vyx

時代を超えた

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お金の話 - dirty cash, I want you.

vyx 𓂃 japanese-colombian & 19. → maniac reader. s/her. estp.

PALACE GUIDE : front gates ˖ 関 ⋮ palace ˖ 館 ⋮ bathhouse ˖ 浴

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Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth ᥫ᭡. Sukuna × f!Reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ credits for the art go to @\mitchythedrawer ♡

This fic is part of work in progress JJK!College AU series called Peek into my playlist  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀⠀  where I'll write mostly smut inspired by songs from my playlist !

Summary : being Toji Fushiguro's twin sister must be one of the most annoying fates life can entangle you with. There's never been one single guy with balls big enough to stand tall against your brother's threats, that meaning your relationships went 0\0 starting from highschool; there came Sukuna, who not only managed to become Toji's best bro, but even your biggest crush. What a cliche, right ? Thanks to a miracle you got Sukuna with his fingers deep in your skirt, but after you got caught by your brother - and a lot of hits collided with both their faces - you both swore to never let it happen again. Let's be real, who would have ever believed that ?

Content Warning : frat!SukunaxReader, frat!Toji mentioned, jjk college!AU, SMUT, oral sex ( f receiving ), unprotected sex, stomach bulging, degradat! kinda, dirty talk, cvm eating. MINORS DNI 

WC. 8.7k

a\n : english's not my first language, so be mindful of it ♡

⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ⠀  .ᐟ⠀ 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗔𝗡 - 3𝙊𝙃!3 

Is it too much to ask not to live with a huge, pulsing red warning sign on your head ? 

To your liking, you’ve started to ask it to yourself way too soon in your life, given that it was barely halfway through high school when your twin brother, Toji, got all defensive about you, especially when guys approached.

And when that new guy Sukuna arrived ? Oh god, his beahaviour turned in a proper unbearable torture. Despite the fact that they immediately became friends - or, using their words, “bros” - the closeness between Toji and Sukuna never meant a true peace, since their need to piss each other off seems to be written deep down into their DNA. A never ending competition on who’s got the biggest muscles, the strongest tolerance to alcohol and, of course, who exudes the most “big dick energy”.

At the time you couldn't really complain about having your brother’s best bro walking shirtless in your house, during the weekends where your parents were away for their businesses, neither you could resist on peeking on them whenever they physically argued with each other : it often happened in the living room even when you were sitting on the couch hoping to watch an episode, but willing or not, your haze ended up tracing the way Sukuna’s muscles stiffened and tensed trying to lock Toji to immobility, or the way his lips curled up in a grin whenever he noticed you getting nervous as you tried not to look at him for too long.

Without you knowing, the interest was not unilateral, but the fact that you were his best friend’s sister not only meant that you were absolutely untouchable for him, it also convinced you that Sukuna was going to be respectful enough towards Toji to see you just as an extension of his bro, not as someone he could hit on.

So every time you all hung out at your house’s pool, you were convinced of having hallucination about Sukuna devouring your with his eyes, that the way he almost split open your date-at-the-time’s head was just something out of protection from his malice, when he offered himself to put sunscreen on your naked back; needless to say, feeling Sukuna’s thick hands massaging your back made your bikini bottom drenched with something more than pool water.

The real deal happened the summer before you all started college. There’s not much you remember about it, except for how much weed you all consumed and that damn circle playing Suck or Blow you joined. The fact that Sukuna drank a whole bottle of Chivas all alone was enough to erase all of his logic’s inhibitors and pull you inside the circle right next to him; you were not much in your right mind either, so when the pink haired friend of yours dropped the card he was holding with his mouth, while passing it to you, fell, your lips crushed against each other’s with such greed that your teeth clashed and bits of blood mixed with the taste.

Your hands were quick to pull onto the hair on the back of his neck, as much as he went straight to your hips, pushing your body against his enough for you to properly feel each and every curve of his perfectly carved muscles under his shirt. Sukuna licked into your mouth as if his sanity depended on it, swallowing your pretty moans like a reward he waited too long to enjoy.

None of you could care less about where Toji was during all of that, last time you saw him he was with a couple of girls before totally disappearing from the scene. Neither yours nor Sukuna’s mind were able to form a single lucid thought about the risks of your sloppy make out session in front of the whole playing circle, until someone patted his back and he - barely - went back to his senses.

His ruby red eyes stared right into your soul, gaze sinking into your skiing until your whole body was covered in goosebumps. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed. “A fucking work of art” those words being the only ones running through his mind before grabbing your wrist to drag you through the crow.

Not a single word rolled off your tongue. How could it ? You were still panting trying to regain a steady breath, eyes properly shining, never leaving Sukuna’s body until he pushed you inside one of the bathrooms, and your mind almost made it back to reality.

“ We can’t.. Kuna.. Toji’s gonna – ” 

It was a grace he’d left you the time to even pronounce those words, nipping, biting and licking at your collarbone the exact moment he closed the door behind his back. Your legs felt like jello as his hand tangled with your hair, fisting the strands enough to tilt your head back, before kissing you again. His pierced tongue not missing a single beat when it came to search for yours, his urge to make your taste his, fucked up his mind.

“ fucking please, let me feel you just this once. ” 

His groan shattered against your gaping mouth while his fingers were already hiking up your skirt, trembling with desperation, the pads of his fingertips begging against your skin to touch you. In response, you shyly spread your legs, sitting on the sink’s counter with Sukuna between them. His mouth devours yours once more, but this time, you’re tasting each other’s moans when his index finger finds the wet spot of your panties.

Unfortunately not only the mixture of alcohol and weed made you lose your inhibitions, it also made both of you terribly reckless. In fact, Sukuna didn’t lock the door when he closed it, too caught up in the heat of the moment, and Toji wasn’t really one who bothered knocking on the door when drunk - and well fucked - at a party.

Your brother entered the bathroom with his pants still unzipped, squinting his eyes to the light inside the room. At first, he didn’t focus on the scene, it was no surprise to walk in on a couple doing stuff in that context, and even after he mumbled a careless “my bad” before stepping back, you and Sukuna stood frozen in the spot.

Despite not daring to even breath, nor moving a single muscle, the glimpse of pink hair seemed to have woken up Toji from his post-nut faze, leading him to open the door once more, catching his best friend’s hand buried under his sister’s skirt.

It all turned into a bloody mess.

Their broken noses and bloody mouths were enough for you to take a step back, letting their bond properly mend without you causing any more messes, and luckily enough, everything went back to normal in a matter of a couple of weeks, while all of you acted as if it all was just a collective fever dream.

…

Couple of years passed since then and it seemed that the whole situation between the three of you went back to normal, meaning that you gained back the role of the main victim of their arguments : there’s been times when both of them sat next to you in the library, carelessly distracting you from your study to ask your - useless, at the end of the day - opinion on who had the most potential to become the new quarterback on your college’s team, or when you were literally dragged across a party only to end up standing in front of them shirtless and flexing, debating on who had the biggest pecs. 

“ You’re fucking weird for asking me that.”  you scolded Toji, who rolled his eyes with a groan as if he was the one being held hostage. “ y’know I’ll give this one to Sukuna, those look bouncy as fu– “

“Don’t you even dare. “ your brother’s voice was quick to become a threat, and what better opportunity, if not that, had Sukuna to tease his friend ? That “little argument” they had in past was no reason for him to stop poking and prodding his best friend’s jealousy.

“ C’mon bro, it’s always better to keep things within the family, know what I mean ? “ both you and your brother turned to him but with different lights in your eyes : Toji’s capillaries were on the verge of busting and a thick vein bulging on his neck, the scene of you and him in that bathroom haunting his memories like a betrayal he’ll never get over. Yours appeared mostly worried, but if only Sukuna wasn’t distracted from your brother’s harsh shove, he’d notice the same sparkle that his groans ignited that night.

His taste was impossible to forget, it haunted your wettest dreams for nights on end, the sensation of his rough hands all over your body made you shiver at the sole thought, but never as much as the ghost of his finger’s presence between your legs.

Anyways, in your defence, you were discreetly drunk already, and Sukuna winking at you, with his man tits out on display made you rub your tights and wickedly smile back at him, despite nothing happening that night, except for Toji getting absolutely out of his mind when he caught you silently flirting with him, which made him and Sukuna throw hands until Choso appeared offering a fat, smoking joint, and you went back to your friends.

The only unusual event from that occasion came the day after, when your phone rang with messages notification from Sukuna. Nothing new really, Toji seemed to have a phone only to post thirst traps, meaning that every time he didn’t answer, his pink haired friend asked you.

from : Sukuna 

< so you do want to keep things in the family, huh ? saw you eating me up with those pretty eyes. >

from : you

< omfg don’t even start. I was drunk. >

from : Sukuna

< don’t act like a brat now, just say it. Might get lucky. >

from : you

< you’ll be the lucky one if Toji doesn’t catch you flirting with his sister. Remember what happened the last time ? Don’t text me. >

The phone buzzed a couple of times more, but homeworks got your head somewhere else and only opened the hours later. Your eyes seemed about to pop out your head as Sukuna’s massive, tatted pecs and pierced nipples filled up your screen, mouth immediately watering before you could even realize.

“ tsk, manwhore. ” disdain as much as frustration poured from each pronounced syllable uttered to yourself, tossing the phone somewhere on your bed before heading for a cold shower.

Did it work ? No, of course you ended up touching yourself at the thought of biting and squeezing his muscles, pressing a hand on your mouth to muffle desperate whines. If only Toji didn’t interfere, even the times you casually met his friend on campus, almost as if he had some kind of radar or an incredible twin intuition about your fantasies on Sukuna.

…

Lately everything’s going calmly, even more than it normally should; studying, meeting your friends and usual, and finding yourself between Sukuna and Toji’s competitions on the stupidest matters. Since you and your brother share the apartment, you’re quick to get involved in the new feud that’s going on between him and his friend : something about a flaming hot girl from the Kappa Delta Phi sorority.

“  what are you, animals ? can’t you just give it up for him ? “  a sigh escapes your lungs as you finally close your pc to look up at him sprawled on the armchair, his foot nudging your leg to annoy you as much as possible.

“  you don’t know what’cha talking about, she’s the hottest new entry and I must mark her down.  “  Toji winks sticking out his chest like he’s just said something deep, totally ignoring the disgust fully painted on your face.

“ so you are a fucking dog, gotcha. “   whatever he has to say, you can not bear it for your sanity’s sake, clutching at your pc and closing your room’s door behind your back before you can hear one more disgusting comment about that poor girl’s perfect ass.

It’s no surprise it pisses you off that there’s a bunch of lucky girls who get to have a chance with Sukuna, while you’ve been tucking yourself into a corner for years facing the wall, hoping to forget about whatever it was with him. The many times you focused trying to find good reasons to properly dislike him are ridiculous, as much as the way your other situationships end because of the same fucking reason. Toji’s presence is nothing guys want to deal with, finding themselves in front of a behemoth of a man with shoulder bigger than their heads, asking them whether they think they’re man enough for his sis.

As if he wasn’t enough, lately another presence began to interfere between you and the remote possibility of finding even a good fuck to rely on during exam’s periods. Sukuna himself.

It started at the gym, when a frat guy named Gojo casually offered to spot you while you were squatting with weights : you certainly couldn’t complain, those blue eyes were curiously inviting you to give a good look, his charming grin and lean physic created a whole delicious sight you’d gladly indulge in. Your conversations going smooth until, when you got ready for your last set, you couldn’t feel Gojo’s presence behind you.

“ she got more muscles in a single thigh than you in your whole body. “  Sukuna’s unmistakable voice made your years buzz, head immediately turning to him, standing tall in front of Gojo, whose face you couldn’t quiet read. Confused, certainly offended by the pink haired guy with the most bothered frown on his forehead and crossed arms in front of his chest, making him appear even larger than usual. “ why you letting a twink spot you ? “

“ we were doing just fine Kuna. “  it’s more than clear your silent beg for him to get lost and let you have at least a chance, now that your brother isn’t there yet. “ you should get back to the bench, or your pump’s gonna fade. “

“ look man, she’s clearly not interested. You can go back to – “   as much as you appreciated Gojo’s initiative to set some boundaries, maybe hoping that some kind of bro code might apply to the case, you had to bite down your tongue to not contradict him on the spot about not being interested; matter of fact, every time you’re at the gym knowing that Sukuna is there, you do your best not to stare at the way ripples of sweat trace down from his neck to the plumpier chest, at the veins showing up more than ever through the tatted skin. And his smell.

God fucking gracious his smell when he comes to chit chat between the sets makes your eyes roll in the back of your skull.

Unlucky for you and the white haired contender for your attention, his words made Sukuna snap and fist the collar of his compression shirt, ready to hit him with a header like a furious bull seeing red; it ended up with you separating them, excusing yourself with Gojo while shoving Sukuna with the most disappointed expression painted on your face.

But the most recent loss you had was a couple of weeks ago, with Choso : being your brother’s most trusted plug made him a recurrent presence in your daily life, there were times when he even slept at your place, you four eating dinner together, having nights even. He’s a nice guy, always so chill, and also, fucking hot.

At least with him you made a successful try, as the morning after of a small night together with Sukuna and Toji, when both were already out for training, you woke up to the aroma of fresh coffee and Choso Kamo himself not only preparing it, but preparing it shirtless. Pants hanging low on his waist, happy trail reaching for his bellybutton and black long hair fully down.

Sharing glances was nothing new for you two, but that was the first time you two were alone, eating each other with your eyes, little confessions were made through teasing jokes. And just like that, every single surface of your room was marked by the steamiest sex session you had in months.

He’d been knowing Toji long enough to already know better than letting the truth slip when in his presence, and lucky for you, Choso knew how to be discreet. Except for once. And, of course, it was enough to ruin everything.

You don’t exactly know what happened, because you weren’t there when him and Sukuna went out for a smoke : that pink haired menace had the most attentive eyes - and you didn’t even notice until now – to the point he found a way to make Choso feel safe enough to talk freely.

“ ..c’mon bro, you can tell me, I ain’t Toji. “  smoke pouring from his nostrils, sprawled in the driver’s seat, a low chuckle made it all perfect.

“ aight man you got me, we been fucking for like.. a week now. “  the black haired one admitted, letting his body melt into the leather of the passenger seat, thick smoke clouding all around him as the weed made words roll off his tongue.  “ remember that night we all slept at Toji’s ? It happened when y’all left --  she’s wild bro. Her room ? Fucking destroyed. Think I still got her panties in my car ..  “

And the more he talked, the heavier Sukuna’s breathing got. Fists so tight his knuckles had no more blood flow, and his eyes ? Chose swore he saw hell the exact moment before he got his nose broken, shoved against the window with Sukuna’s gritting in his face, looking like he was about to end him right on the spot.

First you noticed Choso ignoring your messages, then he didn’t even look to your face when randomly meeting around campus, as you noticed the medication on his nose and the black eye, acting like in a rush every time you tried to talk to him. And when today  you suddenly joined him, Toji and Sukuna ? He went even paler than the usual, finding the quickest excuse to leave the scene.

Everything became clear when Toji acted genuinely confused while Sukuna failed to hide a smirk.

The only reason why you didn’t make a scene, was the fact that Choso would have gotten the rest from your brother, if he as well discovered what there was between the two of you.

from : you 

<  what the fuck is your problem ? >

from : Sukuna

< care to explain why ?  >

from : you 

<  you and Toji are competing over a girl and I can’t have a good fuck for once !? >

from : Sukuna

< no idea what u talking abt >

from : you 

<  acting dumb now ? Choso was scared for his damn life and you had no fucking right >

from : Sukuna

< I can claim whatever fucking right after Toji. >

from : you 

<  If I catch you face in this apartment Sukuna, I swear to fucking god, I’ll kill you with bare hands. >

Days go by, and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d listen to you anyways, as you could tell Sukuna practically lives at your place at this point, even having his own keys. At least he’s there exclusively when there’s also Toji, making your blood boil even more with flaming hot rage, since you can not react in any way when your brother’s present.

