where there is a broken relationship blossom steamy flings. Though you are bound to one man, your heart belongs to the fake blonde who runs the cute little store near Karasuno High School. You two have been sneaking around for some time, him introducing you to new forms of love and passion… and things that you never expected to make your pussy clench the way it does.
a fling that turned into a dangerous love for an even more dangerous villain, one who tests just how much you adore him every day. With your fiance being a hero, it proves that keeping you around is not only pleasurable but a great benefit to the League of Villains cause… won’t you trust him?
dark content, cheating/affair (w/ compress), impact play, praise, exhibitionism, face-fucking, public blow job, creampie, dirt talk, choking, tie kink, body worship, bittersweet love, unhealthy relationship, attempted rape (not w/ compress), dacryphilia, mind break, murder.
✯synopsis: in which y/n’s neighbours ask her to take care of their son itadori yuuji, only for her to end up taking care of both of their children. (alt) in which sukuna corrupts his little brothers babysitter.
✯note: so...this is take two because i accidentally posted this like a dummy but i hope you enjoy it!! shoutout to my baby nova for beta reading this monster! @crybabygumi WOOO birthday fic!!
You weren’t sure if you wanted to suffocate yourself or the person beside you. Internally groaning as you feel his grip on your waist tighten, his forearm flexing in the sunlight seeping into his room. You lightly gripped his arm, biting your lip anxiously as he groans unintelligibly, wrapping his arm even tighter around your waist, burrowing his chin further into your neck, the sensation almost making you giggle. You furrow your brows, trying once more to pry this gorilla of a man off of you so you could go home and wash up.
“Where’re you goin’?” He mumbles into the expanse of your neck, his morning voice running chills up your spine, an unmistakable throb going straight between your thighs. It was only six, meaning that you had an hour to run across the street, shower, change, and come back before their parents left for work. You suppress the mewl that almost escapes your lips, already feeling as if you were a bitch in heat just from the sound of Sukuna’s voice.
“I-I need to go home and change…” You mumbled, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze, his eyes barely open, squinting as the sunlight filtered into his dark room.
“Why don’t you just stay here and wear my clothes? It’s not like my mom doesn’t want you as my girlfriend already,” He smirks, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand as the arm he had around you trail up to your breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a startled yelp from your lips.
“I-I gotta go walk my hamster, sorry,” You mumble, jumping out of his arms, picking up your discarded pants, inevitably flashing him your pink, frilly panties. A whistle resounding in the room as your-- well, technically his shirt rode up, exposing the expanse of your ass, along with your cunt, covered by the thin piece of fabric, your folds barely visible but more than enough for Sukuna to salivate over.
“You sure you don’t want me to drizzle some syrup with those pancakes?” He cackles loudly as you hightail it out of there, your cheeks heating up at his shameless flirting.
You really need to stop doing other's favours.
___
“Darling, please! They need you to watch Yuuji! Please do your poor mother a favour!” Your mother pleads, grasping at the sleeves of your sweater causing you to huff, your cheeks puffing out. She smirks slightly before quickly pouting, she knew that she had you. You wouldn’t be able to resist her.
“How much are they paying? Also, how are you calling this person your best friend when I’ve never met them before?”
“You don’t know all my friends! I have plenty!” She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing. “They said they’ll pay you 15 an hour, but you’ll have to cook for him.”
You purse your lips. Honestly, it wasn’t bad.
“Fine.”
___
You were nervous, constantly fidgeting as you made your way down the stairs, opening the door to see their house directly across yours. You’d never noticed your neighbours, you never paid much attention to your surroundings, always minding your own business, only going to school, the store, and home.
You cross the street and sigh, most are cars still parked in their respective driveways. Ringing the doorbell before standing back. Not a minute later, you hear the small pitter-patter of feet and giggling running towards the door, the door slamming open to reveal a small strawberry-haired toddler grinning up at you, making grabby hands while yelling ‘Up! Up! Up!’. Happily to obliging his wishes.
Picking him up and holding him at your hip, his chunky little hands reaching out to lay a palm flat against your cheek, his brows furrowed in concentration as you respectfully toed off your shoes and made your way towards him mom.
“I see that he’s already taken a liking to you. Yuuji? Could you please let go of our guest?” She hums in amusement, eyes crinkling at the sight of Yuuji so enamoured with you already. You couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks warming at the sight of the young boy.
“I can’t! I have to make sure she’s real!” he pouts before continuing. “She looks too pretty to be real, mommy!” He exclaims, his eyes as wide as saucers as he slaps both hands against your cheeks and squishes them together.
“Yuuji! We don’t do that to our guests! Please get off of her.” His mother scolds sternly, in return, Yuuji wiggles himself out of your hold, running deeper into the house, speaking incoherently about something he wanted to show you.
“I’m so sorry about him! I’m Yuuji’s mom Kaori! Nice to meet you!” She smiles, taking your hand into hers and shaking it. “I left all emergency numbers on the fridge and Yuuji can show you where everything is. You may see his older brothers but they’re mostly harmless, but do let me know if they bother you, okay dear?”
“Of course! I’ll take good care of him.” You nod and walk her to the door.
“Bye Yuuji! I love you!” She calls out to him, her hands cupped around her mouth as he expectantly waits for him to come barreling down the stairs and into her arms, teary-eyed and all.
“You’re gonna be late for work mommy! Get going!” He yells from upstairs, not even coming down the stairs to bid her a proper goodbye which causes his mom to sigh, her shoulders slumping over as she bid you farewell and hopping into her car and driving away.
Shutting the door, you turn around and make your way up the stairs, your anxiety levels rising as Yuuji had yet to return. The second floor of the house is spacious, the number of similar-looking doors was enough to confuse you.
“Yuuji? Where are you, buddy?” You called out softly.
You hear a muffled “I’m here!” behind the last door down the hallway. Feeling your chest ease up, you make your way towards him, passing by a door that was slightly left ajar. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. The curtains were drawn, leaving the contents of the room indistinguishable.
Forcing yourself to move on, you close the door, running inside Yuuji’s room. His walls were littered with stars, the same kind you had at his age. His shelves were filled with books, mostly consisting of picture books. He was sitting on his bed, several toys surrounding him.
You smile lightly before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, your hands neatly folded in your lap as you watched him. His brows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with his toys.
“What are you doing there, bud?” You softly ask him.
“Nothing. I’m not mad that you’re here, but why are you here?” His head tilts to the side.
You were startled by his question. Stammering quite a bit before you answer. “I’m here to take care of you of course! Your mommy has to go to work and there’s no one here to care for you, so I’m here!”
“Yeah, but my big bro’s here. Why doesn’t he take care of me?” His shoulder slump, you can already see the tears gathering in his eyes, burrowing himself in his knees as he avoids your pitying gaze.
You scoop him into your arms, your motherly instincts kicking in at the sight of his tears. You coo at him and press kisses against the crown of his head, rubbing his back. You’re unsure of what to say, seeing as you’ve never met his brother and have no idea what he’s like.
“I can’t answer your questions, but, I can make you pancakes?” You offer, feeling the guilt in your chest dissipate at the sight of his eyes lighting up.
“Yes please!”
___
“Do you need help cleaning up, big sis?” He asks, his doe eyes wide and full of wonder. You pat his head, thanking him before telling him to run off and play, and that you’d be with him right after. He had your whole heart and didn’t even know it.
Humming to yourself as you wash the dishes, ensuring that the kitchen was just as spotless as it was when you arrived. You wonder what you should make for lunch as you neatly put away the leftovers.
You were suddenly interrupted by a cough, a cough too deep for it to be Yuuji’s. Slowly turning around, you’re met with the sight of a man, seemingly about your age.
He had tattoos running up the length of his arms and up to his neck. His ears were adorned with multiple piercings as well as an eyebrow piercing.
He wore a black shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest. His hair, the same shade as Yuuji’s with a slightly different style. A wide grin was plastered on his face, his eyes running up and down your figure as you stood there gaping at him.
“You should really close your mouth, someone might stuff it.” He chuckles as he moves to slip past your frozen figure, placing his large, veiny hands on your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he huskily whispers an ‘Excuse me, princess’, purposely brushing his cock against your ass.
Irritation seeps into your bones. This man did not know who you are yet he spoke to you as if he’d known you all his life. Flirting and touching you so casually. Sneering at him as he chugs on the carton of milk, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess liquid on his chin.
“Did you cook anything? I’m fuckin’ starving.”
“Yeah. There are pancakes on the counter.”
He mumbles a small thanks before scarfing down the remainder of the pancakes, filling his cheeks up with food until they’re all round, not even bothering to use utensils. You continue watching him, face filled with disgust at his lack of manners.
Deciding it was time to leave, it was your turn to look for Yuuji, only to find him on the couch browsing through the Netflix selections, a bored look on his face as several films fail to catch his eye. You sit beside him, the couch cushion sinking slightly with your weight.
“Are you alright Yuuji? What do you wanna watch?”
“Can you help me pick?” Handing the remote to you as he pleads with his eyes.
“Of course I can! Have you ever watched a Studio Ghibli movie?” He shakes his head. You decide to let him watch Ponyo, seeing that it was well-suited for his age. Exhaling, you lean back into the couch. Your peace is quickly shattered by Yuuji’s older brother as he places his chin on top of your shoulder, his cheek against yours.
“What’re you guys doin’ hm?”
His breath ghosts over your cheeks, the smell of his minty breath permeates your nose. Feeling your cheeks warm, you move away from him but his arms are around your shoulders in an instant, constricting your movement as if he was the hunter and you were the prey.
You make futile attempts of pushing his face with your palm, but to no avail, he makes an effort to lessen the nonexistent distance between you, irking you even further. Kissing your teeth, you turn to face him, prepared to lecture him on personal space.
You’re startled by the feeling of his lips brush against yours. His soft, pillowy lips grazing yours as you stare deeply into his piercing, red eyes. Biting your lips you allow yourself to stare at him, from his eyes and down the slope of his nose, then back again to his pink lips,
“Big bro! You’re up! Can you help me build the lego set that mom got for me?” He bounces excitedly, eagerly waiting for his brother's response. He releases you from his grip to pat his younger brother's head, their proximity revealing just how similar they looked.
“Sorry brat, I got some stuff to do, but, you can ask this pretty girl right here to help you,” turning his head to face you as he winks. “Isn’t that right, pretty lady?” Giving his brother one last noogie, he makes his way up the stairs, only to stop halfway through.
“By the way, you haven’t given me your name yet,”
Scoffing, you turn to look at him, his chin resting on his fest as he leans against the railing. “It’s Y/n.” You pout, irritation at an all-time high.
“Cute name for a cute girl.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sukuna, but you can call me daddy.”
___
“Oh? You’re here again?” He asks brows raised as you toe off your shoes. Instead of replying, you decide to ignore him and make your way inside the house, rolling your eyes when you pass him.
Feeling your mouth dry at the proximity, you open the fridge, hoping to cool and rehydrate yourself as you feel him hover behind you, obviously examining your behind as he bit into his apple.
Turning to face him, you hiss. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?” Your anger level rises as he peers at you with a smug smirk plastered on his face, even having the audacity to wink at you.
