharing. Whether that was sharing you with each other or sharing each other with you— they were more than happy to do either, on their own terms of course.
You raise the mug to your lips, trying to ignore the way your bodies are flush against one another, the way his hand has dipped under the hem of your shirt, calloused thumb rubbing gently along your skin.
It's robust, bold in the way espresso should be, and the milk is perfectly foamy, the syrup not too sweet. He really has memorized the way you like your coffee, and the contented sigh that falls from your lips tells Sukuna as much.
"'s it good, princess?"
"It's perfect, you should be a barista."
Sukuna hums like you bring up a good point, demeanor playful, casual like his chest isn't swelling with pride at the praise. "Nah, don't really care to make coffee for people."
You finally turn around, twisting in Sukuna's grip as he runs his other hand through his hair. "You make mine all the time," you point out.
"And?"
"Why bother making mine if you don't care to?"
"That's different," Sukuna sighs, watching the way your brows furrow.
"How?"
"Because I want to make yours."
"Why?"
You want him to admit that he's into you, but each time you try to pry it out of him he somehow manages to give you nothing.
Sure, he's always flirting and teasing, Sukuna's never one to shy away from that. He's quick to be the first one touching you— smacking your ass when you bend over in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist as he reaches above you to grab the pan you need, pulling you onto his lap when it's just the two of you on the couch together.
He'll get you worked up to the point where you're dripping through the gusset of your panties, poor neglected pussy just desperate to be filled, and it's always that exact moment when he decides to pull away. He leaves you high and dry, wondering what the fuck just happened as you slip back into your room and open your nightstand to pull out your vibrator.
In all the weeks that have passed, you still don't have any real confirmation of his interest in you, and each day that goes by leave you feeling more unsure. You find yourself wondering if Sukuna just doesn't want you in the way Toji does.
But in Sukuna's mind, it should be obvious, regardless if he's actually fucked you or confessed his feelings. Because there's no way you're standing mere inches away from him with his hand on your hip, your eyes locked on his, and you're asking him why he'll make a latte for you.
"You can't be fuckin' serious," Sukuna's face is flat, lips starting to pull into a disappointed frown.
"You act like that's not a valid question," you start, voice beginning to raise in the way it always does when you're feeling defensive, "you just said you don't care to make coffee for people, so I asked why you make mine everyday. I feel like that's—"
"Yeah but that's a stupid fuckin' question, cause—"
Your jaw falls open as you set your coffee down behind you, arms coming up to cross over your chest. "It's not stupid, Kuna. And don't interrupt me, it's rude."
His eyes flutter shut, chest rising as he inhales deeply, fighting to keep his frustration at bay. How could you be one of the only people he enjoys spending time with and simultaneously the biggest pain in his ass? "Okay, my bad— even though you just interrupted me too—"
"It's not even 9:30, how the fuck are you two going at it already?" Toji's voice cuts through your silly argument, stealing both your attention away as he shuts the front door behind him.
You suck in a breath at the sound of his voice, turning slightly to look at him though Sukuna keeps you in your place within his hold.
"Morning, Toji," you greet, mustering up the courage to look him in the eyes.
A quick scan of his expression reveals little, leaving you both apprehensive and curious. Toji always seemed relatively indifferent about your relationship with Sukuna, offering nothing but a chuckle whenever he'd spot the two of you much too close together.
He flashes you a crooked grin, dropping the his gym bag to the floor. "Mornin' dollface, this guy bothering you?"
Sukuna rolls his eyes, suppressing a sigh because he can't believe that actually pulled a giggle from you. "She's the one bothering me, don't be fooled."
You spin around to swat at his arm, "am not!"
"Oh yeah?" Toji smirks, standing across the room, shoulder resting on the wall and jade eyes locked on the scene before him. Your hips against Sukuna's, his hand on your waist, not to mention the little pink tint that's dusted across his cheeks as he scowls down at you. Your pretty tits are sitting inside that flimsy top, nearly pushed up against Sukuna's chest as he leans over you, keeping you locked between him and the counter. "Should've known— she's a handful."
"Tell me about it," Sukuna drawls, the words lazy, rolling off his tongue at the same speed of his hand as it slides lower, drifting over the swell of your ass and squeezing gently.
The men lock eyes in a second, mirrored smirks reflected back to each other as you rack your brain for something to say in response to that, but in all honesty the entire situation has you feeling flustered. And nothing gets any better when Toji moves again, long strides carrying him the rest of the way over to you and Sukuna.
He's still sweaty from the gym, raven locks slicked against his forehead and compression shirt glued to his skin. You can smell the musk radiating from him, the smell harmonizing with the lingering scent of Sukuna's cologne and body wash.
Toji slips an arm around Sukuna's shoulder, their bodies pressed close. And with both men peering down their noses at you now, you can't help but feel quite small before them. Your knees shift, instinctually moving closer together as you feel that familiar heat pooling low in your belly— a subtle movement, but one that's caught by everyone in the room, two sets of eyes flickering down to your thighs before meeting your gaze again. "Gotta go easy on him, he doesn't know how to handle you like I do."
Toji's touch feels like it's burning into Sukuna's flesh, the weight of his arm resting heavy around his neck.
"And how's that?" Sukuna asks, ignoring the way he can feel Toji. There's a growing bulge in the apex of Toji's sweatpants that's nudging against Sukuna's leg each time he shifts, and you haven't even noticed.
You're too distracted by the feeling of Sukuna's own cock prodding at your pelvis through his shorts.
Heat creeps up the back of your neck, radiating off of your two roommates as they cage you in against the counter. Breath coming in ragged, your eyes flit from one man to the other, like you can't decide where to give your attention because they're both too captivating.
The tension that's settling thick in the room makes your chest feel tight and the space between your thighs ache with a glaring need.
And then, with a loud smack to Sukuna's ass, Toji breaks through the silence between you three, causing your gaze to snap up to his. "Well, I gotta shower."
"Yeah, you stink," Sukuna grumbles, doing his best to ignore the way he can feel his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.
Toji just grins, sly and knowing as he pulls away from your group to get a better look at Sukuna, "you stink too now, so… you coming?"
And just like that, when you think you're finally going to get what you want— what you've wanted for the last several weeks— you're left alone in the kitchen, frustrated and confused.
You're sure there's something going on between the two of them. It's not like they're doing a good job at hiding it considering all the touches, the glances, the constant showering together. But you never thought that would be something that got in your way considering how forward both men still were with you, not to mention the fact that you and Toji have continued hooking up.
With an exasperated groan you turn back around, staring glumly at your coffee that's now gone cold. Through the quiet you can hear the sound of the water turning on down the hall, the scowl on your face only pulling deeper as your thighs press closer together.
You can imagine the way the room must be filling with steam, a thick blanket of warmth covering the two men as a shiver runs down your spine.
"Fuckin' cockblock." Sukuna's grumbling as he strips down to join Toji who's already naked and standing under the water.
Sukuna tells himself he's not sure why he even follows Toji's lead— why he listens to him each time he intervenes between you and him, whether in person or as a little voice in his head. He tries to convince himself that he's irritated, that he's tired of missing such easy chances with you because of your other roommate but if that was really the case then he wouldn't be so hard.
"Just get in here," Toji mutters, rolling his eyes.
With a single stride Sukuna closes the gap, stepping over the lip of the tub and into the shower, and Toji wastes no time slipping an arm around his waist. One large hand splaying across Sukuna's lower back, Toji tugs him closer and the heat of his breath just inches from his face feels more stifling than the steaming water cascading over the two of them.
Rough fingertips trail along Sukuna's skin, drifting to his hips, his pelvis, before dropping lower. He sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of Toji's hand finally wrapping around the base of his cock.
"You just hard all the time?" Toji teases, giving the base a light squeeze. "I mean I get it, living with her…"
Sukuna averts his eyes, gaze slipping down in time to see Toji's tongue darting out, swiping along the scar on his lips. And Toji doesn't miss it, nor does he miss the way Sukuna's length twitches in his grasp.
"Or maybe it's not her—"
"Shut up," Sukuna snaps, his own hand flying down to grasp between Toji's thighs.
Toji's heavy in Sukuna's palm, his cock already half-hard and getting stiffer with the tighter that Sukuna grips it. And Sukuna's fucking throbbing. Precum leaking just to get washed away by the shower, but the water can't hide the way his tip is all swollen and red. Toji swipes a thumb over the slit causing Sukuna to shudder, his head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut. Toji always knew exactly what he needed— how he needed to be touched.
It was infuriating.
Especially when Toji would dish out those stupid commands at the same time—
"Don't fuck her yet," he rasps, tone curt and voice low as Sukuna groans, a sound of pleasure and frustration.
Sukuna's hand works slowly, gliding up and down Toji's length with a practiced rhythm as he grits out his question, "how much longer you gonna make me wait?"
And Toji just chuckles at that. An easy sound that doesn't betray the tightness in his abdomen, his muscles tensing with each rub of Sukuna's palm along his shaft. "Dunno. Til I get bored of this."
It wasn't even jealousy that Toji was feeling, he wasn't protective over you, he was secure enough to not care about that. He just loved the power. Loved being in control of Sukuna, in control of your relationship with him, without you even knowing.
A scowl spreads across Sukuna's face, his fist moving faster. "Y'know I could just fuck her anyways—"
"You won't." Toji loosens his own grip, his touch featherlight as he twists his wrist, pumping Sukuna's cock languidly. A grin splits across his lips at the sight of Sukuna's frown tugging down further in response to his lightening grasp. "You always listen, don't ya?"
Bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Sukuna rolls his hips, chasing the feeling he was getting before but to no avail. Toji doesn't move, doesn't wrap his fingers snug around his length and twist and pull like Sukuna needs him to.
"Admit it," Toji grunts, his own hips stuttering in Sukuna's hold which hasn't relented because, despite Toji's actions, he's still pumping his cock like he has something to prove.
Sukuna's just hoping that the closer Toji gets to his release, the more lenient he'll be. He's gambling on the chance that just maybe Toji will take pity on him and finally give him what he wants.
But he should have known Toji would never give in that easy.
"You're gonna be a good boy aren't ya? Just like you have been."
The smile on his face, the tone of his voice is cruel. He's getting pure amusement from the knowledge that Sukuna's trying so hard to please him just because he'd do anything but defy him.
"F-fuck off," Sukuna rasps, breath catching in his throat at an unexpected squeeze of Toji's fingers just under his swollen tip.
Toji's thumb presses against Sukuna's frenulum before gliding down with his hand, trailing along the winding veins towards the base and back up again. "You're gonna let me keep stuffin' her with my cock instead, yeah? Just cause I told you to."
Picking up the pace, Toji works faster to match Sukuna's rhythm, drawing a low groan from him. Pink tresses matted to his forehead, they contrast with the black ink as his head hangs forwards now, red eyes narrowed at Toji. His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched together to bite back whatever retort he had because he wouldn't dare say that Toji's wrong— not when he's finally able to feel his climax building.
"Fuck— you love it though," Toji grunts, "y'love it when I'm fuckin' her. Know you're listening every time, probably jackin' off."
If Sukuna's cheeks weren't already flushed from the steam they would be now. Memories coursing through his mind of all the times he's done that very thing over the past few weeks. All the nights where Toji follows you into your room, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at Sukuna before shutting the door, leaving the pink haired man to tend to himself.
Which he did every time.
Snaking a hand into his pants to fist his already-stiff cock, the other clasped onto his mouth to try and muffle the sound of your names falling from his lips.
And he doesn't even feel that guilty about it anymore. Not since the first time he heard you calling their names.
No, he doesn't feel bad now that he knows you're also imagining him, imagining Toji, imagining him and Toji together whenever you're stuffing two little fingers into your cunt.
It's exactly what you're doing right now— out in the living room because you couldn't even wait to make it to your bedroom. Legs spread wide as you writhe on the couch that smells like your two roommates, a sticky mess coating your hand as you rub sloppy circles on your clit.
You know what they're doing every time they go in the bathroom with one another.
It used to piss you off— it still kind of does— the fact that you haven't been invited. But you can't find it in yourself to stay mad when your mind starts conjuring up vivid images of the two of them. You imagine what they might be saying to one another, what they might be saying about you. You imagine the way their sweat must be rolling over their chests and down their backs, mixing in with the rivulets of bath water as they pant, their breaths mingling.
"Course I'm jackin' off. Y'won't let me fuckin'— fuck— do anything else," Sukuna groans, irritation seeping back into his emotions.
Toji hums, eyes glinting with something that makes Sukuna's stomach flip and his cock jump. "I'll let ya fuck her if you give me somethin' else."
Sukuna's eyebrow raises at that, an indication of his intrigue, urging Toji to continue.
"Suck me off. Then you can."
"Fuck no, that's gay."
A sharp laugh escapes Toji, he'd really thought that Sukuna was past that part but apparently he's still coming to terms with some things. "You think this isn't?
"'m not— sh-shit— suckin' your cock," Sukuna grits out between broken moans.
It's taking every ounce of Sukuna's brainpower to keep responding to Toji as his orgasm looms overhead. It's rising embarrassingly fast, threatening to crash over him with every drag of Toji's thumb over his cockhead and every filthy word that spills from his roommate's mouth.
And it's only worse now that Toji's planted the idea in his head.
Sukuna can feel his composure slipping even faster as images flash through his mind. He can imagine what it would be like— Toji's dick gliding along his tongue, his jaw aching from being stretched wide open to accommodate the girth. His knees pressed hard into the porcelain tub and a rough grip in his hair, guiding him however Toji wants. Faster, deeper, until the back of his throat is bruised and being painted white.
A sound much too close to a whimper bubbles up from Sukuna's throat as he feels his cock start twitching.
"Then y'cant fuck her." There's a smirk playing at Toji's lips because he knows that Sukuna's about to cum.
No matter how much the tattooed man grumbles with feigned disgust towards Toji's desires, the truth is that each time he suggests they try something else, just a minute later he'll have Sukuna grunting out his name, leaving his hand is a gooey mess.
"God 'm gonna bust—" Sukuna groans, a guttural sound that echoes off the tile walls around them.
The two men are practically fucking themselves into each other's fists now, hips rolling as they stand inches apart. Foreheads pressed together, they're both staring straight down, entranced by the view of their arms crossed, their hands wrapped snug around the other's cocks. Each thrust pushes their flushed tips further out of their grasps until they're rubbing up against one another. Shower water and precum smearing between the undersides of their shafts as they glide together.
"Mmm, y'like that?" Toji drawls, tongue licking at the corner of his watering mouth. He spits down, a fat glob landing on their heads, rolling down between them. "Fuckin' nasty. Never gotten this close have we, pretty boy? You like watchin' our dicks rub together?"
"Fuck, yeah," Sukuna pants. He can feel the sweat forming on his forehead just to get washed away, the back of his neck burning as he brings his other hand down to tug at his balls.
"Know you're close— c'mon, want ya to cum all over both our cocks. Lemme feel the mess you're gonna make." Toji's voice is addictive. Each word easily coaxing Sukuna's orgasm to the surface leaving his hips stuttering and his fingers squeezing tighter as he feels his balls and Toji's cock both twitching in his palms.
And Sukuna cums hard. A whole body reaction as his muscles tense and his body shakes, he can't stop the shout of Toji's name that tumbles out as seemingly endless spurts white spill onto his cock, Toji's cock, their hands, the shower floor before getting washed down the drain.
"Holy shit." The sight alone sends Toji falling off of his peak right after, his hand gripping Sukuna's nape. Toji ruts into Sukuna's fist faster, craving a rougher friction until his spend is seeping between his fingers like glue. Whatever hasn't been washed away clings to their skin, forming translucent webs of their seed as they finally pull their hands back from one another.
Toji's chest is heaving when he leans away, lips slightly parted as he and Sukuna look on at one another silently. That is, until Toji starts to laugh.
"The fuck is so funny?" Sukuna's scowling again already, a result of his post-nut clarity being amplified from Toji's outburst.
"Nothin', you just really did make a mess."
Sukuna's jaw drops at that. No matter how often the two of them get off together, he's still warming up to the idea of actually talking about it afterwards. He'd much prefer if they just finished up the shower normally and continued to go about their days.
"Half of that shit was you!" Sukuna shouts, eyes squinting as water splashes on them. "Just shut the fuck up and wash your greasy hair."
Things continue the way they are for the rest of the month. Which means weeks of endless teasing, endless flirting from both Toji and Sukuna, and still Toji is the only one that ever gives you more. He's the only one that follows you back to your room when you whisper in his ear about what you need him to do to you.