All you do is leave the sofa or the dining table where you’re chilling or studying, smashing your room’s door closed, letting Toji wander whether you’re being hysterical for your period or something like that. But Sukuna ? Oh, he knows.

He knows damn well where that behaviour is coming from, and to be honest ? He hates it. He hates that you're acting all enraged over a guy that’s not him. He hates the fact that someone like Choso got have what he’s been denying himself for god knows how long, and it didn’t even begin that night in the bathroom; Sukuna noticed you even before he got the chance to find that friendship with Toji, even if it was barely a week before, right when he transferred at your school, you immediately caught his eyes.

At that party he felt like he tasted heaven when he brought those fingers – that were deeply buried inside your wet folds – to his mouth, your juices melting on his tongue making him moan like a virgin. But more than that, it was your voice who turned off his right mind, it was the way your eyes drank every single inch of him, the way your body responded so harmoniously to his touch. So, after all he’d sacrificed for the sake of his friendship with Toji, he couldn’t stand the sole thought of someone else having you the way he denied himself.

Although, something suddenly snaps in him.

A week or more went by since the messages you sent him, no one has been seeing you in the same room with Sukuna, which is strange a lot given how close the three of you are; matter of fact, even if Thursday – which is today – is known as the day you, Toji and Sukuna train together without missing a beat, you choose not to go. Instead, you prefer to wait until they get back home, a choice it soon reveals to be double faced quicker than expected.

The infamous sonority’s new it girl is there as well, an occasion neither Toji nor Sukuna seem capable of missing, betting on who was going to get her first : they both play their best cards to impress her, flexing every single muscle in their perfectly sculpted bodies, malicious smiles and perfectly constructed accidental touching here and there while “trying to help her” with some heavy exercises. Everything goes way smoother for Sukuna, his tattoos working more magic than Toji’s lip scar, and it’s at that point that the black haired friend decides to play a dirty move.

“ you going out after workout ? But isn’t y\n waiting for you at home ? “  just like this, Sukuna loses it.

Not because he lost the chance to fuck a hot girl, but because out of all the ways he could have played him dirty, Toji decided to use the only one he knows it would make Sukuna snap like a mad man. Their friendship has always been about poking and prodding each other’s lack of patience and hot-headed personality to the limits, but surprisingly managing to act out of deep respect when it came to serious matters.

In fact, that night Toji walked in on the two of you in the bathroom, after they were stopped from almost killing each other, Sukuna confessed everything he’d been feeling about you, that whatever was going to happen he wouldn’t dare to play you nor use you just out of a whim, even if he couldn’t truly understand the deepness of whatever he was already feeling for you at the time. To your brother’s face he swore to be a good man for you, but Toji could not stand it. Maybe he was just jealous, maybe he was scared to lose his twin soul out of a friend of his that he perfectly knew how he played with girls.

Sukuna accepted to lose the opportunity of even trying to make things right for the sake of his friendship, for the possibility he had to keep being with you even as just friends.

But now ? Now Toji uses the only moment of vulnerability he’d ever dared to show to him, only to gain the favour of a quick fuck ?

Fuck no.

Meanwhile, you’re getting bored of waiting for them to come back, already dressed up for the gym, foot stomping on the floor while waiting for your brother to answer your text, but as you check it over and over again, you notice that he didn’t even see it. You bite the internal flesh of your cheek, tossing your head against the soft back of the sofa.

from : you 

<  Are you done yet ? It’s getting late. >

The message lightens up Sukuna’s screen at the perfect time, right after Toji played him dirty and the girl’s attention adverted to him : Fushiguro wanted that girl so bad ? It’s fine for him, because there’s something much sweeter waiting for him at home, and it is, indeed, you.

…

The fact that you receive no response even from Sukuna makes your skin itch, bothered to the point you lose it and decide to go anyway, because they must at least be to the point of finishing their workout, right ? With the duffle hanging from your shoulder, you reach the handle to open the door when it opens itself. You finally sigh with relief, realizing that they’re finally back and you can be at peace while working out, but oh, has fate jokes up it’s sleeve for you.

“ my god, you’re finally—  where’s Toji ? ”

“ fucking. ”  Sukuna couldn’t care less about what you were doing by standing at the door, because he pushes you back inside, closing it, his duffle falling to the floor with a loud thud, eyes staring at you. Into you. 

He’s angry.

Oh, his veins are popping out and he’s slightly out of breath. Did he rush back home ?

“ right. ”  your eyebrow arches with confusion, uncertain as to why Sukuna is looking like everything but satisfied with his routine as he usually does; something happened, there’s no doubt in that, just like you perfectly know how things work between these two half-witted gorillas. They argue, they hit each other, and everything goes back to normal with a joint and an obscene amount of munchies. “ don’t wait for me, eat whatever. ”  how stupid of you to even consider the possibility that he was going to let you out.

“ I’ve always wanted you, you know ? ”  as he puts his body between you and the door, words cling onto your ears shocking as much as extremely loud ringing bells hitting you out of nowhere. Your lips part slightly at the sudden loss of word, eyes set on his, a veil of pure confusion falls on them.

“ did you hit your head ? get lost, I don’t wanna hear any of this. ”  you can’t believe he’s trying to talk about something like this after everything he’s been doing to sabotage whatever opportunity you had to get with someone else and find a good reason to completely erase even the last remains of the fantasy of being with him. Not that you can say you’ve made peace with the fact that you’ve given up on it just out of your brother’s whim, but what could you have done more ?

Sukuna’s been fucking round and about whichever girl had a nice ass and the right amount of promiscuity – lucky for them – after mutually agreeing that nothing was ever going to happen between the two of you. Yes, sometimes you both teased Toji about a phantomatic possibility of the two of you having a thing, but it always stopped there. You know Sukuna wouldn’t hurt his best friend, as much as he knows that you do not want to get your twin hurt.

But how much can you still endure at this point ?

“ even after we swore to Toji, I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”  you try to reach for the handle sideways, but Sukuna simply takes a step forward, and you instinctively step back, mouth going dry as your eyes silently beg him to stop his words right there. “ The taste of your lips keeps haunting me .. I look for their softness in every girl I kiss, and fail every fucking time.”

“ Sukuna stop. “  your words are a proper plead by now, stepping backwards at each he takes towards you, legs shaky, the bag hanging from your shoulder falls as your grip on the handles disappears.

“ stop ? ”  he scoffs. “ I’m done with that. ”  there’s no way in earth nor heaven that you could realize before it happened, his hand finding your cheek right before he pulls you in for the roughest, most yearning kiss you’ve had in years.

Yes, he’s licking into your mouth like a mad man, his rough palms grazing the soft skin of your cheeks as desperation takes over him, but it does not feel as dirty as you thought it’d be; you wish you could say that you’ve hesitated at first, but your lips did not miss a single beat as soon you felt his.

All the sudden you find yourself grasping for air as you sink into an ocean of memories you so desperately tried to drown, but suppression only made everything more unbearable, tension so thick that not even Sukuna’s shoulders could have lasted forever. In fact both of you crumbled like cards at the slightest blow of wind, letting yourselves go as your tastes finally mix to each other.

“ mmh Kuna ..” his skin feels sticky, damp under your caressing fingertips, your body refusing to go against its deepest desires as you trace every curve carved by his perfect muscles. Not to talk about how lost you’re getting to his scent, the pungent notes omnipresent after a long workout, mixed with his skin’s and cologne, never missing hints of tobacco as the cherry on top.

“ I’m not gonna sto— ”

“ fuck me. ” 

His hand finds the nape of your neck, strands of hair fisted so that he gets the perfect hold to make you stay in place and claim his rough kiss once more; Sukuna tugs your lips apart with his own, chasing a hunger kept buried for way too long, savouring your taste with sloppy wafts of his tongue, while pushing your body. You won’t be able to explain yourself how you wobbled backwards without stumbling, knees weak at each and every deep growl Sukuna pushed down your quivering mouth.

It can be said that he properly lured you to the kitchen aisle, where you suddenly find yourself bent over, face down and ass at his mercy.

“ want to hear that again. “  voice heavy with raspy bass, Sukuna pressing his chest against your back, mouth brushing over the conch of your ear before nudging at it with his pearly white canines.

“ fuck me, Sukuna. “  the noise of fabric being torn apart makes your body jolt forwards with unexpectancy, your poor gym shorts barely cling onto your body with what’s left of them, since he just ripped them open right where they hugged your ass.

Slap !

A vivid red mark immediately appears on the right cheek of your soft flesh, as your loud moan echoes through the walls.

“ again, doll. Lemme hear that loud n’ clear. ”   the weight of his body disappears from your back, only for the ghost of his hot breath to caress the tender hand mark he’s left on your ass. He’s down on his knees behind you, facing those perfect mounds of yours.

“ f-fuck me —  please, please Kuna, fuck me. ”   whines erupt from your chest as Sukuna gets a handful of your asscheeks spreading them, ruby red eyes ogling at your dripping cunt before he buries his face between its wet folds. Hearty groans vibrate against our sensitive clit as Sukuna sucks and slurps every drop of your sweet sap, needless to say, you immediately start dripping all over his chin, arching your back like a feline in heat.

God knows how long you’ve been waiting for this to happen, how many times you’ve dreamed of having Sukuna just like this at your pleasure’s service, wondering how he’d feel savouring your like a long awaited meal left under his nose for years but without the permission to taste it. You can feel your eyes stinging with crescent tears of need and frustration, because as much as his mouth is working wanders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you need to feel him filling you up to the brim.

“ you taste so good, ‘s fucking addictive. ”   Sukuna uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit one last time, before letting it go with a noisy pop and stand back on his feet. 

Those huge hands of his easily wrapped around your waist to turn your body, now facing him, and lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his hips. Barely a couple of steps from the kitchen aisle to the sofa, where your bodies sticking to one another; none of you seem able to give up on kissing the same mouths that swore not to fall into this again, just like a religious so desperately trying not to indulge in sin, despite life giving it no other choice. 

Your hands are quick to find the hem of his wifebeater and remove it, almost tearing it off of his body, and a grin immediately curls up Sukuna’s lips.

“ soooo greedy, look at you. ”  no matter how lost you are in your desire, your eyes do not fail to snap at him with the most impatience you’ve ever felt.

“ you’re one to talk. ”  you hiss, already at your limit to tolerate his cockiness, your right mind long lost with the pieces of your gym shorts scattered on the kitchen floor.

To prevent any further teasing - noting how his tongue flicked, ready to talk back - your fingers entangle with the pinkish strands of his hat and pull him in a feverish kiss. Tongue battling with his, tasting yourself as satisfied hums dissolve into his groans; his distraction allows you to take advantage and  straddle his meaty tights with yours. your now exposed center dripping onto the fabric of the tenting sweatpants he still has on. 

“ always knew y’ liked to be on top. “ Sukuna coos with hints of pride splattered all over his arrogant face, teasing you till the very end, cause it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t test your limits.

“ oh, you have no idea, Ryomen. “ 

It’s never been a mystery that he packed, voices say that a girl couldn’t walk for days after a single night with Sukuna, but did you ever trust gossip ? No, and that’s why your mouth is now slightly gaping at the sight of his inhumane cock. 

He bucks his hips up just enough to let you slide the waistband of his sweatpants off, and of course the bastard is not wearing boxers, hanging free in the gym because he doesn’t already catch eyes just like this. Nonetheless, your mouth waters even before you can accept the fact that everyone's eyes darted right there during his workout, jealousy has no time to properly set in your mind. 

“ what’s the matter ? Tapping out already ? “  you bat your eyelashes, once. Twice. Three veins running all along his shaft seem to be pulsating to the beat of his heart, so thick you know they’re going to make you lose your mind once deep inside your hungry velvety walls. 

But his head —   this big fucking bulbous, angry red head of his is calling your name, a droplet of precum catching glimpses of the small light left on with distraction. 

“ you’d like that, huh ? “  the tip of your tongue slowly caresses your own bottom lip, before biting it down into a smile that catches Sukuna's awareness, his grin slightly fades with wild curiosity.  “ oh, Kuna.. I’m gonna bury this fat cock of yours so deep inside of me, my name’s gonna be the only word you’ll be able to say. “ 

His silence hits you. 

Ryomen Sukuna has finally been shut for once, but only because it’s his eyes that are the ones talking. His mind blown away from the filth your pretty lips just spoke, and to be honest ? It’s a face you wish you could impress on something to show it to him whenever he acts bolder than he should. 

A hand of yours finds the back of his head once more, as you lean your torso forward to him in order to brush your lips against his ear, licking it with the tip of your tongue. “ not using your big boy words the only time you should ? do I have to pull them out of you ?  ”  In a moment of his full distraction, your other hand had swapped around his base, guiding the tip exactly at your impatient hole. And so, you sink on it.

Slowly, you let Sukuna’s thickness stretch you out as you moan right into his ear. On the other hand, you can feel his chest getting heavy with each breath, groans building up into his sternum until your clit brushed against the pinkish bush on his pelvis, that’s when he completely melts; his head falls back onto the sofa, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed with overwhelming pleasure, feeling your hungry walls swallowing him fully.

It’s not an easy task, you give him credits for it. Never in your experience have you had something like this, kissing right to the opening of your cervix as if it wanted to claim every very part of you; a moment is needed for you to fully adjust to it, slowly moving your hips at first, the upwards motion allowing you to properly feel those thick veins brush against your g-spot. It feels as if your body wants to swallow him inside and never let go, your velvety rings sucking him in as you begin to properly move up and down, nails scratching his collarbone.

“ you were serious, huh ? fell like I’m in yer fucking stomach.  ”  finally, his calloused fingers wrap around your hips lifting up up and then making you slide back down, filling you up completely again. And again, the dripping tip making out with the hilt of your pussy until your mouth falls agape and air is ripped out your lungs with a shattering moan, your nails now scratching all the way down his pecs leaving bright red marks, probably even drawing some droplets of blood.  “ won’t you look at that, already claiming me. ”

As strange as it might sound, you realize that God truly gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldiers, because as soon as Sukuna begins to let his mouth run, your mind finds itself split between a state of pure bliss and the unbearable urge to slap him hard in the face. Somehow, you get back to your senses, getting a rough hold of his jaw. 

“ you love that, don’t you ? ”  your hips snap, slamming against his pelvis with a deep bounce, making him gasp this time, your grip not fading. “ you fucking adore when people look at these and know what you did, cocky bastard. ” again, you ass bounces on his cock with a heavy slam, setting a pace you yourself have no idea whether you can keep up or not, but the face Sukuna’s making is enough to make you resist and continue. 

“ d-damn.. fuuuck! damn right I am. ”  his chest muscles are contracting to the point you can see them under his skin, a sight that makes your pussy gush sticky sap right, dripping onto his balls already, wet slaps against your ass cheeks filling the room.

You try your best to keep your back straight while riding him hard and fast, but your movements are getting sloppier quicker than you wanted it to happen, Sukuna’s bulging monster filling you up so much to the brim, when you decide to look down where your bodies meet, you can the shape of his cock right through the skin of your womb. And there’s where you lose it, completely.

It’s your body that gives up for you, despite your stubborn mind and the intention of making the pink haired asshole your bitch, you realize too late that he’s truly worth of whatever girls say about his size. 

There’s not a single trace of clothes on your bodies now, Sukuna ripped everything away from your body, his mouth latched onto one of your tits, sucking and nipping a your nipple, moaning against the delicate skin while his fingers sink deep into the soft flesh of your ass, spreading it, kneading it, leaving bright red and purple marks on them at his will.

“ Kuna–  ooohh goood!  K-kuna ‘s too much. ”  holding on his shoulders for your dear life, even your head falls against his forehead, eyes closed, whines coming out your mouth non stop even if your throat feels raw by now. 