“I mean if you want me to, yeah, I will. You're not a bad thing to look at either.”
“Fuck you.”
“Please do.”
Scoffing, you pour yourself a glass of water, anxiety fading, replaced with anger and irritation the longer you look at him. You feel your eyelid twitch at the sight of him. It was amazing how his presence annoyed you.
“Whatever, I’m gonna go see Yuuji.”
___
“Y/n! Can we get Mcdonalds?” He pouts, hands clasped together as he kneels before you in the living room which catches you off guard. You feel yourself cringe, unsure of how to tell him that you didn’t know how to drive.
“Please!!!”
Sighing, you gather your courage, preparing yourself for the usual blunt comment children gave. “I don’t know how to drive.” Your shoulders slumping as you see his hands fall to his sides, brows knit in confusion.
He stares at you for a second before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his. At first, you’re confused, unsure of what his plan was until he flashed you one of his usual bright smiles, eyes crinkled shut before he spoke.
“That’s okay! I can’t drive either!”
The loud laugh that escapes your lips almost scares you, his innocence was adorable indeed. You love the innocence of children, wishing that you could somehow turn back time and have your innocence once more. But either way, you still didn’t know how to drive and your poor child was hungry.
“...We can ask my big brother to drive us.” Yuuji whispers, side-eyeing you as he was aware of your dislike towards his brother. You thought you were subtle but Yuuji knew. Yuuji knew everything, well, not everything. He doesn’t know what four plus five is.
He can see the hesitation on your face, already preparing himself to beg on his knees once more just for ten pieces of nuggets. Just as he’s about to bruise his knees, you scoop him into your arms, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as you reluctantly make your way to Sukuna’s room, already dreading the interaction.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door softly. A small part of you is hoping that he’s asleep and that your knock will fall deaf to his ears. You weren’t sure if you could survive a car ride with him. It weirdly felt intimate, even when you two had nothing going on.
A few seconds pass by, your knock meets with silence. Just as you’re about to turn and leave, the door swings wide open, a tall figure coming into your view. You feel your fingers twitch at the sight of him, swallowing a huge lump in your throat as your eyes rake over his figure, almost forgetting that Yuuji was still in your arms.
“Yo.” He said in a rasping tone. The mere sound of his voices’ rich timbre had your thighs squeezing, forcing yourself to suppress a desperate whimper as you suddenly forgot how to string together a coherent sentence.
He’s aware of what he’s doing to you, purposely answering the door with nothing but his boxers on, but yet again, this is how he usually slept as his body runs hotter than the usual body temperature. It was amusing, the way you kept trying to deny him when you look like you’re two seconds away from creaming your pants.
“Brat, what do you two want?” Turning to his brother instead as he concludes that you wouldn’t be able to speak to him any time soon, already fucked out at just the sight of him. It makes him wonder how much worse you’d be if he did something more.
“We wanna go to Mcdonalds but sis can’t drive!” He confesses, unaware of just how embarrassing that piece of information is. A grin spreads across Sukuna’s face, a hand on his hip as he shifts his gaze to you, your eyes are still wide and clouded with lust.
“Mhm. Why don’t you go change and I’ll talk to your sis for a sec, alright? I’ll come down when we’re both ready.” He muses. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Yuuji wiggle out of your arms, bending over to allow him to safely reach the ground. As you’re about to turn, a hand wraps itself around your wrist, halting your movements.
“Nah. You’re staring, princess. It’s not nice to stare.” He tuts, bringing a hand up to fiddle with your necklace, the rough pads of his fingers dancing across the expanse of your skin as you shiver in delight, almost mewling at his touch.
“I-I--”
“I-I-- You’re a cute little thing. I love the way you look like you’re about to cum whenever you’re near me.” He says with a laugh, head tilting to the side as his fingers wrap themselves around the base of your neck.
The sound of your oh-so-sweet whimper is music to his ears. Such a sweet girl you are. The way you peer up at him, doe eyes just begging him to take you right there. It’s amusing to see how easily you could switch your attitude.
“Look at you. You can’t even say anything to me.” Teasingly he grabs your jaw and presses a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Do you want me to take you right here? Make you mine? Hm? Speak up, princess.”
“Please--”
“Hey! What’s taking you guys so long?!”
Sukuna sighs, shutting his eyes in disappointment before releasing his grip on your chin, the lustful look in his eyes disappearing as he grumbles something about Yuuji being an ungrateful brat.
“C’mon. Get downstairs. I’ll be down in five minutes unless you wanna help me change?” He smirks, quirking a brow at you. Finally coming back to your senses, you turn your back and run down the stairs, almost losing your footing a couple of times and flying down the stairs.
“Where’s big bro?”
“He’s changing.”
“Mhm. Okay.”
___
“So…” Sukuna starts, one hand on the wheel as he sneaks a quick look at your pout face. You insisted on sitting beside Yuuji in the back as he was all alone but even Yuuji resisted, saying that you had to sit in the front.
“We don’t have to talk. Could you please just turn the radio on?” Huffing as you turn your head away from him, gazing at the window. He laughs a little before turning on the radio per your request. Your ears perk up as you hear a familiar tune. It was ‘Fight Song’.
“Can I change the station?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is my fight song. Take back my right song--”
“Please stop.” You plead, feeling yourself cringe.
“Why? You don’t like the way I sing for you princess?”
“No but also because this song is… I have horrible memories of this song and it makes me cringe so please stop.”
“But sis, I like this song too!” Yuuji chimes in. Already, you can feel your soul leaving your body. Accepting your defeat, you slump in your chair and place a hand over your eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t drive past anyone you knew, seeing as you had two children screeching the lyrics.
Lucky for you, the song swiftly ends. Sighing in relief, you straighten yourself out, no longer slouching in your seat. Your body quickly tenses at the feeling of a warm palm on your upper thigh.
Sukuna gives it an experimental squeeze as he bites his lip, side-eyeing you as he ignores your angry expression, pretending as if he wasn’t touching you at all. You can feel just how warm and rough his palms are. He was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him, but you knew you couldn’t act on your feelings.
“What are you gonna order, princess?”
___
“You gotta stop actin’ like you don’t want me.” He scolds you one day, cornering you in the hallway. His hand was placed right beside your head as he glares down at you, red eyes burning with lust and want as he licks his lips, barely restraining himself.
“But I don’t want you.” You spit.
“Don’t play with me, brat. I can smell just how wet your pussy is. You don’t think I see you rubbing your thighs whenever I get as close as two feet? You’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.” Laughing as he lessens the space between your faces, breath ghosting over your parted lips.
“I’m not playing with you. I don’t want you.”
“Yeah? Then why are you rubbing your thighs right now? Slut.” He noses into your neck, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shiver in delight.
“‘M not.” Denying as you turn away from him, embarrassed that he was so right.
Sukuna kisses his teeth, pulling away from your neck to fully face you know. His lips are nothing but a hair away, a smile on his face as your eyes flutter shut, finally accepting defeat, finally giving into him.
“Say please.” He whispers.
Your eyes snap open.
“Fuck off--”
He slams his other hand on the other side of your head, a mischievous smirk spread across his lips as his eyes bore into you. Licking his dry lips, he leans closer, bottom lip touching yours as he speaks.
“Say. Please. Last time I’m gonna tell you.”
“P-Please…”
“Good girl.” Inhaling deeply as he slots his lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries you had just eaten along with your natural taste, just as sweet and addicting as he imagined.
His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, insisting you part your lips and let him in. Let him explore and taste all of you. Let him take care of you and make you his little toy. You’d love it so much. Behave so well for him.
You’re the perfect little toy for him.
A hand snakes its way up to your shirt and cups your bra-covered breast, squeezing the mound gently as he finally slips his tongue into your awaiting mouth, moaning at the raw taste of you, licking at the seams of your lips.
Sukuna pulls away, leaving a gossamer string of spittle to connect you two. He admires your heavy-lidded eyes and your kiss-bitten lips. You looked as if you belonged at a museum, for all the world to see, but your expressions were for him and him only.
“So cute.’
___
“Are you actually staying for the whole week?” Yuuji jumps in your arms, his eyes with their usual sparkle. You feel your heart pound in your chest. The reality of having to spend a whole week under the same roof as Sukuna, his name which he refused to tell you until after two weeks of knowing him.
“Of course I am buddy! I’ll be hanging out with you the whole time!”
“Can we hang out with big bro too?” He pleads, clasping his hands together as he cutely pouts at you. How could you resist when he was this cute? Unable to resist the smile that stretches across your face, you pinch his cheeks and nod.
Your head turns in the direction of approaching footsteps making their way down the stairs. You can feel the pits of your belly stirring, causing your thighs to clench. The smell of his cologne fills your senses.
“Oh? Is that right? You wanna hang out with little ol’ me?” He smirks, trailing a hand up your thigh as he walks past you and into the living room, Yuuji jumping out of your arms to follow his brother.
They’re both sitting on the couch, Yuuji tightly pressing himself into his brother's side while Sukuna's side-eyes him, but still allows him. You were aware of Sukuna’s lack of presence in Yuuji’s life, opting to spend time with his friends rather than his younger brother.
While you understood, you still felt that Sukuna cared for Yuuji, but subtly. It was the small details, little details that made you not dislike him completely. You smile softly, thinking back to last week when Sukuna had helped you place Yuuji in his bed after you both had fallen asleep on the couch. He even offered to let you sleep in his bed, with him of course, an offer you quickly denied seeing his hungry gaze.
Your mind also reminds you of the incident in the hallway. Letting him taste you and feel you in such inappropriate places. You knew it was wrong but it felt so right, especially when it was with him.
You’re snapped out of your daydream when a pillow ungracefully smacks you in the face, shocking you. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get in here and cuddle with us?” Raising his brows as he opens up his arms.
Unable to reject the pair, you grumpily make your way towards them, Sukuna pulling you beside him and splaying your legs across his thick, muscular thighs, Yuuji moving to the other as he whines about the lack of space.
Sukuna throws a blanket over both your legs, placing his hand on top of your thighs, rubbing small circles against the skin. He refuses to meet your eyes, his eyes trained on the screen. Grabbing his wrist, you attempt to distance his hand but he tangles his fingers with yours instead, taking hold of you.
He glances at you, smirking at your incredulous expression. Your cute face never failed to have his cock stirring in his pants. Bringing your entwined hands to his face, he presses a lingering kiss against your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.
Dropping your hand back on your lap, he places his hand on your thigh once more, higher this time around. His fingertips are itching to feel your cute pussy, to feel your pussy clench around his fingers while you pathetically whine for him to give you more, to fuck you faster with his fingers. He shivers at the image of you, splayed out on the couch, being a good girl for him.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You have the urge to lean in, to spread your legs for him and tell him to take you, to sink his cock and fingers in your tiny pussy and take full advantage of you, even if you were a virgin.
Yuuji wordlessly makes his way up to the bathroom, a trip that always took ten minutes at least. Sukuna takes advantage of the opening, quickly turning, slotting his lips against yours. You fail to quell a whine, the soft feeling of his plush lips against yours overwhelming. After weeks of heated stares and flirting you’re finally getting what you desire.