He's always happy to indulge. Cock already stiff by the time he slides your panties down your thighs and slots himself between them. Tip already leaking even before he presses inside your heat, stretching you open, watching your back arch off the mattress with a saccharine moan of his name.
But no matter how many times you sit yourself on Sukuna's lap with your arms slung around his neck and lips brushing the curve of his ear— he never breaks. Even when you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your ass and you can hear how his breath catches in his throat.
He'll just chuckle, deep and strained as he plants two hands on your hips and lifts you off of him before standing and retreating to the bathroom or his bedroom.
You know he's taking care of himself in there. Or Toji is. So why the fuck won't he let you?
You're certain that they can tell that you're fraying at the edges.
You catch some of the shared glances they cast each other whenever you snap at one of them for crowding your personal space— something you never minded before. You notice the slight waver in Sukuna's hand before he places it around your shoulder during movie night, and the way Toji's eyes constantly flit down to his own hand on your thigh like he's making sure you didn't cut it off when he wasn't looking.
It's making you feel like you're crazy.
Never in your life have you seen someone so clearly attracted to you who also acts like it would be a crime to actually have sex with you. So you decide that you're done putting yourself out there and playing into their games.
Next movie night, you sit on the end of the couch instead of the middle, where you usually are sandwiched between them. When they walk in it's clear they're not expecting it. Both men pause in their tracks for a brief moment, beers in hand as they look at you quietly before finally sitting down awkwardly.
Sukuna's in the middle now, and Toji's in his usual spot on the other end of the couch.
"Here," Sukuna turns, holding a beer out for you to take.
You barely look at him when you grab it, muttering a flat 'thanks,' under your breath. His gaze lingers, mouth slightly agape like he's considering saying something else before it closes and he shifts to give his attention to Toji.
Toji always gets his attention.
Taking a swig of your drink, cold and carbonated, it's as bitter on your tongue as the jealousy twisting in your chest.
"What movie were you thinking about?" Sukuna asks, nursing his own beer.
Toji just shrugs, reaching for the remote with a grunt before reclining into the couch, "don't care, up to you guys." Legs spread wide, his thigh is pressed flat against the side of Sukuna's, his free arm slung around the back of his seat as he turns on the TV.
Sukuna looks at you once more, eyes met with the side of your face as you continue to stare straight ahead. "What do you wanna watch, princess?"
You fight against the twitch pulling at a corner of your lips, stubbornly determined to keep your mouth set into a straight line. "I don't care, something good."
A soft chuckle comes from the other end of the couch. It's obvious you're pissed off, and Toji should probably feel bad for finding it to be amusing but he can't. Not with the way you're cutely pouting, avoiding their eyes as you grumble whenever they talk to you. Maybe he'd be more worried if he wasn't so sure that there was no way you'd be able to stay mad at them.
There was always a way to make you forgive them.
Sukuna didn't look so sure. His eyebrows pulling together as he looks on at you barely acknowledging him.
"Go on, Sukuna," Toji muses, "put on 'something good'."
You flash Toji a glare, annoyed at his mocking tone which made it obvious that he wasn't taking your ire seriously. You're going to make this movie night as difficult as possible for them.
Every movie that Sukuna suggested, you said no to.
"This one? It's a thriller, I heard it's good."
"No, don't feel like a thriller tonight."
"Okay… horror? Could watch a slasher."
"Ew. Too much gore, I don't want to see that right now."
Sukuna sighs, clearly frustrated but trying not to piss you off further by expressing it. "Fine, want to watch one of those girly movies you like? 'Chick flick' or some shit."
That pulls a small glance from you out of the corner of your eye, when he continues, "Mean girls? Legally blonde? You love those."
"Not in the mood." That one hurt to say no to.
And finally, Sukuna reached his limit. You were being impossible. "Alright," he sets his beer down, arms crossing in front of his chest as he leans back to get a better look at you. "The fuck is wrong?"
Your eyes narrow into slits, mouth tugging into a frown. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously. Trying to make you feel better by lettin' you pick the movie and you're bein' difficult, so what's wrong?"
"I don't care what stupid movie we watch," you snap, causing Toji's eyes to widen slightly.
Sukuna swears there's got to be a vein bulging in his forehead by now, his voice raising slightly, "then what the fuck do you want from me?"
If only there was some popcorn for Toji, this beats any movie.
"Nothing! I just—" you pause, hesitant to continue your sentence. If you tell him what's really bothering you and he turns you down, that could potentially lead to some tension between all the roommates, and you don't want to ruin your living situation.
"You just…?" Sukuna's eyebrows raise as he looks at you expectantly. Each beat of silence that passes causes the pit in your stomach to grow as you wage an internal battle over how to respond. "Spit it out, princess."
Your eye twitches at the pet name. One you secretly adore, though it makes your chest hurt now, serving as a reminder of what you don't have. You used to be so certain that he used it because he meant it— and now you don't know. The word rolling off his tongue with sincerity, by the time it reaches your ears your own emotions have twisted it into mockery.
"Don't call me that," you mutter, eyes downcast as you grip your beer in both hands, the aluminum crinkling slightly. "Not unless you mean it."
Toji's eyebrows fly up now, looking on with intrigue at the scene unfolding in front of him. He's already caught on to the true issue, but given the confusion written all over Sukuna's face, it's clear that he still hasn't.
"What are you talking about?" Sukuna near shouts, more frustrated by his own lack of understanding than the fact that you're giving him attitude.
He hates this.
He hates the way you won't look at him, and the way your voice is small when you're normally overflowing with confidence. He hates that he doesn't know what's bothering you, because you won't just tell him what the issue is. And he hates that Toji is behind him snickering throughout this whole conversation, clearly picking up on something that he hasn't.
"You've been a brat for almost a week now," Sukuna starts, voice low but sharp, finally pulling your gaze up to his, "and I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what the hell the problem is, so just fuckin' tell me."
"You're my problem!"
"Um—"
"You want Sukuna, ain't that right, baby?" Toji coos.
A flush of embarrassment sears under your skin from Toji calling you out so bluntly, but Sukuna speaks before it can fester for too long.
"You seriously think I wouldn't want you?" His gaze is heavy, trailing over your body. Your neck, your lips, your bare legs exposed by the little shorts you love to wear around the house, and your chest in your favorite cotton tank top.
"Well, I don't know—"
Toji stands up from the couch and stretches, flashing Sukuna a look in silent communication with the other man following suit after.
You watch them with curiosity as you sit silently, the rest of your sentence long forgotten.
Emerald eyes hold your gaze as Toji cocks his head to the side, motioning toward the hallway, "you lead the way."
Your insecurity slowly starts to dwindle, being replaced with a burning anticipation as you push past both men on a path back to your bedroom. They trail closely behind you, watching intently, the weight of their stares bringing goosebumps to your skin.
Once inside your room, the sight of your bed makes you pause. You're no stranger to sex, but a threesome was one of the things you'd never tried before.
And as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, Toji's arms wrap around you from behind, his lips brushing by your ear as his fingertips grasp the hem of your shirt.
"Strip."
Sukuna watches, his pupils blown wide and breathing heavy as you lift your arms, letting Toji slide your flimsy top over your head.
"Fuck." Sukuna's already hard, the view of your tits alone sending all the blood in his body straight to his dick.
"Perfect, huh?" Toji hums, thumbs dipping into the waistband of your shorts and tugging gently.
Sukuna can only nod, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he watches your shorts fall over your thighs, down your calves, and onto the floor where you step out of them.
"No panties?" Toji's voice rumbles in your ear, the space between your thighs that was already wet getting slicker at the sound of it. His eyes glide up, staring into Sukuna's as his hands drift along your stomach, "your turn."
Already shirtless, Sukuna wastes no time before hooking his fingers inside his shorts and briefs, pulling them both down together. Your eyes are transfixed on the scene in front of you as you watch the garments slide down his muscled legs, your breath hitching when his freed cock slaps up against his stomach before hanging down from its own weight.
They're both huge.
And that's not all. Your eyelids widen when you notice them— the two black lines tattooed around his shaft, just under the flushed head. So he did have more tattoos after all.
"God, look at you two," Toji groans, his own cock twitching with life. You're both naked now, so perfectly on display for him. It's not like it's something very new— he's already seen the two of you but this? Both of you before him at the same time?
His hands roam, moving to cup your tits, playing with them. Pinching at your nipples and tugging gently, Toji forces Sukuna to just watch as you let out a sigh, your head falling back onto his shoulder. It's obvious that Sukuna wants to move closer, wants to touch you himself and feel your skin on his but he can't yet. He hasn't earned it.
"Y'want him to fuck you?" Toji purrs behind you, rolling his hips, making sure you can feel the bulge in his sweats against your ass.
Your eyes cut up to Sukuna, his broad chest heaving as he wraps a hand around his dick, squeezing and pulling gently, working up to a lazy rhythm. You can't help but watch, saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight as you nod.
"You know what you have to do." He's not addressing you that time. Sukuna's jaw clenches as he weighs his reply, mind thinking back to their last shower together— what Toji had asked of him. "C'mon… look at her. So needy, she's already wet for you. Don't you wanna feel that?"
He's dangling you in front of Sukuna, teasing him with the reminder of how close he is to getting what he wants. A hand slides lower, over your hips before slipping between your thighs. It's intentional, the soft brush of his fingertips over your clit, just light enough to make your hips buck and pull a moan from your sweet lips— the final push Toji needed for Sukuna to finally break.
"Fuck, okay. Fine."
"Attaboy."
You look between the men for an answer as to what exactly they're talking about but they give you nothing, both just focused on one another as Sukuna steps towards you.
"You go sit on the bed— you're gonna watch for now, baby." Toji sends you off with a pat on your ass, grinning at the sight of you pouting at him over your shoulder while you move to kneel on the mattress. You probably would have put up more of an argument if you weren't so intrigued by whatever was going on between your other roommates.
"So you just want me to…" Sukuna trails off, his nerves setting in now that he's standing before Toji.
"On your knees, pretty boy." So that's what Toji wanted.
Sukuna hesitates, still fighting internally with himself over the situation. It's embarrassing. Being forced to his knees by Toji all while you're watching him, but he'd be lying if he said that wasn't actually turning him on more. One glance down and he can already see the way he's starting to leak pre from his flushed tip.
And he can tell you're just as into this as him and Toji are, which reassures him as he sinks to the floor, knees pressing into the rug. He moves slowly, hands gingerly reaching for Toji's waistband before starting to drag his sweatpants down over his hips. The tent in his pants is evident, the head of his cock catching on the fabric as Sukuna slides them off.
He's seen Toji plenty of times and still, Sukuna can't stop his jaw from hanging slack when he sees him again this time. His cock hangs heavy, all girth and veins, the angry red tip just inches away from Sukuna's face. Fuck, it looks so much bigger like this.
A feeling of respect flashes through him when he thinks about how many times you've probably done this already.
Pride swells inside Toji at the view of Sukuna at his feet, eyes wide and tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stares at Toji's length. That was easier than he expected it to be, but he has to give the credit to you. If it wasn't for you, all soft skin and sweet sounds in front of Sukuna, there's no way he would have folded that quickly.
But now, here Sukuna is, reaching out, a large hand gripping the base of Toji's cock.
"Eager now, huh?" Toji chuckles, earning him a glare from the other man.
"Shut up, don't fuckin' drag this out." The minute the words leave his mouth and he sees the smirk on Toji's lips, Sukuna knows he should have kept quiet.
"Y'know what?" Fingers furrow in Sukuna's hair, wrapping tight around the pink tresses and tugging harshly until he's forced to look up at Toji. "Beg."
The answer is immediate— "No."
"No? Guess you don't wanna fuck our pretty little roommate then." A sound akin to a growl gets stuck in Sukuna's throat. He's really going to pull that shit. "Poor thing, got all excited at the idea and now you're not gonna give her what she wants," Toji tuts, shaking his head with feigned disappointment.
"All ya had to do is say a few words, can't even do that?"
"Fucking fine," Sukuna snaps. He inhales deeply, exhaling with a long sigh before the words come out, small and shy and so not-Sukuna. "Please, Toji."
"You can do better than that. Beg to suck daddy's cock, c'mon."
Even your mouth falls open at that. You of all people know that Toji has a daddy kink— you found that out the first time you ever fucked him— but the last thing you expected was for him to rope Sukuna into it too.
Still, there's a smile playing at your lips.
You remember the teasing you had to endure from Sukuna after he'd heard you and Toji, you remember the frustration you felt for the last week because of him, the confusion and anger.
"Do it, Kuna," you whine, voice desperate in the way you make it whenever you need him to do something for you, "thought you wanted to fuck me."
The look on Toji's face could only be described as feral. You were fucking perfect. Jumping in like that, there's no way Sukuna would say no to you now, you knew that as well as anyone and you were taking full advantage of it.
Eyes shut, Sukuna's breathing deeply in a way that looks as though he's trying to swallow his pride, when in reality it's because his cock is throbbing. Blood pumping through it, he's pulsing in a way that leaves him aching for any sort of relief.
"Please—" Sukuna swallows loudly, tongue sitting heavy in his mouth, "please, daddy, let me suck your dick."
"Good boy," Toji unfurls his hand, patting Sukuna on the head a few times before letting it rest there, "now do it."
Your eyes are glued on the men in front of you, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you sit, entranced by their dynamic. It makes sense now. It's not that Sukuna didn't want to fuck you, he did, and that was the whole point. Toji loved keeping that from him knowing how much he craved you, because every day that went by where Sukuna wanted to give in to you but still chose not to— that was all because Toji said so.
And Sukuna was getting off on that too. He had no idea how much he was missing that kind of dominance until he was given it for the first time, and after that he was done for. So yeah, Sukuna wanted to fuck you, but more than that, he wanted Toji to tell him when.
Toji's cock twitches when Sukuna's breath hits it, hot and humid, a preview to what awaits him when his jaw falls slack, tongue lolling out. Still gripping the base with one hand, the other comes to rest on the back of Toji's thigh as Sukuna finally leans forward, tongue flat as he licks a slow, experimental stripe up the underside of Toji's shaft. He traces the vein that runs along the length before licking at the tip, lapping up the bead of precum that was sitting there.
Mildly salty, musky, the taste fills his mouth when he swirls his tongue around the head, eliciting a groan from the man above him.
"Quit teasin'." Toji's hand presses harder, urging Sukuna to give him more.
His jaw open as wide as it can go, Sukuna finally takes Toji into his warm mouth, tongue gliding along his cock as Sukuna takes him deeper. Inch by inch, he's breathing heavy through his nose until he gags when Toji hits the back of his throat. Toji's fingers tug on his hair, a natural instinct to the feeling of Sukuna's throat constricting around his length.
Spit is pooling in Sukuna's mouth each time he pulls off and sinks back down again, determined to take Toji further each time. He's consistent, his pace steady as he focuses on just trying to throat all of Toji's length. And by the time he does, saliva is dribbling out the corners of his sputtering lips, an obscene suction sound coming from him each time he slides up Toji's cock with his cheeks hollowed. But he can't even care to think about that when he finally feels the tip of his nose buried in the hair at Toji's base.
"That's it— takin' me so well. Showin' our pretty baby exactly how much you want her," Toji grunts, hand holding Sukuna down, practically choking him. He relishes in the way Sukuna's struggling to fit all of him in his mouth, and still, he does. He makes it fit so he won't disappoint.
Your thighs are slick with your arousal, glistening nearly as much as your sopping cunt when you slip a hand between them. You have imagined the two of them together a million times before but it was nothing compared to what you're seeing now.
A quiet moan falls from your bitten lips when your fingers reach your clit, rubbing little circles on it. It's so sensitive already and you've barely even been touched. Each brush of your fingertips leaves your thighs tensing and your brows furrowing until Toji's voice rings out again.
"What're you doin'?"
His eyes are dark, an unreadable expression on his face as he stares at you now, distracted for a moment from Sukuna.
"Uhm, touching myself…" you reply hesitantly. That makes Sukuna's cock throb.
"Don't remember sayin' you could do that," Toji drawls, his hand still guiding Sukuna's head as it bobs. "Get over here."
He gives you a hum of approval when you're finally kneeling next to Sukuna, a sound that makes your stomach turn. "Help him out, doll, put that slutty mouth to good use."