But did you truly expect something from him, other than a feral crack of a smile curling up his mouth ? It’s merely the illusion of an act of mercy, the pace of his hips getting slower, those deep red pupils of him looking at your reddened cheeks and puffy lips from all the rough kissing, and for a moment, when his hand caressed your jaw, you truly think he’s about to spare you.

“ too much ?  ”  he slows down, yes, but that doesn’t mean Sukuna’s done dragging his fat cock over every ridge inside you, feeling each and every one of it against his engorged veins, and his tip ? Oh, it must be a devil’s trick the way you can feel it getting plumpier than before.  “ well, that’s too bad doll. I won’t stop until the only thing you can say is my name. ”  his voice dips inhumanly low as he mocks you, the hand, one on your face, has slid down without you noticing, now closing around your throat, making you part your spit slicked lips.

Despite all, the fact that his words sound like a death sentence, they make your clenching pussy gush out a creamy ring all around his base, the only thing keeping you from collapsing being your hands wrapping around his wrist. Your vision gets all blurry, tears forming at the corner of your eyes while your whole body violently shakes at the shocking sensation. You just came on Sukuna’s cock because of his threat. 

Fuck, he’ll never stop using this against me.

“ did you.. oh fuck me, you did ! ”  the cruelty of his intention feels never ending, especially when he decides it’s the right time to bury himself deep deep deeeep inside you, pressing onto your cervix to not miss a single pulse of your throbbing pussy around him. “ like that much when I’m mean ? trust me doll, you’re gonna love this. ” 

Sukuna flips you over, and you immediately understand you’ll be limping for days after this.

From being on all fours, his huge arm sets around your neck in a headlock, making your back arch enough for him to nibble at your lobe, a wicked laugh dips directly in your eardrum while he prods his body between your open legs. Sukuna’s intention seem to torture you drippy, sensible cunt by dribing his fat tip up and down your puffy folds, slipping on your clit once or twice before it finds your quivering hole.

“ theeeeeere it is. ”  Sukuna hisses against your ear as he claims you once more with never ending squelching sounds, your body immediately shivers with overstimulation, but the only thing you can do is holding onto his forearm with both your hands. He absolutely folded you with the intention of not letting a single inch get untouched from his rock hard desire, matter of fact, Sukuna immediately starts  to follow a crescent rhythm of pistoning right against your g-spot. But it is not enough, not for him.

With his free hand, he presses exactly on your womb, feeling himself fucking you from there, putting pressure on that point until your eyes cross, your cheeks getting stained from the mascara melted by the previously formed tears. How is it humanly possible, honestly you have no idea, but he makes you arch your back even more to look at you in the face, easing the hook around your neck just enough to concede you a gasp of air.

“ feel that, y\n ? I’ll mold you nice and tight only to take my dick and no one else’s. ”  your eyebrows furrow as more and more waves of pleasure erupt through your body, his heavy balls slapping eagerly against the livid skin of your ass faster and faster when Sukuna traps you in another feverish kiss. His canines mercilessly bite down at your lower lip, tongue licking into your mouth as another form of claim, but the best part - for that fucked up mind of yours - are his beastly groans. “ who does this pretty cunt belong to ? ”   

“ y-you –   fuck ! ”  spit drools onto your chin when a mean slap collides with your clit.

“ you ? I fucked you stupid, huh ? ” another slap, and you’re sobbing at the mercy of a perverted, painful pleasure so intense, there actually is a blank space in your mind, whatever’s capacity of forming a single thought had dissolved at the third slap. “ say my name doll, don’t act all dumb now. ” 

“ to Su- Sukuna oooh goood ! it be- belong to Sukuna ! ”  the more wicked his laugh sounds into your ear, the more spasmic your walls clench around his mean thrusts, something drips down both your thighs and his rhythm slows for mere seconds to look right where you’re making a mess on his pelvis.

“ yeeeaah that’s it, make a fucking mess baby, come on. ” honestly there’s not another words your mind is capable of precessing, especially when he brutally snaps his hips against your ass once more, your body fully limp by now, but at least your squeezing insides are making him finally lose his mind as well, thrust getting more frantic, making the sofa creak so much it’s almost certain the downstairs neighbors are hearing everything. “ I’ll fill you up so much my cum ‘s gonna gush out of you for day, doll –     fuck! come on pretty, let me hear your pretty voice. ” 

He’s not a type that comes less to a promise, because he said he was gonna get meaner, and so he does; one, three, five more slaps against your raw clit overstimulate you to the point that not only your voice shatters in cried moans all over the apartment, but you quirt all over him and the sofa cumming so hard, Sukuna ends up filling you right on the spot, his torso gluing onto your back with heavy grunts bellowing loud into your ears.

The only reason why you’re not melting on the sofa is because Sukuna’s still holding you tight against him, but you wouldn't be able to move even if you wanted to; you can’t feel nothing other than sudden waves of stimulation still tormenting your tired body from under your skin, your belly feels so full you know everything’s going to spill as soon as you make the smallest move. 

You bat your eyes, once, twice, everything slowly turns from being blurry to a clear sight, the empty room in front of you and one thick, tatted and strong arm on your side, holding both of your bodies up. What time is it ? How much time has passed ? You feel like in a lucid dream of some sort, especially when, all of the sudden, you feel like your body is being moved, until you find your back melting into the softness of the cushions. 

“ y\n ? you alright ? ”  his voice sounds softer, way more gentle and.. warming. 

“ mmmhh.. yeah.. ” there’s no possible way you were going to answer without dragging your response, but at least you’re happy to discover that your voice still works; honestly, the whole experience was so intense that right now, you truly hope he’s not going to be an asshole and leave you there like this, because you’ll hate him til the end of–  

“ here, don’t move. ”  it already surprises you that Sukuna has just kissed you on the temple, before carefully climbing down your body, prodding his face right in front of your swollen lips and the mess he’s made of them. 

“ what.. Kuna ? watcha do–   ooh ffuuck ”  never in your life you’d think that the one and only Ryomen Sukuna, would lick you clean after the nastiest, most sloppiest sex you’ve ever had; but his licks are gentle, his tongue swiping delicately between your folds savouring both your orgasms with low “hums” vibrating against your sensitiveness. Both your hands find his soft pinkish strands, gently tugging at them. “ I’m alright, I promise .. come here ? ” 

Your heart almost melts seeing him wink and giggle, probably because of how surreal everything feels, given everything that happened in the past few years. But history always repeats itself, no ? The moment Sukuna climbs back up to lay next to you, the sound of keys turning into the door’s lock wakes both of you from the bliss.

“ ooff ! guys, you have no idea how crazy that new chick was, thought she was about to rip my back open with her nai–   ”  both of you know that Toji never looks into the house when he enters, too busy scattering his things around the entryway, risking an ugly fall whenever he removes his shoes, taking a good ten seconds to look at himself in the mirror. But it doesn’t matter to you in that moment : you kept your eyes closed shut from the moment you heard the keys, while Sukua didn’t dare move his attention from the door, despite not moving a muscle from being on top of your naked body. 

He’s preparing for the impact, because from Toji’s sudden silence, you know it’s about to happen.

Your twin looks at Sukuna at first, his eyes then fall to the floor where your clothes lay all shattered by Sukuna’s strength, and the light bulb in his head lightens up.

“ If I look down and see my sister, I swear to god Ryomen, I’ll gut you open. ”  it’s impossible to determine which one is the bigger problem in the room, given that both Toji and Sukuna are already huge bombs on two legs ready to explode whenever and wherever, while the entire story about you and your brother’s best friend seems to be as big as both of them’s shoulders. But the bigger, worst problem of all, is the fact that none of them has limits when it comes to violence; nonetheless Sukuna immediately stands up, directly facing Toji.

“ yeah ? I’d love to see you try Fushiguro, come on ! ” the first shove comes, Sukuna steps back because of the impact but your brother doesn’t attack him yet, his eyes focusing on you, who’s wearing Sukuna’s ridiculously large wifebeater to cover yourself up.

“ so you fucked-fucked ? I can’t–  fuck ! I’ll fucking kill you Sukuna – ” the first punch lends, there’s not much you can do about that, and surely you’re not putting yourself between two furious goliaths. 

What you can do is, go for Toji’s duffle bag, take his heavy water bottle out and throw it right to his head. You’re too tired for this, barely standing on your feet to the point you need to lean on the wall.

“ stop it you dumbass ! it’s not your fucking business for fuck’s sake ! ”  the true miracle is that your hit actually stopped the carnage that was about to happen, even if nothing assures you that it's not about to start again at any moment.  “ we had sex, so what ? you’ve been fucking round and about every single girl in this campus –   even my friends ! And I can’t have the only guy I actually like ?! Fuck you ! ” 

Your hand pick up the first thing it can reach for and tosses it once more against your twin, who barely manages to move because of the shock.

“ wait –   you like me ? ” Sukuna stops amidst putting his pants back on, pointing a finger to himself, arched eyebrow and a crescent grin curling up his mouth despite the terrific circumstances of your confession.

“ you like him ? Oh hell no.  ” as soon as Toji takes a step towards you, you toss him a picture frame right against his chest, which barely makes him flinch, but you don’t give a damn. You’re twins, you’re ridiculously used to throwing things at him. “ y\n stop it ! ” 

“ I will —   when you stop getting in between me and a relationship !  ”   he snaps, of course he does. one more step and you’re running around the house chased by Toji who’s ready to send you to hell. “ and you know what ? It was a reeeeally good fuck ! Sukuna will be my boyfriend, and next time we’ll fuck on your bed ! ”  

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[satolune]

────── ˙ . ꒷ . 𖦹˙ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘

୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 and his work wife.

⋅ ✰ everyone in the office is terrified of ryomen sukuna— the cold-hearted finance director with a glare sharp enough to make interns cry. everyone except you.

MDNI ✰ oral (fem receiving) ✰ unprotected sex ✰ p in v smut ✰ semi-public sex

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The fluorescent lights of the corporate high-rise buzzed like dying insects overhead, casting a sterile glow over the open-plan office floor. Sukuna Ryomen, Finance Director, ruled his domain with the kind of iron fist that made interns cry in the supply closet and senior analysts suddenly remember urgent dentist appointments whenever he stepped out of his corner office. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp tattoos peeking from the collar of his tailored black dress shirt and a resting scowl that could curdle milk. Rumors swirled that he'd once made a board member resign over a misplaced decimal. No one dared sit near him in the break room. No one stole his parking spot. And absolutely no one touched his food.

Except you.

You were the marketing coordinator two floors down, but you spent more time on the finance level than your own. To everyone else, you were Sukuna's "work wife"—the only soul brave (or foolish) enough to perch on the edge of his desk during meetings, tease him about his coffee order, and—most infamously—steal fries right off his plate while he ate lunch at his desk.

Today was no different.

The executive lunch spread was laid out in the glass-walled conference room: grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and a mountain of thick-cut fries that Sukuna had specifically requested. He sat at the head of the table like a king on a throne, sleeves rolled up to expose veined forearms, stabbing at his food with precise aggression. A cluster of department heads hovered nervously at the far end, discussing quarterly projections in hushed tones.

You sauntered in without knocking, wearing a fitted pencil skirt that hugged your hips and a silk blouse unbuttoned just one notch past professional. Your heels clicked confidently across the marble floor.

Without a word, you slid into the chair beside him—the one no one else would touch—and plucked three fries from his plate, popping them into your mouth with a satisfied hum.

The room went dead silent.

One analyst choked on his water. Another stared like you'd just performed a public execution. Sukuna didn't even look up from his salmon, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the closest thing he ever got to a smile in public.

"Those were mine," he growled, low enough that only you could hear the playful edge beneath the menace.

You leaned in, brushing your knee against his under the table. "And now they're mine. You always take the best ones anyway, Mr. Finance Director."

Someone at the table whispered, "She's going to die. Today's the day."

But Sukuna just pushed the plate slightly toward you, allowing you to steal another fry. The rest of the meeting continued with everyone else sweating bullets while you casually doodled on his quarterly report and whispered filthy promises in his ear whenever the projector light dimmed.

By 4 PM, the tension had built to a breaking point. The office was emptying out, but you lingered, "accidentally" leaving your tablet in Sukuna's office.

He was waiting.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, Sukuna's hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you against his hard chest. His mouth crashed down on yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and hunger. No gentle buildup—never with him. Weeks of sneaking around had turned this into an art form: quick, dirty fucks in supply closets, his office after hours, even once in the executive bathroom during a particularly boring investor call where you'd had to bite your lip bloody to stay quiet.

"Been thinking about this all fucking day," he muttered against your lips, walking you backward until your ass hit his massive oak desk. Papers scattered. A pen holder clattered to the floor. He didn't care. "Watching you steal my food like you own me in front of those spineless idiots."

You laughed breathlessly, fingers already working at his belt. "I do own you. We're married, remember? Or did you forget the ring you keep hidden in your pocket?"

Sukuna's eyes darkened with lust and something fiercer. He spun you around, bending you over the desk with one strong hand between your shoulder blades. Your skirt rode up as he shoved it to your waist, exposing the lacy red thong you'd worn specifically for this.

"Married or not, you're still my little work wife out there," he said, voice rough as he palmed your ass, spreading you open. "And my filthy slut in here."

He dropped to his knees behind you without warning. The first hot swipe of his tongue along your clothed pussy made you jolt. He ripped the thong aside, burying his face between your thighs like a starving man. His tongue was relentless—lapping at your folds, circling your clit with firm pressure, then plunging inside you. Two thick fingers joined soon after, curling brutally against that spot that made your knees buckle.

"Fuck—Ryomen—" you gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all you could focus on was the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring you. He sucked your clit hard, fingers pumping faster, stretching you open. Your thighs trembled.

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, standing up and pressing his clothed erection against your ass. "Not yet. You don't come until I say."

You heard his zipper, then felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapping against your soaked pussy. Sukuna was big—long and girthy, with a slight upward curve that always hit perfectly. He rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices, teasing your entrance.

"Beg," he commanded, one hand fisting your hair.

"Please," you whimpered, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Ryomen. Need your cock."

With a guttural groan, he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned deliciously, filling you so completely you saw stars. He didn't give you time to adjust—just started pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that rocked the heavy desk forward.

"Shit, you're always so tight," he growled, hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the office, mixed with your moans and his low grunts. He reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, never slowing his rhythm. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy again. Mark what's mine."

You were lost in it—the way his cock dragged against your walls, the way his balls slapped against you, the way his free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. He leaned over you, biting down on your shoulder through your blouse as he fucked you harder. The angle shifted, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

"Come for me," he ordered, voice strained. "Now."

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, pussy clenching around his thick length as you cried out his name. Sukuna followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a choked groan. He stayed there, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed buried.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then he pulled out carefully, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down your thighs. He used two fingers to push it back inside you.

"Keep it in until you get home," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck almost tenderly.

You turned in his arms, grinning up at him. "Yes, sir. But only if you let me steal your dessert tomorrow."

Sukuna chuckled—a rare, genuine sound—and kissed you softly. "Brat."

The next morning, the office was buzzing with the usual fear. Sukuna stormed through the halls looking as terrifying as ever, barking orders that made grown men pale. You arrived at 10 AM with coffee, perching on his desk as usual and stealing a bite of his blueberry muffin.

The analysts watched in horrified awe as he merely raised an eyebrow and let you have it.

"Work wife perks," someone whispered.

If only they knew the real perks involved being bent over that same desk every other night, taking your husband's cock until you couldn't walk straight. Or the wedding bands hidden in his wallet and your jewelry box. Or the way he whispered "I love you" against your skin after every filthy encounter.

You winked at Sukuna across the desk. He smirked back—the secret smile that belonged only to you.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough.