He sneaks a lick against the seam of your lips, asking, begging you to let him in. To let his tongue slide against yours, to let him swallow all your cute whimpers and sounds. You timidly part your lips, allowing him to push his tongue inside. He coaxes you to come out, to feel him.
You tangle your fingers in his pink locks, finding the need to keep yourself grounded. “Fuck.” He huskily mumbles against your lips, grinding his fully-hardened cock against your twitching cunt. The fabric of his jeans adds to the pleasure, the rough material catching on your clit whenever he presses himself against you.
“Please.” You mumble against his spit-slicked lips, causing him to pull away and look at you, to see what he’s been yearning for all these weeks. Your eyes are heavy and your lips are bruised, your legs are wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to you.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He breathes, shocking you. Before you can speak, pushing himself against you once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He slips his right hand with yours and holds it while his free hand makes its way up to your chest and ceases at your throat. His fingers gently wrap around your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze that has you gasping and bucking your hips.
“I just wanna take you right here, princess. You’re gonna be such a good girl for me. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock so well.” He mumbles, grinding himself against your pussy. You can feel your juices trickling out of you, slicking your lips and panties.
Footsteps hastily make their way down the stairs, causing Sukuna to quickly separate himself away from you, returning to his previous position as you silently plead him to help you off your back. Your whole body felt as if it were jelly.
“What happened in the movie?” He asks, staring at you two expectantly. Lucky for you, you had memorized the movie's events due to the countless times you watched it.
“Oh! Yubaba took away Chihiro’s name so now her name is Sen.” Smiling as you silently beg him to turn his head back to the screen. Sukuna clears his throat, shifting in his seat as you see him adjust his cock in his pants, tucking it beneath the band of his sweatpants which allows you to catch a glimpse of its red, leaking tip.
He suddenly turns to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “What? You wanna taste it?” He taunts you, spreading his legs further apart, hoping to entice you. You shake your head furiously, refusing to do any sort of lewd acts with Yuuji in the room.
“You sure you don’t wanna have a taste? How ‘bout you give it a little kiss, hm?” Sukuna continues to tease you before quickly covering himself once more, chuckling at your exasperated expression. He loves your reactions, especially when he's the one that causes them.
“I’m kidding. But, we’re not done.” Sukuna’s eye drops into a wink, somehow flustering you even further. His eyes return to the screen, acting as if the last ten minutes hadn’t happened at all, which left you to your thoughts. Your anxiety-inducing thoughts.
The fear of catching feelings for him sat at the back of your head, causing your hands to become frigid as well as your chest to tighten, making it difficult for you to breathe. You push your anxieties and doubts deeper into the back of your head, knowing that deep inside, you wanted this no matter the consequences.
___
“Goodnight Yuuji.” Pressing a kiss to his head as you stand, brushing his hair out of his face with your fingers before making your way to the door. HIs lamp illuminates the room and prevents you from tripping and kissing the floor. Slowly, you shut the door as gently as you could in hopes of not disturbing his sleep.
Before you could sigh in relief, you were suddenly being pulled into someone's chest. Your cheek rests right against his pec while his hands take their place on your hips, teasingly squeezing the flesh which coaxes a little whimper out of you.
“The brat in bed?” Sukuna whispers huskily, the rich timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine, your back arching. He traces a small circle on the exposed skin of your hips, the sheer gentleness of his ministrations almost takes you by surprise.
“Yeah…” You breathe, feeling yourself melt into his chest as he touches you, your fingers twisting in the material of his shirt as you feel your cunt become slick. Juices soaking your panties a second time today.
Sukuna has to suppress a growl at your response. Your voice is so soft and so meek, it makes him want to ruin you, even more, to pull whimpers and delicious-sounding moans right out of you as he sinks his cock in your sopping pussy.
He opts to press a kiss on your forehead, flattening his large hand against the small of your back. Sukuna gently pushes you in the direction of his room, his fingers drumming against your skin. Sukuna can feel the excitement coursing through his veins, the sheer thought of finally having you had his cock stirring.
“I’m supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom though…” You mention. Sukuna kisses his teeth before speaking.
“It’s not a problem unless you have a problem with it?” He pouts mockingly. “I mean, you can go to your room and be the perfect little girl and go to bed. Or, you can come into my room and be as much of a bad girl as you’d like.” He leans in closer, breath against your ear.
“And I’ll make it worth it. I’ll make it so fucking worth it, angel.”
You’re nodding before you can fully process the question and suddenly you’re being hauled over his shoulder, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a surprised yelp. Sukuna makes his way to his room, his large palm coming down your ass cheek.
You can feel your blood rushing to your head, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Sukuna gently sets you down on his bed before making his way to properly lock the door, lessening the chances of you being disturbed. Your eyes scan over his room.
The walls were red and littered with posters, mainly cars. But one poster caught your attention. Stifling your giggles, you spoke. “Is that a Twice poster?”
He freezes, eyes almost bugging out of his head as he stares at the said poster, his cheeks heating up. Deciding to ignore your question, he kisses his teeth and walks towards you. He places his arms on the bed, palms pushing your legs apart to make space for him.
“Shut up,” Sukuna growls, licking a stripe up your inner thigh, his eyes hungrily boring into yours. You can feel just how wet you are, your panties soaked. Biting your lip as you card your fingers through his soft, pink hair. A familiar feeling is boiling in the pit of your stomach, your fingertips twitching on his scalp.
You suppress the urge to rid yourself of your clothes and spread yourself out for him, leave him in charge of your pleasure and wellbeing, your desperateness pushing you closer to the edge.
Sukuna slips his fingers between the band of your pants, the warmth he radiated had you keening, already missing the feeling of his hands on your skin. You can feel yourself almost fading, the only thing you’re able to hear is your blood rushing and your heart beating, everything seemed as if it were a blur when you were with Sukuna.
He tugs at the band of your pants, sliding them down the expanse of your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your untouched pussy, the little crease of your panties showcasing the shape of your folds.
“I can smell just how wet you are, angel.” He chuckles, eyes dark with lust, zeroing on your cute little cunt. Bashfully, you place your forearm on your eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with Sukuna when he looks at you so hungrily.
“P-Please don’t be so lewd…” You plead, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You’re so desperate. So desperate to feel him. To have him sink his fingers in your pussy with his tongue flicking against your button. The sting of his palm hitting your thigh causes you to yelp suddenly, flesh stinging with pain.
“Oh? What’s wrong? I thought you were a tough little thing, givin’ me the stink eye and your shit attitude. But you’re just a pliant little bitch, aren’t ya’? Cute little slut you are.” He coos at you mockingly, tugging your panties down your legs before diving between your thighs.
“S’kuna!” Garbling a moan as you arch your back, attempting to pull his mouth away from your clit. Chills continue to crawl up your spine, stemming from your clit being roughly assaulted by Sukuna’s tongue.
He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up your spine. Pleasure overtakes you, your back arching into him. Your body continues to act on its own, mind too foggy to realize your actions. You’re brought back to reality by the singing feeling of your mound.
Sukuna’s palm is placed flat on your mons, sliding it up the expanse of your skin to take its place on your tummy. His warm hand was rough against your skin, the pads of his fingers almost painfully digging into your skin as he visibly loses himself in you, in your pussy.
His loud slurps and licks resonate through the room, your moans accompanying his lewd sounds as he continues his ministrations, passionately sucking on your pussy lips, sinking his long, pink tongue between your soaked walls.
“You taste so fucking good.” Growling as he shakes his head from side to side, stimulating your clit even quicker. Ecstasy builds in the pit of your stomach, ready to blow and release itself into your veins, fill your body with white, hot pleasure.
The coil in your stomach tightens once more before you’re wrapping your thighs around Sukuna’s sturdy neck and grinding your cunt against his tongue, the muscle laid out and flat for you to use. You’re horrified when you realize that this orgasm is quite different from your usual ones.
Your juices are squirting into Sukuna’s mouth, wetting his chin and as well as his cheeks as he stares you down, eyes glazed with lust as he licks his lips, looking at you as if you were a meal for him to devour.
He takes a tentative lick at your twitching clit, the sharp pleasure causing your hips to slide up. But, Sukuna ignores your body's pleading, opting to tongue you into oversensitivity. Tears are sliding down the apples of your cheeks. The pathetic sight of you had him groaning once more.
You’re just too cute.
“Mm? No more? You don’t want anymore?” He bats his lashes at you, pressing one last kiss to the puffy lips of your pussy before crawling over your body, so close that your chest would touch his whenever you took a breath.
Shaking your head, you mumble out a small ‘No’, already feeling your eyes droop from the mental and physical exhaustion of having to deal with Sukuna. He smiles a little, ignoring the fact that you have adjusted blue-balled him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before wiping down your thighs, he tucks you in and snuggles right beside you, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
___
Sukuna wakes up to the sound of your soft snores, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. His heart beats a little harder at the sight of you wearing his oversized shirt, your cheek tightly pressed against his chest while your hand is placed flat against his chest.
He feels his cheeks warm at the soft sight of you, loving the way you clung to him as if he were your significant other. He shakes his head at the thought, baffled at his thought. He never let himself commit before, why would he do it now? Why you?
“Mm.” Your eyebrows furrow as the sunlight hits your face. He curses under his breath for forgetting to shut the curtains before getting in bed with you last night. But, he can’t help but pat himself on the back as you snuggle even further into his chest, hoping to shield yourself from the tiresome sun.
“Sukuna…”
“Ah, shit.” He curses, feeling his cocks stir in his boxers, your hot thigh pressing against him, balls tightening at the thought of stuffing you, pumping your creamy little pussy with his cum. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he reaches inside and squeezes his cock, feeling it pulsate in his palm.
Sukuna lifts his head to peek at his cock as well as your thighs before leaning his head back on the pillow. Deciding to ignore his inner thoughts, he grabs the flesh of your thigh and lifts it to make space for his length, placing it right between your soft thighs.
“Fuck.” His brows are knitted as he blindly searches for the lube in his nightstand, eyes trained on your face, making sure you were still asleep. He hastily makes work of the bottle, popping the lid open and squirting it on your thighs and as well as himself.
Sukuna groans at the feeling of your plush thighs enveloping his cock. Experimentally, he thrusts himself between your thighs, silently praying that the lewd, wet sounds of your thighs wouldn’t wake you up. His eyes land on your face, still peaceful and asleep while he defiles you in your sleep.
How could he not? You’re such a tempting little thing, teasing him while being unafraid of returning is flirtatious remarks. It made him want you, even more, he craved you. Initially, he had planned to take your innocence and leave but as he spent more time with you, he realized that he wanted to break you. Break you until you are no more. Break you until you would crawl back to him and beg him to fix you.
“W-What?” He flinches before continuing his actions, pumping his cock even faster between your thighs as you continue to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes are blurry and tired, barely able to focus on your surroundings. You’re suddenly aware of the squelching sound resonating between your thighs.
You glance down, eyes met with the sight of Sukuna fucking your plush thighs, barely grazing your clit as he stables himself by placing his hand on your hip and wrapping his leg with yours, preventing you from ruining the perfect position he had himself in.