You shift slightly, adjusting your position until you're able to slot yourself in next to Sukuna. Spitting into your hands you reach one out toward Sukuna and the other toward Toji, but not without glancing up at him first, silently checking if it's okay.
When he doesn't say anything you wrap your manicured fingers around Sukuna's cock, the others reaching for Toji's balls. It's hard to find a rhythm. One hand trying to glide up and down, pumping along Sukuna's length, squeezing and twisting as you go, all while the other is cupping gently, tugging and rolling without squeezing too hard.
But each sound you're able to pull from the men is motivation for you to keep going, fumbling around until you're able to get the hang of it. Only then do you lean closer, tentatively sticking your tongue out until it meets your hand on Toji. You're lapping at his balls, spit smearing around the skin before opening your mouth wide and sucking. You divide your attention between each side, your hand focusing wherever your mouth isn't.
It's obscene. The squelching sound of saliva and tongues as you and Sukuna nearly devour the man towering over you, your cheeks hollowed and tongues flicking, swirling, moving in whatever way makes Toji groan the loudest or grip your hair the hardest.
"God damn, you guys are nasty," Toji grunts, hips rolling as he starts to fuck himself into Sukuna's mouth. "Didn't expect you to be so sloppy but you're— shit- quit gaggin'— you're fuckin' drooling all over my cock." His eyes slide to you, panning over your flushed face and watery eyes that are looking up at him with pure reverence. "You too, doll. Greedy mouth s'gonna suck me dry. Y'just love havin' my balls in your face, huh?"
Toji's abdomen hurts from how hard it's tensed, fighting to keep a semblance of composure so he doesn't find himself spilling down Sukuna's throat too early in the night. But neither of you is making it easy, each one leaving a glimmering trail of spit in your wake as you let him stuff your mouths until you can hardly breathe. You're both going to fucking ruin him.
"Fuuuck," Toji growls, his fists tightening in your hair as he lets his head fall forward. Black locks drip sweat onto your faces as you stare up at him, the first few salty tears starting to fall from your eyes. You look so pretty like this, sharing him so desperately, just content to be given any part of him.
It almost pains him to know that he won't be giving you much more of himself tonight.
"Thaaat's right, get it nice and wet jus' like that— 's all the lube you're gonna get, pretty boy."
Both your eyes and Sukuna's fly wide open at that, pulling a breathy laugh from Toji that's quickly cut off when Sukuna speeds up. The hand that was gripping the base is now moving in sync with Sukuna's mouth, sliding up and down Toji's shaft, spreading his spit around while his free hand grips the back of his thigh for stability.
He lets the spit that he used to swallow down pool in his mouth now, leaking out of his lips until everything is just that much wetter, messier. But that's when Toji reaches his limit. The unexpected change in pace left him reeling, his cock twitching against Sukuna's tongue until he finally yanks him off with one harsh tug on his hair.
You get the message, pulling off of Toji with a soft pop! and taking your hand off Sukuna, leaving the three of you panting.
"Shit, you two are gonna kill me."
A small smile graces your lips at the sight of Toji struggling to keep it together. It's welcome knowledge that you're having that much of an effect on him, and if the smirk on Sukuna's lips is any indication, he's definitely feeling the same way.
Your knees are rubbing together as you wriggle in place again, trying to get some friction and Toji notices, an eyebrow cocking as he looks down at you and grins.
"Poor thing," Toji coos with feigned sympathy, "so needy. That pussy just wants some attention, yeah?"
You nod, uttering a small 'please' that isn't missed by either of the men. That earns you a soft pat on the top of your head before Toji steps away from you and Sukuna. "Take care of our girl, pretty boy."
Sukuna's on you in a second. Hands gripping your waist as he practically throws you onto the bed, making you yelp. Calloused fingers trail up the insides of your thighs, pressing them apart as Sukuna slots himself between them. You're already dripping. Puffy cunt all shiny and wet, just waiting for someone to ravage it.
Inhaling deeply, a low groan rumbles in Sukuna's throat— he's been wanting this, wanting you, for so long.
Two fingers run between your folds, gathering your arousal before he brings them back to his lips. Slipping the digits into his mouth, Sukuna licks them clean, tongue swirling around them so he doesn't miss a single drop of you. And you taste so fucking sweet.
"So perfect," Sukuna breathes. He needs to taste you again, not just on his fingers, he wants purest form of you.
Tongue lolling out he licks a long stripe up between your lips, the muscle flicking at your clit at the top. Your hips jerk instinctively, trying to chase the feeling, and he's not holding anything back from you. His mouth closes around the sensitive bud, tongue swirling as he sucks gently.
"She's so responsive," Toji muses, Sukuna humming in agreement.
"Aah! Oh god—" you gasp, the vibrations in Sukuna's mouth making your legs tremble, thighs coming together around his head.
Toji wants to be the one eating you out so badly, but he can't because if Sukuna's going to take him later then he needs to be prepared, especially since it's his first time.
So now it's his turn to watch.
He watches as Sukuna uses the same two fingers to press inside your entrance, agonizingly slow as you try to roll your hips down onto them. He watches the way your face scrunches up, eyes shut and mouth falling open as the most addictive sounds fall from it.
His eyes are still locked on you when he kneels behind Sukuna, both hands coming down to his hips. Sukuna twitches, a tiny reaction of hesitation at the feeling of Toji's hands on him but he quickly relaxes into the touch. Toji's fingers dance along Sukuna's tanned skin, trailing over the swell of his ass before splaying out across both cheeks.
Still focused on you, Sukuna's eating you out like a man starved, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit all while pumping you full of his fingers. The digits curl with each thrust, searching for that spongy spot inside you that leaves you seeing stars.
He knows what Toji is doing. He knows why Toji's doing it too— but still that doesn't quell any of his shock when he finally feels the man's thumb trailing along the rim of his asshole. His whole body jolts as Toji keeps his ass spread open, teasing the hole with featherlight touches that make Sukuna's cock twitch against the mattress.
You want to watch but you're too lost in the feeling of Sukuna's tongue, his fingers, your own impending orgasm.
"Better be makin' her feel good," Toji murmurs, thumb pressing harder now against Sukuna's asshole. The tiniest whine falls from Sukuna's lips, muffled against your cunt as his face stays buried between your thighs, but Toji still hears it.
Letting the saliva collect in his mouth first, Toji spits a thick glob of it straight down onto his thumb. It's warm, wet as Toji smears it around, letting it work like lube when he finally pushes the digit in. That part's easy. Just one little finger, pumping slowly in and out, just trying to get everything loosened up.
Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Toji pull out all the way, only to feel two fingers teasing him now. He does his best to relax, to breathe through it and just focus on you but he falters, a whine spilling from your lips in complaint. He was pushing you so steadily towards your climax, each movement made with deliberate rhythm, and now it's inconsistent, the man bumbling around between your thighs.
"Wait, don't stop— please I'm so close, Kuna." You're rolling your hips again, trying to grind down against his face, your slick coating his nose and lips.
Toji tuts at Sukuna, shaking his head lightly before pressing both fingers in to the last knuckle. "Can't make her cum?" He's mocking, relishing in the fact that the words die on Sukuna's tongue the minute he starts scissoring his fingers, spreading them apart and stretching Sukuna open around them.
"I can, swear," Sukuna rasps, lips moving against your cunt.
"Really? Or do I need t' show you how to eat pussy? Make you watch while I have her cummin' all over my face like she should've already."
"Don't care who it is," you mewl, "jus' wanna cum, wanna cum so bad."
"Might not let you taste her again if ya don't give her what she wants."
That threat lingers in Sukuna's head, playing on repeat when he dives back in. Every ounce of his energy is poured into you. Even when Toji's pushing his fingers in faster, harder than before, Sukuna still keeps up his pace. Sukuna still curls his own fingers in the way that makes his name tumble from your lips, still wraps his mouth around your clit in the way that makes your back arch off the bed and your toes curl.
Your mind is hazy, void of thoughts except those about your impending release. All you can think about is the feeling of Sukuna's face buried in your crying cunt, his fingers stretching you out while Toji watches.
And when you cum, it’s overwhelming— your entire body convulsing on the bed as Sukuna’s arm pins your hips down, holding you in place as you gush, your arousal leaking onto his face while he ruts into the mattress.
He’s painfully hard, blood pumping through his cock from the taste of you and the feeling of Toji. But the minute you’re panting, chest rising and falling deeply as your body trembles with the aftershock of your orgasm, Sukuna’s left empty.
Toji pulls out slowly, carefully, admiring the way Sukuna’s body responds to every little touch.
“Good girl, look so pretty when you cum. Did he make you feel good?”
Your eyelashes flutter as you nod tiredly, “felt so good.”
“Told you I could,” Sukuna points out, his ego needing to prove a point to the man who was teasing him.
“You want me to praise you?” Toji’s grinning, moving beside the two of you to lay down on the bed. He knows the answer is yes, but whatever is left of Sukuna’s pride won’t let him say that out loud.
"C'mere," Toji nods, chin pointing at the space between his spread thighs. He's stroking his cock languidly, laid out like a king as he waits for Sukuna to crawl over to him. "Uh-uh, turn around— like that, yeah."
Sukuna is clearly out of his element as he shifts his hulking figure until he's straddling Toji with his back to him, both feet planted on the outside of Toji's legs. The older man wraps an arm around Sukuna's abdomen, fingers splayed out as he guides him to lean backwards into his chest.
You're watching in awe at the way they're fitting together, while wondering at the same time where you're supposed to be joining them.
Toji's hand stills around his base when his eyes find you. Gaze trailing over you as you fidget on the bed in front of them, obviously feeling unsure what to do with yourself. "Dollface," he pulls your attention back to him, "gonna need those little hands."
Smacking his length against the inside of Sukuna's thighs a few times, Toji waits for you to slip your fingers around him before he lets go, both hands moving to grip the backs of Sukuna's knees. Toji holds them up, keeping his legs spread wide and putting the tattooed man on full display for you.
One arm slung over his face, Sukna's trying to hide the deep red shade spreading across his cheeks. He can feel the weight of your stare as you pump Toji's cock a few times. This experience is completely new to him, apprehension swirling in his stomach, and still he swears he's never been more hard. It's honestly a bit ridiculous considering he's barely even been touched the entire night.
"Go on, put me where he needs me," Toji coos, his breath fanning against the side of Sukuna's neck as they both lean forward now to watch you.
Sukuna waits with bated breath, silently until he sucks in a gasp of air when he feels the tip of Toji's spit-soaked cock prodding at his asshole. Your lips agape, you're completely concentrated on the view before you.
You almost feel worried for Sukuna— you know how big Toji is, and you know how much bigger he feels when he's inside you. But you don't stop. You just keep angling his girth so when Toji rolls his hips you can witness the way the tip starts pressing past that tight ring of resistance.
"Shit," Sukuna grunts, body tensing in a way that makes Toji let out a hiss.
"Fuckin' relax or this is gonna take forever." He rolls his hips again, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.
Even with all the time Toji spent stretching Sukuna out it feels like there was no prep at all with the way he's practically strangling his cock. Tight walls clamping down like they can't decide if they're trying to suck him in or push him back out until finally Toji feels the head slip inside.
"Oh fuck, that feels—" Sukuna's own words are interrupted by a strained groan when Toji lifts his hips up off the bed, forcing himself deeper, "aah shit."
"Doin' so well," Toji groans, still working himself inside Sukuna inch by inch. He knows it's never easy your first time, he knows he isn't small either, and still it doesn't take long until he's over halfway buried inside Sukuna's ass. "Takin' this cock like a pro, such a good boy isn't he?"
You're nodding fervently, your hands now at your sides as you watch. "He is," you answer honestly. "Kuna, you're doing so good. You guys are so hot," you whine, hips wiggling on the bed. The praise makes Sukuna's stomach flip, a newfound sense of determination taking over when he rolls his own hips downward eliciting a sharp grunt from Toji when he bottoms out.
Sukuna's never felt so full.
Is this what you feel like every time you're getting fucked?
No wonder you're constantly acting like you're in heat whenever you're around them— poor cunt just craving the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. He can understand why you're so desperate now.
"Look at that— wasn't so hard now, was it?" Toji teases, earning an incoherent grumble from Sukuna.
"Please," you squeak, that exact feeling of desperation starting to overtake you. You're aching. You already came once and now you're just being left alone, all sticky and sensitive while they're both laid out in front of you. "What about me?"
Toji tuts, his hands sliding up Sukuna's thighs until they rest on his hips. "Our pretty girl thinks we forgot about her."
Sukuna lets out a choked laugh, trying to hide the fact that he is not sure what Toji has planned for you either.
"Climb on, dollface—" you start crawling immediately, moving on your hands and knees until you're now straddling both of them. "Just like that, you wanna ride him?"
You're already nodding your head again when Sukuna cuts in, "w-wait, you gonna support the both of us?"
"Course I am," Toji answers easily, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Honestly, you hadn't even considered he might not be able to. I mean, the man was in the gym every single day, there wasn't much he couldn't do.
You don't give Sukuna any more time to worry about the logistics, choosing instead to grind your hips against him. Looking him in the eyes while you glide your slick folds along the length of his cock, once, twice, three times until the entire thing is coated in your arousal.
"Fuckin' tease," Sukuna grunts, a hand coming up to land a harsh smack! on your ass, sending you falling forward. Your hands plant beside their heads, the softest whimper escaping you when Sukuna slaps the same place again. "Such a goddamn brat. Been waiting for this shit for weeks."
His tone carries a dangerous edge that makes your core burn. Rough fingertips dig into the fat of your ass, and using his grip, Sukuna lifts you up and slams you back down onto him in one fluid motion.
"Fuck! Kuna—" you gasp. Fully sheathed in one thrust, he's stretching out your gummy walls so nicely, your thighs quivering and pussy throbbing.
"Squeezin' me so tight, fuckin' pussy was made f'me." His voice is low in your ear, crimson irises locked on you as you let out a shaky breath.
"That pussy's perfect, ain't it?" Toji grunts, giving the two of you just a moment to adjust before moving.
"S-so perfect— ah shit! Chill—"
With his hands on Sukuna's hips and his feet flat on the mattress, Toji lifted his hips off the bed in one brutal thrust. Cock sliding halfway out of Sukuna before slamming back in, the force of it making your hips move. It was overwhelming the way Toji set such a mean pace right off the bat.
His hips slapping up against Sukuna's ass, over and over, making sure he was burying himself to the base each time. Sukuna had never felt anything like it. His tight hole being filled up while your sopping pussy is clenching down around his cock at the same time. Stuck between you two there was nothing he could do but sit there and take it.
But it's not like you were much better. You tried to grind down on Sukuna, tried to plant your feet and bounce your hips up and down just for Toji's pace to take over and leave you helpless. Hands on Sukuna's chest as your head lolls back, you're arched so perfectly, ass jiggling and tits bouncing every time Sukuna's cock is forced back inside you.
"Ohmygod, f-fuck— Toji, Kuna-aah!" You're whining, brows knit together as you look down at Sukuna now. His hands are digging painfully into your hips as he tries not to lose every thought in his head.
You look so fucking perfect like this though. Face showing nothing but need, eyes all glossy as you pant above him, babbling whatever unfinished sentences make it out.
"Feels so good," Sukuna moans, and you give a pathetic mhmm in agreement that makes Toji chuckle.
"Yeah, feels good? Gonna cum and make a mess?" He's not even addressing anyone in particular, just talking to the room because he knows that both you and Sukuna can barely even give him much of a reply.
But still, you try. "Y-yeah, gonna mmfuck—" you mewl, eyes clamping shut when your puffy clit rubs against Sukuna's stomach. The stimulation makes you jolt, legs twitching as your arousal seeps down around Sukuna's base forming a creamy white ring.
Teetering on the edge of his climax, Sukuna's trying to hold it back as much as he can but he knows he won't last much longer. Fucking embarrassing. It's only been a few minutes with him inside you and he's already about to cum.
Except that you're even closer. You're moaning a slew of curses followed by their names, mouth parted in a perfect "o" as your back arches further, cunt pressing down harder against Sukuna's abs as you chase the feeling of his rough skin rubbing against your clit.
The sounds filling the room are lewd. The squelching wet sound of your pussy sucking in Sukuna's cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy panting filling any silences.
"Shit 'm cumming, where—"
"Inside," you rasp, voice tired already, "Please, Kuna, need it— need you so bad."
"Fuuuck, yeah, gonna cum inside you, you want that?"