The weeks blurred into a delicious routine of corporate terror and hidden passion. Sukuna's reputation only grew more fearsome after he publicly eviscerated a vendor during a budget meeting for "wasting his goddamn time." You, meanwhile, played the perfect work wife: bringing him lunch (which you always sampled first), organizing his files with color-coded tabs he pretended to hate, and sitting in on finance meetings just to "take notes."

No one suspected a thing.

Until the day the copier jammed on the 15th floor.

You'd dragged Sukuna into the supply closet under the pretense of needing his "height advantage." The second the door locked, he had you pressed against the shelves, your legs wrapped around his waist as he freed his cock and sank into you in one smooth thrust.

"Quiet," he hissed, even as he fucked you hard enough to make the shelves rattle. "Or everyone will hear what a slut my wife is."

You buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle your moans as he railed you. His cock was so deep at this angle, grinding against your cervix with every upward snap of his hips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his dress shirt sticking to his muscular back. One hand held you up effortlessly while the other slipped between you to pinch and rub your clit.

The risk always made it hotter—the voices of coworkers just outside the door discussing toner cartridges while Sukuna destroyed your pussy in the dark. You came first, clenching around him like a vice, soaking his cock. He followed with a muffled curse, pumping you full again.

Afterward, he cleaned you up with his handkerchief like a gentleman, then sent you out first with a possessive slap on the ass.

"See you at my desk for lunch," he said. "And don't even think about ordering your own fries."

By the time you reached the finance floor, your legs were still shaky, but you wore a bright smile. Sukuna was already at his desk, looking perfectly composed and terrifying. You slid into your usual spot and immediately reached for his plate.

The entire floor held its collective breath.

You stole an entire handful of fries this time, grinning as you ate them slowly, one by one.

Sukuna's eyes met yours with a heat that promised retribution later—probably in the parking garage, or his car, or the executive elevator that had mysteriously stopped working twice last week.

The crack of your secret marriage made every stolen bite taste sweeter. The fear everyone else felt only heightened the thrill. Because while they saw a monster, you saw the man who fucked you senseless every chance he got, who whispered vows against your skin in the afterglow, and who—despite his reputation—always pushed his plate toward you with that secret, fond glint in his eye.

Later that evening, after the office had emptied, Sukuna locked his door and cleared his desk entirely. He laid you out on it like a feast, spreading your legs wide and eating you out until you were sobbing with overstimulation. Then he flipped you onto your stomach again, fucking you slow and deep this time, savoring every clench and whimper.

"Love you, wife," he growled as he came, hips stuttering.

"Love you too, Ryomen," you gasped, reaching back to pull him closer.

Outside, the city lights twinkled. Inside, the feared Finance Director was nothing but yours—body, soul, and all the fries on his plate.

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blood and sex. king! Sukuna x concubine! fem! reader

synopsis: Sukuna, the king of plagues, returns seriously injured from a battle and is being treated by his favorite concubine but he want fuck you.

warnings: NSFW (MDNI), some fluff, nipple playing, riding, cowgirl, missionary, belly tummy, breeding, multiple orgasms in a row, overstimulation, masturbation, eating pussy, cervix kissing, blood, sukuna in his true form and has two big dicks

a/n: thanks @twinklingstarinthesky for the request 🤭💕 And tysmmm for 4.8k followers!!💗

words: 6829.

The night has already fallen when the large doors of the palace open with a deafening crash. Sukuna, in his true form, advances with heavy and unsteady steps down the main corridor.

Dark blood flows abundantly from several deep wounds: a large gash crosses his right shoulder to the middle of his chest and another wound on his left flank. His four arms hang heavily, two of them weakly pressing against his wounds to contain the bleeding.

His four red eyes glow faintly, his lips are clenched, slightly parted on a silent groan of pain.

“My Lord! Let us treat you!” exclaims a healer running forward, hands trembling. “We have herbs and bandages, we can—”

A low, threatening growl escapes Sukuna’s throat. One of his upper arms sweeps the air with force, pushing everyone back.

“Don’t touch me, vermin.” His voice is hoarse, breathless, but still full of authority. “Where is she? Bring me Y/N. Right now.”

The servants bow deeply and step aside without arguing. A few moments later, you arrive running, your heart tight with anguish. As soon as he sees you, Sukuna lets out a hoarse sigh and continues toward his private chambers.

He collapses heavily onto the raised platform, his back against the thick cushions. His massive body trembles slightly from the effort. The blood continues to flow slowly along his tattoos, staining the silk sheets.

You rush to his side without waiting, already carrying clean cloths and supplies the healers gave you. Your hands tremble as you begin to clean the deep gash on his shoulder and chest.

The wound is irregular, the edges burned by enemy magic, and you see the flesh regenerating slowly, too slowly for your liking. The wound on his flank is bleeding even more, the mouth on his stomach clenched in pain every time you touch it.

“Sukuna…” you murmur, your voice tight.

He places one of his upper hands on the back of your neck, warm and heavy despite his weakness, and pulls you against him. Your face nestles against his chest. The smell of his blood envelops you.

“Stop shaking,” he growls softly, his voice tired. “It’s nothing… those insects couldn’t do anything more.”

“You’re still bleeding a lot,” you reply, throat tight. “I thought… when the servants came rushing to get me, I thought this time…”

A heavy silence settles. His four arms slowly surround you, pressing you possessively against his injured body. His four eyes stare at you with a weakened but burning intensity.

“I can’t die,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice low and hoarse. “Not as long as my pretty concubine is waiting for me here…”

One of his hands slides under your chin, gently lifting your face, and he kisses you. His lips are warm, pressing despite the pain, almost desperate. The kiss is slow, deep, loaded with everything he doesn’t say out loud.

You feel the mouth on his stomach part slightly against your belly, letting out a burning breath, while his arms hold you tighter against him.

You eventually place your hands on his chest and gently push him back, just enough to break the kiss. Your breath is short, your eyes shining with worry and determination.

“Let me treat you first,” you say firmly, your voice more assured than you really are. “You’re still losing a lot of blood. I can’t… I don’t want to lose you because of your pride.”

Sukuna stares at you for a long moment with his four eyes. A low growl rolls in his throat, half-amused, half-annoyed. The mouth on his stomach lets out a small hoarse chuckle. Despite the obvious pain, a carnivorous smile slowly stretches his lips.

“You dare push me away, little thing?” he murmurs, his voice deep and hoarse. Yet his arms loosen slightly around you, giving you just enough space to move.

You take advantage of this opening to pick up the clean cloths again. Your fingers are still trembling a little as you apply the care to the large gash on his shoulder, then to the one on his flank. Sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you, his two lower arms remaining placed on your hips, wanting you close to him even in his weakness.

The flesh closes slowly, but the bleeding persists in places, staining your hands and the silk sheets. Sukuna remains still, his four arms placed around you, two of them absently caressing your back.

You feel his breathing become more regular, his strength returning little by little. His cursed regeneration does its work, even if the wounds remain impressive.

A few minutes pass in tense silence, broken only by the sound of the cloths and his hoarse breathing. You are focused on your task, carefully cleaning the deepest wound on his chest, when suddenly one of his upper hands slides over your waist, while another caresses your hip. His body now gives off a more vivid heat, a sign that he is recovering quickly.

“Enough,” he growls in a stronger, almost impatient voice. His four eyes shine with more intensity. “Come here. I want you now. You missed me on that battlefield, my favorite.”

You shake your head, refusing to let go of the cloth. “No. You’re still injured. Let me finish, Sukuna. It’s important.”

A low and dangerous laugh resonates in his chest. He grabs your hips with two of his arms, trying to pull you onto him despite your protests. The mouth on his stomach opens slightly, letting out a hot breath against your belly.

“Do you really think a few scratches will stop me?” he says, his voice harder this time, tinged with irritation from the persistent pain. “You’re just a concubine I tolerate by my side, nothing more. Stop playing healer and obey.”

The words hit you like a blade. Your heart clenches violently. You freeze, hands suspended above his wound. Your eyes mist over despite yourself. You know he is cruel by nature, but hearing him say it so coldly, after everything you do for him… it hurts.

Sukuna immediately notices the change on your face. His expression darkens. A heavy silence settles.

“…Wait,” he finally murmurs, his voice lower. He gently holds you back when you try to pull away. His four arms surround you with more care. “I shouldn’t have said that. The pain makes me… irritable. You’re not just a simple concubine. You are the only one I tolerate near me. The only one I can’t do without. Forgive me. Please? My pretty girl.”

You smile internally. Seeing Sukuna, the most feared king, begging you to forgive him is exceptional. You remain silent for a moment to make him believe it, then in a surge of frustration, you press the cloth firmly against his deepest wound on his flank. That’ll teach him. You press just enough to remind him of the pain but without aggravating the injury.

Sukuna startles slightly, a hoarse growl escaping his throat. Then, against all expectations, he bursts into a deep, sincere laugh that vibrates through his entire massive body. The mouth on his stomach laughs too, a strange and guttural sound.

“Ah… there’s my favorite with the strong character,” he says between two laughs, his eyes shining with amusement and a darker glint. “You dare wound the King of Curses? What audacity.”

Before you can react, his four arms move with surprising speed despite his injuries. After all, he remains the strongest. He suddenly pins you under him on the platform, his massive body completely towering over you.

His dark tattoos contrast with your skin, his four eyes staring at you with a mix of possessiveness, desire, and brutal tenderness.

You are trapped beneath him, his two upper arms holding your wrists above your head, while his lower arms slide over your hips and thighs, holding you firmly in place. His face is very close to yours, his hot breath against your lips.

“You are mine,” he murmurs in a hoarse voice. “And I am yours, whether you want it or not. Now… let me show you how much better I am thanks to you.”

Without giving you time to answer, Sukuna lowers his head and kisses you again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more voracious. His lips capture yours with obvious hunger, his tongue sliding against yours in a possessive movement that takes your breath away.

You feel the heat of his massive body weighing on you, his wounds still sensitive but ignored by his recovered strength. The mouth on his stomach parts against your abdomen, letting out a burning breath that passes through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

One of his upper hands remains on your wrists, while the other slowly descends along your arm, brushing your skin. His two lower arms, meanwhile, explore freely.

One slides under your dress, caressing your bare thigh, moving up gradually. The other hand settles directly on your chest, enveloping one of your breasts. His fingers gently pinch your nipple through the fabric, making it harden instantly.

You can’t hold back a muffled moan against his mouth. “Sukuna…”

That sound seems to encourage him. His kiss becomes more intense, leaving you little air, while his hand on your breast slowly kneads it, massaging with controlled strength.

Your body arches instinctively beneath him, seeking more contact despite the voice in your head still reminding you of his injuries.

“You’re already moaning so well for me,” he growls against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. “My little favorite… is so sensitive because of me.”

His two lower arms continue their exploration. One of them moves up to your other breast, caressing it with the same avid attention. He presses, kneads, his thumbs circling your now hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure directly between your legs.

You moan louder, head slightly thrown back, eyes half-closed. Your breathing becomes irregular, interrupted by soft little cries each time he pinches a little harder.

Sukuna pulls slightly away from your mouth, just enough to observe your face flushed with pleasure. His four eyes shine with a satisfied and hungry glint. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your skin through the fabric, wanting to taste every part of you.

In one fluid and impatient movement, he releases your wrists and easily tears the top of your dress, exposing your bare chest to the cool air of the room. An appreciative growl vibrates in his throat.

“Much better like this,” he murmurs.

His hands immediately return to your bare breasts. The feeling of his warm, rough skin against your sensitive flesh makes you moan louder.

He kneads them greedily, pressing them together, his thumbs and index fingers playing with your hardened nipples. Each caress sends jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your hips move unconsciously against him, seeking relief.

“Sukuna… ugh more please.” Your moan is longer this time, almost pleading.

He lowers his head, capturing one of your breasts between his lips. His warm tongue circles the nipple, sucking it slowly before nibbling just enough to make you jump with pleasure.

Meanwhile, his hands continue to explore: one stays on your free breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, pulling on the rest of your dress to slide it down your hips. He throws the dress aside.

You are now almost completely naked beneath him, wearing only your panties. Sukuna raises his head, observing your exposed body with satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he breathes against your skin, before kissing you again, more slowly this time, while continuing to slide his hands over your bare curves.

His lips leave yours to descend along your neck, gently nibbling your sensitive skin. One of his upper hands remains on your breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, between your thighs. His fingers brush your intimacy through the thin fabric of your panties, already feeling the heat and wetness accumulating there.

“Just for me, isn’t it?” he murmurs in a hoarse and possessive voice against your ear, his four eyes shining with desire. You shiver beneath him, breathing short. “Yes…” you reply in a trembling sigh. “Just for you.”

A satisfied growl vibrates in his chest. His fingers finally push the fabric aside and slide directly over your hot and wet flesh. He slowly caresses your intimacy, tracing circles around your clit before plunging a thick finger into you. You moan louder, back arched, hips moving instinctively against his hand.

“So wet already…” he growls with a carnivorous smile. His two lower arms hold your thighs spread while his upper hands continue to knead your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your belly, descending progressively lower, leaving a trail of wet heat on your skin.

You pant, lost in the sensations. Your hands slide over his massive chest, following the black tattoos, carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. Sukuna intensifies his caresses: he pushes a second finger into you, curling them to touch that precise spot that makes you see stars.

“Sukuna… ah… yes ugh… it feels so good! There!”

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers from your intimacy, leaving you empty and frustrated. You moan in protest, hips desperately seeking his contact.

Sukuna laughs softly, a deep and amused laugh that resonates in his chest. His four eyes contemplate you with a mischievous and dominant glint.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs. “You dared push me away earlier to treat me… now I’m going to make you wait a little.”

He pins your wrists above your head again with one hand, completely immobilizing your upper body. His other two hands explore your body with deliberate and torturous slowness:

He caresses the inside of your thighs, brushes your swollen clit without ever really pressing, pinches your nipples just enough to make you moan, but never enough to fully satisfy you.

The mouth on his stomach descends lower, licking the inside of your thigh, very close to your intimacy, its hot breath making you shiver, but never touching you directly where you need it most.

Every time you try to move for more, he pulls back slightly, keeping you on the edge of pleasure without letting you fall.

“Sukuna… please…” you beg in a frustrated moan, your body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

“No, no,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice deep and amused. He slides two fingers along your slit, barely entering you before pulling out, repeating this slow and superficial movement again and again. “I want to hear you beg louder. I want you to yearn until you can’t think of anything but me.”

His hands on your breasts gradually slow down. He almost completely releases them, leaving only his thumbs brushing your swollen nipples from time to time, just enough to keep you in a state of burning frustration.

His two lower arms remain focused between your thighs: his fingers slowly caress your wet lips, spread your folds, brush your swollen clit with unbearable lightness. Each pass is too soft, too brief. Your body trembles, your hips lifting desperately to seek more pressure, but he pulls back each time with a low chuckle.

The mouth on his stomach lazily licks the inside of your thighs, leaving wet and warm traces very close to your intimacy, but never touching it. His burning breath makes you shiver violently.

“Sukuna… I beg you…” you moan, voice broken, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I need… I need more… please…”

He doesn’t answer you, too busy with his torment for long minutes, alternating between his fingers barely penetrating you and the tongue on his stomach brushing you without ever relieving you. Your moans turn into small sobs of frustration, your numb wrists still held above your head by his powerful arms.

Sukuna finally brings his face close to yours, his four eyes shining with cruel and amused desire. “If you really want to come, little favorite…” he murmurs in a hoarse and authoritative voice, “then you’re going to have to ride my tongue. The one on my stomach. Sit on it and rub yourself like the desperate little thing you are.”

Your cheeks burn with shame and excitement. You hesitate for a moment, but the need is too strong. When he slightly releases your wrists, you sit up. Sukuna lies completely on his back, his injuries almost forgotten, his massive body exposed. You settle above him, knees on either side of his torso. As you slowly descend, you immediately feel the heat of the mouth on his stomach against your soaked intimacy.