“Oh? Finally awake are you?” He kisses his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he feels himself come closer to the edge, balls twitching in a signal that he’s close to blowing his load.
You should be upset, you really should. But, the stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach is back. Telling you to give Sukuna everything. To give him your virtue, your innocence. The overwhelming heat of his cock has your mind hazy, leaving you unable to think rationally.
“Please...Make me cum too,” Pouting as you took hold of his hand, sneaking it under your shirt, allowing him to palm your naked breasts. His brows shoot up in surprise, your desperate tone and pathetic pout catching him off guard. He half expected you to push him away in disgust and call his mom, yet here you were, letting him use you as his fucktoy.
“Beg me, then.”
___
“Big sis! When is mommy coming home?” Yuuji pouts, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. Turning to face him, you hold the spoon of fried rice in front of your mouth before cooling it down with small breaths and letting Yuuji taste it, earning you a very enthusiastic thumbs up.
“She’s coming home in four days bud! Hang in there, buddy!” Attempting to cheer him up with a pat on the head. He nods quickly before scrambling away to play in his room. Not long after, a chest presses itself against your back.
Sukuna deeply breathes in your scent, consisting of flowers as well as your natural smell. He loves the feeling of you pressed against him, so sweet and small compared to him. Sukuna presses a wet kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver slightly.
“You smell so good.” He breathes.
“Not here…” You whimper, placing your hands on his wrists in an attempt to get him off of you. The past week consisted of sneaky touches and sexual tension, a couple of occurrences of Sukuna trailing his fingers up your thighs during dinner.
Also, you’ve not had the opportunity to sleep in your designated room due to his persistence. He never failed to make you cum before bed, his mouth always attached to your little clit while he palms your tits, occasionally flicking and pinching at the buds.
“Where then?” Licking a fat strip of your neck his hands slowly make their way up to your body, one hand stopping to grope your breast and the other wrapping itself around your throat, experimentally squeezing causing you to inhale sharply, his actions catching you off guard.
“Nowhere--We can’t! Not now!”
“Are you sure--”
“She told you to fuck off, Sukuna. Leave the girl alone.” Another voice interrupts, causing both you and Sukuna to stiffen, both your necks craning to peek at the unknown man, but Sukuna’s eyes flashed with recognition, then annoyance.
“Fuck are you doin’ here?” He snarls, placing you beside him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, almost as if he were trying to shield you from the mystery man. The man had twin-tails and deep eyebags, but he was quite attractive. Tall and built, even when he was dressed in overly large clothes that hung off his figure.
He had a bored expression on his face and a banana in his left hand. “What do you mean? I live here too y’know.” He drawls, his expression never changing as his eyes bore into you, forcing you to hide behind Sukuna, feeling as if he was trying to read you.
“Yeah, but you said you weren’t gonna be home for break. Should’ve just stayed somewhere else.” Clicking his tongue in displeasure. Your spine tingles at the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers tracing small shapes into your back, visibly shivering under the gaze of the unnamed man.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Sukuna. I’m still the eldest around here.” He growls, taking a threatening step towards his brother before placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair, Sukuna making futile attempts to swat away his brother which causes him to loosen his hold on you, allowing you to untangle yourself and attempt to slip out.
“Uh uh. Where are you going, miss? You need to leave right now. I’m sorry but hookups need to leave in the morning.”
“...I’m actually Yuuji’s babysitter.”
“Oh, shit? Dude, you’re fucking the babysitter?” He loudly interrogates, catching the attention of a certain little boy. Sukuna opts to stay silent, now finding the refrigerator magnets much more interesting than the conversation that was currently unfolding
“Choso! You’re home! I thought you weren’t gonna come home!” Yuuji comes tumbling into the kitchen, almost slipping and ramming himself into one of the drawers but he is swiftly scooped into Choso’s muscled arms.
“Man, I can’t even surprise you guys anymore, can I?” Choso laughs, blowing strawberries against Yuuji’s skin as he keeps his eyes on you. He wasn’t about to let you two off the hook.
These brothers would be the death of you.
___
“You guys haven’t let Yuuji catch you guys or anything, right?” He stares pointedly at you both, hands neatly folded in his lap. You were all currently having what seemed like a meeting, excluding Yuuji of course.
You sat beside Sukuna who had his arms behind his head, lax and uncaring of his brother while you were shaking like a leaf, your fingertips borderline freezing and your heart beating erratically.
Choso’s eyes continue to bore in you as if he were prying into your inner thoughts and feelings. You pray and hope that you weren’t as transparent as you thought you were. Nevertheless, Choso would get all the answers to his questions, one way or another.
“No! Of course not!”
“Mm, good. Stop being so handsy with each other. It’s fucking gross and I don’t want you guys exposing Yuuji to that shit. Sukuna, you were supposed to help and support her, not make her your little fucktoy. And you, little girl. You were supposed to care for my brother and feed him. That was all you two had to do.”
You hang your head in shame while Sukuna points his nose to the side, rolling his eyes disrespectfully as he ignores his brother's words. You fiddle with the zipper of your sweater, ashamed under Choso’s scrutinizing gaze.
“But it’s whatever really. Just don’t do that shit here. You guys aren’t dating I’m assuming?”
You shook your head, cheeks heating up at the imagery of Sukuna taking you out on a date. Sharing sweet kisses underneath a tree. Wiping his stained lips with your thumb and kissing him right after. Sukuna remains silent.
“Alright. Angel, could you go watch Yuuji for a bit? I need to talk to my little brother here. I’ll be out in a sec yeah?” Choso smiles at you as you quickly get on your feet, making your way to the living room where Yuuji was currently watching ‘From Up on Poppy Hill’.
“What are you doin’ with her?” Choso raises a brow. Turning to finally face Sukuna who continues to give him the silent treatment, causing him to sigh heavily before scratching the top of his head.
“If you’re just gonna play with her feelings and break her, I would just leave her alone. She’s a nice girl and she doesn’t deserve that, Sukuna. You know that.”
“How do you know I’m not serious about her?” Sukuna retorts, making eye contact with CHoso as they both glare at each other.
“Dude, you’re never serious. I know you. I’m your brother. Frankly, I’m not sure how you turned out this way but it has to stop. You’re ruining your chances of finding love.”
“What if I don’t wanna be in love?” He seethes, fists now clenched at the thought of sharing himself emotionally, leaving himself vulnerable and open all for them to see, for them to judge. It’s different. If he were to open up and get rejected, you wouldn’t be rejecting his fuckboy persona, you’d be rejecting him, his true self and his whole heart.
“I don’t know man, you seem to be getting there. I can tell by the way you look at her.”
___
“Baby. Baby get up. Pick up your phone. Someone’s calling you.” Sukuna mumbles into your shoulder, tiredly patting your bum that's currently pressed against his morning wood. His eyes are squinting as the sun’s rays seep into the room through the window.
Blindly searching for your phone before you somehow find it, swiping right to answer the call, pressing the speaker button with your eyes still unopened, feeling Sukuna grope your naked breast from under your shirt, tweaking your nipples as you mumble a groggy ‘Hello’.
“Bunny, how have you been? I miss you. When are you gonna come over pretty girl?”
Sukuna raises a brow, irritation boiling inside of him as he imagined you with anyone else. Raising his head to peek at the caller, his eyes widen at the contact name. Gojo Satoru. How were you acquainted with a bastard like him?
“‘M sorry, I just woke up. But sure, I can meet up today. I can probably ask Choso to watch Yuuji for a few hours.” You mumble into the pillow until your breath is caught in your throat, feeling Sukuna roughly twist your nipple.
“Oh? Poor baby. You sound so tired. Did you sleep late again?”
“Mhm--Ah, I did! Fuck…” Attempting to muffle your moans. His fingers were on your clit now, the thin fabric of your panties unable to protect you from Sukuna’s wrath. His fingers are roughly petting your clit as he sucks bruises into your neck.
“Oh? What are you doing, pretty girl? Being so naughty in the morning. Are you touching yourself?” Satoru dares to ask, the smugness in his voice apparent. Sukuna can feel the anger inside him boil even harder, slipping his fingers into your panties and mercilessly plunging them into your soaking cunt.
“N-No...I’m not!” You force out, thighs spreading wider for Sukuna as you pop the fingers of his free hand in your mouth, your throat suddenly feeling empty.
“Oh, baby. I knew you missed me. Fuck, you were such a good girl for me, sending me the prettiest pictures of your cute pussy. Naughty little thing. Fuck I’m so hard already.” Satoru moans before continuing. “You’re still a virgin right? Are you planning on giving me your virginity anytime soon?”
Sukuna feels himself snap as you squirt all over his thick fingers, eye twitching as Gojo continues to praise you as if he was the one who made you cum, made you squirt on his fingers. He wasn’t the one who made you cum every night before you slept, not the one who you brushed your teeth with, not the person you made breakfast for. Gojo had no place in your heart.
“Sorry, she’ll be giving that to me.” He growls before ending the call, tossing your phone on his desk before hungrily sucking his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, thoroughly sucking your essence off his fingers before kissing you full on the mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.
It feels lewd, tasting yourself on someone else’s tongue.
“Take your panties off. Right now. I wanna see your pussy nice and spread out for me because I’m gonna fuck you. You’re gonna feel my cock--” Pressing his palm on your lower stomach, “Here.”
“W-Wait--No, it’s my first time you can’t!” You plead, legs instinctively but he stood in the way, hips tightly pressed against yours, Sukuna’s already lowering his boxers, revealing the drooly, pink tip of his cock.
“Just the tip then? Lemme put the tip in,” He whispers, stroking his cock as he lifts your shirt, exposing your pebbled nipples to his fiending eyes. He can see your hesitation swirling in your eyes.
“I promise baby, it’s just the tip. It’s not even that deep. I just wanna feel your pussy. Baby, please.” He begs, leaving kisses against your cheek as he grinds the head of his cock against your slippery lips, groaning at your warmth.
“Come on baby. Just let me. “M not gonna do anything unless you agree.” He breathes.
“J-Just the tip.” You stutter, hands reaching down to spread your cunt for him. He groans at the lewd sight, biting his lip before slapping his length against your mons and placing the tip at your entrance.
“Fuck.” He groans his pink hair covering his eyes, hiding his pleasured expression from you. Sukuna languidly slides his cock inside you, inserting the first two inches and being the last six. He lets out a garbled moan at the feeling of your pussy squeezing the tip.
“I-It feels s’good,” You whimper, your hands coming up to grip his biceps as you resist the urge to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer, make him fill your pussy up with his cock and then his cum, let him paint your insides white.
“Yeah? Feels good? It would feel better with everything inside. Fuck, you’d look so pretty taking my whole cock, begging and crying for me to pull out because your cunts too tight. But, I know, deep inside you want me to make it hurt. You’re a dirty girl. You know what you want.” He presses a kiss to your lips before continuing.
“Almost had me fooled, made me think you were an innocent little thing but you’re just a desperate virgin, aren’t you? Even sending people pictures of your cute pussy. I’m surprised that you haven’t forced my cock inside you yet. Yeah. I can feel your pussy twitching. Just say the fuckin’ word, pretty girl.” He coos, shallowly thrusting into you.