"Yes! yesyesyes," that word is stuck on repeat when you hear Sukuna let out a guttural groan. His cock twitches, balls constricting before shooting sticky, white ropes of his cum inside your poor pussy, velvety walls coated with his spend before it starts to leak out.
"Such a good slut, bet she's takin' every last drop— god— bet you will too, huh?" Toji's rhythm doesn't slow, it only gets faster the closer he gets to his own release. The pace turning cruel as it pushes Sukuna into the realm of overstimulation.
"H-hold on," Sukuna grunts before a whimper falls from his lips when you keen, crying out a mix of both men's names as your cunt clamps down around Sukuna's softening cock, milking him for all he's worth when you cum.
It's too much. Your sloppy pussy gushing around Sukuna, pushing even more of his seed out until it's dripping down onto his balls, down onto Toji's balls, all while his asshole is still getting stretched open.
"I can't, hold up—"
"'s too much! Tojiii," you fill in what Sukuna was scared he was going to have to say.
"You'll take it, you both will. I know two sluts like you aren't fuckin' complaining already." Toji's tone was gruff but in all honesty, he was close, and the shit spilling from both of your mouths was only driving him further to the edge. The neediness in your voice and the way Sukuna's was tense, Toji loved knowing he was the one causing it all.
"S-so sensitive," you mewl, sweat beading on your forehead as little salty tears form in your waterline with each press of your clit against Sukuna's stomach. "Daddy, please— I c-can't, need you to cum."
You don't even care how humiliating it is, or how pathetic you sound at this point. You know what Toji likes to hear, and you're determined to get what you want.
"Fuck, doll— sound so pretty when you beg like that," Toji groans, a low sound deep in his chest. "Don't worry, gonna fill this tight little hole, fuck my cum back into it—"
Sukuna can't stop the moan that tumbles out, his cock jumping again at Toji's words, the feeling making you jolt. He isn't sure how he's able to get hard again already, but it hurts the way he's getting stiff inside you now, needing to spread you open around him just to make it fit again.
"Kuna! Sh-shit."
"'m sorry, baby, can't help it."
"You hard again?" Toji breathes, sweaty hands adjusting their grips on Sukuna's hips. He doesn't last another minute.
The feeling of Sukuna's ass tightening around him with each thrust, the feeling of your cum mixed with Sukuna's dripping down onto him, the sounds of your whimpers and the knowledge that through everything Sukuna's already stretching you out again— no one can blame him when he finally breaks.
Letting out the loudest grunt, Toji's fingers dig into Sukuna's skin, his hips stuttering before stilling as his cum spills out. Hot and messy, he fills Sukuna with his seed, hips still rolling to push it back in even though it's already starting to leak out around the base.
With that he finally collapses back onto the bed, limbs limp and heavy with exhaustion, his body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You're the first to move, urging your weak knees to work as you slide off of Sukuna with whimper, the man letting out a long sigh at the sight of more cum seeping out of your cunt, webs of white connecting you to him.
"You guys are insane," Toji pants, "I'm exhausted."
"Us? That was all your idea," you remind him as you flop down on the bed.
Sukuna doesn't say much, just moving cautiously as he shifts to sit up. Wincing, he finally tries to move off of Toji, who just lays there, hands behind his head as he watches with mild interest.
"Fuck, I'm gonna be so damn sore tomorrow," Sukuna complains.
You're giggling tiredly into your pillow, even though you and Toji will probably be in the exact same boat. But you can't even find it in yourself to care about that right now.
Your eyelids are heavy, sleep threatening to take over when the bed dips next to you. Sukuna fills the spot on the other side of you, kneeling beside your body before two large arms snake underneath you. Picking you up like you weigh nothing, he moves to carry you to the bathroom, Toji following closely behind.
Sukuna tries to ignore the feeling of something warm dripping down his thigh but Toji snickering behind him is making it hard, causing him to roll his eyes— but you haven't noticed.
"Let's get you cleaned up, princess." His voice is uncharacteristically soft, his hands gentle as they set you down on your wobbly legs, feet landing on the cold bathroom tile.
"You should hop in there too, you both need cleaned up," Toji says pointedly, gaze flitting between Sukuna's legs and the scowl on his face.
"You're not much better," Sukuna snaps, his own gaze lingering on Toji's half hard and cum-coated dick.
It's true, you were all a mess.
"Quit arguing, I'm tired," you sigh, turning on the shower.
"Sorry, princess."
"Sorry, doll."
The night ends with the three of you squished together under your sheets, legs tangled in a mess and Sukuna snoring much too loud. It took little convincing for you to get them to stay with you. Just a few bats of your lashes with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and they were folding, tucking themselves in next to you.
In the morning, you still felt the weight of an arm draped over your waist, the sheets warm from body heat as you twist, hands coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
Things remain the same for the most part.
None of you mention dating other people, choosing instead to stay ‘single’ and pour your energy into your own relationships with each other.
Movie nights become a little more frequent, though actually watching the movies is much less common.
And in the mornings, on the days when Sukuna's too lazy to make a latte, Toji makes his way to the cafe down the street, returning with three coffee cups and a brown paper bag full of pastries. He leaves you and Sukuna to your own devices, knowing that each time he opens the door again upon his arrival the two of you will be bickering in the kitchen.
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”with shapes.inc you can talk to your ocs!!” Dumbass. I’m already talking to them. In my head. “B-bbut what about your favourite charac-“ skill issue. In my head as well. get fucked.
summary: winning a skiing race against your rival means that you can ask him to do whatever you want - isn't he lucky that all you want is to fuck him?
word count: 5.8k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, begging, taunting, cunnilingus, piv, enemies to lovers, sukuna is a yearner, he really worships you lol
a/n: this can be read as a standalone but has been written as a part two for apres-ski! I recommend checking that out if you want more context to their ski race and dynamic!
“I was starting to wonder when we’d see you two! Get some good skiing done?”
Shoko greeted you as you stumbled back to the cabin, setting your skis aside and sitting down on the porch bench to loosen your boots. Sukuna wasn’t far behind, mimicking your actions with a deep sigh that told you he was deeply unhappy with the outcome on the mountain.
He’d challenged you to a race, a race that you’d won, which meant he was now beholden to your will.
“Incredible skiing.” You said with a grin, shooting a knowing look over at Sukuna.
It was a sweet victory, because you knew that he’d been certain that he was better than you, only to find that skiing was the one area in which his superiority wasn’t a given. You’d seen the disbelief on his face when you’d skidded to a halt seconds before him, your face a picture of smugness.
Since then he’d been quiet, embarrassingly somber on your walk back to the chalet that you and your friends were staying in. Clearly he’d been excited to win, excited for his reward of getting to fuck you, blue-balled at the realisation that he now had to do whatever you wanted.
It was sweet, really.
Although, it would’ve been even sweeter if not for the fact that all you really wanted was for him to fuck you and now you had to actually ask for it.
Humiliating.
You would’ve thrown the race on purpose if not for your own pride forcing you to never try anything but your utmost best in a competition.
“Everyone else is already down at the restaurant.” Shoko continued, stepping out of the chalet into the soft snow. “I was just about to head out - do you want me to wait for you guys?”
“No.” Both you and Sukuna said at the same time.
You caught the strange look that crossed Shoko’s pretty face, brows furrowing with confusion as she glanced at you. You’d always been vocal in your hatred for Sukuna, generally doing your best to avoid spending time with him at all when you weren’t competing with him over something - you’d certainly never opt to be alone with him.
“I- I need to shower and stuff, so I’ll be a while. You go on ahead.” You said, trying to offer some sort of explanation that Shoko wouldn’t question. You didn’t want anyone to know about what had happened between you and Sukuna on the chair lift earlier that afternoon, and you certainly didn’t want anyone to know what was about to transpire.
“Alright.”
She glanced between the two of you with something akin to amusement, as if she could barely contain herself. You tried to pretend that you didn’t notice, fully aware that Shoko would be pulling you aside at the first opportunity tomorrow to ask about the weird vibe.
But for now, she seemed happy to drop it.
“I’ll text you the restaurant address for later. Stay safe!” She added with a wink and grin, which made it all too obvious that she wasn't talking about the snow storm.
You let out a sigh as she disappeared off down the track, saying nothing to Sukuna and making your way into the house, leaving your ski boots by the door. He didn’t have to speak for you to know he was behind you, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor, drawing to a halt only when you stopped beside the couch.
“Alright, let's get it over with. What do you want from me?” He asked.
Turning around to face him, you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him this dejected before, his head slightly hung, sulking like some child who hadn’t gotten their way. He wasn’t a man who often tasted defeat - the type of person who almost always got their own way.
Little did he know, he was still going to get his own way tonight.
Not that you’d make it easy for him.
“Beg me for it.”
He raised his head in surprise, pupils dilating at your simple answer. For a moment his lips twisted up into his characteristic smirk before falling once more as he grabbed control over his expression. It was startlingly clear that he was trying not to get ahead of himself, but the flicker of hope was there in his deep red eyes.
“Beg you…for what?” He asked carefully, coy in the way that he eyed you up, still somehow appearing in control of the situation despite the fact that he was the loser here.
“You said that if you won you wanted to fuck me. But you lost, so I want you to beg for it and maybe I’ll let it happen.”
He practically beamed. “Ah, so you do want me then. I wasn’t quite sure.”
You frowned, not sure how he’d turned this situation around on you. This was supposed to be a humiliation for him, it was meant to be embarrassing for him to have to beg you to give him what he wanted. And yet he seemed the opposite of humiliated - perhaps elated would be a more fitting word.
“I want to see you grovel, there’s nothing more to it.” You were quick to clarify.
“Mmm, since you won you could’ve put me in any range of humiliating situations without having to fuck me afterwards.” He leant closer to you, breath warm against your face. “And yet, this is the option you chose. How curious.”
Your face was heating up, frustrated that things weren’t going the way that you wanted them to. For a second you considered telling him to forget it, that you’d come up with some horrible punishment for him instead of whatever the hell this was.
Although the issue with that was that you actually did want to fuck him.
Whether it was the adrenaline or something else, you weren’t exactly sure, but you were desperately needy for him in some inexplicable manner.
“Shut up.” You mumbled, fully aware that the command had no real weight to it.
He chuckled softly, ignoring your order. “I’m not complaining, I’ve wanted this for a while. Based on how wet you were on the chairlift I think you’ve secretly wanted it too. You’re just too proud to admit it.”
Your throat felt tight, uncomfortable as you tried to swallow, feeling strangely small under the weight of Sukuna’s confident gaze. There it was, his incredible skill at putting you firmly on the backfoot. Your mind wasn’t sure what it needed to tackle first - the fact that you did secretly want it, or the world-shaking realisation that he’d wanted you for a while.
“But don’t you worry, baby - I’ll give you what you want.”
You opened your mouth to argue, to attempt to point out that he was the one that wanted this, that he was the one who should be red in the face rather than you. Unfortunately, the protest died on your lips as he knelt down before you, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, crimson eyes glistening as he stared up at you from below.
Tantalisingly slowly, his fingers traced up the fabric of your ski pants until they reached the waist. His hands began to busy themselves with undoing the buttons, only for you to reach out and shakily grab his wrist, preventing him from continuing.
“I don’t hear any begging.”
A wide grin spread over his handsome face, his hands dropping back down to his sides in compliance. You were glad that you’d managed to keep your voice even, already finding yourself swept up with the same lust that had overcome you on your chairlift ride earlier in the afternoon.
“Please.” His voice was deep and husky. “Let me taste you, baby. Been dreaming about it for longer than you can imagine, please let me make you feel good.”
Lips parted, you found your thighs instinctively clenching together at his words. You swallowed carefully, attempting to avoid the gasp that wanted to leap from your throat. You’d expected more hesitance, more frustration or embarrassment from the man on his knees before you. His keen desire had you thrown off.
His words were so earnest, pouring from his lips as if he was actually telling the truth, like he wasn’t doing this with the sole intent of fulfilling some impulsive carnal pleasure. Like he’d actually been dreaming of it for months now.
“Just let me show you what I can do.” He continued, taking your silence as his cue to keep trying, not quite catching onto the fact that his first statement alone had already made your brain short circuit. “You’ll realise that I’m worth all the trouble once I've got my tongue on you, I promise.”
His fingers were creeping back up your legs now, your hands twitching at your sides in anticipation. It almost frustrated you to learn that he knew he was causing you trouble, that he had a genuine awareness of the fact he’d been the greatest force of frustration in your life over the past two years, but all you could really focus on was the idea that he’d be worth the suffering he’d caused you.
If the way that he’d touched you on the chairlift was anything to go by, he probably wasn’t exaggerating.
“You’re so pretty.” He mused, fingers reaching the waist of your ski-pants once more without your hand reaching down to stop him this time. “You’ve got no idea how riled up I get when you’re competing with me at something, that determined look on your face always makes me so hard.”
Breath hitching, he popped open the button at your waist, sliding the waterproof fabric down your legs. You were grateful that someone in your friend's group had the sense to light the fire when they’d arrived back from the slopes, taking away the cool edge as a breeze hit your exposed thighs.
Leaning forward, he began to press soft kisses up the inside of your thigh, your heart fluttering with each gentle touch of his lips against your skin. It was an odd feeling of need coupled with bashfullness, feeling awfully exposed to be standing before him like this, as if he hadn’t had his fingers buried inside you mere hours ago.
“Wish you wouldn’t play so hard to get.” He mumbled between kisses. “It's okay to want me, you know. God knows I want you.”
“I don’t-”
“You don’t?” He pulled back for a second, red eyes shimmering as he peered up at you. “Tell me to stop then.”
You stared back at him unmoving, because you both knew that you weren’t going to do that. You did want him, you really did, you had for longer than you wanted to admit to. Rivalries aren’t born from feelings of apathy, if you didn’t care about him you wouldn’t bother to compete in the first place.
This was a simple matter of there being a very thin line between love and hate.
There was no point in continuing to deny the effect that he had on you. You’d spent many a shameful night in bed with your hand between your thighs pretending that you were worked up about something else but perfectly aware that there was always a common factor in your horniness - it always came about after competing with him on one thing or another.
The two of you clearly had that in common.
He was just more honest about it than you were.
“That’s what I thought.” He said, your silence ringing louder than words ever would.
Getting back to the task at hand, he continued his onslaught of kisses up your thigh, only hesitating where he met the edge of your panties. Your legs twitched at the proximity, heart picking up as his fingers swiped over the fabric. It was already damp, whether from the events of the last five minutes or remnants of your earlier encounter, you weren’t quite sure.
Not that it mattered.
His thumb brushed over your clit through the thin fabric, taking note of the way you bit down on your lip, a shiver crawling up your spine.
“So, are you this wet all the time, or is this just for me?” He asked with shit-eating grin, fingers tracing over the damp patch.
You chose the high road and said nothing, brow furrowing in displeasure at his taunt. It was easy to get your own back when his fingers tugged at the edge of the garment, only for you to stop him once again with your hand curling around his thick wrist.
“Do it through the fabric. I don’t think you deserve to taste me properly yet.”
This time the command did come out all shaky, making it abundantly clear that you weren’t generally the type to be in control in this type of situation. It was relatively out of your comfort zone, with you usually allowing the other person to take the lead when you had sex. But you had to remember that Sukuna was at your mercy right now, and you needed to abuse that fact.
He couldn’t expect to just get away with his snarky comments unscathed.
“Mmmm want me to earn it, baby? As you wish.”
His breath fanned hot against your clothed pussy, fingers mapping out the area for a few excruciatingly slow moments before his nose nudged against your clit, tongue darting out and licking a wet line up the cotton.
Somehow, having him do this with your panties still on felt more lewd than taking them off entirely.
The fabric was sticking to your pussy more noticeably now, allowing Sukuna to make out all the ridges and features as if you were already bare before him. He didn’t seem the least bit deterred by the scenario, making the best of what he’d been given and going to town on you. His tongue moved against you expertly, lavishing you with attention that had your toes curling.
Attention that made you wish that your panties weren’t in the way and dulling the sensation.
“T-take them off.” You said nervously, your hand tentatively tugging him back by his soft pink locks.
“Already?” He asked coyly, lips glistening with a mixture of your juices and his own saliva. “Thought I didn’t deserve it yet.”
Of course he was enjoying this. You really fucking hated him sometimes.
“You don’t deserve it, but I do.” You shot back, trying to regain control. “You said you’d make me feel good, and this isn’t enough.”