As you position yourself, your ass and pussy brush against something hard, hot, and thick. You clearly feel his two thick and long cocks, erect against your back. A shiver runs through you as you realize how aroused he is.

Sukuna smiles widely, a carnivorous and satisfied smile that reveals his sharp teeth. His four eyes contemplate you with a possessive and amused glint.

“You feel them, don’t you?” he growls, voice thick with desire. “My two cocks waiting only for you. But first you’re going to use my tongue. Go on. Rub yourself. Show me how much you need me.”

The mouth on his stomach opens wider, its thick warm tongue immediately sliding against your slit, licking slowly from bottom to top with diabolical precision. You can’t hold back a long hoarse moan as you begin to slowly move your hips against it.

You settle more comfortably above him, your hands resting on his chest while carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. You begin to rub against the hot and wet tongue, rolling your hips back and forth in a hesitant rhythm at first, then more and more pronounced.

Each stroke of the tongue makes you shiver. It is thick, rough in places, and slides perfectly between your soaked lips, caressing your clit with every movement. Your breasts move with the rhythm of your hips, and your moans become louder, more uncontrollable.

Sukuna watches you from below, his four eyes shining with satisfaction and raw desire. His two lower arms come to rest on your hips, gripping them firmly to guide you.

“You really are a desperate little thing to cum,” he growls in a hoarse and mocking voice, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “Look at you… rubbing yourself like a slut on your king’s tongue.”

His hands guide your movements, making you press down harder against his mouth. He makes you roll your hips in circles, forcing you to press your swollen clit against his tongue which now moves faster, licking and sucking your intimacy with voracity. The sensation is intense, wet, burning. You pant, nails lightly digging into his chest.

Encouraged by the pleasure consuming you, you slide one of your hands behind you. Your hands still find one of his two cocks through the stretched fabric. You clearly feel his first dick, enormous and hard, throbbing under the thick fabric. You begin to caress it through the clothing, pressing your palm and sliding your hand up and down its impressive length.

Sukuna lets out a hoarse growl, almost a guttural moan. His massive body twitches beneath you, and his four eyes narrow in pleasure. “Haaa ugh- you’re too insolent today…” he growls, his voice rougher.

To get revenge, he lifts you above his tongue and penetrates you with it in one thrust, sinking deep into your intimacy. You cry out in pleasure, back arched, as it begins to move inside you, turning, pulling out, plunging back in with force. The rhythm is merciless, as if he wants to punish you for daring to touch him even through the fabric.

“Mhh! Sukuna…! Please..-” you moan, voice broken. Your hips move faster on their own, riding his tongue desperately. Your hand behind you continues to caress his first cock through the hakama, squeezing harder, moving up and down its entire length.

Sukuna growls with pleasure, his hips lifting slightly. His tongue fucks you relentlessly, entering and exiting, licking your inner walls, finding that sensitive spot that makes you tremble violently. His hands on your hips continue to guide you, making you press down harder, faster, forcing you to take everything he gives you.

“That’s it…” he breathes between two growls, voice thick with desire. “I fill you so well with my tongue. You’re so wet it’s dripping onto my stomach. You needed this so badly?”

You moan in response. Your thighs tremble, you lean a little forward. You remove your hand from his cock and place both hands on his chest to keep your balance. The tongue continues its deep and rhythmic assault, taking you higher and higher. The wet and obscene sound of his tongue entering and exiting your soaked pussy fills the room, making you moan even louder.

“Sukuna… ugh- I… I’m gonna…” Your hips move frantically now, riding his tongue without restraint. Each deep penetration makes the liquid of your arousal slap against his stomach. The thick tongue turns inside you, presses hard against that sensitive spot, licks your inner walls with almost brutal greed.

Sukuna growls with satisfaction as he feels your contractions around his tongue. His two lower arms squeeze your hips tighter, holding you pressed against him so you can’t escape.

“That’s it, my little slut…” he growls in a hoarse and dirty voice. “Cum on my tongue. Flood me like the desperate little concubine you are. Show your king how much you get wet for him.”

You cry out, the pleasure becoming too intense. Your nails dig into his tattooed chest, your thighs clenching around him.

The orgasm hits you violently, like a burning wave. Your body arches brutally, your pussy contracting spasmodically around his tongue which continues to fuck you mercilessly throughout your pleasure.

“Sukuna!” you scream, voice broken.

At the same time, Sukuna sits up slightly, one of his upper arms sliding behind your neck to pull you toward him. He captures your mouth in a voracious kiss, devouring your cries of ecstasy. His tongue invades your mouth at the same rhythm that the one on his stomach continues to penetrate you, as if he wants to fill you from both sides at once.

The kiss is dirty, wet, and possessive. He swallows each of your moans while you tremble and cum for a long time, your body shaken by spasms. His kiss muffles your complaints, his tongue turning against yours, nibbling your lower lip.

“There… good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses, his voice low and hoarse. “Cum hard for me. Your little pussy squeezes my tongue like it never wants to let it go. You’re so greedy… even when I’m injured, you can’t help but get fucked by your king.”

You continue to tremble, the orgasm seeming to last forever. Your hands remain pressed on his massive chest, feeling the powerful beats of his heart under your palms.

The tongue on his stomach gradually slows down, gently licking your sensitive walls to prolong your pleasure, collecting every drop of your arousal.

Sukuna doesn’t break the kiss right away. He continues to kiss you deeply, almost tenderly this time, while holding you against him. When your trembling finally subsides, he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his four red eyes shining with satisfaction and a desire still far from satiated.

“You came so hard…” he breathes against your lips, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “But we’re far from finished, my beautiful.”

Sukuna kisses you again with intensity, swallowing every little cry and every ragged breath. When he finally pulls away slightly, a string of saliva still connects your lips. His four eyes stare at you with dark and burning satisfaction.

“Look at you…” he murmurs in a hoarse and dirty voice, while slowly licking your lower lip. “You just came like never before on your king’s tongue. You flooded my entire stomach. What a dirty little concubine you are.”

You don’t answer, body still sensitive, cheeks burning. Sukuna gives you no rest. His two lower arms firmly grip your hips and lift you just enough to withdraw his tongue from your intimacy. A wet and obscene sound echoes as it slides out of you, leaving you empty and throbbing.

He lays you back on his chest, but this time he sits up a little more, leaning against the cushions despite his injuries. His massive body still dominates you. In one fluid movement, he uses his upper arms to turn you slightly, placing you lower on his abdomen, right above his hakama stretched to the extreme by his two erections.

“Sukuna…” you breathe, still breathless.

“Shh,” he growls, nibbling your neck. “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”

His hands explore your naked body with greed. One kneads your breast, pinching your still sensitive nipple, while the other slides between your thighs to slowly caress your swollen and soaked lips. He spreads your arousal all over your slit, making you shiver.

“You’re soaked… ready to take my dick.” His voice is low, dangerous. “But first, I want you to feel how hard I am for you.”

He presses you more firmly against him. Through the stretched fabric of his hakama, you clearly feel his two thick and burning cocks. They throb against your ass and intimacy, enormous, hard as stone.

You can’t help but moan as you rub lightly against them. Sukuna laughs lowly, amused and excited. He grabs your hips and makes you move slowly against him, sliding you back and forth over his two erections still trapped under the fabric.

“You feel them?” he murmurs against your ear, nibbling the lobe. “Two big cocks waiting only to fill you. You are the only one who has the right to take them. The only one I want to fuck until you cry with pleasure.”

Your hands remain placed on his chest, seeking support as he guides you faster. The friction of the fabric against your sensitive clit makes you pant. Sukuna continues to speak, his voice becoming rougher and rougher:

“You are mine. My favorite. My personal little slut. Even when I come back from the battlefield covered in blood, it’s you I want to destroy and rebuild with my fucking dicks. Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”

“I… I want you to fuck me, Sukuna… please my king.” you moan, voice trembling.

Satisfied, he growls and, with an impatient gesture, uses two of his arms to lower his hakama enough. His two thick cocks finally spring out, heavy, veined and glistening with precum.

The one underneath, slightly smaller than the first, rubs directly against your slit, while the first presses against your clit and belly.

He doesn’t penetrate you right away. He makes you wait a little longer, slowly rubbing his two members against you, sliding them between your soaked lips without entering.

“Look how wet you are for this,” he breathes while looking into your eyes. “You were made for me. To take everything I give you.”

Finally, he aligns his first cock against your entrance. With a slow but firm thrust of his hips, he begins to sink into you. The thickness is impressive. You moan at length, nails digging into his shoulders, as he stretches you progressively, inch by inch, until he is deeply buried inside you.

“Fuck so tight…” he growls, teeth clenched in pleasure. He remains still for a moment, savoring the sensation, then begins to move. Slow and deep thrusts at first, then more and more powerful. His second cock rubs perfectly against your clit with every movement, adding intense stimulation.

His four arms completely surround you: two on your hips to guide you, one on your neck to kiss you, and the last caressing your breast. He kisses you again, devouring your moans while he fucks you with an increasingly sustained rhythm.

“Take it all,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Take your king’s cock like the good little concubine you are for me. I’m going to fill you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You pant against his lips, body completely overwhelmed. Each deep thrust drives his massive first cock to the very bottom of you. You feel it so thick, so long, that it directly touches the cervix of your uterus with every push.

The pressure is intense, almost too much, a mix of burning pleasure and a delicious slight pain that makes you tremble. Your belly swells slightly every time he sinks completely, as if your body is struggling to accept him entirely.

Every movement creates a perfect friction that sends electric shocks through your entire body.

“Sukuna… ahh… it’s too deep…” you moan, voice broken. He laughs lowly, a hoarse and satisfied sound, while accelerating the rhythm.

His hips slap against yours with more force. Your intimacy contracts violently around him, squeezing his veined length as if it refuses to let him go.

“You feel that?” he growls against your ear, nibbling your skin. “My big cock hitting the bottom of your belly. I’m touching your little uterus.”

His crude words make you moan louder. Your hands tremble on his chest, nails digging into his tattooed skin. The heat of his massive body, the smell of blood, sweat and sex, everything overwhelms you.

Sukuna slightly changes the angle of his hips, and suddenly every thrust hits that sensitive spot inside you even better. You cry out, body shaking. Your thighs tremble around him, your arousal flowing abundantly along his cock.

He fucks you harder, faster, using his four arms to hold you exactly how he wants. One of his upper arms slides between your bodies to pinch your clit between two fingers, rubbing it at the same time as his second cock stimulates it.

The pleasure rises quickly, almost unbearable. You feel your second orgasm approaching like a gigantic wave. “Sukuna… I… I’m going to cum…!” you sob, tears beginning to pearl at the corners of your eyes.

“Cum,” he orders in a hoarse and authoritative voice. “Cum on my cock like the good little favorite you are. Let me feel your pussy squeezing me.”

You cum.

The orgasm hits you with incredible violence. Your body arches violently, head thrown back. Your inner walls contract spasmodically around his thick cock, squeezing and pulsing as if you want to milk him.

Tears flow down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and raw emotion. Your hands desperately cling to his chest while you scream his name.

“Sukuna…! I love you…!” you sob between two spasms, voice broken by pleasure and tears. “I love you… mhh- I love you so much…”

These words seem to strike him. Sukuna groans deeply, his massive body twitching beneath you. His four eyes widen slightly, then darken with an intense emotion he almost never shows.

He holds you tighter against him, his arms enveloping you while he continues to penetrate you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted and limp against his chest.

“…Idiot,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice hoarse but strangely soft. He kisses your forehead, your temples, wiping your tears with one of his thumbs. “You cry while telling me that… You really are my only weakness.”

You remain nestled against his massive chest, body still shaken by light spasms, when Sukuna decides he is not done with you. In one fluid and powerful movement, he rolls you onto your back without fully pulling out of you.

He positions himself above you, placing you in missionary. His imposing body completely dominates you, his four arms resting on either side of your head and on your hips.

You are already hypersensitive after your intense orgasm. Your intimacy is still pulsing around his cock, swollen and ultra-sensitive. As soon as he moves slightly, a high-pitched moan escapes you.

“Sukuna… wait… I’m too sensitive…” you breathe in a trembling voice.

But he doesn’t listen. On the contrary, a carnivorous smile stretches his lips as he adjusts his position. He passes your legs over his hips, opening you completely to him, and sinks in with one deep thrust to the bottom.

“You’re going to take more,” he growls, voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you cum around me one more time. I want to get you pregnant.”

He begins to fuck you with passion, long, powerful and measured thrusts. Each push makes his hips slap against yours. His massive cock touches your cervix again, even more intense in this position. The sensation is overwhelming — you are overstimulated, every friction makes you jolt, tremble, and cry with pleasure.

“Ahh! Sukuna… it’s too much… too deep!” you sob, hands gripping his shoulders.

Your inner walls, hypersensitive, contract violently around him with every movement. Every time he sinks completely, an electric shock runs through your belly. Your clit rubs against the base of his second cock with every thrust, adding unbearable stimulation.

Sukuna looks you straight in the eyes, his four red eyes burning with a rare emotion. He lowers his head and kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans and your cries while continuing to pound you with passion.

His hips roll with force, but there is something different this time: it is no longer just raw desire, it is possessive, almost desperate.

“Look how you squeeze me…” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Even after cumming, your little pussy wants more. You were made for me.”

Your tears flow nonstop down your cheeks. The pleasure is so intense it almost becomes painful, but you don’t want him to stop. Your legs tremble around his hips, your nails scratch his tattooed back.

Sukuna gradually accelerates, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. The room is filled with the wet sound of your bodies slapping, your high-pitched moans and his hoarse growls.

He slides one of his hands on your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb while continuing to fuck you passionately.

“Listen to me,” he breathes against your lips, voice low and hoarse. “I love you.”

These words, spoken by the King of Curses, make you open your eyes wide despite the tears.

“I love you, little idiot,” he repeats louder, burying his cock to the bottom with every word. “You are the only one I love. The only one who can make me feel this. The only one I will never destroy.”

His words make you tip over. Your third orgasm hits you brutally, even more violent than the previous ones. You scream his name, body arched beneath him, your pussy contracting so hard around his cock that Sukuna groans at length, teeth clenched.

He holds you against him, his four arms completely enveloping you while he continues to pound you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted, sobbing and trembling beneath him.

“I love you my king…” you murmur weakly between two sobs, completely overwhelmed by emotion and pleasure.

He kisses you tenderly on the forehead, then on the lips, finally slowing his movements to let you breathe. His massive body remains pressed against yours, his cock still deeply buried inside you, throbbing.

“I know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice softer than it has ever been. “And I will never let you go. You are mine. Forever.”

His movements become more erratic, deeper. You feel his dick swell even more inside you, throbbing violently against the hypersensitive walls of your intimacy. Every thrust makes your whole body tremble.

Sukuna buries his face in your neck, his teeth brushing your skin while his hips slap harder against yours. His growls become rougher, more animal.

“I’m going to cum…” he growls against your ear, voice broken with pleasure. “I’m going to fill you to the bottom, my darling…”

You can only moan weakly, completely overwhelmed. Your hands slide over his back, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. You feel the pressure rising in him, his muscles tensing under your fingers.

With one final powerful and deep thrust, Sukuna sinks all the way in, the head of his cock pressed directly against your cervix. He cums in a long and guttural groan that vibrates through his entire chest.

You feel the hot and abundant jets of his cum pouring into you, thick, burning, filling your belly with powerful pulses. There is so much that you feel completely flooded.

His second member also throbs against your clit, spreading its hot seed over your belly and chest in long jets.

Sukuna continues to move slowly while he cums, as if to push his seed as deep as possible inside you. His four arms hold you firmly against him, keeping you prisoner under his massive body while he empties himself completely.

When he finally finishes, he remains buried inside you, his cock still throbbing, refusing to pull out. He collapses slightly on you, careful not to crush you completely with his weight. The mouth on his stomach gently licks your skin, tasting the sweat and traces of seed on your belly.