“N-No I’m not…”
“Yeah? You’re telling me that you didn’t show Gojo Satoru your cute pussy?” He growls, biting your nipple teasingly.
You moan in response, back arching at the pleasure you’re feeling, your slick sliding down your pussy and onto the bed sheets. You’re surprised that Choso hasn’t told you both to shut up, seeing as it was seven in the morning, but then again, he and Yuuji had stayed up playing games last night.
“Can’t answer? Fuckin’ slut. I should punish you. Sink my cock in this pussy and cream you. Make you walk around Tokyo with Gojo Satoru while your pussy’s stuffed with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Unable to resist him anymore, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. Tears are steadily sliding down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you reach out to him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck as you wailed.
“P-Please. Please...fuck my pussy. Give me everything. ‘Want it all. ‘Want S’kuna’s cock. Want daddy to use me!” You mindlessly mumble into his shoulder, desperately moving your hips against him in an attempt to persuade him, yet he stays silent, your laboured breathing the only sound in the room, aside from your pleads and cries.
“Fuckin’ hell. You’re somethin’ else.” He laughs before bottoming out. Sukuna presses one last kiss to your lips before slamming his cock inside your cunt, swiftly taking your virginity. He swallows your screams and whimpers, wrapping his hand around your throat in an attempt to comfort you.
Sukuna whispers sweet nothings against your lips, promising that you’d feel better soon. That you’d love it. And that he wasn’t going to stop until you’ve soaked his cock and bed, promising to satisfy your every need.
“Sukuna. Daddy. Fuck. T-Too much,” You wail, clinging onto his shoulders as you adjust to the size, blinking away your tears as he continues to pepper kisses against your face, rubbing circles against the expanse of your neck.
“You’ll feel even better soon, princess. Don’t worry, I got you.”
You sigh in pleasure, finally feeling the pain ebb away as your tense muscles relax, easing into his hold as you’re suddenly made aware of his balls currently pressed against your perineum.
“Please move…” You whisper, avoiding his surprised gaze. But he adheres to your plea, wanting to fulfill the myriad of promises he had made to you. Sukuna is a man of his word. Well, at least when it came to you.
He grunts as he bottoms out once more, gently sliding in his cock until his cockhead is snugly pressed against your cervix. You could feel your cunt around the wide base of his cock, whimpering at the sheer weight and heat his cock had.
Sukuna sits back up, pressing your thighs into your chest before placing his weight on you, proceeding to slam his cock inside your pussy. Mercilessly battering your sensitive cervix while you laid still and took it, loving the mixture of both pain and pleasure.
“Shit baby, ease up. You’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes, his brows are furrowed and sweat is gathering on his brow, an exasperated expression on his face as he struggled to hold his cum in, wanting to make the most out of your first experience.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, knowing that you wouldn’t ease up at all, even feeling your pussy tighten. He slips a hand between you both, rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers, causing you to squeal in delight.
“Like that?”
Nodding eagerly, you agree, unable to form a coherent sentence while your mind was a jumbled, foggy mess. You shiver at the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, a strong, cold pull spreading throughout your body.
“‘M close,” You whine, shutting your eyes.
“Yeah? Love my cock so much, being such a good fuckin’ girl for me. ‘Wanna cream you right here, make you my little bitch.” Sukuna growls, harshly pinching your sore nipple once more before grabbing your chin and propping your mouth open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.
He places his thumb on your tongue, stroking your cheek with an almost lovesick expression on his face before he starts to gather spit in his mouth, slapping your cheek with one hand before directly spitting on the pink of your tongue, even allowing his excess spit to drool steadily in your mouth, finishing his lewd act with a spit-filled kiss, a mix of spittle spilling out the sides of your mouths.
“P-Please. Cum inside me. Fill me up. ‘Want it. ‘Want it so bad.” You continue to beg pathetically, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his back as you felt your abdomen tighten, your orgasm so close you could taste the euphoria.
“Shit. Shit. Fuckin’ cum for me then. Let it go. Come to me, princess. You have my permission.” He huskily whispers.
That’s all it took for you to finally let go. Your thighs are shaking rapidly around his hips, squeezing him tightly in the process as you struggle to catch your breath. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, mouth slack with spittle dribbling out the sides.
“Nice and loud for me, pretty girl. There you go. I like you so much.” He coos before tensing up, hunching over your figure, His brows are furrowed and his eyes are shut tightly, his jaw clenched as he paints your insides white, thick streams of cum jetting out of his cockhead and on your bruised cervix.
You’re both panting, bodies a tangled, sweaty mess when you both regain your breaths. Feeling his eyes on you, you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him why. But, he laughs before rolling the both of you over, leaving you on his chest while still being connected to him, his cum steadily running down your thighs.
“So, are you still gonna see him?” He asks voice light, hoping you hadn’t caught his slip up.
“I-”
“Hey. You guys are cute ‘nd all, but you need to get up. Yuuji’s lookin’ for you both. Even wanted to come and wake you guys up but obviously, you guys were busy.” He exhales, rubbing his temples before shutting the door, leaving you hot and embarrassed.
“Let’s go?”
___
“I can’t believe you actually came! I missed you so much, bunny.” Gojo spreads his arms, welcoming you in an embrace. You awkwardly make your way towards him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your shoulder, even having the audacity to press a kiss against your head.
Deciding that you weren’t about to have it, you push at his chest, wanting to sit at the booth he had gotten for you both. It was a simple cafe, only a ten-minute drive away from your place, well, Sukuna’s place.
Sitting in the booth, you place your bag beside you, folding your arms on the table before getting straight to the point. “Why did you ask me to come here?” You utter, feeling quite uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. The same blue eyes that caught your attention the day you had met Gojo.
You still remember that day, your junior year in high school where Gojo Satoru had asked you out on a date, even coming by your classroom with a bouquet of blue roses that matched his eyes, shamelessly proclaiming his ‘love’ for you. Something he had done to gain the attention of your classmates.
Your relationship was a dream, too good to be true. Weekly dates were a thing and he never failed to show up with a present, so you had started doing the same, getting him little trinkets that you thought that he’d enjoy. You loved him but your mom hadn’t, openly expressing her dislike towards him whenever he visited you or picked you up for a date.
But like all dreams, your relationship with Gojo Satoru has come to an end. You still remembered his eyes, a lovely shade of blue they were. But, on that day, they were different, lacking the lustre they usually had.
You still remember the way his eyes gradually lost their sparkle, the longer your relationship progressed, the more uninterested he got. His texts got shorter and so did his verbal replies, only allowing you to hear his voice a few times a week as he started to avoid you during school as well.
Your friend reassured you, telling you that it was normal for a relationship to have its rough patches. And it wasn’t as if you had to stay by his side. It made you feel clingy, wanting his attention almost the same way his fangirls did. It made you feel like you weren’t a priority.
You remember crying to your mom, asking her why. Why wouldn’t he tell you what he was feeling? Why didn’t he want to speak to you anymore? Why did he avoid you? Why won’t he come to see you anymore? Had you done something wrong? What did you do to upset him? Why couldn’t you do anything right? Why did you drive everyone away?
Your mom tried her best to answer your questions, but both of you knew that the only person who could answer them was the man himself. It got to the point where you answered those questions yourself, presenting your insecurities as reasons why Gojo fell out of love with you.
Had he loved you in the first place if he admitted defeat so quickly?
The heartache you felt was nothing like you had felt before. You blamed yourself for things that you didn’t have control over, things that nobody could control. It left you empty and tired, a soulless husk of who you used to be. That moment then was when you understood why people said to give the same effort. You gave yourself to him, leaving nothing for yourself.
It hurt to see him brush you off, to even refuse to speak about your relationship, to fix what you had, but did you have anything in the first place? Were you just naive? Blind to his hidden motives to play with your feelings.
You remember the day you finally spoke to him, the day you had finally gained the courage to speak your mind.
___
“Hey, can we talk?” You mumble, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You hadn’t meant to disrupt his conversation with his friends, but this was the only opening you saw in the past week.
He rolls his eyes before telling his friends that he’d be quick, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the back of the school, an annoyed expression on his face as he counted the seconds, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
“What is it?” Gojo grumbles as he blows a piece of hair out of his eyes.
“I’m sorry for taking you away from your friends, but I just wanted to talk about us. Are we okay?”
He shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to face away from you, not wanting to see the desperate expression you had on your face. It pissed him off to no end that you couldn’t take a hint. It was his fault, hitting on someone like you in the first place.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still wanna be with me?”
“I don’t know.”
You felt your heart crumble, even when you were expecting this, even when you had mentally prepared yourself for this, but your efforts were futile. If it could, your heart would’ve been shattered right now. Your bottom lip temples lightly before you force yourself to continue, taking in a deep breath.
“Do you still love me?”
“...”
“Because I love you. Please, Satoru. Let’s work this out. I’m sure we can. Is it me? Did I make you mad? Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I want to fix us. Please.” You beg, tears streaming down the apple of your cheeks as you desperately grab his hands, placing them on your cheeks as you sob.
“Well I don’t, okay? I don’t wanna fix us. I lost interest in you for a reason. I got what I wanted and I don’t want anymore, okay? Can you understand that? I was an angel for putting up with you in the first place.” He spits before continuing, now pushing you against the wall.
“You’re too clingy. You always wanna be with me and I hate it. It was cute at first but it shows just how dependent you are, you can't do anything for yourself. Pathetic.”
“P-Please...stop.” You cry, desperately wiping the tears from your eyes as he glares at you, his height causing you to crane your neck to look up at him.
“I’m not even done yet.”
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“Princess. Hey. Y/n?”
You snap out of your daydream, eyes landing on Gojo’s concerned face, your hand now in his larger hands, holding you so gently as if you were the same fragile girl you were back then in high school.
“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?”
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“You dumbass. You let her meet up with her ex alone?” Choso loudly exclaims starling Yuuji who sat in his arms.
“What am I supposed to do? Stop her?”
“No, but you should’ve made your intentions with her clear. You know you’re in love with her--”
“I am not.”
“--Yeah well there's some type of feelings there. We have to go follow her. Gojo Satoru’s a fuckin’ bastard and we gotta make sure she’s alright.” Choso hastily puts Yuuji down, instructing him to get changed and to come down right after.
“Why do you care so much anyway? It’s not your problem?” Sukuna asks, slightly feeling his cheeks heat up as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding his brother's smug gaze, feeling embarrassed.
“I care because you’re my brother.” He smiles softly, placing his hand on top of Sukuna’s head, his brother now allowing the action. “I’m the eldest. I live and care for my younger brothers.” He pats his head one last time before hollering for Yuuji to hurry, causing Yuuji to almost tumble down the stairs.
“Alright alright get in the car.”
“Hey, big bro, are we going after Y/n? We’re going after her right?” He speaks as he buckles himself into his car seat, slightly struggling with the belt on his chest which Sukuna helps him with as Choso starts the car.
“Yeah, we are. We just gotta make sure she’s safe.” He huffs, settling back in his seat as they back out of the driveway. Sukuna takes a deep breath, placing a hand over his heart in an attempt to calm himself down.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, the anxiety that was constricting his lungs, sitting on his chest like a rock. His stomach feels queasy and his fingertips are ice cold. What if you chose Gojo over him? It wasn’t as if Sukuna showed any romantic feelings towards you, only coaxing you to have sex with him.