“Sure it isn’t.” He said with a low chuckle, licking his lips and tugging your panties down your legs in one swift motion, allowing them to pool around your ankles along with your ski pants. You squirmed at the sudden loss of cover, his breath unbearably hot against your exposed core.
His fingers got to work first, carefully spreading slick through your folds, Sukuna’s face uncomfortably close, giving you the feeling of being inspected and scrutinised by him. It felt embarrassing, and yet it had more wetness gathering between your thighs, his attention building desire within you.
“As pretty as I imagined.” He hummed, a phrase that had goosebumps rising on your thighs because you didn’t know what to do with the idea of him imagining you like this.
Not that you had much time to linger on the thought, tossing your head back in sheer pleasure at the sensation of his tongue moving carefully through your folds without any barrier in the way
It had been a while since someone had last eaten you out, mainly because the most action you’d gotten over the last few years was the odd handful of one night stands, encounters where the man involved had little interest in doing an act reserved for boyfriends. Those men were always self serving, spending a mediocre few minutes getting you riled up before fucking you and calling it a day.
Meanwhile, the one person you’d always despised was knelt between your legs, worshiping you in a way that made your head spin.
His name was on your lips, threatening to escape with each pointed flick of his tongue. You didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you whine, but it wasn’t so easy to hold back, tangling your hand in his hair and letting out a soft little groan.
You’d imagined that he’d mock you, that he’d pull back and shoot you that lazy smirk of his, making some frustrating comment teasing you about how clearly down bad you were. But he didn’t nothing of the sort - instead he seemed to double down on his efforts, fingers squeezing at your thighs, feasting on you like he was starved.
The whimpers started to fall freely from then on out, your free hand pressing against the arm of the couch behind you for support, legs trembling as he lapped enthusiastically at your sopping cunt, drawing careful lines from your opening up to your clit and back again.
It felt heavenly, especially as he snaked a hand up to build the pleasure further, his thumb rubbing against your sensitive clit while his mouth worked at your opening, cleaning the copious amount of slick dripping from you with each passing second.
You hadn’t realised how close you were to cumming until it hit you out of the blue, your vision going white, hand tugging hard at his soft hair. It felt like an effort to stay on your feet, thighs trembling desperately while waves of pleasure passed through you - the feeling only heightened by Sukuna’s continued efforts between your legs, holding you still and ensuring that he kept his mouth on you until you were thoroughly overstimulated.
He only stopped when you were pushing him away weakly, mumbling about how it was too much, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
Pulling away, your heart jumped at the sight before you - red eyes gazing up at you, drunk on lust, his lips and chin glossy with your slick.
“Delectable.” He hummed, a word that had you bright red with humiliation, scrambling to find metaphorical footing with him where he’d allow you none.
Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he rose to his feet, crashing his lips against yours in desperation, not unlike the way he’d kissed you earlier that day on the chairlift. Although, it was perhaps messier, with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, swallowing your feelings of embarrassment.
You let him take the lead from there, feeling almost boneless as he pushed you down onto the couch, caging you beneath his larger body. He unzipped your jacket swiftly, never breaking the kiss, simply pulling you up a little to allow your arms to slip free of the coat. His warm hands then moved to your base layer, opting to push the tight-fitting fabric up your body, not bothering to remove it completely.
It was only then that he pulled back from the kiss, gathering both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head before you could do anything to stop him. He gazed down at you hungrily, eyes trained on your sports bra, the one remaining item of modesty left on your body.
Pushing it up agonisingly slowly, he sucked in a breath at the sight of your breasts, his free hand instantly moving to touch them, fingers grazing over the soft curve all the way to one of your nipples, biting his lip as he pinched it ever so lightly.
Letting out a yelp, you flexed your hands in his grip, making a half-hearted attempt at escape. It was a venture to show your displeasure at being put at his mercy like this, to pretend that your pussy wasn’t clenching at the thrill of his dominance. Unfortunately your delight was painfully transparent.
“Look at you.” His red eyes dragged over your form, taking in each feature of your pretty body before meeting your anticipation-filled gaze. “I like seeing you like this.”
How you’d ended up almost fully naked while he still had all his clothes on, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t really mind, not with the pure reverence on his face at the sight of you. It wasn’t clear how you hadn’t caught on to Sukuna’s affections before, that the attention he paid you as a rival came from a place of love and desire - you’d been too caught up in your campaign to crush him to ever see it before.
Now, with his lips pressing kisses against your breasts, you were starting to understand that your interactions with him had qualified as flirting in his mind.
You were stupid.
Relaxing beneath him, you stopped wriggling in his grip, allowing yourself to enjoy his careful devotion to your body. He’d already shown you what he could do, how good he could make you feel. Even if you didn’t want to say it out loud, you liked the idea of him taking control, dominating you and making you feel good in the way only he knew how.
It felt wrong to admit to, considering how much time you’d invested into beating him at things. But your body knew what it wanted - even if your mind was falling behind on its ideology.
He took his time planting kisses all over your body, taking things slow, attentive in the way he watched how your body would react to each action, as if testing and taking notes for the future. It was almost frustrating, because all this teasing was dragging on for longer than you’d imagined, and you really just wanted him to fuck you.
Especially knowing that one of your friends could walk in through the front door any moment and the last thing you wanted was for someone to witness you and Sukuna in the situation you were in right now.
“Are you gonna get on with it or not?” Your question came out combative, in a way your words often did when it came to him.
He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, but saying nothing as he pulled away. His hand released your wrists, leaving you free and a little cold on the couch with the absence of his warm body on top of you.
Tantalisingly slowly, he removed his clothes, unzipping his red ski jacket first, allowing you to marvel at how fine he looked in his black compression shirt. Though, that was quickly discarded along with his baggy ski pants, allowing you an even finer view of what was underneath.
Your eyes trailed over his bare chest, swallowing as you took a few seconds to really appreciate the way he looked. Those were thoughts that you’d always fought hard to keep out of your mind, chastising yourself whenever you’d catch yourself thinking like that. Now that you’d given yourself permission things were different.
It had you feeling nervous, because he was one of the most attractive people you’d ever seen.
His abs were insanely chiseled, his tan skin contrasting beautifully with the dark lines of his tattoos which stretched down beneath his boxers, along with a pink happy trail that you were desperate to see the end of.
“You’ve gone quiet.” He commented, hands on his hips as he stared down at you. He knew why you’d gone quiet, that was clear in the way that he was dragging things out - in the way that his fingers were thrumming against the waist band of his boxers.
You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the bulge in the fabric, aware from the handjob that you’d given him earlier that he was massive, but still eager to see visually just how much he lived up to the rumors that you’d heard other girls spread about him.
“Is there something you want?” He was smirking, eyes narrowed in challenge, offering you a final hurdle of humiliation, like you weren’t the one who had all the power here. Mainly because you didn’t actually have any power at all since you wanted him to fuck you as much as he wanted to do it.
“I won the race, you can’t make me beg.” You said, almost childishly.
He shrugged. “Take it or leave it, baby. I told you what I wanted from you, I need you to use your words and tell me what you want from me.”
“As if you’d walk away otherwise.” You snorted, trying to pretend that you weren’t panicking inside, because what if he did just walk away, leaving you high and dry? You wouldn’t put it past him - as much as he wanted to have sex with you, you knew there was nothing he loved more than getting under your skin.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to fuck you. I can wait longer.”
Your lips parted in disbelief as you stared back at him, wishing that he would crack first and spare you the humiliation of having to put your desire into words.
“All you have to do is ask, baby. Just stop lying to us both.”
His fingers were grazing over your thigh and up to your pussy, igniting a fire in your gut as he dragged a thumb firmly through your folds, pulling a whimper from your lips. You still felt sensitive in your post orgasm state, legs quivering beneath his touch.
Fuck it.
“I want you.” You mumbled, quiet enough to barely be audible, but you knew he caught it anyway.
“What was that?” He asked, smirk widening. “I’ll need you to speak up.”
You sighed, humiliation burning hot in your chest. “I want you, Sukuna. Please.”
His thumb was rubbing circles affectionately against your clit, his deep red gaze never leaving yours. “Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
“There we go.”
His fingers looped around the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down over his muscular thighs. Your eyes widened at the sight before you which confirmed all the rumors you’d heard as absolute truth. He was massive, cock hanging heavy, already beaded with precum. He looked all too happy at your reaction, fully aware of the thoughts racing through your mind right now about just how you were supposed to take that.
“Bigger than you thought?” He asked.
He really was the man who had it all, no wonder he was so self assured all the time. Smart, handsome, good at everything, and walking around with that between his legs - the manner in which the world had blessed him was staggeringly unfair.
“Adequate.” You choked out, and he laughed.
“In that case you won’t have any problems, huh?” He teased, clambering on top of you, pushing your legs apart to make space for himself in between them. You swallowed nervously, not wanting to inflate his ego by admitting that you’d never been with anyone anywhere near as big as him, and that you were in fact going to struggle to take it.
“Of course not.” It wasn’t a convincing lie. “Probably won’t even notice.”
He hummed with amusement, because unlike you, he wasn’t the type of person who would fall for the most obvious ragebait in the universe.
Rubbing the tip through your folds, he scrutinised your expression, taking note of the way that your lashes fluttered, lips parting each time his cock caught at your opening. The adrenaline of racing down mountains all day had been replaced by a new type of excitement born from this, an anticipation for the moment that his teasing would draw to a close.
He didn’t subject you to his torture for to long, leaning over and capturing your lips with his while one of his hands busied itself with lining his cock up at your entrance, his mouth swallowing your panicked whine as he slowly inched the tip into you.
The stretch was significant, your legs trembling at the intrusion, nails digging hard into his shoulders. Your eyes were squeezed shut, trying to focus on the kiss rather than the insane ache between your legs.
Thankfully he was going slow, easing himself in inch by inch, one hand squeezing your hip while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth tenderly, teeth nipping at your lower lip every now and then, a secondary pain to distract you from the way he was stretching you out.
It felt like all the air had left your lungs by the time he was fully sheathed within you, and it was only then that Sukuna broke the kiss, crimson irises carefully studying your expression.
“Still just adequate?” He asked, your furrowed brow giving away just how hard you were struggling. A twitch of his cock had you biting down hard on your lip.
You were fighting for your life, and he was teasing you.
“Maybe above average.” You managed to squeak out.
“Let me fuck you properly then.”
There wasn’t much of an opportunity to protest in the instant that he swept both of your legs up onto his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he leant over you, putting you in the nastiest press, red eyes meeting confidently with yours.
A pathetic gasp fell from your lips at how much deeper he felt, and if you weren’t struggling before, you certainly were now. Your eyes grew watery as he slowly withdrew himself before slamming back into you with a deep, pointed thrust that had you seeing stars.
From that moment onwards he made it clear that the period he was willing to allow you to adapt had now passed.
His hands were gripping your thighs firmly, fingernails leaving deep imprints in your soft skin, hips pistoning desperately, rewarding you with long, hard thrusts that seemed to hit your sweet spot with little effort, reaching places that you were almost sure had never been touched by any previous partner.
It was hard to keep track of what was happening, your smaller hands scratching at his wrists for purchase, doing your best to just hold on for the ride as his movements shook your body beneath him. It felt heavenly, the feeling of him filling you up, of each ridge of his cock rubbing so perfectly against your insides.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned, one hand coming down to your clit, rubbing it tenderly in an attempt to get you to loosen up. “The way you were talking earlier I thought you were experienced.”
“I am.” You hissed defensively, unable to find the will to explain that he was not like other men while he was all up in your guts like this, there just wasn’t enough air in your lungs for that.
“Wish you weren’t.” He huffed, testing your flexibility as he pressed you down further into the couch, stilling sheathed within you for a second as he leant down for a messy kiss, leaving you breathless as he pulled back. “Wanna be the only one who gets to see this.”
The tenderness of his words wasn’t lost on you, but any reflection was pushed swiftly to the back of your mind as he continued his onslaught, picking up the pace with his thrusts once more, thumb working at your clit, leaving you helpless and whining beneath him. You couldn’t help but admire him, covered in a sheen of sweat as he gazed down at you, muscles rippling with the effort.
It was clear that he was just as affected as you were, his cock twitching inside you with a regularity that told you he was close. But you were no better, constantly squeezing around him, the desperate desire in your gut more tangible than ever.
“Can you feel me, baby?” He murmured, grinning down at you as his hand pressed down on your abdomen, and for some reason that was what sent you flying over the edge. His voice sounded so good, his expression so pleasing, his cock so desperately deep inside of you. There was no chance of you holding out for a second longer.
You sobbed his name as you came, nails digging so hard into his forearms that you were certain you’d drawn blood - but if the way that his cock twitched erratically, signaling his own release, was anything to go by, you’d say that he liked a little bit of pain. He let out a deep groan of your name, rewarding you with a few more deep thrusts before letting your legs drop from his shoulders and laying down on top of you, pulling you into a lazy kiss.
It felt nice, awfully romantic to be tangled up with him like that, with his tongue in your mouth, cock softening inside you while his cum dripped down your thighs.
Yesterday’s you would’ve been livid if she were to witness such a scene, she’d demand to know why you’d compromised your morals in such an extreme way. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when Sukuna’s hands were soothing over your body so caringly.
“Can you be honest with me for once?” Sukuna whispered as he pulled away ever so slightly, his nose bumping against yours, red eyes flickering in the firelight. “Do you like me?”
You rolled your eyes, your pride telling you to say no and rip the rug out from underneath him because wouldn’t it be hilarious for Ryomen Sukuna to be denied something that he wanted? But you knew that denying reality would be shooting yourself in the foot too because right now your heart was pounding like crazy and you didn’t want the moment to end.
It wasn’t like you’d ever want to stop competing with him. You’d always want to put him in his place, to prove that you were better, stronger and smarter than him.
But it wasn’t like you couldn’t do this on the side.
Obliterating him on the slopes or at anything else and then making out with him until you were dizzy didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.
“I like you.” You mumbled, quiet enough that it was for his ears only, afraid that if you spoke too loud one of your friends would pop out from a hidden location and start making fun of you, pulling out that stupid rhetoric that everyone always brought up with you about how ‘there’s a thin line between love and hate’
God, if you and Sukuna actually became a thing you weren’t looking forward to the way that all your friends were going to react. Everyone had always said that your rivalry was more akin to sexual tension than anything else, and you hated that they were right. You were pretty sure they even had bets going on about how long it would take before the two of you fucked.
The amount of ‘I told you so’s’ would be insufferable.
“Glad to hear it, finally. Been flirting with you long enough.” He said with a lazy grin, his fingers playing with your hair.
You rolled your eyes once more, because that was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “Someone needs to teach you that being annoying doesn’t count as flirting.”
“Worked on you, didn’t it?”
a/n: i love them fr, she's totally sleeping in his bed tonight
I'm not sure if I'll do a third part ALTHOUGH I do love the idea of writing something about their friends finding out lol
summary: after years of hiding your identity and spending nights fighting off monsters, you're tired of being a magical girl - especially with a new villain known as the king of curses out to get you.
all you want is to be able to focus on your normal life, and when you finally meet a nice guy at a work event for your day job you figure that maybe things are looking up.
if only he wasn't the very villain who wanted you dead.
word count: 7.5k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, humor, betrayal, lying, yandere/obsessed sukuna, confusing feelings, loneliness, falling in love, mentions of past illness, hurt/comfort, manipulation, sukuna is evil but he's also very confused, true-form sukuna, enemies to lovers (and back to enemies and then to lovers LOL), this couple is a mess
a/n: this one is mainly fluff but the angst will be starting SOON
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Sleeping with someone on the first date probably wasn’t a good idea.
That thought had been running through your mind for the duration of your date with Sukuna. It wasn’t the type of thing that you’d ever done before, you just weren’t really that sort of person, you should’ve thanked him for a nice night and gone your separate ways.
But there was just something about Sukuna that had led you to throw caution to the wind.
It felt like he understood you, like he was one of the few people in the world who could truly see you. He was also extremely hot and that had ultimately finalised your decision to invite him in that evening.
And to say that he’d rewarded your bold choice with one of the best nights of your life would be a major understatement.
It was late into the morning when you finally awoke, with light streaming in through the curtains. Sukuna’s body was still there beside you, an arm thrown lazily over your midsection. He looked almost angelic in his sleep, eyelashes fluttering against his tattooed cheeks, lips parted softly.