You stay like this for a long moment, only the sound of your panting breaths filling the room. Sukuna finally raises his head and looks at you. His four red eyes are softer, almost vulnerable.

He wipes your remaining tears with his thumb, then kisses you slowly, tenderly, a kiss very different from the previous ones: deep, languorous, filled with an emotion he only shows to you.

“You are mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not just my concubine. Not just my favorite. You are the one I love. The only one who can make me say such ridiculous things.”

You smile weakly, still trembling, exhausted but happy. Your hands gently caress his chest, avoiding his wounds which have almost finished closing.

Sukuna rolls onto his side without pulling out of you, pulling you with him so you end up lying on his chest. His four arms envelop you like a warm and protective cage. The mouth on his stomach lets out a hot and satisfied breath against your belly.

He slowly caresses your hair with one of his upper hands, his other arms holding you against him. The silence is peaceful, disturbed only by your breathing which gradually slows down.

After a long moment, he murmurs in a deep and serious voice:

“Marry me.”

You raise your head slightly, surprised. His four red eyes stare at you with a rare, almost solemn intensity.

“I want you to become my queen, not just my favorite. I will kill the other concubines. They serve no purpose. They are just useless objects. Only you matter. I will have them executed tomorrow morning.”

Your heart clenches. Despite the fatigue and the warmth of the moment, you gently shake your head. “No, Sukuna… please. Don’t kill them. They have done nothing wrong. They are just… there. I don’t want their blood to be shed because of me. Let them live. Send them far away if you want, but don’t kill them.”

He frowns, visibly displeased. The mouth on his stomach growls slightly.

“You are too soft,” he growls. “That’s why I love you.” He sighs, then finally nods reluctantly. “Very well. I will banish them from the palace tomorrow. But only you will remain by my side. Forever.”

You smile weakly and snuggle tighter against him, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Thank you… my king.”

Nine months later.

Spring bathed the palace in golden light. The cherry trees in the private garden that Sukuna had enlarged for you were in full bloom.

In the royal chamber, you were lying on the platform, exhausted but radiant, holding a small sleeping treasure against you.

Your daughter.

She was tiny, with a tuft of silky black hair, and two small red eyes that sometimes opened to observe the world with curiosity. Two tiny black marks, similar to very small tattoos, adorned her little arms. She had inherited her father’s strength, but also your gentleness.

Sukuna was sitting by your side, in his true form. Two of his arms held you against him, while another delicately supported your daughter’s head. For the first time in his long existence, the King of Curses seemed almost… peaceful.

“She is perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and awed. He brushed the little hand that had closed around one of his fingers. “She will probably be stronger than me. And as beautiful as you.”

You laugh softly, tired but happy.

“She will have your character… and I hope a little of my patience.” Sukuna leaned down and kissed your forehead with infinite tenderness, then placed a very soft kiss on your daughter’s forehead.

“I never thought this would happen to me one day,” he confessed. “Loving someone. Having a family. But you… you changed everything.”

You snuggle against him, your daughter nestled between the two of you. “We are a family now, Sukuna. You, me, and her.”

He tightened his arms around you, protective, possessive, but above all loving.

Outside, the world continued to fear the King of Curses. But here, in this room filled with light and cherry blossom petals entering through the window, he was no longer just a man. A husband. A father. He had finally found something more precious than power.

“I love you,” he murmured against your hair. “I love you too,” you replied smiling, eyes shining with happiness.

Your daughter let out a small sleepy sigh, as if she approved. And for the first time in centuries, the King finally felt complete.

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[owwllly]

Okinawa, the day you became my air.

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna finds out his favorite pregnant concubine is injured :: tags. fluff, angst, reader gets called ‘woman’ :: ac. @/greybookman on x

you want that damn scroll.

one of the old texts on yokai lore sukuna left half-unrolled on a high shelf days ago. boredom and the restless energy of pregnancy drives you to it. standing on the tips of your toes, with one hand braced against the lacquered cabinet, you stretch up.

your belly, round and full at nearly eight months, shifts heavily. the baby kicks hard as if protesting.

“just... a little more—“

the wood creaks. your foot slips on the woven tatami mat and then the world tilts.

you hit the floor with a sharp cry, pain lancing through your side and wrist. the scroll clatters beside you. for a moment you lie there, breathlessly. your hand instinctively cradles your belly. the baby moves again. it’s still strong and alive.

relief floods you, but it’s followed quickly by fear.

because your hear them. those heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. too fast and way too purposeful.

the sliding doors slam open with enough force to rattle the entirre frame. sukuna stands there, all four beefy arms tense, crimson eyes blazing with immediate and lethal irritation. the mouth on his abdomen twists into a snarl before the one on his face even opens.

he takes one look at you on the floor, at the displaced cabinet, the way you clutch your wrist and the temperature in the room seems to drop.

“what,” he growls, “is the meaning of this, woman?”

you try to push yourself up. trying to make yourself seem presentable, “it’s nothing, my lord. i only—“

“do not.”

two of his arms move before you can finish. one massive hand catches your shoulder while the other slides beneath your knees. he lifts you as if you weigh nothing before carrying you to the thick futon piled with silks. the third hand hovers over your belly, not quite touching, while the fourth grips your injured wrist with surprising gentleness. though his expression promises murder.

you wince as he probes the swelling. a bruise is seemingly already blooming.

sukuna’s eyes narrow at the bruise on your wrist. something inside him twists, “you fell.”

“well, i reached for a scroll,” you admit quietly as you hold your head down in shame, “didn’t think—“

“yeah. you obviously didn’t think,” his voice is deceptively calm now. the kind of calm that precedes slaughter.

he sets your wrist down and rises to his full imposing height. the black tattoos shift across his skin as his muscles flex, “tsk. y’re crawling about like some reckless servant chasing trinkets, and look where that got ya.”

the air grows thick with that ominous cursed energy you’ve grown used to. outside in the gardens, you hear a distant scream. you swallow thickly. that was an unfortunate soul who was probably been lingering too close at the wrong moment.

sukuna doesn’t even glance toward the sound. his focus remains locked on you.

he kneels again, red eyes boring into yours. one hand cups your chin to tilt your face up, “do you have any idea what i would do to this entire fuckin’ country if you lost that child?”

your heart stutters.

you know he isn’t exaggerating. sukuna’s affection is a double edged blade. it’s obsessive, violent and all-consuming. you have seen villages erased for lesser offenses than inconveniencing his property.

“y-yes, but i’m alright,” you whisper, “the baby kicked just now. it’s still strong and kicking."

as if to prove it, another solid thump presses against your belly. sukuna’s big hand moves immediately, his warm palm spreading over the curve.

for a long moment there’s silence. then he exhales through his nose, a sound closer to a growl.

“you will not leave this chamber without my presence until the birth.” it isn’t a suggestion. “servants will bring you everything. if you desire a scroll, they will fetch it. if you desire the moon itself, they will bleed trying.”

you reach up with your good hand to brush fingers along one of his wrists. you tilt your head as you look up at him, “you’re angry.”

“furious.”

the word drips with venom. yet he lowers himself beside you on the futon, two arms pulling you carefully against his chest while the other two adjust pillows behind your back. the contrast is dizzying. his body radiates power and heat, capable of tearing mountains, but he handles you like a fragile thing.

“i should chain you to this bed,” sukuna mutters, lips brushing your temple, “perhaps then you’d stop testin’ me.”

a small smile tugs at your lips despite the dull ache in your wrist. “you’d miss my stubbornness too much,” you chuckle softly.

the king of curses huffs. the mouth on his stomach licks its lips, tasting the air—probably the lingering trace of your blood from a scraped elbow.

you lean into him and lett the solid bulk of his true form surround you. four arms are useful for this, at least. one idly strokes your hair, another rests over your belly, the third keeps your injured wrist elevated and the fourth simply holds you close.

minutes pass in comfortable silence. his cursed energy fluctuates wildly. you can feel the rage still simmering, but it’s more contained. you can feel it coiling around the room like invisible smoke, ready to lash out at the first person who enters.

a hesitant knock sounds at the door.

“enter,” sukuna barks.

a trembling servant girl slides the door open, carrying a tray of bandages and herbal salve. her eyes widen at the sight of sukuna holding you so intimately. she nearly drops everything.

“give it here,” he snaps while extending one arm without releasing you. the girl approaches on her knees, head bowed low, and places the tray within reach before scrambling back.

sukuna tends to your wrist himself.

his touch is precise, almost clinical, wrapping the linen with surprising care. every so often his gaze flicks to your face to check for discomfort. the fury hasn’t left his eyes, but it has shifted. it’s now directed outward. toward the world that has dared let you fall.

when he finishes, sukuna pulls you closer again. “if this swells worse by morning, i’ll flay the physician who attends you. slowly.”

you chuckle softly as exhaustion creeps in. too much happened in a small amount of time for your heavily pregnant self, “‘kay, noted.”

he stays like that long after your breathing evens out. sukuna rarely sleeps much, but tonight he remains vigilant and his hand never leaves your belly.

. . .

by the next morning, word has spread through the estate like wildfire. no one is to allow you out of the inner chambers without the king of curses’ permission.

extra guards patrol the halls. when a maid brings breakfast, she keeps her eyes on the floor and moves with exaggerated slowness, terrified of triggering his wrath.

you watch sukuna from the futon as he paces, big arms crossed in various combinations. he has already executed one overzealous attendant who suggested you might have ‘overexerted’ yourself earlier in the week. the body has been removed before you woke.

“ryo.. come here,” you call softly, trying carefully to calm that rage by using that nickname you made up for him. instead of the usual politeness.

sukuna pauses. then, with a reluctant grunt, he returns to your side. you take one of his large hands and place it back on your belly.

"feel it. he’s fine. we’re fine.”

sukuna’s expression remains stormy, but the tension in his shoulders eases fractionally, “if anythin’ changes...”

“‘you’ll destroy the world’. . . i know.”

a rare, sharp-toothed smirk tugs at his lips, “good. you’re learning.”

[sugarqapples]

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make sure you are logged into your X/Twitter account cw: explicit porn contents ᝰ.ᐟ art credit: @thatsallitchief

── .✦ satoru gojo ˎˊ˗

⟢ teasing you w his dick  ⟢ rubbing your clit  ⟢ handjob with his giant dick  ⟢ nice and slow ⟢ he got a pretty dick

── .✦ suguru geto ˎˊ˗

⟢ fingering you while making out  ⟢ backshots in a miniskirt ⟢ ride  ⟢ leash kink ⟢ dick riding

── .✦ kento nanami ˎˊ˗

⟢ brattaming you   ⟢ riding him after a long day  ⟢ spanking  ⟢ thrusting deep inside ⟢ gripping on your ass 

── .✦ toji fushiguro ˎˊ˗

⟢ riding him  ⟢ slapping your ass while you ride  ⟢ watches as you bounce ⟢  belly budges ⟢  handcuffs and a leash

── .✦ choso kamo ˎˊ˗

⟢ bouncing on his dick  ⟢ giving him a handjob  ⟢ sit on his face ⟢ appreciating your holes  ⟢ thrusting 

── .✦ hiromi higuruma ˎˊ˗

⟢ obsessed  ⟢ Fishnets ⟢ making out w your pussy  ⟢ on top of you  ⟢ he's an eater

── .✦ ryomen sukuna ˎˊ˗

⟢ backshot  ⟢ sucking dick in the backseat  ⟢ impatient  ⟢ nut inside your ass ⟢ takes your pants off

── .✦ hajime kashimo ˎˊ˗

⟢ wet tongue  ⟢ oh he eats.  ⟢ backshots  ⟢ rubs your clit ⟢ thigh fucking 

── .✦ yuji itadori ˎˊ˗

⟢ appreciating your pussy  ⟢ levitating  ⟢ riding his face ⟢ riding his face with fishnets  ⟢ while cuddling 

── .✦ megumi fushiguro ˎˊ˗

⟢ face to face  ⟢ twitching underneath him while he fucks you  ⟢ arm wrapped around you  ⟢ backshots  ⟢ gentle morning sex

── .✦ yuta okkotsu ˎˊ˗

⟢ watching you ride him in the mirror ⟢ he loves the way you taste  ⟢ from the back  ⟢ eater  ⟢ more backshots 

── .✦ toge inumaki ˎˊ˗

⟢ playing w your pussy  ⟢ admiring you while you ride him  ⟢ pounding you ⟢ legs wide open  ⟢ sideway 

[honeysilkdawn]

just a friendly reminder you can’t call a fic x reader and then

A) describe the reader’s appearance in detail

B) give the reader a faceclaim / use pictures of random Pinterest women as the “reader” in a SMAU

C) give the reader a name

D) assign the reader a specific ethnic or cultural background unless requested

E) write the “reader” so specifically that they’re basically an OC

If you wanted to do the above then the story should have been x original character and not x reader.

[elicalace]

wearing sukuna's kimono

you're laying in bed naked, hair messed up, still out of breath. sukuna is laying next to you — the only proof he actually was the one who just fucked you in seven different positions for hour the sheer layer of sweat covering his body.

he definetly wasn't worn out like you, so he stood up without speaking, leaving the room to get you a glass of water presumably. the silence isn't anything new — he never talks much after, preferring to let the comfortable quiet settle in.

while your laying in bed sprawled like a starfish waiting for your lover to return, a cold wind from the open window endulges you, making you shiver, goosebumps forming on your bare body.

you could either wait for your husband to come and save you or get up and put on the first thing you saw. deciding for the latter after another blow of cold air, you push yourself up, feet dangling from the bed.

with another push you stand up, legs still sore, making your way to the wardrobe. you were to tired to search for something of yours, taking the first soft material your hand grazed in the dark space — only when pulling it out you saw what it was — one, probably sukuna's favourite, kimono.

you never wore his clothes — not because he forbid it,no, just because there was never the need to. he always bought you everything you asked for and more, even your own fair share of kimonos, and he was always the one dressing you after sex — if needed. thinking about it, you probably really never wore a piece of his clothing. would it bother him?

shrugging off the internal debate, you opt to just put it on. i mean, he's your husband after all. slipping your arms through the white sleeves, the clothing way too big for you, you wrap the kimono around your body. his smell hits you almost immediatly, like it was reminding you whose robe you were wearing.

waltzing back to the bed, falling onto the soft matress you look at the ceiling. the cold air was still blowing in from the open window, but you weren't shivering anymore now. there isn't much time to settle in before the door opens again, the over 6'6 men standing there with a glass of water.

he doesn't see his clothing on you until he moves closer, the matress dipping from his weight when he sits down. the room wasn't illuminated enough for him to see — but now when he turns to look at you, his sharp eyes freeze. you can't read his expression, the way he's looking with such an intense gaze raking over your body has you second doubting if you made the right choice.

you're waiting for him to break the silence, but when he doesn't you talk to him with a soft, almost unsure voice. "it was the first thing i grabbed, if it's not to your liking for me to wear—" you don't finish talking, his arms reaching out to touch you, pulling you in by the waist.

sitting you ontop of his lap, the kimono covering your whole frame, one of his hands grabs your chin, making you look up to him. "if you truly think i would forbid my wife to wear my clothing, you really are foolish, brat." it's the first time he's spoken since he entered the room, his voice rough and commanding despite having talked so quietly.

there's no time to think or speak, with the way his arms are moving all over your body — one slipping under to caress your naked hip. "soo you like it?" your tone is light, meant to be teasing, but he doesn't have his usual smirk he has when he's amused.

"wearing the king's attire makes you the queen, don't you think? you marked yourself as mine." he murmors against your ear, his hot breath hitting you, the possesive edge in his voice making you understand what this was about. if that wasn't enough, the feeling of his bare cock hardening under you, confirming your thoughts — he was getting turned on from this.