He’s unsure of when the sex stopped being just sex. At times he found himself admiring you as you slept, his chest warm and a slight smile on his face. He felt his heart beat a little harder whenever you walked into a room, especially when you looked and cared for Yuuji so lovingly.
He wants that. He wants you to care for him the same way.
“Big bro...Are you gonna be like Howl and sweep big sis off her feet?” He asks innocently, unaware of the weight of his question.
“If she wants me to.”
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“I’m sorry but I’m not getting back together with you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Gojo Satoru had nothing but the audacity, asking you for so much when he knew he wouldn’t reciprocate.
“Does this have anything to do with that guy this morning?” He questioned, brow raised.
You stay silent, hands no back in your lap as you avoid his gaze. The anxiety you feel is overwhelming, bile rising your throat at the sudden confrontation. It wasn’t as if you owed him an answer but why did you feel compelled to?
“You know nobody else can make you feel the way I do. I still remember the day you begged for me to stay. I know you still feel the same way.” He rests his cheek against his palm, looking at you with such a loving look in his eyes that it made you feel sick.
“It’s useless, bunny. I know you still want me, still think about me. It’s alright. I think about you too. Are you still mad about me dumping you? It was high school. Get over it. You’re not a fucking child, Y/n.” He spits, expression souring.
He makes a move to grab your arm, but you were suddenly being pulled out of your seat and into someone else’s arms. His familiar scent clouds you, calming down all the warning bells in your head that begged you to get yourself out of the situation. You allow yourself to melt even deeper into him, holding onto the arm that was currently around your waist.
“Are you good?” He asks, worries written all over his face as he examines you for any distress, but you feel nothing but peace being with him, the mere sight of Sukuna putting all your anxieties and doubts at ease.
“Mhm,”
“Sukuna, I thought I heard your voice this morning.” Gojo stands, both men towering above you as bystanders sneak glances, wondering if there was a brawl about to go down. Some looked excited while others looked as if they were debating on leaving. You side with the latter.
“Yeah? What about it?” He hissed, gently placing you behind his larger frame as he approaches Gojo, a sneer on his face as he continues to size him up.
“Didn’t know you were into sloppy seconds. Tell me, how does my dick taste?” Gojo smugly retorts. Sukuna feels himself snap, fist rearing back to put Gojo in his place but you beat him to it.
A loud ‘smack’ resounded in the tiny coffee shop, shocking the bystanders as well as the men in front of you, their jaws slack and their eyes wide. Sukuna’s shocked expression turns into a smug one, arms crossed against his chest as he watches you handle the situation perfectly.
“Fuck you, Gojo Satoru. I don’t owe you shit. Don’t ever call me again.” You seethe, grabbing Sukuna’s hand and storming out of the with Sukuna trailing quietly behind, secretly flipping off Gojo while simultaneously sticking his tongue out at him.
Sukuna quickly turns to you, stopping his tracks to prevent you from straying too far especially when Choso was still looking for a parking spot, hastily dropping him off in front of the shop to prevent anything worse from happening. He pulls you into a secluded alleyway before speaking.
“Hey, hey, you okay? You did great. You’re such a good girl for me.” He praises, cradling you close to his chest as he breathes in your scent, basking in the warmth your body radiated. He was suddenly reminded of how much he loves to have you in his arms.
“I-I’m sorry you had to come after me.”
“I came after you because I wanted to. You didn’t make me do shit, alright?” He pulls your face away from his chest to examine your pretty face, cheeks stained with tears and eyes all puffy, but you were still the same pretty girl in his eyes,
“You mean it?”
“I do.” Sukuna takes it as an opportunity to kiss you full on the lips, slotting his slightly dry lips against your perfectly pouty ones, savouring your taste on his tongue as he cradles your cheek in one hand and squeezes your neck in the other, loving the feeling of your breath getting caught in your throat.
He peppers a few last kisses on your lips before pulling away, examining your blissful expression. He can’t help but smile at you, your innocent expression causing his heart to hammer and his tummy to do somersaults.
“I like you. So fuckin’ much.” He breathes.
You smile and press a kiss to his nose. “I know. I heard this morning. I like you just as much.”
“You heard me?” He asks incredulously.
“Yeah, of course, I heard you. We were the only two people there and it was eight in the morning.” You deadpan, amusing yourself with the chains that currently hung on his neck, a grin spreading across his face as he peers down at you.
“So why’d you see that dumbass anyway?” Huffing as he kisses the corner of your mouth.
“Because I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Because...I only want you. Only you.” Hiding your face in his chest as you feel his shoulder shake, silently laughing at you.
“Yeah? Only me? Show me then.”
“Uh no because we’re gonna get lunch now.” Choso suddenly butts in, startling the both of you as he stands at the opening of the alleyway, Yuuji sitting in his arms before quickly wiggling out of them, running towards you two with his arms wide open.
Taking him into your arms, he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Big sis! You’re just like Sophie now!” He giggles, patting the area he has just kissed, wiping the spit that he had left behind, causing Sukuna to poke him in the stomach, threatening him about kissing his girlfriend.
Midoriya approaches you from behind. You feel his hand come to rest lightly on the small of your back. It sends a chill down your spine. He steps beside you, looking down at you through his dark lashes. And then he places his other hand on your stomach.
He can feel the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. And for whatever unfamiliar, depraved reason, he has the strong urge to lick it all off you.
I love hybrid au’s for the fact that I can google deep dive animal research for hours lol and speaking of research I went with a bunny, breed being a French lop with speckles. also this is a college au my guys, gender neutral reader! 6k words
A bit of a size difference thing here? Itadori is a tiger and tigers are bigger than rabbits…so I made him bigger and by that logic he’s bigger than you…tiger big rabbit small…I hope that makes sense lol and both reader and itadori are adorably skittish in this :) at least I think it’s adorable
sweaty rappa cock makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
tags/warnings: sweat and spit kink, tiny bit of dumbification, tiny bit of ahego, tiny bit of praise kink, belly bulges, established relationship
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You’re drenched in sweat.
Drenched in sweat and it’s not even your own.
“Fuck, runt, yer lil cunt is so tight! Ya got the best lil pussy around!”
The praise has you whimpering, your poor stretched out cunt weakly trying to clamp down on and flutter around the massive cock that’s splitting you open and making your eyes roll back, making you moan- low, whiny, needy and wrecked.
It’s too much and it’s too good and you can’t even breathe right now. There’s no way you can with Rappa rearranging your guts the way he is. There’s no way you can with him pressed down on you- heavy and strong, crushing his broad chest against you and squeezing out the scant air in your lungs, covering you with his sweat as he grunts and ruts into you with a grin.
He’s filthy- dripping with perspiration and stinking from the efforts of his work out, making your mind spin and spin with the heady, musky odor of a man. You won’t be able to wash his scent away with just one shower- you know you won’t. You’ll need two, maybe three before you can scrub away the potent sweat drenching you in his essence.
But, shit, that’s okay. That’s fine. Being marked by Rappa, being drenched in him, covered with the scent of him? God, that’s- that’s fine.
You’re his little runt- you should smell like him.
“F- fuck! Rappa! Rappa!”
“Yeah, fuck- squeal for me, darlin’. Squeal for the champ!”
You do- a shrill squeak of a squeal ripping from your lips as you’re fucked into so hard that it has your whole body jolting back, your head slamming against the metal of the lockers. Rappa laughs whenever you whine and he grins whenever you moan- spots filling your vision when he grabs you by the neck and pulls you up to him, squeezes your throat as he plants a sloppy kiss to your trembling lips. You choke on his tongue whenever he pushes it into your mouth and you choke on his slobber too- whine and gasp and moan as it drips down your chin in a thick slather, dribbles all over your chest.
“Ah, shit, that’s fuckin’ hot,” Rappa growls- big hands grabbing your breasts, fingers slipping through his spit and smearing them all over. “Love these cute lil teats.”
He pinches your nipples and that’s enough to have you crying out, reaching to claw at his big shoulders as you thrash and moan and come all over his cock. Rappa groans as you do and he pushes you back onto the dirty floor, fucks into you so hard and fast it has you ragdolling, letting out pathetic gurgles as your body is pushed past its limits and your mind fogs over- breaks.
Too- too much. So good. You can’t- you can’t-
Your lashes flutter and stinking sweat drips down onto you- splatters all over your face and chest, into your hair. A few drops land in your open, moaning mouth- salty, pungent, heady- and you’re left whimpering from the taste, mewling and keening and begging for more in stuttered little gurgles that have Rappa snorting, grinning.
“Fucked ya stupid, didn’t I?” he croons- rough and jagged, grating with a growl. The drunken, feeble nod you give has him barking out a laugh and you coo whenever thick fingers push into your slick mouth, suckle the sweat off those callused digits feebly as he groans. “Fuck, runt. Yer killin’ me.”
It’s drenched in praise- praise that has you shuddering, weakly squeezing around the thick cock that’s fucking you absolutely dumb.
Rappa grunts and his cock stabs deep into you, has you seeing stars and sobbing. A big hand grabs onto your waist and keeps your writhing body tight against him- his dick grinding into you and pushing at the flesh of your stomach, making it bulge and stretch and threatening to break from the way it pushes your cushy, creaming insides past its limits. You’re left limp and choking as his fingers push deeper into your mouth, down your throat. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and Rappa’s own finds your cheek, licks away your tears and leaves behind a dank slick of spit, leaves you whimpering out a whine that can’t be heard over the slamming of flesh against flesh, the sticky smack of sweat drenched skin sticking and peeling off one another.
You come, weakly, and then everything goes black for a second- your body unable to keep up with it all, your mind blanking as you’re stuffed full of thick cum, smooshed under a giant body and smeared over with more sweat and spit as Rappa humps his seed deep into you, lays slobbering kisses all your face.
A swooning keen warbles out of your sore throat as you come to and you twitch with a tiny shudder as Rappa slips out of you- dick plopping out wetly, his cum oozing out of your pulsing cunt, a grin stretched across his face and a dreamy, dazed smile gracing your own.
When his finger finds your clit, your hips stutter in an exhausted cant, a pathetic whine manages to make its way from you. Rappa laughs- satisfied and crude- and he gathers his dripping cum up with his fingers, stuffs it back into your aching cunt and has you mewling, shaking as you try to give an instinctive little squeeze around his curling digits.
“That’s my lil champ,” he huffs with a grin. The whimper that sounds whenever he slips his fingers from you only has him grinning wider and he snorts as he smacks your cum slicked thigh, as you whine and squirm on the dirty floor. “Fuckin’ insatiable, runt.”
You give him a swaning, sleepy nod and Rappa huffs again, snorts and yanks you up into his arms, squishes you against his sweat soaked chest.
Rappa pulls up his pants with one hand and holds you tight in his arms, carries you out of the locker room without bothering to dress you. You smile as you’re carted out- cum drunk and cum dumb, eyes unable to stay open as you nuzzle into a hairy, sweaty chest.