You’d assumed that he’d be gone by the morning, that his interest in you had extended to a singular date and one night stand. You were glad that wasn’t the case. There had been a connection between the two of you last night that had felt profound, something that you weren’t keen to easily let go of.
There was a part of you that had assumed it was you overromanticising things - that your lack of social connection over the last few years had you reading into something that wasn’t there. Him still sleeping peacefully in your bed suggested that wasn’t a one way thing.
It was a rush that had you feeling like a teenager with a crush all over again.
Slipping carefully from his grip, you made your way quietly to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare. You’d figured that he’d awaken fairly quickly in your absence, but upon emerging to find him still blissfully asleep, you headed into the kitchen to make two cups of coffee.
It was the sound of the grinder that woke him up.
“Morning.” You practically jumped out of your skin at the feeling of soft hands on your waist, lips skimming against the bare skin of your neck. You hadn’t heard him entering the room, caught off guard by how a man so large could move so silently.
But your brain didn’t linger on the thought for too long, leaning back against him in total bliss, allowing him to plant more kisses up against your warm skin.
“Morning.” You hummed in return, goosebumps rising on your arms as his fingers slipped beneath the oversized t-shirt that you’d thrown on, tracing a line up your stomach all the way to the curve of your breasts.
Biting down on your lip, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together at the action. The dull ache from the previous night’s activities already forgotten in favor of lust for the man standing behind you. Unfortunately he refused to continue any further, stalling his movements at the sight of the two mugs on the counter.
“Making one for me?” He asked, his tone almost perplexed.
“Of course.”
What kind of a person wouldn’t make a drink for a guest in their house? Especially when said guest had spent several hours rearranging their guts in the most pleasing way.
You pulled away from him, reaching for the mug with an owl image on the side, holding it out for him. “Not sure what you’d usually drink but you seem like a black coffee kind of a guy, so…”
It felt almost nerve wracking to present the drink to him, caught off guard by the way that he was staring down at the offering in near disbelief. The expression was gone before you could question it though, his large hands wrapping around the cute mug, giving you a nod before taking a tentative sip.
“It's good.” He said, almost robotically.
“I can make you something else if you’d prefer? I make a good mocha.”
“No, that’s not- I am a black coffee type of guy.”
“Oh, good.” You said, breaking out into a smile, pleased that you’d guessed correctly.
Taking a sip of your own drink, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger over his muscular form. He was still half naked, wearing nothing but his boxers, allowing you to appreciate the tattoos that twisted over his chest and abs. He wasn’t the image of someone that you’d imagine to work in the legal department of a high profile company, but you certainly weren’t complaining about his aesthetic choices.
“You like the tattoos?” He asked, noticing the way you were staring at him.
“Mmm, they suit you.” You said plainly. “Did you get them all done at once, or?”
There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes at your question, as if it wasn’t something he was used to discussing. “Uh, yeah.” He said with a shrug. “Same kind of time period.”
Reaching out, your fingers traced over the inked rings around his wrist, noticing the way his fingers twitched ever so slightly at your touch. “Some of them must’ve hurt, you’ve got them in all kinds of sensitive areas.”
The ones on his thighs in particular must’ve been excruciating.
“I’ve got a high pain tolerance.”
You hummed softly, fingers moving to the lines on his chest, tracing them up to his broad shoulders. His keen gaze didn’t leave your face for even a moment, examining you carefully, in a manner that had you feeling almost nervous. He had a way of stripping you bare, giving the impression that he was capable of peeling back your layers and taking a peek below the surface.
He placed his coffee cup down on the counter, hands moving to your hips once more. “Do you have any plans today?” he asked.
You were quick to shake your head. It was humiliating, but outside of work and responding to a monster appearance, you never had any plans.
He didn’t need to know that though.
“Good, because I do.” He murmured, pressing his lips roughly against yours, your own mug of coffee left forgotten on the kitchen top for you to pour away later.
The rest of your morning passed in a similar manner to the way that your night had, tangled up in your sheets with a man who seemingly couldn’t get enough of you. He was infinitely more skilled than any of the men that you’d been with in the past, granting you his unwavering attention and letting you come undone on his cock in the best way.
He gave you a release that you didn’t realise you’d been needing for years.
It was like you were caught up in some dream, being treated with such reverence by a man that you never imagined would’ve given you a second glance. For a moment it had you feeling like your whole horrible life had been worth it if it was leading to this, if it allowed you to have him treat you like this.
For a few blissful hours you were able to focus on yourself without the weight of your magical girl contract pressing down on you.
That was the impact that his presence had.
He didn’t fail to send your head spinning, and the effect that he had on you led to your complete disorientation when later in the afternoon he asked you about something that you really should’ve hidden away better.
“This is beautiful.”
Your body was heavy on the mattress, eyes barely fighting off sleep, just about managing to figure out what it was that Sukuna was entranced by on your nightstand. He looked like some sort of renaissance statue, the setting sun illuminating the curves and muscles on his body, almost distracting you from the cold fear that ran through your blood.
He lifted the amulet carefully, the chain catching around his fingers, the shining jewel glistening in the golden light. His thumb grazed carefully over the gem, and you had to grit your teeth hard to try and conceal the agonising pain that arose from someone laying a hand on the item tethered so intimately with your soul.
It was a feature you weren’t aware of, a pain unlike anything you’d felt before - a blinding agony in your chest. It was almost as if his hand was wrapped around your beating heart, squeezing hard enough to constrict your breathing. The feeling was different to when monsters or villains had touched your amulet when it was on you - this felt desperate, defensive.
The amulet was warning you to protect it, to bring it back into your possession immediately or it would burn you from the inside out.
You needed Sukuna to put it down as soon as possible.
“Everything okay?” Sukuna was gazing at you, the amulet still firmly in his grasp, eyebrows furrowed with concern at the way that your breaths had grown shallow.
“Just feeling a little dizzy.” You said honestly, trying to focus on anything but the searing pain in your chest.
You tried not to glance at the amulet, unwilling to draw any further attention to it. You didn’t want him to look too closely at the thing, the item that was always so proudly displayed around your neck when you were Shining Star. It was stupid of you to leave it out for him to find, but in your defence, you hadn’t expected to bring him back here.
No one ever came round to your apartment, so you’d never made any effort to conceal it.
Stupid.
A defence was already on your lips if he asked, a claim that you were a big fan of the famous magical girl and subsequently had a replica of her prized item. But if he was aware of the jewelry's significance, he said nothing, placing it back down on the dresser in favor of stepping closer to you. The pain instantly yielded, your heart returning to its usual pace.
You had to hold back a sigh of relief.
“Did I fuck you too good?” He asked with an easy laugh, reaching out to test the temperature of your forehead with the back of his hand.
You giggled softly, shoulders dropping in relief at the swiftness with which he moved on.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Mmm. It won’t be the last time.”
Over the next few weeks, you saw Sukuna regularly.
It was as though a bond had been thoroughly formed on that first date, and after that he simply couldn’t get enough of your company.
You’d hidden the amulet away after that first little incident, keen to avoid him seeing it again and putting the pieces together, but there was a part of you that believed that you needn’t have worried. Sukuna seemed so smitten with you that he probably wouldn’t have the least bit of interest in the meaning behind your jewelry.
He was too busy giving you everything that you’d ever wanted, something that you never could’ve expected from a man who you’d thought would only be interested in a one night stand.
It felt nice.
He’d text you non-stop, grab food with you during your lunch break, spend evenings curled up on the sofa with you in your apartment, take you on cute little dates in the city, and spend every night worshipping you between the sheets of your bed.
Hell, now that your two companies were connected, there were a few times where he’d set up meetings with you under the guise of event planning, only to close the blinds of his private office and fuck you on his desk in the middle of a work day.
It was the most time that you’d spent with another person since becoming a magical girl, probably the happiest you’d felt since you’d signed that damn contract. For those few weeks you could almost convince yourself that you were a normal person living an ordinary life. You’d order takeout with your boyfriend and fall asleep on the sofa watching some movie just like every other lucky normal person.
The illusion would shatter a little any time you’d awaken with that telltale sickening feeling that a monster had risen up, but the number of monster incidents seemed to have decreased ever since you’d met Sukuna. There were no more hard situations like there had been over the last couple of months - things were back to the way they were before the King of Curses had shown up.
So even though you’d had to make up a few excuses to nip out late in the evening when you and Sukuna were settling down for bed, it hadn’t been anywhere near as difficult as you’d been expecting it to be. Even the media had commented on how quiet things had been lately, how little the world had seen of Shining Star over the past few weeks.
Perhaps this was just the world’s way of throwing you a bone.
Maybe the King of Curses had lost interest in you entirely. Perhaps for at least a while, you’d be able to live out some semblance of a normal life with a man who actually seemed interested in you for you, rather than someone who loved Shining Star.
Wouldn’t that be a novelty?
—
Sukuna was losing his mind.
He couldn’t quite put a finger on where things were going wrong, but he was more than aware that his plan wasn’t really panning out in the way that he’d intended.
For starters, the timeline had really fallen apart. He’d intended to spend a couple of weeks with you, lovebomb and manipulate until you were wrapped around his finger, and then destroy your life in the cruelest way possible.
And yet, somehow, he was now a month and a half into a relationship with you and he still hadn’t pulled the trigger. Hell, he’d barely taken any actions at all to make your life a misery lately, too busy spending nights in your bed to go out and raise monsters for you to fight. He’d told himself that was simply to avoid causing suspicion, but there was at least a part of him that knew better.
It was because he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from the warmth of your soft body.
A humiliating realisation for him, and one that had him throwing more darts than ever into the picture of your face that he had on the wall of his apartment. He was glad that you never pushed to hang out at his place, because he really didn’t want to take his beloved target down.
He’d gathered himself back together by resigning himself to the fact that his feelings weren’t within his own control. You were a magical girl, there was no doubt that you had some special charm magic responsible for the way that he was feeling - it was all artificial, made to emulate the sensation of love where there was none.
It was frustrating, the way that you so easily wriggled beneath his skin with each encounter. He’d reset each time, reinvigorate his hatred for you, only for holes to be blown straight through it with the soft touch of your fingers against his skin. You’d treat him with such care and reverence, do kind things for him like making him coffee any chance you’d get, showing a genuine interest and affection for him that no one ever really had.
You’d bring up foolish things like how painful his tattoos must’ve been to get, feigning concern as if you actually cared. As if it mattered to you that the markings were excruciating for him to receive, because they’d slowly etched themselves into his skin like someone had taken a jagged knife to him when he was just a child.
You had no right to ask him about that, to feign pity for him.
His tattoos were a sign of what he was, they branded him as the very thing that you hated, and yet there you were touching them and showing concern for him. He hated it, hated that your gentle nature and sympathy made his heart flutter. He hated you and your stupid fucking charm, your innate ability to get to him.
What was he supposed to do against such power?
Stick with the plan and execute when needed, that was all.
That was what was necessary.
It didn’t matter that he was having a genuinely good time with you, that his heart ached at the depths of your loneliness and despair, that he’d never felt better than when he was buried inside of you with your lips pressed against his.
None of that stuff mattered. Shining Star was evil, horrendous, and she needed to be purged. No amount of affection that he held for you was going to change that.
But that didn’t mean that he was having an easy time doing so.
Everything he needed was there. He had evidence of you being Shining Star to leak to the press, he had the location of your amulet ready for him to steal it from you, and he’d become more than aware of your kryptonite, a type of sedative that he could use to weaken you in your magical girl form if it came to that.
He’d even taken a video of you for blackmail, hiding a camera on the bookshelf in his office and then fucking you in front of it, figuring that he could use that to destroy and humiliate you even further when his plan came to fruition.
But as more time passed, the more defensive he grew over the idea of someone else seeing you like that.
That video had been witnessed by his eyes near one-hundred times at this point, often with his fist wrapped firmly around his cock. There was no excuse for it, he knew that, but he still couldn’t stop doing it. He should really delete that shit, but the sight of your pretty face in total bliss as you came undone on top of him was just too good to miss.
There was a chance that he could replay the whole damn thing by memory in his head now, the way that your fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life while he thrusted up into you over and over again.
He’d keep the video for himself. Destroying your life in the conventional way was enough without also leaking your sex tape. It could be something for him to remember you by when he finally pulled the trigger on his plan, a trophy that was just for him.
Eventually.
Because even though all the pieces were in place, even though he could go ahead with his plan right now if he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to do it - teetering right at the edge of a cliff, knowing that once he jumped, he’d never be able to turn back.
He told himself that he’d only act once he was satisfied that he’d really really gotten you to like him - that he was only stretching out the timeline with the intention of causing the highest level of emotional trauma to break your mind irreparably.
Just like he told himself that there was no point in rushing things - that the more times he could get you to fuck him, the sweeter the eventual outcome of this would be.
That was definitely why he was doing this.
There was definitely no other reason - not one that made him feel a little sick to consider.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only person that he needed to justify himself to.
“You’re falling for her.” Uraume’s voice was matter of fact, a casual tone that would’ve drawn Sukuna’s ire had it come from anyone else.
“The fuck are you talking about?” He grumbled, stretching out a little on his sofa, making the most of being in his normal form before having to meet up with you later in the evening.
Even if he wasn’t the very villain that had been making your life a living hell, he was sure that you’d be repulsed by his normal body. That was what he had to remember when he started romanticising your interactions too much.
Uraume shook their head in disbelief. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“No. Enlighten me.” His tone was warning, eager to see how Uraume would toe the line between politeness and honesty.
“Why haven’t we acted yet?” They asked simply. “You’ve done what was necessary, so let's kill her.”
“Not yet.” He hissed. “The time isn’t right.”
His gaze moved down to his phone, the screen illuminating with a message from you. You were asking what he’d like to eat that evening, suggesting that you could grab a couple of steaks to cook up for the two of you. You knew that it was his favourite, always going out of your way to appease him. It was almost frustrating - the amount of care that you put into your actions surrounding him.
Stupid.
You were stupid.
But he wasn’t going to kill you just yet.
Not only was he still a way off from maximising the emotional devastation, but this whole thing could still just be a set up - you could still be one step ahead of him. He needed to spend more time gathering recon, getting a lay of the land to ensure that everything could be executed perfectly. If he came all this way just to fail that would be a terrible use of time. It wasn’t a crime to be cautious.
That was what he explained to Uraume, who was staring down at him as if he was a total idiot - a sentiment that he didn’t particularly appreciate.
“If you don’t do it within the next month you’re never going to do it.” Uraume said frankly. “In fact, if you don’t do it at that time, you’ll probably end up married or something ridiculous like that.”
“Bold words for you to say to your master.”
“Then kill me.” Uraume said simply. “I’ll always serve you well, but right now I think that you’re heading down a bad path.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes, not keen on being lectured by his lesser. There was no way that he was actually going to kill Uraume for anything though - they’d stuck with him through thick and thin and did all the chores around the house that he couldn’t be bothered with. His life would be a nightmare without them.
Not that they needed to know that, because he really didn’t want to encourage this behaviour.
“Noted. You just don’t get it.”
“I think-”
“I’m deep behind enemy lines here, I’m getting the kind of information out of her that we could’ve only dreamed of before I put all of this in motion. It would be a waste to cut things short - that’s all.”
Uraume hesitated, cool eyes narrowing as they composed themselves. It was clear that they wished to tread carefully.
“I’m just concerned that you’re not really acting anymore.”
“Then what I’m doing is convincing, and you’re falling for it just like she is.” He said nonchalantly. “Tell me, Uraume, do you really think that I’d ever genuinely buy into her bullshit? Really?”
“It looks like it-”
“Of course I wouldn’t. Don’t be fucking stupid.”
—
It was your two month anniversary, and you and Sukuna had opted to head over to a nice quiet park with a beautiful view of the city. You’d been meaning to venture there for a while now, but with how busy and beaten down you’d been over the last couple of years you’d never really found the chance.
Your fingers were intertwined with Sukuna’s, letting him squeeze your hand softly as the two of you ventured up near to a hundred steps leading to a beautiful green plateau surrounded by flowers and trees. It was quiet up there, with only a handful of couples scattered about, so it was easy to find an ideal spot.
Sukuna spread out a picnic blanket on the ground, putting the basket of food that you’d made down beside the two of you. It was only about midway through spring, so the weather wasn’t too warm, but the april breeze felt pleasant on your skin after the arduous hike up to your picnic spot.