"i already was yours,no, my lord?" it comes out breathier than you intented to, the conversation making a blush form on your cheeks from the intensity. the grip he has on your hips thightens, before he ultimatly decides to flip you over on your back, him ontop of you. "you mortals are really getting bold claiming such titels aren't you?"

the degrading way he was speaking to you wasn't his cold mannered one — it was the one he used when he knew he was about to lose his patience and was waiting for you to give him the permission to. "only when i know you like it." he found the confirmation he needed — his eyes finding yours, hand roughly holding your cheeks in his hand without actually hurting you.

he leans in, murmuring a quiet brat before pulling you into an aggressive kiss, leaving you no room to breathe. looks like you won't be sleeping anytime soon...

[cumchiato]

Toji hates condoms ♡

୨୧ ― The flickering neon sign outside Toji's shitty little apartment paints his sweat slicked back in a red glow as he slams into you, bare with no condom this time. His rough calloused hands bite into your hips hard enough to bruise, the smack of skin on skin drowning out the choked whimpers you can't stop.

"Look at you," he growls, voice gravel drenched and smug. A thick vein pulses along his cock as he drags it out slow -too slow- just to watch your pussy flutter, desperate and empty, "Clenchin’ like a fuckin’ virgin around me every goddamn time. Beggin’ me to stay." His thumb swipes through the mess dripping down your thigh, shoving two fingers past your parted lips without warning, "Taste that? All you. No rubber bullshit ruining the flavor... Or fun."

You gag around his digits, tears pricking your eyes as he rams back in with a squelch. The obscene wetness of him splitting you raw makes your toes curl. He’s right -fuck he’s right- every drag of his bare cock lights your nerves like kerosene.  

"Shoulda seen your face," he laughs, hips snapping forward to nail your cervix in a way that makes you see stars. The headboard cracks against the wall, your nails scratching red angry lines into his back. It's too good, so fucking good, but the thought of him filling you up like this- "Eyes wide, screamin’ ‘Toji, please, I’m not on the pill-!" His mimicry of your panic is vicious, mocking, "Too late now, princess, I'm gonna pump your womb full 'til it takes."

You feel him swell, thicker, hotter. Panic claws up your throat, "Wait-wait, I can’t-!" Despite your protests you can't help but pull him closer, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers home again and again, a broken mantra of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh~-"

Toji cuts you off with a snarl, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm, "You can."

It’s the way he says it -like a vow, like a curse- that unravels you. Your legs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the muscles rippling across his lower back, "S'too good- T-Toji~♡!!! Please don-don't stop!! D-Don't p-pull out~♡! Make me a mother~" 

He grins, all teeth, "There it is."  

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Toji Zenin hates condoms because he needs you to feel it- the primal, filthy truth of him branding your insides. The schlick of your juices mixing with his cum, the way your walls spasm when his tip kisses your cervix. He wants you dripping him for days, every step a reminder of how he utterly ruined you. No one could ever satisfy you the way he does.

But more than that?  

He hates them because latex can’t give you his kid.

His favorite girl, you- the woman he can picture with a tiny diamond on your ring, belly swollen and soft. The idea of you carrying his brat makes his cock ache and his teeth grind. He imagines you walking around, round and glowing. Your tits, heavy with milk, aching for his mouth.

"S’why you keep comin’ back, right?" he mutters later, holding your limp body close as he licks the sweat from your neck. He rubs your stomach, still flat, but not for long, "Deep down… you want me to put a baby in you."

Toji can see it now- a boy, with his jawline and his eyes. A girl, with your smile and his nose. A handful of tiny brats, all perfect.

He knows it would be a mistake. A kid deserves better than a monster, a man who can count his friends on one hand. Toji will never be anything more than a glorified hired body. But the thought is tempting.

"Imagine my brat, growin’ in that pretty belly. Havin' family dinners… Soccer games… Movie nights…"

He's not the kind of guy you can build a life with. Too rough, too wild, too dangerous. But Toji can't deny the way his heart clenches at the idea.

"Fuck, baby… That'd make me so fucking happy…"

Toji Zenin hates condoms because, maybe, just maybe… He'd like a family to actually call his own.

[elicalace]

it's no surprise that sukuna does not shave. i mean have you seen him? there's just no way a man like him would waste time doing something so meaningless. especially because he knows how much you like it.

everytime it always happens the same way — you're laying in bed with your husband, your head on his chest — the closest you will come to him cuddling while you're still awake.

you're casually tracing shapes on his arms, chest wherever you can reach comfortably — he would never admit it but the feeling of your fingers caressing him so softly makes his usual tense body relax.

"are you done petting me like a dog?" there's no real bite to his voice — quite the opposite — he sounds like he's almost purring but trying to show he doesn't actually enjoy it.

you just hum, ignoring him, letting your hand trail down his chest, stopping to touch his chiseled abs, appreciating the view. your eyes trace down lazily, taking in the v-line dipping into his boxers.

but your eyes get stuck on something else — the thick pinkish hair going from his bellybutton all the way down to his waistband, dissappearing under the material. lowering your hand to touch the hair with your pointer finger, you start playing with the hair, moving up and down — even pushing down his boxers a bit to have better access.

"i love your hair. it's like a map leading to your dick." the way you say it so casually has sukuna almost choke on his breath — which doesn't happen often. he looks away from your face to look at the hand touching him, the sight making his cock twitch in his underwear.

"i'm trying to sleep woman, stop talking about my cock." the bulge forming between his legs is almost ironic. ignoring his weak protest, you lower yourself until your face to face with his happy trail. when you give the hair a small kiss he visibly tenses, a grunt escaping his mouth.

you don't stop at one peck — your lips moving from the top down until you reach the waistband of his boxers. "so pretty." you sigh against his trail — and sukuna? he has no idea how to react — he's not used to women swooning over a patch of hair on his stomach.

ignoring the obvious boner, you continue kissing and licking, making him groan — his dick aching, begging to be touched. "want to see where the trail ends?" his voice is rough, hands moving to push your head down.

he doesn't need to tell you twice, your hands already moving to push down the clothing covering him — ready to discover where the road leads to.

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

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[luvnsxo-deactivated20260531]

────────── your boyfriend, gojo satoru loves to play with your tits when you're asleep. / smut drabble 18+

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he watches you sleeping, completely mesmerized. you’re wearing that sheer white night dress again — the one that barely covers anything, so transparent he can clearly see the soft shape of your breasts and the way your nipples press against the thin fabric.

he knows you wear these on purpose.

and fuck, he loves it.

he stares in quiet awe as they rise and fall with every slow breath you take, full and perfect. his cock is already painfully hard, straining against his sweatpants.

slowly, he reaches out and presses two fingers against one nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. he groans softly, then cups your breast fully, squeezing the warm, supple flesh.

and he can’t hold back anymore. both his hands are on you now, groping and kneading your tits greedily, thumbs brushing over your nipples as low moans slip from his throat.

you hum in your sleep, a soft, content sound that makes his dick twitch.

“shit…” he curses under his breath. then he leans down and licks one nipple through the fabric, tasting you. your body shivers lightly at the feeling.

“baby… let me take this off,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

you hum again, half asleep, and shift your body just enough to help him slide the night dress up and off you. the second you’re fully bare, satoru climbs on top, settling between your legs.

he grabs both tits with his large hands and buries his face between them, rubbing his cheek and mouth all over the soft warmth. he licks and kisses your nipples greedily, sucking one into his mouth before moving to the other.

“fuck… i love them so much,” he groans, voice muffled against your skin. “i could spend all night just worshipping these pretty tits.”

your hand weakly reaches up, fingers threading into his white hair, caressing him gently even in your sleepy state.

“toru…” you murmur, soft and breathless.

that only makes him more feral.

he buries his face deeper into your chest, sucking and licking both nipples like he can’t decide which one he loves more. long, slow sucks followed by quick, hungry pulls — he’s obsessed, moaning and panting between your tits as he worships them.

“can’t stop, baby… they’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and needy before he wraps his lips around your nipple again, sucking harder this time, cheeks hollowing. “love having your tits in my mouth.”

he switches rapidly from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and gently biting down just enough to make your back arch. your nipples are swollen, glistening with his spit, and he still doesn’t stop — he’s lost in it, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh while he continues sucking like he’ll never get enough.

“mine…” he whispers against your wet skin, sucking softly again, almost reverently now. “these pretty nipples are all mine.”

you smile. “all yours, toru.”

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[4fawnesque4]

❝ 𝒜 LONG ROAD AND

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓣OJI FUSHIGURO IS YOUR RIDE❞

Synopsis : Toji often worked on your family’s farm. You usually saw him feeding the cows or cleaning out the barn, but one day your car broke down while you were driving back to the farm. Luckily, a big truck came cruising down the road, and you recognized it immediately — it was Toji Fushiguro’s truck. God, you felt so damn lucky.

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cw : ◞ unprotected piv ◞ crêámpïê ◞ p with plot ◞ fem!reader ◞ slight ëdgïńg◞ cärșèx ◞ RanchHand!Toji◞ ôrál śëx ◞ blôŵjòb◞ fiñğer in p◞ very smüt leańińg ◞ teasing ◞ pre-established friendship ◞ unșafe drívíng ◞ Shiu is your dad he is 40+◞ reader is 20 and Toji is also 20+ ◞ Naôya mention (he’s a prick) ◞

Toji Fushiguro was such a help on your father’s farm, always the first to lift a hay bale where it was needed or round up the sheep for shearing. He was oh so helpful. You always found yourself gravitating toward the stables, cleaning your horse whenever he was around.

Even though your horse’s coat was pristine, you continued brushing it while he filled the feeders and carried heavy buckets of water to the stalls, his biceps practically fighting to break free from the sleeves of his T-shirt.

Peeking over your shoulder, you trembled slightly when you noticed his eyes locked onto you.

Toji crossed his arms, his biceps flexing beneath the tight fabric of his T-shirt as usual.

You two barely spoke while he was there, aside from a few flirtatious taunts tossed back and forth. But whenever your eyes locked, you knew he was undressing and fucking you with his gaze—though maybe you were doing the same to him. Who cared?

“Like somethin’ you see, huh? Or—?”

He tilted his chin up with a grin, but before he could catch your expression, you quickly turned your attention back to the horse.

"Oh as if— are you always this full of yourself hm?” You chide out as you stroke your horses hair. Toji rolls out a chuckle as he opens his mouth to return your remark but then your father walked in.

Before your dad, Shiu, could blink, your focus snapped back to the horse and Toji continued his chores. Your father walked over and stuck some cash into your hand.

“I need you to run to town real quick.”

You let out a cute little groan before he snapped back, “No, no. Here—I gave you an extra twenty to buy somethin’ for yourself.”

A big smile spread across your face, one that practically screamed daddy’s little princess.

“Really? Thank you, Daddy.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him lean down so you could place a sweet kiss on his cheek before heading out.

“Uh huh… uh huh…” Shiu replied nonchalantly, even though he loved every second of it.

“And put some proper clothes on!” He pointed at you. “Your shorts are shrinkin’ by the second!”

You turned around to glare at your dad, only to catch Toji standing there with one hand resting on the rake, his chin propped against the other as he leaned on it casually, taking you in one last time.

Your exposed thighs, blue jean shorts with pretty bedazzled designs on the back pockets squeezing tight on those same thighs, brown-and-red cowgirl boots, and sweet plaid top—the bra bright red was peeking out beneath your white tank top ever so innocently.

and those pretty red lips, a signature red that you always wore.

What a fuckin’ view, Toji thought. What he wouldn’t give to drag off those taunting little shorts and grip your ass in his hands. Hell, he’d work there for free just to have that luxury whenever he wanted.

“Thank youuu, Daddy…” Toji mocked under his breath in a teasing whisper.

So obviously you flashed him a vulgar, pedicured gesture before hopping into your hand-me-down truck, kicking up dust as you drove away.

...

You chose to use the twenty to buy a drink and two thrifted tops for five dollars each, which was a fucking steal in your book.

You took a swig of your drink before hearing a puttering noise come from beneath the hood.

It could mean nothing, so you ignored it. You were about thirty minutes out from the farm, so you pressed a little harder on the gas, creeping just over the speed limit.

I mean, you were in the middle of the South—tumbleweeds, dust, and not another soul for miles.

So you revved… and revved…

Then suddenly—

POP!

White steam puffed up from the engine.

“What the FUCK?” you choked out around your drink as the truck slowed, forcing you to pull over onto the dusty roadside.

“This can’t be fucking happening,” you whined, swinging the door open. With a cloth in hand, you carefully lifted the overheated hood.

“Shit, shit, shit…” poured from your lips as you fanned your face of the smoke.

The engine was completely fucking overheated.

So ethically, you reached into your pocket for your phone—your dad, literally anyone, anyone at all. No reception. Nothing. Just a dead signal staring back at you.

So not only was your car broken down, you were stuck in a dead zone.

“Just fucking fantastic!” you screamed, your voice echoing off the empty stretch of road.

After about twenty minutes of whining and panicking, you finally managed to pull yourself together. Someone had to come down this empty-nowhere road eventually… right?

So you stepped closer to the edge of the dusty shoulder and stuck your thumb out, waiting.

A car finally appeared, making you jump as you started waving your arms.

“Yes! Yes!” you squealed while the sporty vehicle sped down the empty road. A man with blonde, almost green hair tipped with brown rolled down his window, revealing sharp brown eyes lined with eyeliner.

“Hey, honey. Car broke down? Need a ride?” he asked, a crooked, suggestive smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Yes, please—God, I’ve been out here forever!” You hurried over to the passenger side, leaning down slightly.

“So… what’re you gonna give me in return, huh?” the brown-eyed man said, his voice dropping as his eyeliner-framed eyes narrowed while he got a better look at you.

He can't. Be fucking. Serious.

Your smile faltered. “I’m sorry—what?”

He let out a short laugh. “C’mon. You expectin' a free ride? With the way you’re dressed and all that—”

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Are you serious right now? I just need a ride!”

The cuss-out you were about to give him was already rumbling out of your mouth, but he beat you to it—worse. He hit the gas.

“Good luck then!” he called out as the car peeled away down the road.

The most obscene swears spilled out of you, shouted long after his car disappeared into the distance.

You didn’t stop until you were absolutely out of breath, and even then you were still muttering under your breath, going through every curse you could think of.

And then—another bright red truck came barreling down the road.

Without wasting a breath, you stuck your thumb out, waving it down desperately. But as your eyes focused on the vehicle, it clicked.

That was Toji Fushiguro’s truck.

You could almost cry at the sight of it—and even him—as he pulled over, grinning at you.

“Aw… looks rough,” he said in a soft hum, mocking you as he rested his elbow on the center console and his face in his hand, tilting his head. “You needa' ride sweetness?” That scarred lip curled at the corners.

“Screw you! Haha, took you long enough!” you shot back, already shuffling to drag all your belongings and the things your dad made you buy into the back seat of Toji’s truck.

You went on and on about what happened, and Toji just smiled, going, “Uh-huh,” while also tossing out a few curses of his own about the prick from earlier.

Propping yourself up into the seat, you snuggled back as he made a U-turn, heading you both back toward the farm.

“Thanks so much for coming for me, Ji’…” you said, leaning your head back with a grin aimed at him.

“Ah, it’s nothin’—” he replied casually. “After you didn’t come back in a reasonable time, your dad freaked out.”

Your eyes drifted up and down, taking in every inch of his toned arms and frame—the jeans he wore hugging his legs, his biceps still flushed and sweaty after a day’s work.

They were so big they could easily lock you in place if they wanted to.

Subconsciously, maybe it was the heat exhaustion, but you bit your lip and reached out, letting a finger graze his arm.

“Hm…? What is it?” he said, glancing over at you and immediately noticing the cock hungry look on your face. “Ha—what’s that face, sweetness?” he swallowed a little feeling his pants almost tighten around him instantly.

Sweetness…

He called you sweetness. Unlike that other prick from earlier, Toji would definitely get something in return for a ride if he asked.

And honestly? You didn’t even hate that thought.