You’re filthy- disgusting- and you’re happy to be so- happy to be drenched in the cum and sweat and spit of the monster of a man that you call yours, that he calls his.
Oooh your requests are open, I'm so excited! Could I ask for a Tanjiro x Reader in a modern AU setting (Kimetsu Academy, perhaps?) where Reader visits Tanjiro (who's crushing on her) at his bakery and he sees her playing with his siblings? It just warms his heart up and they're all like 'You should marry our brother!' and ahhh just fluff galore! Headcanons, scenario, short fic, anything is fine with me, whatever's easiest for you! Thank you so much! ~Oblivion~
(a/n: hi again!!! thank you so much for requesting! this is such an adorable request, im literally so soft rn ya hear??? tanjiro is such best boy im 😔✊✊,, i hope you like this and have a great day!)
(this became longer than expected, are headcanons supposed to be this long??? per usual, there will typos and grammar errors! happy reading!)
Total words: 1770+ words
Genre: Fluff
No manga spoilers
Warnings: None
Will You Marry Our Brother? ( Kamado Siblings x Reader, Tanjiro Kamado x Reader) I Headcanons
During your time at Kimetsu Academy, you had the pleasure of meeting the owners of a nearby bakery, the Kamado family. You shared classes with the eldest son, Tanjiro Kamado. You became good friends with the boy, and eventually you met his younger sister, Nezuko Kamado. You adored his sister and the two of you instantly became close friends, because of her kind and caring nature.
Since Tanjiro was your classmate, you usually sat beside him. Each chance that he would get, his attention would be focused on you, chatting and asking about your day with an obvious flush in his face. Honestly, you thought it was kind of cute, seeing him all flustered up all around you. You sort of got a crush on him, not that he knew about it.
You would hang out with Nezuko in-between school breaks, eating Lunch with her as the two of you would have girl talks. She would always keep you company, and if ever you needed someone to lean on, you bet that she would always be there to support you.
You could say that you were more than shocked when you discovered that they had four more younger siblings. You didn't have the honor of meeting them properly, because of your busy schedule and just the overwhelming amount of academic pressure on your shoulders that hindered you from visiting their bakery. However, judging by the wonderful stories that Tanjiro would tell you in the middle of school breaks, they seemed like absolute sweethearts, and you were looking forward to meeting them.
However, you would later have the chance to meet them. It was a peculiar day, and the teachers weren't as harsh on you all like they would normally. Not only that, you craved for something sweet and warm. You just wanted to just bask in positive vibes, and you knew exactly where you wanted to go.
Your legs stopped in front of a small shop, and almost immediately, a wave of gentleness hits your body with so much comfort. You entered the bakery, a bell ringing as you begin to salivate at the sight of the delicious treats displayed on the counter. Nezuko takes notice of your presence, and turns around to welcome you with a big smile on her face.
When you finally picked out the goodies you desired from the shelf, you made your way to the cashier to pay for them. As you got near, you heard little strange noises coming from below the cash register. Confusion began to grow as you recognized the strange noises sounded like the sound effects from a popular mobile game. You became even more perplexed as Nezuko's expression hardened, and she instantly marched behind the cashier in slight annoyance.
A loud squeal of surprise erupted as the sound effects abruptly stopped. Then, suddenly, a young boy emerges from the cashier, a sheepish look evident in his face as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. The moment he notices your figure just standing awkwardly behind the cash register, he immediately turns red and mutters incoherent apologies as he would repeatedly bow profusely. You just give him a reassuring smile, and you said something about also liking the game he was playing.
You learned that this boy is Takeo, one of Tanjiro's younger siblings. As he continued to check out your treats, he couldn't help but find you so familiar.
Are you the girl in his brother's lockscreen photo?
After you paid for your orders, you introduced yourself to him, and his suspicions were confirmed. He couldn't help a mischievous smirk form on his lips, as he vividly recalls all the moments his brother would dreamily talk about a girl named [ Y / N ].
You asked him to play one round of the mobile game he played before with you. After seeing how the bakery was not really busy and getting Nezuko's approval, he accepted your offer. You bonded with him over the game, and the two of you had so much fun! You were pretty sure that you played more than one round with the young Kamado!
You were absolutely great at the game, much more so than him! You beat his high score, and he wouldn't admit it, but he swears he will beat your score one day. He could not wait to totally tease his brother about this.
Later on, you meet Hanako, Shigeru and the youngest, Rokuta. You were absolutely delighted to finally meet them. They were exactly how Tanjiro described them, they were all such big sweethearts!
Hanako and Shigeru almost immediately took a liking on you! They bombarded you with so much questions, asking you about your favorite color, animal, and all the little things you liked. The would listen to your answers eagerly, big smiles never fading from their expressions.
They would absolutely invite you to play a few games with them! They looked absolutely precious and you didn't have the heart to say "no". You played so much games with them during your stay, the most prominent being "Tag" and "Hide 'n Seek".
After they become tired from running around so much, they settled on listening to your jokes and puns. You swear they have the most adorable laughter in the world!
Just seeing them being giggling and laughing so much melted your heart into a puddle of joy. These two were absolutely cute and adorable, and they radiated so much positive energy that just fill your entire being with warmth and love.
They think that you are absolutely beautiful and wonderful, just like how their brother described you to be!
And then, there's little Rokuta. At first, he was a little shy to approach you. His big eyes looked at you with so much curiosity, and when you told him your name, his face immediately transformed into one of recognition.
Oh! So you're the [ Y / N ] my big brother keeps babbling about!
You would dote on him so, so much! You couldn't stop the squeals from escaping your mouth as he would adorably babble and tell you about his day! His big eyes hold so much innocence and purity in them, and your mind went absolutely bonkers about how cute this little Kamado is!
When he deemed he trusted you enough, he would raise his little arms up, and his tiny hands would make some grabbing motions. Nezuko would chuckle at his actions and tell you that he wants you to pick him up. You stifled a scream of absolute delight, mustering all willpower not to cry from sheer happiness. A cute and cuddly toddler wanted you to pick him up? Don't mind if I do!
The moment Rokuta is in your arms, he immediately embraces you, his little arms just wrapped around your shoulders. Nezuko cheered you on, commenting about how Rokuta had now grew attached to you. He was nuzzling on your neck, feeling secured in your hold as you silently thanked the gods above for giving you this oppurtunity.
Unbeknownst to you, a pair of Crimson hues stared at you with so much adoration from over the counter.
Tanjiro watched how the whole thing unfold. From your little game matches with Takeo, to your giggling fits with Hanako and Shigeru, and to how you held Rokuta in your arms with so much tenderness. All of this left Tanjiro feeling so much warmth and affection in his chest, and he wanted to cry out from the sheer joy of how much you had gotten along with his siblings.
You were absolutely Wonderful. Exquisite. Magnificent. Beautiful. Stunning. Heavenly.
Just so drop-dead gorgeous.
He's in absolute euphoria.
The boy won't admit it, but he's imagining his future with you. Seeing you being so happy with his little siblings makes him wonder what a family with you would look like. Gosh, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He practically had hearts in his eyes as he kept staring at you like a lovesick puppy, not noticing that Takeo was leaning against the counter with a smug expression on his face.
"Gosh, Nii-san. I knew you had a crush on her, but I didn't know it was this bad."
Tanjiro snaps from his day dream, and he could feel so much blood rush to his face. He was so embarrassed, much more so that Takeo had caught him looking at you all this time! Takeo laughs at his brother's red face, and Tanjiro could only shriek out erratic noises to desperately request Takeo not to get too loud.
You heard a commotion from the counter, and you turned to see a completely red-faced Tanjiro waving his hands vigorously to a guffawing Takeo. You could only giggle at the sight in amusement, and when Tanjiro makes eye contact with you, his face gets even more redder.
In your arms, Rokuta shifts from your neck to look at his big brother. Noticing how the two of you gazed in each other's eyes, he claps his hands in delight and looks up to meet your [ E / C ] orbs.
"Ne, [ Y / N ]-san, will you marry my big brother?"
THE WHOLE BAKERY JUST EXPLODES IN HYSTERICS
Takeo laughs harder than he had before, grabbing at the edges of the counters to prevent himself from falling to the ground from the amount of amusement he was getting from the situation.
Hanako and Shigeru just burst out in full excitement, jumping and smiling at you, asking you repeatedly if you wanted to marry their big brother. They practically pleaded with you, their wide eyes constantly staring at you, in hopes that someday you might officially become their big sister.
Nezuko chokes in shock at her drink. She didn't expect Rokuta to say those words! She immediately goes to your side, and just repeatedly apologizes to you in behalf of Rokuta for putting you in such an awkward position. But, she cannot really lie, she would love for you to become her sister-in-law.
Tanjiro just looked at you in horror and fear. His face had hit the utmost redness it could possibly have attained, and he only wanted to crawl and hide at this very moment. He didn't want his crush on you to be revealed this way! He had special plans for that moment, but it didn't matter anymore, because you now know about his overwhelming feelings for you! Gosh, he felt so humiliated, and it didn't help that you were in such an awkward position just because of his attraction on you!
But then, he was caught off guard by your breathtaking smile. The next words sent Tanjiro's mind into a frenzy, desperately struggling with the urge to faint out of sheer bliss as the bakery exploded again into cheers of celebration.
Fighting their ex at a club after she makes a scene
Warnings: aged up characters, mentions of alcohol, cursing and bad language, and some slight nsfw head cannons
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Tanjiro Kamado
-This boy is to kind for his own damn good, she walked over him and used him and his dumb little heart played it off as how lovers should be until you swept him off his feet and made him cheat on her.
-You made him whole, you gave him the love and attention he deserved and in return he was loyal and loving to you and treated you like his queen.
-So when you find her shouting at him and pushing him back into a wall in the club you had both decided to come to for date night you’re pissed.
-It’s obvious he’s trying to stay polite and respectful to her but he’s getting ready to snap until he’s frozen solid in shock from the daiquiri that was just poured over her head.
-You have a smug grin on your face and fake an apologetic voice, “Oh I’m sorry I mistook you for the trash can.”
-“You little bitch.”
-You hit the empty plastic container on her head making a funny “bonk” sound echo through it, “By the way the fishing pier called they need their nets back.”, you tease commenting on her poor outfit.
-Tanjiro’s falling in love with you all over again but practically has a heart attack when he sees his ex’s fist connect with your cheek.
-You’re barely dazed by her weak punch and catch yourself, “A kindergartner could punch harder then that you bitch.”, and like that you’re both on the floor throwing punches and slaps like wild animals on the floor.
-She’s screaming like a fearful monkey and you’re just laughing as you’re yanked off of her by security, you’re only injuries are a few scratches from her stupid nails and the punch from earlier but honestly you could care less after you’re kicked out of the club.
-“(Y/n)!”, your anger disappears the moment you met his soft dark red eyes but your tackled to the ground as he presses a deep passionate kiss into your lips.
-“My beautiful little hero.”, he hums kissing you over and over until you both decide to leave and go home and cuddle. Tanjiro is absolutely head over heels with you.
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Inosuke Hashibira
-You are the calm to his storm, just one look at you and he’s either swooning for you or so relaxed and chill.