Settling down at Sukuna’s side, you preoccupied yourself with laying out food on the plastic plates you’d packed, filling them up with homemade onigiri, fruit, and various other snacks that you’d picked up from the convenience store on the way over. Sukuna poured wine into the colourful glasses that’d come with the picnic basket, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed it to you.
“Can’t believe we’ll be having days like this all the time soon.” You commented, shading your face from the sun as you popped a grape into your mouth.
“Mmm, we’ll have to go to the beach or something.” He agreed.
His expression was almost wistful as he stared at the view of the city sprawled out below the two of you. You could never really understand these moments with him, those little instances where he seemed far away from you, like there was something plaguing his mind that you weren’t privy to.
But it wasn’t like you could complain if he was keeping a secret from you, considering the major one you were harbouring.
“I keep meaning to visit Okinawa but I’ve never found the time. Maybe we could go together in a few months? Have an actual holiday?” You suggested, your heart fluttering at the way his lips curved up into a soft smile, red eyes glistening in the spring sun.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He paused for a moment, taking a long sip of his wine. “Planning on staying with me for the foreseeable future then?”
A frown creased your forehead, caught off by his question. It felt like an odd thing to bring up so suddenly, but you supposed that you were the one so callously making plans for the future when the two of you hadn’t really discussed what your hopes were for the relationship yet.
In your mind it was obvious - you liked him a lot, you’d even go as far as to say that you were falling for him. There was no plan in your mind to put an end to what was happening between the two of you, and you hoped that he felt the same.
“Yeah?” You offered cautiously, the worry clearly seeping into your tone based on the way that he laughed.
“It wasn’t a trick question or an attack.” He clarified with a grin. “I was genuinely asking. I like to know where I stand.”
“I like you.” You said plainly. “I want to keep doing this for as long as possible.” You gestured vaguely to the two of you and the picnic, aware that your wording wasn’t as eloquent as it could’ve been, but certain that he’d understand your point all the same.
“Me too.” He didn’t miss a beat, his hand reaching for yours, the warmth of his fingers sending electricity pulsing over your skin. “But I suppose there are things that I wonder about.”
The elation of his touch dulled quickly, leaving you feeling like you’d been doused with a jug of water. Your mind started racing, the weight of his tone leaving you jumping instantly to the worst case solution. Did he know your secret? He’d seen your amulet, had he made the connection in his mind over where he’d seen it before?
“It just feels like you’re holding things back.” He continued, releasing your hand carefully and pulling back so that he could look at you more clearly. “Like you’re afraid for me to see certain sides of you for fear that I’ll leave.”
You chewed your lip silently, waiting for him to continue. You weren’t going to offer up a truthful explanation until he revealed more about his own suspicions, if he had an incorrect assumption it would be foolish of you to jump the gun and tell him the truth of the matter.
“You just seem so lonely, and you don’t talk about it.” Sukuna’s remark came out of the blue, a twinge of pity present in his crimson eyes. It caught you off guard - a statement that cut you right to your very core, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. It was a relief to realise that his intuition had nothing to do with your secret identity, but that observation almost cut you deeper.
For the last two months he’d watched and taken note of the fact that the only person you ever interacted with outside of work was him. He was probably wondering what horrific personality trait you had to lead to you having absolutely no one hold a position in your life.
You were aware that with how perceptive Sukuna seemed to be that he’d notice at some point, but a part of you had been hoping that he’d be polite enough not to outright bring it up. You knew you were lonely, you hated to think that other people saw you that way too. Despised the idea that he was drawing his own conclusions on the reasoning, wondering if you were some narcissist who had driven all your friends away.
“I guess I am lonely.” You said listlessly, trying not to sound too upset. “But it is what it is.”
“I didn’t mean anything negative by it.” Sukuna clarified. “It was more of an observation than anything else.” He chewed on his lip, thinking carefully before continuing. “I like you, I enjoy spending time with you, so I suppose it's hard for me to understand why you seem so isolated from everyone else.”
You shrugged, trying to think of an answer that sat somewhere between you sounding like a pathetic loser and outright just confessing to the big secret you were hiding from him. But he went on before letting you speak.
“I kinda wondered if it was a me problem? Like, as if you don’t trust me enough to really let me into your inner circle or introduce me to your friends and stuff? Like I mentioned before, it just feels like you’re keeping something from me.” He said.
Your lips parted in surprise at his suggestion, guilt rising up in your chest at the idea that he’d be the issue here. That wasn’t what you wanted him to think at all - if you had anyone in your life worth introducing him to, you would’ve done it straight away. You’d rather he think you were a loser than believe that something was his fault.
“Its a bit embarrassing, but I suppose I don’t really have anyone.” You said honestly.
Your hands were pulling at the grass at the edge of the blanket, idly removing blades from the ground as you tried not to think too hard about how pathetic that sounded.
He hesitated for a second. “No one? What about your family? Or friends, maybe?” His red eyes were fixed on you, no doubt in deep set judgement. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ever be lacking in company, he probably couldn’t relate to the way you felt.
“No one.” You answered. “My parents moved away when I went to university, and haven’t been back to Japan since. I haven’t had an actual boyfriend like, ever, and the close friends that I had are all gone now.”
Sukuna frowned at your answer. Chewing on the inside of your mouth, you hoped he didn’t delve too hard into that statement, because your lack of a social circle all ultimately came back around to the one secret that you couldn’t share with him.
Your parents were forced to leave on account of your contract - not that they were aware of that. And your missing friends? Well, that was even more complex to explain.
“What do you mean by gone?” He asked. “Like, you just don’t talk to them anymore?”
“No.” You said carefully, staring down at the blades of grass occupying your fingers. “I had two close friends, but both of them passed away a few years ago.”
“Oh. So everyone who knows you either disappears or dies? That’s not a great sign.” He let out a low chuckle, a clear sign that he was simply telling a joke, one that you laughed along with despite the heavy sensation in your chest. Because in a sense he was right, it was dangerous to be someone close to your side, impossible to live a truly normal life.
Though your deceased friends hadn’t been living a normal life anyway. They’d been magical girls just like you, and had met the fate that you’d no doubt encounter one day.
“Just bad luck I guess.” You mumbled, feeling something of a need to explain yourself. “One of them was kind of like me - she was sick. But unlike my situation, no miracle came her way and she just kind of…withered away.”
Not technically a lie, but not the whole truth either.
Shoko, a magical girl who had gotten her start a few years before you, died from the sickness that magical girls would become afflicted with should they not act in line with their contract. In her case, she’d grown tired of the constant need to fight monsters, the never-ending duty thrust upon her.
She’d ignored the call to arms for months, her body rotting with each passing day, until she finally faded away into nothing.
You’d tried to get her to act, to get her to do anything to stop the slow decay, but she’d already made up her mind. If the rest of her life would be spent fighting those creatures every night until her eventual death - why drag things out? Better to end things sooner rather than later.
Back then you hadn’t understood it - still all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as a new magical girl. You got it now - you could understand the exhaustion that had seeped into her bones.
“Another cancer patient?” He asked.
You nodded. That was an easy way to wave away any further explanation.
“Was that the case with your other friend too? I suppose making friends on a cancer ward leads to relationships with a high mortality rate.”
“No, actually. I met her after I’d recovered.” You said.
Yuki.
While you’d only known Shoko for a short while, your friendship with Yuki had been much longer and deeper. She’d been the first magical girl that you’d met after signing the contract, the person who had taught you essentially everything that you knew now.
Much like Shining Star, she’d been something of a celebrity to the people, the type of person that everyone had faith in. And unlike you, in your total exhaustion and cynicism for the magical girl life, she believed in the whole thing.
She was happy, she genuinely liked being a magical girl, even after years of duty.
She was something special.
Until she was reduced to nothing.
“She was a friend I made at university. She really helped me sew my life back together after everything that happened to me as a teenager. I’d spent so long preparing for the end that I didn’t really know how to live, but she showed me the way. She was my best friend.”
“But?”
“But,” you said with a heavy sigh, “there was this guy who was like, totally obsessed with her. A stalker, I guess. He was desperate for her attention, would never leave her alone, had this insane jealousy towards anyone else who had her affection. And one day, he just decided that if he couldn’t have her, then no one could.”
Sukuna was silent for a moment, peering over at you with an unreadable expression. “He killed her?”
“Yeah.”
Once again, your explanation wasn’t a lie, but it was leaving out a few key details. Her stalker had been the last major villain that you’d been faced with - a man named Kenjaku who had come before the King of Curses. It was true that he’d been obsessed with her, desperate for Yuki’s attention in a way that he didn’t care for yours, but obviously it wasn’t as simple as some mere incel killing a university student.
Yuki had put up a good fight and Kenjaku had prevailed. He’d worked hard to specifically break down your friend in a way that she couldn’t defend against. You could still remember the sight of that accursed man standing victorious, hands all over the lifeless body of the one person that you genuinely trusted.
“So, what happened to him?”
“He’s dead.” You said swiftly. “Justice was served.”
“Justice?” There was a sly grin on Sukuna’s face, one that you couldn’t quite understand, because as far as you were concerned, this topic was far from amusing. But you answered all the same.
“Yeah. I don’t know who, but someone who heard about the situation ended up putting him down.” You shrugged. “Good riddance.”
You knew exactly who’d put him down, since Kenjaku’s blood was stained on your hands, but there was no way that you were going to tell Sukuna that. You had very little remorse for the man that you’d killed, he deserved worse for what he’d done to Yuki. His soul had been corrupted by hatred just like that of a monster, and for that reason he had to be put down.
Magical girls existed to protect humanity, and he was far from human.
“I wonder why he was so obsessed with her?” Sukuna asked.
You imagined that it was just because she was a magical girl, that she shone so brightly that he couldn’t withstand it. Monsters always tended to stray towards their opposites, their darkness so deep that they’d automatically stray towards something so bright. Though, that was just your theory, and not one you’d put too much thought into. You had no real interest in mulling over the motivations of villains, it just wasn’t worth your time.
“She was the type of person who everyone was drawn to, the type of girl who everyone wants attention from. I guess he just couldn’t take not being noticed by her.”
Sukuna hummed, as if deep in thought, before turning to you with a wry smile. “The way you describe her, she almost sounds like that magical girl - what’s her name…shimmering light or something? Maybe she just faked her death and now she’s off gallavanting around as the city’s hero?”
For a moment you froze up, not expecting him to mention your alter ego so candidly. But you were quick to force yourself to relax. This was just a normal conversation, there was no need to make him suspicious by acting weird.
“Shining Star, you mean?” You offered.
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“I guess that’s a nice thought.” You tried to sound hopeful, even if you were the one person that knew for sure that Sukuna was wrong in his suggestion. Not that you could argue with him on it without exposing yourself.
“Do you like her? Shining Star?”
Biting on your lip, you studied Sukuna for a second. You weren’t sure what had pushed him onto this line of questioning but you couldn’t exactly escape it without looking strange. He didn’t know something, right?
No, that would be impossible.
“I’m not really bothered about her, to be honest.” You said nonchalantly. “She seems like a nice girl and all but I’d never be like one of those fans she has - if I cared about seeing superheroes do cool things I’d just watch one of those Marvel movies.” You brushed him off with a wave of your hand.
“Mmm, fair enough.”
You tried to hold yourself back from asking the next question that fell from your lips, you really did. But your curiosity got the better of you.
“Do you like Shining Star?”
“Not really.”
The answer was delivered quickly, confidently. There was no moment of deliberation, an opinion that was already solidly formed in his mind. Perhaps it should’ve hurt your feelings, the revelation that he held no love for the other version of you, and yet you found yourself flooded with nothing but relief.
Because you hated that side of you, despised everything about it. If you could remove Shining Star from this universe entirely without erasing yourself you would’ve done it long ago.
You were so used to people loving her without a shred of regard for you. It was as if Shining Star was some sort of imposter who had stolen the limelight of your own life, leaving you hidden in the shadows.
For Sukuna to recognise you rather than her meant everything.
Not that you could tell him that.
Maybe one day you’d be able to divulge your great secret, but not right now, not when your relationship was still so fresh. There was a time and place.
“That’s a rare opinion these days.” You said as nonchalantly as possible.
He shrugged easily, leaning back on his forearms as he eyed you carefully.
“What’s the point of caring about some stupid magical girl when I’ve got a much brighter light sitting right in front of me?”
Lips parting softly, you felt the blush creep up your neck at his blatant flattery. You dropped your gaze down the floor, struggling to maintain eye contact with the way that his red eyes were fixed so intensely on you.
“Thanks.” You choked out quietly, your murmur received by a warm chuckle. He shifted closer to you, his body radiating warmth, muscular thigh brushing against yours. A hand slipped around your waist, pulling you against his side, his lips grazed your cheek as a hand reached below your chin, tilting your face up to allow him to capture your lips.
Even though you’d kissed him hundreds of times in the last few weeks, it never stopped feeling all-consuming, as though he was devouring you with each careful flick of his experienced tongue. You’d allow yourself to be devoured, to sink into the pleasure that he gave you, eager to allow him whatever he wanted.
That was just the effect he had on you.
You wanted to be his, wanted to dedicate your whole life to him. If you could sign a contract of your life over to him and forsake the foolish one you’d accepted as a teenager you’d do it in a second. He would no doubt be kinder on your life than that damn magical girl contract ever was.
If only your life was still your own to sign away.
—
Later that night, the two of you went back to your apartment.
That evening was just like one of many that you’d spent together: huddled up on the couch, watching some slasher movie that Sukuna had decided on, exhausted from your afternoon out in the sun, drinking and putting the world to rights.
You were half asleep when his phone rang, barely acknowledging the sound of talking as you leant heavy against his side.
He was always getting calls from someone or other. It didn’t come as much of a surprise to you, considering that he had such a high profile role in a big company. If it wasn’t work, it was his private butler asking him if he’d be coming home that night, and as such, you had very little interest in really listening in on whatever he was talking about.
Today he seemed particularly agitated though, the sharp tone of his voice drawing you back from where you were teetering in dreamland.
“Soon.” He huffed with annoyance. “I already told you, we’re not quite there with all the preparations for the moment, so hold off for now.”
You couldn’t quite hear the reply, the curt tone of whoever was on the other end of the line completely unintelligible to you. It was clear that Sukuna didn’t like what he was hearing, letting out a deep sigh and running a hand through his salmon hair.
“Fine. Enough. I get it.” He hissed. “Tomorrow. We’ll do it tomorrow.”
There was an air of tension that surrounded him, a clear displeasure for the conclusion that had been reached. You were surprised that he was so willing to go along with anyone else's suggestion, always giving off the impression of being utterly in charge. But you supposed that even he was beholden to outside forces.
Your hand ran against the cotton of his shirt as he hung up the phone, tossing it further down the sofa, as if he couldn’t bear to have it near to him for a moment longer. It was a Friday night after all, no wonder he was angry if he had to get something done on a weekend. It would really ruin the plans you’d made to go strawberry picking.
“Everything okay?” You mumbled sleepily, gazing up at his handsome face with tired eyes.
There was a flicker of something unreadable before he smiled softly, his hand rubbing circles reassuringly into your back, encouraging you to settle back down at his side.
“Yeah, baby. I’ve just gotta get some stuff done in the morning. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing.”
a/n: sukuna about to ruin his own life LOL
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you left him before. can you leave him again with a baby on the way?
synopsis: divorcing a stubborn dickhead like Ryomen Sukuna was probably the most difficult thing you ever had to do. but what were you supposed to do when your husband had practically become a stranger considering most days he spent more time at work than he did at home? and when he was home, half the time he'd rather sleep on the couch than in your bed? you didn't hate him. but you didn't love him anymore either. maybe you would have moved on. but when one last night together ends up with more than just a memory after you get two little lines on a pregnancy test, you discover you might not be able to get rid of him after all.
pairing: ex-husband!sukuna x pregnant!reader (also featuring best friend!geto)
content: mdni, mostly angst, some domestic fluff, divorced-to-remarried, complicated relationships, messy feelings, accidental pregnancy, so much regret, misunderstandings, breaking up and making up, gruff and grumpy sukuna who misses his wife, soft geto trying to steal her from him
a/n: lovely art by @winterrbluess !! part of my community event <3
Where did everything go wrong?
Sukuna stared at his home screen like it was actually you. As if all he had to do was think hard enough about you for your name to pop up on his phone, even if it was just to call him a dickhead, curse his existence and scream that you wished you'd never taken his last name.
But he knew you wouldn't call. Wouldn't text.
You didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
And it was all his fault.