“Ji… I am just really grateful to you, you know? I just want you to know how grateful I am…” you say, still stroking his arm and letting your hand glide down to his cock.

But Toji doesn’t stop you, so you look into his eyes, narrowing slightly at the way he seems to be holding back. A broken, cocky smile tugged at his lips as he licked his bottom lip slightly with his tongue, then sucked it between his teeth with a bite.

“Is that so, hm?” His jaw clenches. “Is that why you’re feeling up my cock sweetness?…” His gaze shifts to you as your hand palms and grips at his hard on.

Sweetness… Sweetness… chanted through your head.

“I can stop if you want me to,” you say as you push your hair back and unclick your seatbelt, making his heart skip a beat.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna pull over this car…” he grits his teeth as you tug a little at his jeans. He assists you, lifting his waist a little, making you almost laugh.

Just as you thought—he was huge.

His cock of 8 inches greeted you with a warm pinkened tip, as you suckled ever so slightly on his tip, the car still hitting small bumps causing your head to go down more on his cock.

"Fuuuck you naughty girl... suckin' me off while I drive..." his hands squeezed around the wheel, struggling to maintain control.

You let out a soft moan on his cock as his hands start squeezing and rubbing the back of your neck and your hair. "Jus l-.. shit.. like that nggh." His moans break out of him, making him lean his head back onto the seat, still keeping an eye on the road.

"Do you know h-how badly I've wanted you?.." Toji groans.

Your cunt is instantly wet, soaking your panties. "How badly I wanted those lips... around my cock?" He begins shoving your head down on his cock, making you bob your head quickly to the pace he encouraged you to.

"Sweetnesss... you're so gooood.." he moans out once he hears the sloppy sounds and mess of the spit your mouth is making around him. He needed to cum in your mouth and then have you on his cock, twitching and moaning his name.

"Fuck it... I'm pulling over." He grunts like an angry, needy kid.

The sun is almost down, but enough light is peering through as he finally gets to look down at the sight of him—your pretty nails wrapped around him, accompanied by your mouth. "F-fuck I wanna cum in that ruined mouth of y'res..."

But what you didn't expect was for Toji to begin basically face fucking you, once the car came to a perfect park, his hips began snaking and fucking back into your throat, making you gag and squeal.

Bracing yourself, putting a hand on his thigh and another on the wheel, he rutted his cock into you, drawing out tears.

"Damn it— your throat is so fucking well trained right about now to me—…” Toji loved how absolutely wrecked you sounded from this alone; it was enough to make him cum at the thought of being in your pussy next.

“M’ gonna cum— you gonna swallow hm?..hm?” He grits his teeth, rutting slowly into your throat, he knew damn well you couldn’t speak or respond, so you gave him a weak little nod, and cock muffled “mhmmm…”

“Thas’ a good girl…don’t fuckin’ waste a drop…”

And oh?— you wouldn’t dare.

“Fuuuuccck… m’cummin…m’cuminn…” he drawls out, hanging his jaw slightly as he slowly drags your head up and down and then grips the back of your neck to look at his handy work.

You face drenched in tears and spit on your lips and mouth. “Open up f’me lemme see the mess…” His smile was so proud, he was just oh so proud to finally get to fuck you.

Once you ahhh showing him all his cum on your tounge, he grips the back of your neck tightly… “now swallow…,” and you obey.

That shit made him hard faster than he thought he ever could after cumming that hard prior but his cock was determined.

“God, you’re so fuckin hot…” he says, dragging a thumb to your bottom lip, placing a sloppy wet kiss on your lips while you’re still trying to catch your breath, dragging his lips down your neck. “Take those small slutty shorts off now…” he grins against your neck “I wanna fuck you till you can’t breathe…”

“You promise?…” dances out your lips in excitement like the greedy girl you were, before slipping out from his lips to drag your shorts down and crawl over the center console to sit, hovering over his cock as he leans the chair back.

“Oh, sweetness, I promise…” he palms your waist. You didn’t realize how calloused his hands were till they were squeezing your bare ass, “I swear by it…I swear this perfect ass you have right here…”.

placing a warm slap making it heat up in pain, but it hurt so good "you only moaned. “Oh, she likes that? … I’ll remember that” he grins as he greeted the opposing side with another slap.

You attempted to drag your panties aside, but Toji's hand tapped yours away. “Nah…I wanna see it for myself…” his fingers glide against the wet slick of your cunt and panties. “Ooooh…thas’ how bad you wanted it, hm?” His fingers were laced in your juices as you circled your clit

"C'mere… sit down on my cock…" Using his index and middle fingers to spread your lips apart, the warm summer air in the car hits against your wetness in a slight chill, making you sink down onto the tip of his cock.

"It's too big, Ji'..." you cry out, burying your face in the crook of his neck. But he only guides your waist down, his grip firm and insistent.

"Shhhhh, I know, I know..." His voice drops to something softer, almost tender. "But this slutty pussy needs me— you can take it, yeah?"

You continue working your way down until he's halfway in, your cunt stretching to accommodate him. "Mmphhfuck, Ji'..." you mewl softly, the sound muffled against his skin.

And once your hips sink fully down onto him, finally taking in the other half of his cock, your mouth falls open—releasing a moan you've never drawn from your own fingers, much less from anyone who came before.

To make it worse, Toji begins fucking his cock into you slowly. Painstakingly slowly.

"Holy fuck—you're so warm..." he groans against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "God, this pussy was fuckin' made for me."

You couldn't help yourself—your hips began rolling, rising and falling on him, drawing out the wettest, most obscene sounds from where your bodies joined.

But he only smacks your ass hard, making your back arch deeper into him.

"Greedy slut... tryna ride me all by yourself," he growls.

Then both his palms grip your waist, taking over completely. He starts working you up and down on his cock while fucking up into you with brutal precision.

Unlike your mouth, now you can feel everything—every ridge, every pulse, every thick inch of him dragging against your walls.

"It's too much—Toji, waitwait—" you gasp, palms pressing desperately at his biceps.

The car rocks with the force of his thrusts, but you know you don't want him to stop.

And with the way you're squeezing around him? He knows it too—knows to fuck you right through your begs and pleas.

"Your pussy's basically begging me not to stop... she's so sweet to me, squeezing around my cock like this," Toji groans, finally meeting your eyes.

He peppers kisses along your bottom lip and chin as moans spill helplessly from your mouth.

"See? She's soooo grateful you're letting me fuck you raw, sweetness. Ngggh—" His voice breaks the moment your cunt flutters at the name, clenching around him involuntarily.

"Fuck, you like that a lot, huh? Me calling you sweetness?" His lips curve against your jaw, and it's enough to nearly push you over the edge. He feels it—feels how close you are just from his words alone.

His hips drop down and snap right back up, each thrust deliberately angled to drag you closer to the edge. "Aw sweetness, I feel you—you're gonna cum..."

He pulls out slowly, torturously, before slamming right back in. "You gonna cum for me?"

and that sends you babbling

"Yes!yesyesyes, please, I'm right there..." You moan against his lips, barely coherent. "Please, Ji'—cum in me right now..." It's almost a demand, desperate and needy.

your voice showed how much you was drunk on his cock and he fucking needed that.

"Good fuckin' girl—" he grits out, his hips barely leaving your body as he finally releases, a hot, intense orgasm flooding through him. Your body trembles against him, clenching and drawing every last drop from him.

"Sweetness... draining me dryyyy..." he whimpers, finally getting a sweet little kiss from you. You hum "mhmmm" against his lips while his mouth trails down to that same pretty bra from earlier—he'd regretted not taking it off, not worshipping your tits the way they deserved.

He makes a mental note, next time, he'll take his time with them. Next time, he'll worship every other inch of you he possibly missed, put his lips and tongue against every part of your body until you're trembling all over again.

...

You actually stayed on his lap for the drive home, placing kisses against his neck—you were so damn clingy to him, and Toji loved it.

you swapped over seats of course once you neared the farm.

Once you pulled into the farm, your father stood there with his arms crossed as he walked over to you.

"I was so worried about you!" Shiu wraps his arms around you in a tight hug before pulling back to look down at you.

"Haha daddd, I told you the truck is a piece of junk on wheels!" Which is something you have mentioned, but now he finally realized, so he nods.

Your makeup was a bit more disheveled, making him raise an eyebrow. He peers at the truck with it's clearly fogged windows.

Toji had walked over with all the parts you bought—however, on his neck was a red print of lipstick... your SPECIFIC shade.

His eyes looked back at Toji, then back at you... and again. The realization dawning across his face.

"Haha sir... it's not what you—" Toji chides out nervously, almost pleading.

"Boy, since you're HELP on this farm, I'm going to give you a head start, 'cause something's clearly happening right under my nose." Shiu cracks his knuckles, his jaw tight.

"But I'm gonna kick your ass!" Shiu chants as Toji drops the bags and tears off running.

"DAD!" you scream, chasing after them both.

please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai. © all rights reserved to FAWNESQUE 2026.

a/n : omg hi guys, please like and reblog! It helps lots :7

[moviecritc]

YOU'VE GOT A BOOB JOB! ˚ ꩜ ｡⋆.

headcanons on how the jujutsu kaisen men's boobs would be, how would they look like, their shape, etc. ╱ mdni, breast play ˚.✦

SATORU GOJO

Cute little mosquito bites.

The perfect size to get nipple piercings and wear a tight top without a bra, but she's too scared to get them done.

You can play with them, grab them and massage them but there's not too much substance there.

Her nipples are very rosy (#f4cccc) and they get hard easily, not only for arousal but for other things!

Not really big areolas and they're a similar color to her nipples

She usually uses sport bras or no bra at all

There was a time where she felt very insecure about her flat chest but now she's completely over it and actually loves it, they're practical and they're cute

SUGURU GETO

Massive rack that she refuse to reduce even if her back hurts like crazy

Think maybe a 105C

They jiggle when she walks and she uses them to support her phone when she's laying down.

Big areolas and nipples that don't harden that easily (#b37979).

She loves to play with them and use them as stress balls, she also loves when someone else sucks them, she prefers to have someone sucking on her tits than fingering her. Think about laying in bed doing nothing except sucking her nipples while she scratches your head.

The left one is slightly bigger than the right one and she thinks that everyone notices it.

She loves the phrase "My eyes are up here" everytime someone looks at her cleavage for more than two seconds

NANAMI KENTO

She had bigger boobs than Suguru but got a reduction because it was very uncomfortable. Sleeping, walking... the back pain were unbearable, she couldn't even work out easily because of her breasts.

You mourned them even though you supported her decision.

Now she has pretty perky tits, not huge like before but a very decent size. You can play with them and tease her pretty nipples (#dbb1a0)

They aren't exactly round, but more like a sort or triangular shape, they fit in your hand perfectly and they're usually very sensitive.

She's still a little embarrassed to wear push up bras or anything that makes her cleavage noticeable because she thinks everyone's going to stare

You praise the fuck out of her, obviously.

HIROMI HIGURUMA

Round and full, a nice manageable size.

Very soft and jiggly, though they don't bounce when she walks.

Her nipples are a cute pinky color (#eebec6) but you have to tease her a lot for her nipples to harden. Also, her boobs kinda fall in a way that makes them really distant from each other

Because of that, she has no cleavage, it doesn't matter the bra or the clothes, her boobs do not press together.

It makes her kinda sad because they're not small enough to not wear a bra, but they aren't big enough to have some cleavage

She loves to have them lick on the underside because it tickles her

SHIU KONG

Bigger than the average, but they rest in a teardrop shape.

Brown-ish nipples (#b37b63) and unusually big areolas

She doesn't really pay attention to them except when you lick them. She loves the kitten licks you give to her nipples, making her whine and gasp when you're in it.

The press together really nicely with almost all her bras but there's one specific top that makes them look stunning, you always ask her to wear it.

She doesn't care that you tease her about her big boobs, she knows what she has and she use them on you to make you nervous.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

She has them named (I let that to your imagination)

Got a boob job when she got the money (to make them bigger, obviously)

They used to have a cute slender shape but now they're a close set, doesn't matter the bra or clothes, she's going to have a cleavage and she fucking loves it.

Pretty tiny nipples (#9b5656) that are super sensitive and almost no visible areolas

She plays with them when she's bored, she can be watching the TV and massaging her own boobs. It doesn't even make her horny, it's just to keep her hands busy

Loves to be annoying and get closer to your face to show you her cleavage, to distract you or make you blush.

They bounce when she walks.

She likes them suck and full of marks.

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a/n: there are two things i'm connoisseur about: cigarettes and boobs

[mrsblaileen]

trueform sukuna groping my tits when? 😔💔

[sshrubit]

𓆩❤︎𓆪 MDNI. 18+ modulo!yuuji loves playing with his girl’s tits.

it’s hot. worst, your apartment’s ac has been dead and your ever so loving older boyfriend, yuuji refused to hang around his place instead of yours saying it’s already a trouble when you have a fan in your place anyways.

you told him not to get close to you because you are getting sticky from the sweat despite doing almost everything—being in front of the highest setting fan, balcony door wide opened, and sprayed some cooling mist. 

yet.. here he is, in front of you, playing with your breast through the thin tank top you are wearing with no bra. his both index and thumb finger pinched your nipples until it pebbled through the fabric, making you whimper. 

“ngh—it’s too hot for this right now..” you said as your breath shakes from the way his rough hands cupped your tits. his thumb brushes over the hardened nipple. 

yuuji hummed, “no need to move, just stay there.”

his hands squeeze the flesh before massaging it in a circular motion, eyes focused like this is some important matter. yuuji glanced up to your face, crumpled with pleasure just from being groped by him. your breaths are louder, knees drawn together as you squirm from his touch. 

yuuji flicked your nipples harshly causing you to whimper his name. “yuuuuuji, what are you trying to do?” 

“just trying to appreciate your pretty tits, is that bad?” yuuji asked as his thumbs smooths over your nipples like he’s soothing them from the previous pain he inflicted. “do you not like it, hm?”

“n-no.. it’s good—ah!” you moaned out as he tugs it then rolled around his fingers.

“so cute, my girl is so cute,” yuuji smiled, “want more?”

you nodded meekly, looking down at him. you expect him to take off your top or shove his hands inside your shorts but yuuji lowered down his head. his mouth latched on your covered nipple, sucking the flesh from it. 

yuuji pulled away with a pop. his saliva coats your tank top, causing the fabric to be sheer and show your hardened nipple. your chest heaves as yuuji dives back into the other side, his lips desperately suck on the clothed nipple. 

one of his hands settled on your back as if he was pushing your more to his mouth as you arch, his other hand plays with your other nipple, trapping it between his fingers to roll it around.

yuuji looked up from his lashes to see your mouth open, panting. he flatten out his tongue, licking you over the fabric as he smiled wickedly and leveled his face on you. 

“you good? you look like you’re getting too hot” he leaned a little too give your lips a peck. 

you exhaled, breath fanning his lips. “please.. yuuji, need you” 

yuuji moved to look at your tits again, both nipples are perked up on the damp tank top that his mouth caused. his hands cupped your boobs again, pushing it together before fondling it. 

“but you said it’s hot,” yuuji hummed, not tearing his eyes away from your breast as he caressed them. “i remember you hate being sweaty, always complaining about it”

“i don’t care,”you whined, shaking your head. “not anymore, please.” 

yuuji lowered his head again to put one of your tits in his mouth, he repeatedly sucked on the flesh despite feeling the textured cotton fabric of your clothes. he genuinely thinks it’s hotter than pulling down your top. 

“yuuji, come o—fuck! ahh!” yuuji trapped your nipples between his teeth, softly biting and tugging. 

yuuji sighed with a smile on his face, his lips peppered kisses on your neck and throat. “i’ll think about it, maybe if you ask for more." 

notes. first time writing for yuuji.. lowk scared. ik it's not obv but it's modulo!yuuji on my mind writing this.

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