His absence. His distance. His stupid stubborn front he'd put on the shield himself from the how much it sucked to spend so much time away from you.
It wasn't supposed to end up like this.
He thought he was trading a few brutal years of burning the torch for a better future with you. Climbing and clawing his way to the top so he could enjoy the view with you next to him.
Okay, maybe, that was just an excuse to cover up how much he felt like he wasn't good enough when he was standing by your side. How shitty it was to see your friends looking down at him, knowing full fucking well they were probably whispering in your ear that you could do better, that you deserved better.
And the worst part was they were right.
You left him.
Dropped the divorce papers and disappeared. Neatly removed yourself from his life like you'd never been a part of it at all. And on nights like this, where he drank half a bottle of scotch, stuck alone in an apartment that didn't even have a hint of your scent in it, none of your stuff cluttering his closet or sitting on his shelves, he could almost convince himself you didn't exist. Except for the fact he couldn't stop staring at your photos like it was the last proof he had that once upon a time, you loved him.
He wasn't stupid enough to think you still did.
No, you were probably back at whatever pretty place you picked out for yourself, somewhere with big windows and sunshine, curled up on your couch or sprawled out in bed. Maybe talking on the phone with Shoko, telling her all the little details of your new life he hadn't managed to dredge out of you.
He had one shot.
A single second chance. Spotting you across the bar like a scene out of a fucking movie, nearly shoving a guy over to get to you right as you downed a shot you almost spit out when you saw him. Wiping your mouth and looking over your shoulder like you were about to run away when he snagged your wrist and begged you to give him five minutes. For old time's sake.
Sukuna still didn't know how he managed to talk you into coming back to his place. He told himself you missed him too. Sold himself lie after lie like it would make it any less painful to wake up the morning after without you in his arms.
Was the sex not good?
Or had you decided again that he wasn't good enough?
Seething silently while he showered, chewing the inside of his mouth raw when he had to return to work, walk back down the halls he'd basically thrown you away for.
What good was the money he made now that he couldn't spend it on you?
Well, technically, he tried, throwing alimony offers at you like candy, but you declined everything.
You were done with him.
And he was pathetically, uselessly, completely in love with you.
It didn't matter if the word ex was in front of it. How was he supposed to stop seeing you as his wife? How was he meant to look forward to a future you weren't in?
His pining was pointless.
He knew that much. Knew that while he was wishing you were back in his bed, your fingers sifting through his hair while he laid on your lap, you might already be moving on.
Might have forgotten the years you were his in favor of being someone else's.
He unlocked his phone, typing in your birthday as his passcode as he swiped through apps until he found one he was embarrassed to even open. Changing to a spam account he specifically created after you cleared yourself out of his life. When you blocked him from all the social media you used to beg to post him on.
Tonight though, he wasn't looking at your page.
No, he was looking at the one person who probably hated him more than you.
Suguru Geto couldn't fucking stand him from the first day you brought him around - and made a point in reminding him who was there for you first. Who you belonged to first. Touching you in ways that weren't platonic, trying to push buttons just to see how much he could piss Sukuna off before he started a fight. Threw a punch. Threatened to break his fingers for putting them on you.
You always ended up scolding him for it, pouting at him and trying to goad him into getting along with your absolute asshole of a best friend.
Oblivious to the fact he was dying to fuck you.
Defending the dickhead despite his sly little smirks and smug remarks, but Sukuna still backed off, told himself that he was the one whose arm you were on, whose ring was on your finger.
If he could go back in time, there was a lot he'd fucking change. But first?
He'd break that pretty face of his, bust his lips before he could murmur the terrible things about him Suguru absolutely peddled inside your cute head.
Part of him was tempted to do it now. Wait outside his work and catch an assault charge. It would feel good for a second. An hour or two. More probably, consider how hot the rage burned in his chest when he clicked on that prick's story to see you there, glossy lips pushed out in a pout, standing on the sidewalk of some fancy restaurant and wearing his jacket.
He just couldn't risk you hating him any more than you already did.
"What are you going to do?"
That really was the question, wasn't it?
Tell Sukuna? Hide it from him? If you did, for how long? Forever?
"You don't have to make any decisions now," Suguru continued softly, his hand slipping underneath where his jacket was draped over you, rubbing soothing circles over your back as you stepped inside his apartment, dropping shopping bags on the floor.
You felt sorta bad. Guilty, almost.
He spent the entire day spoiling you, taking you out for nice meals and shopping at all your favorite stores, all soft and understanding even though you were sure he was probably disappointed in you for doing exactly what you said you wouldn't do the day you divorced Sukuna.
You had promised you were done. Finished with that chapter of your life. Choosing yourself for once.
Just to go back to your favorite bad habit and turn your ex-husband into your baby daddy.
And still, despite the months he spent wiping away your tears while you whined about missing him and comforting you when you cried, he still reassured you. Reminded you that he wasn't going anywhere.
Sukuna could never find time for you.
But Suguru promised that all his time was yours.
"You can say it," you murmured under your breath, slipping off your shoes and taking off his jacket. He took it from your hands, hanging it up on the hook as he pretended not to know what you were talking about.
"Say what?"
"That I'm an idiot," you whispered under your breath.
He chuckled, shaking his head at you as he cupped your cheek and made you look up at him. "Don't call yourself that."
"But I am," you argued. "I shouldn't-"
"You made a mistake," he spoke firmly, but there wasn't the judgement there you kept waiting for. You didn't know why you wanted it. Why your heart kept thrumming so hard against your rib cage like you were expecting him to break it too. "But it's okay."
"It doesn't really feel okay right now," you swallowed hard, discomfort pricking the longer his fingers lingered on your face. But you didn't want to pull away either. Craved his warmth, how soft his palm felt, free of callouses or rough skin. "I don't know what to do."
"Whatever you decide," Suguru softly said. "I'm here."
He didn't have to say it for you to know how his sentence ended. You could see it in the little crinkles by his eyes, the small upturn of his smile when he looked at you.
Suguru was here, and he wasn't going anywhere.
"Do you think it'd be stupid to keep the baby?" You asked, tilting your head thoughtfully. You'd put on a front all day. Told yourself you were fine. But there were only so many concerned glances and casual touches you could take before you started to crumble.
"Not if you want it," he hummed, brushing back a loose strand of your hair as you sighed. "You won't have to do it alone."
"I don't know how Sukuna will take it," you breathed, biting your bottom lip as you tried to picture his reaction. He didn't want the divorce - but if he couldn't spare his days for you when you were his, you couldn't imagine he'd be able to spend his nights changing diapers and making bottles.
Or perhaps it would go the other way, and he'd go overboard trying to play father of the year to win you back as his wife.
You didn't know which was worse.
"I wasn't talking about him," Suguru lightly scoffed, one corner of his lips curling up higher than the other as his thumb traced over your cheekbone. "What about me?"
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Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! 's little girl asks you and him about how babies are made.
tags. art by @/hunnismokah · after graduation . fratkuna and u had a baby during the last semester after a party. mentions of sex. your daughter is 3ish (early 3). cursing. the use of 'woman'.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! and you were blessed with a baby during the last semester of college. You thought he was going to ditch you like a sidepiece — but he was the one who came up to you the second he noticed something wrong about your attitude towards him.
"What's up with you?" He held your wrist tightly, a quiet cage to stop you from leaving yet again, "The hell are you avoiding me for? I was in you."
See now? That's the problem. He was in you. One thing led to another — it takes two to tango, so this baby was both yours. However, in all your college life, you've seen how his friends act (and him). There's no way he'd be thrilled to have a baby this young, or at all.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! was appalled when you cut off all contacts with him. You finished classes and slip out skillfully that his eyes fail to catch you, he tried asking Shoko much to his dismay. But, she shrugged him off, she's never liked him anyways.
"If you're gonna ask about her, ask her yourself," she mutters, lighting up a cig by the dormitory gates.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! finally managed to corner you, 3 months after you find out. He had a hunch, and he believed it. The way you dress completely did a flip, and it doesn't take long for him to figure it out and so the confrontation happens.
"You're pregnant," he states out, looking at your belly drowned underneath the oversized hoodie you bought off online shop the last minute.
He wasn't thrilled at all by the looks of it. Sukuna knows that having a baby meant big responsibility — if this was any other girl, he would 100% ditch them. But, this is you. Don't you even realize how he had taken care of you during sex? How he doesn't usually do that? The constant reassurance or praises that flew out of his mouth was supposed to be enough. Right?
"So what? It's not like you'll take responsibility —"
"Who said? Don't put words in my fucking mouth, woman."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! unknowingly lingered by you, he distances himself from his group of friends eventually to stay in your shadows. His eyes staring at everyone who actually looked your way like they've never seen a pregnant belly before, a permanent scowl shoved so far up his ass that it became his everyday face.
"Can you stop?"
"What?" Sukuna replied back, gruffly.
"You're scaring everyone!" That's the whole point, Sukuna thinks proudly to himself.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! stopped hosting parties with his friends, he does pop in every once in a while but he's got different responsibilities now. Even if he wanted to go to a party, he made sure you were okay with it. But, he never goes far in the party.
By the first hour, he was out and about. Not out of the alcohol, he doesn't even glance at the bottles of alcohol. He grabbed a couple of your favorite snacks off the counter, grabbed a plate and filled it up with pizza and a lot of fries just for his pregnant "girlfriend".
He knocks on your door with his knee. You opened it, a bit annoyed that your snacking was interrupted by this. But, the sight of him holding up snacks and plastic plates filled to the brim made your heart flutter — you stepped aside, letting him in.
"They got expensive pizza, I got like half of it for you. Thought the baby wants to try pizza in there," he shrugged, opening a pack of snack for you.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! takes pictures of baby shops and keeps them in his gallery with a specific album name 'GREMLIN COMING', so he knows where to go later on when he finds out your baby's gender.
He finds himself reading different websites about what he should know as a first time parent, and what's good for the baby. If you check his website history, they're no longer filled with places to go party in or different club names he used to search up for to spend most of his nights in.
They're now filled with baby name websites and hacks. He notes them down his phone notes and sends them to you sometimes.
Kunaaa 💗 :
If our baby's a girl, I want to name her Moeka
You :
Why?
Kunaaa 💗 :
Or maybe Asaka, means beautiful death
You:
...
Kunaaa 💗 :
If she kills someone they'll have a beautiful death I promise u
You :
Why would she even kill someone in the first place
Kunaaa 💗 :
Wait, ur right I'll do the killing for her.
You :
Nobody is killing anyone
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! noticed that along the months your belly was growing bigger and he was down for it. The two of you were perched on the couch, a bucket of ice cream standing right on top of your belly as you dig in. He looks at you the whole time, the movie discarded like an aftertought.
"Is that okay for the baby?"
"The ice cream? Yeah," you mumbled, not even looking at him. Your tongue darts out to catch the ice cream dribbling down the spoon.
"No, the bucket on the belly," Sukuna said.
"It'll manage."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! bought you the pregnancy pillow so you could sleep well — he told you he got it from a friend who also has a baby. Let's be honest, he'd rather die than admit that he willingly bought it.
He tucks you in every night, making sure you are comfortable. He knew it wasn't the most comfortable carrying a baby hidden under that bump.
"You okay? Need anythin'?"
You shake your head, "Maybe later when I'm craving something."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! dotes on you more than he thought he would. After all, you are carrying his baby — he stopped meeting up with his friends, telling them to wait until the baby is born. He got rid of his cigarettes and stopped smoking them because he read it was bad for a pregnant mom and the baby to inhale it (and well, humans in general).
"No smoke?" You questioned.
"Nah. Cough too much these days, they are nasty," he excused himself.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! was the person you called when your water broke during a girls day out with Shoko. He had never driven that fast before, and he was sure he's earned himself a ticket along the way. But, at this point, he doesn't even care.
He brought you to the hospital, Shoko in the backseat holding onto your hand tightly. By the time they reached the hospital, the baby was on the way. And he couldn't believe that he was forced to stay out of the room.
Sukuna paces around, his piercings are gone, he'd gotten them pulled out the other week because apparently first impressions matter for his little one.
"You're a med student, how long do moms give birth for?" Sukuna snaps at Shoko.
Shoko rolled her eyes, "Depends. Just shut up and pace around, loser."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! 's promise of returning to party when your baby was born is now long forgotten, he'd even stopped replying to his friends altogether. Only replying when he wants to. Your baby girl —Asaka (Last Name)— was born 6 hours after your water broke.
Sukuna refused for her to take his name. He didn't feel good knowing that his baby girl was going to take after his name, so he forced her to take your last name instead. It makes him feel better.
"How are you feelin'?" He mutters, looking down at you. His hand toyed with your fingers awkwardly, still not used to all the chummy stuff he's introduced himself to for the past lots of months.
"Good, how are you?"
"I'm not the one pushin' a baby out of me."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! baby proofed your whole dorm even if your daughter couldn't walk yet, safety precautions he said. He got rid of all the sharp edges with the silicone he bought off online, bumps on the floors were removed and made smooth.
He was actually proud of himself for doing all that in 2 days alone right before you were allowed to leave the hospital.
"What did you do to my dorm? Is this even allowed?" You asked him.
"Who cares? The baby's more important," he could just put it all back when you're about to graduate and nobody has to know.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! practically lives in your dorm now, hos own dorm almost empty from how many things he has brought around. The red toothbrush that is now stuck inside the pink colored plastic glass right next to your (favorite color) one in the bathroom. His shaver and shaving cream laying on the sink, right by the tap.
His expensive cologne perched up on your vanity table, and the jewelry box he bought for his piercings were kept there as well. Half of your dresser was now filled with his clothes and the baby's, all he bought during your second trimester.
He brought his gaming console as well in case you got bored. So, yeah ... Half of his room is empty and inside yours now. Nobody questioned it, they just accepted the fact that Sukuna had stepped into fatherhood when Sukuna finally replied with a short, "can't hangout, dad now," then a picture of his baby girl inside her basin.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! has a lot of friends. They said it takes a village to raise a baby, and his friends bought the best presents for your young baby. Toys she couldn't play with yet, little shoes and skirts, and little branded shirts you'd have to sell an organ for.
He doesn't tell them to bug off and accepts the presents with open arms. It wasn't surprising considering 2 of his friends were fathers as well. Funny thing, he was the one blessed with a baby girl while his friends wanted a girl but were blessed by a baby boy.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! saved up money to buy out a small apartment right after you both graduate. He doesn't talk much with his parents and he doesn't want them to know about his little life — you understand him considering his past with them. You'd want your baby girl to be away from them as well.
Sukuna again, baby proofed the house. This time with a toddler constantly perching herself onto his back as he pressed on the silicone right on the last corner of the table.
"What'cha doin'?" He asks, standing up, his arm instinctively supporting her body so she would fall.
The little babbles reached his ears, and he played along, "Wanna come with me, huh? See that, daddy's doing this so you wouldn't get hurt, you know?" Asaka looks at him, clearly not understanding his words but giggling anyways.
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! sat on the chair, pink hair disheveled. With his eyes shut, he sat there. Asaka, now 3 years old sat on her chair, eyes shut, her pink hair disheveled just like his. They were exact carbon copies.
"Papa?"
"Mm?" Sukuna hums, sipping on the cup of tea he made earlier.
"How a baby get into mama's belly?" She asks, yawning, "I met friend at the park. She say her mama having a baby soon, how the baby get into mama belly?"
Sukuna's eyes fluttered open, staring at you. That damn question he's been thinking of, asking you what to answer in case Asaka decided to ask. Never knew it would be so soon. He clears his throat, "Um, ask mommy."
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! watches you smile at him. Not the kind of smile that he loves — the kind that actually kind of ... Scares him. The one that says, "I'll kill you, sleep with one eye opened, yeah?"
He averted his gaze away, munching on the bacon.
Asaka looks at you, "Um, well ... When papa and mama love each other a loooot. We pray together for a baby, then a baby fairy comes in while we sleep and puts the baby in mama's belly," you explained with a small smile, "mama and papa love each other a lot, so the baby fairy came to us."
"If mama and papa no love a lot, baby fairy don't come?"
You nod, "Yes!"
Ი𐑼 . . . fratkuna! listens to his daughter speak about a boy at daycare with underlying anger. She's 3 for gosh sake!
"Kaito and Asaka love each other a loooot like mama say. Baby fairy come and put baby in Asaka?" Sukuna clenched on his fork rightly, grunting.
He shakes his head, "No, mama was lying. Baby fairy don't exist, mama and papa had se—"