-This feral man was having so much fun just dancing and holding you until his ex shows up. She pushes you out of his arms and onto the floor and gets in his face arguing with him about breaking up with her for you.
-He’s immediately shouting back at her for even being in the same room as you both and you get to see first hand what he meant about being unhappy and angry when he was with her.
-You’re already kinda drunk from the shots you had downed earlier so your entire being changes. Inosuke watches in pure amazement as you yank his ex down by her hair and start swinging at her.
-You don’t let go of her hair as she screams and punches at you and your punches and slaps are connecting more then hers.
-It takes Inosuke a moment to register that his once calm and peaceful lovely woman is now whooping someone’s ass and he’s fucking laughing. You were always so calm and sweet so seeing this sudden rage and violence from you is a nice treat. He’s able to pull you off of her but you rip out her hair as you’re pulled away.
-“You really just fought someone, holy shit! Are you crazy?”, he cackles carrying you out over his shoulder.
-“Inosuke shut the fuck up, be lucky I didn’t fuck her up more. I should kick your ass to for letting her push me-mmn~”
-Kisses you straight on the lips with a grip so tight on your thighs you’re sure there’s a bruise, “Let’s go home right now and I’m gonna fuck every last drop of anger out of you.”
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Zenitsu Agatsuma
-Aight first lets start off with the fact that our boy doesn’t have good self esteem and is pretty much an idiot who will fall in love with the first woman that dares to give him attention.
-Due to this he ends up in a very abusive and toxic relationship until he’s tossed aside for someone better, he meets you at a local cafe after his break up where you serve him his coffee with little foam hearts and a shiba dog drawing on it and he’s crying more because you’re so cute and he needed this soft gift for his broken heart.
-Now bring it back to the presence and he’s being tag teamed by his ex and her friends and getting bullied until tears are welling up in the corners of his eyes.
-“What a crybaby!” “What a useless guy just croak and die already.” “What did I ever see in you?”
-He’s breaking from their cruel words one of them suddenly falls to the ground after having a chair throw at her. The other gets thrown into the crowd of dancers making people scream as the fight ensues.
-“You can’t see shit with those fake eyelashes covering your whole face, but that’s cool I benefited from your loss in the long run.”, you growl grabbing her by her hair to keep her in place as you kneed her in the stomach.
-Zenitsu is both scared and turned on by your sudden aggressiveness and he’s just praying you don’t notice the huge boner you’ve given him.
-His ex is clutching her stomach and glaring up at you from her spot on the ground and you decide to prove your point to her. You grab Zenitsu by the back of the head and pull him into a deep wet kiss while flipping her off with your free hand, he’s blushing bright red and moaning loud from your sudden dominance but he could care less who sees.
-“Zen let’s go home. I’m gonna give you another confidence booster.”, you purr making him smile like an idiot.
-He’s well aware what you mean but as he drives home with your hand on his thigh he can’t help but think, “Damn I’m totally marrying her.”
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Kyojuro Rengoku
-He’s the one that breaks up with her! This sweet fucking gentleman just couldn’t deal with his sugar baby ex just using him for money anymore so he cuts his ties with her.
-Isn’t to surprised to see her yelling at you while at the club, your dawning his crisp blue blazer over your sweet exposed skin and his ex is absolutely targeting your body to make you feel insecure.
-He’s rushing back to your side as fast as he can but to his surprise the sound of the hardest slap he’d ever heard echos throughout club making even the dj stop the music.
-His ex’s cheek swells up immediately after impact, its red and swollen and she’s already crying but she tries to hammer the nail again and tackles you over the bar counter as onlookers begin to crowd around to watch the brawl.
-“(Y/n)! Are you alright?”, Kyojuro’s worried sick until he sees your small frame standing up with her arm in a hold ready to break it, your foot pinning her neck down and the other on her back to keep her from moving.
-“Oh hi honey. Sorry I might have gotten your blazer stained.”, you sigh peaceful buzzed despite just getting tackled by a 130 pound bitch.
-Kyojuro tries not to smile as he offers you a hand over the counter but the loud sirens of police cars makes you both freeze. The flame haired gentleman panics that you’re about to go to jail but sighs with relief when he sees that Sanemi is the officer to show up.
-“Domestic violence and disturbing the peace. You’ll be spending the next week in jail you dumbass!”, he cackles at the stupid woman that dared to fight you and looks over to see you nodding off against Kyojuro.
-“Got yourself a feisty one don’t you?”
-“Yup a beautifully feisty Angel.”, he chuckles carrying you home and tucking you in for the night.
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Giyuu Tomioka
-Honestly it was just a simple date with your quiet lover, while sharing some sake together in a booth he reserved just for the two of you, a group of women showed up and his scowl obviously proved that he wasn’t in the mood for them.
-“What do you want?”, he growls wrapping a protective arm around you.
-It’s new to you seeing him protective but it becomes pretty obvious why when the main woman slaps him across the face and begins to argue with him. Unbeknownst to him this isn’t your first bar fight, in seconds you text your friends that are there partying with you to come help while you stand up for yourself.
-“And who the hell are you slut?”, she growls at you puffing her stupidly huge breast out at you.
-“The better one.”, you reply calmly letting her grab you by collar and throwing you towards her friends. They each take an arm and hold you tight and you just stare at her unamused as she clenches her fist.
-“Bet you think you’re so cute just because he choose you after I left his sorry ass. I’ll show you-“
-“I’m gonna fuck you up!”, someone screams tackling the girl to the floor as you get one of your arms free and punch a girl in the nose. Your friend Mitsuri shows up to kick the other girl in the stomach and momentarily fangirls seeing you on a date with Tomioka.
-“You two make a great couple.”, she hums throwing another girl into a nearby table while your friend Erika continues to beat Giyuu’s ex.
-You all get kicked out by security but Giyuu is smiling like a dork after seeing you fight someone. He’s so proud and in love that he doesn’t know how to express it, he notices a feint scratch on your cheek and kisses it making you blush at him.
-“G-Giyuu what was that for?”
-“Sorry I may be a little drunk so I’ve gotten confident enough to kiss you, can I do it again?”, he’ll hum pulling you in by your hips.
-You giggle and kiss him back as Mitsuri and Erika toss the tied up gang of girls into a trash can.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa
-It’s his day off, he had another one the next day so he decided to take you out clubbing and drinking. Giyuu agreed to be the designated driver so you both went a little crazy until you were plastered and radiating nothing but carnal need.
-You had already bumped into his ex once during a drunken dance, you had pushed her down and honestly didn’t care since you were already seeing dizzy anyways and just giggled.
-She’s hunting you down the rest of the night finding you in the women’s bathroom with Sanemi rearranging your guts on the sink countertop.
-“Oh so you leave me high and dry and replace me with a slut that has two left pig hooves for feet?!”, she screams knocking you both out of your drunken mood.
-She hates that you’re whiny and begging for Sanemi’s attention as he’s fixing himself back into his pants to actually fight with her but your drunken brat self decides to do it for him and you throw a high heel at her almost poking out her eye.
-“Can’t you see we’re busy here stupid bitch get out!”, you growl taking off your other shoe so you can walk evenly.
-That’s when all hell goes down, you’re both fighting each other out of the bathroom and fall into the crowd making people move and scream as you both continue to roll around on the ground kicking, punching, biting, and god knows what else to each other.
-She socks you in the nose and draws blood and you repay her by knocking out a few teeth and ripping out her ugly extensions.
-Sanemi just lets it play out for a while until your dress gets ripped open and guys start staring at your lavender bra that only he was allowed to see. He throws his bratty little Princess over his shoulder slapping your thigh hard since you dare to move. As the girl struggles to get back to her feet she sees your angry little face and both of your middle fingers until Sanemi gets you out the door.
-You both pass out in the back seat of Giyuu’s car and he has to carry you both in one at a time in order to go home. You are sore, bruised, and angry the next morning but Sanemi is still busy dealing with the fact that you fought his ex with no underwear on in a short cocktail dress at a club.
-“My badass baby.”, he hums bringing you your morning coffee to help lift you mood.
summary: you question your importance to your boyfriend, Aoi Todo, when he stands you up to attend another one of Takada’s appearances. he wastes no time providing the reassurance on the spot.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough sex, oral sex, public sex
word count: 1,939
“Y/N, wasn’t Todo supposed to be here by now? Should we order for him or wait until he gets here?” Yuji questions since it was agreed that everyone would meet at the sushi place almost an hour ago. “I think Takada is doing an appearance today. You know how he is.” Even though you’re brushing it off, everyone at the table sees through the act. “Grow a spine and just leave that idiot already. He’s always standing you up and it‘s tiring to hear about it.” Maki protests, but you know her well enough to understand that she genuinely hates how grossly obsessed Todo is with a woman other than you. Having already finished your lunch, you decide that it’s fine to head out and look for your boyfriend since you can guess exactly where he is. “Well guys, I’m going to stop by the mall and see if Todo went to see Takada.” You place money on the table, enough to cover your food and extra just in case. Nobara shouts with a mouth full of food, “Be careful and next time no leaving before dessert!” Waving goodbye, you leave behind your friends and the facade that you’ve kept up to try and persuade them that you’re unbothered by Todo’s lecherous behavior.
When you arrive at the mall, there’s a fee to see Takada because you didn’t have a ticket already. Frustration sets in and you’re pissed that you’re about to pay to confirm your suspicions. In the corner of your eye, you spot Todo walking out of an enclosed area with a smile across his face. You dart off quickly towards where he’s at and follow behind him momentarily, noticing that he’s examining a Polaroid of him with Takada. Arms crossed, you step in front of him while clearing your throat and he finally lifts his head up right before bumping into you. His facial expression quickly goes from happy to confused. “Babe! You’re here! Why are you here? I thought you were having lunch with my brother and everyone else?” He must’ve forgot that he agreed to the same plans. “I’m here because you ditched me for Takada once again.” Unable to hide the passive aggressive tone, he grabs your wrist and gives you a sheepish grin before grumbling sarcastically, “Oh come on it’s not like that! You see? They offered to take our picture today! How could I miss it? I was going to meet with you right after I got out of here.” You pull your wrist back from his hold and walk off, completely uninterested in entertaining him right now.
Walking down the stairs of an emergency exit that leads out of the mall, you jump out of your skin when you hear a door above you slam open. Heavy footsteps with insane speed get louder by the second as they make their way closer to the level you’re on. You turn around to face the area they’re coming from and spot none other than Todo, who grabs your arms and pins you against the wall. “You’re not mad are you? Please it’s not that serious.” You feel unimportant to him, especially since he’s trying to minimize the situation. “I am mad and it’s serious because you always do this. It seems like you value Takada more than me, so how am I supposed to feel?” You can’t read the expression on his face that appears like he’s disappointed in you and amused at the same time, making you feel small under his gaze. You suck your teeth at him and spit with a violent tone, “Oh? So you have nothing to say. I didn’t know you were such a coward.” His laugh that follows is so loud that it echoes off the walls surrounding you two, only adding more fuel to the fire.
I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+
Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood
I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -
Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.
The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.
“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.
“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.
“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.
“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.
Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.
“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.
“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.
“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.
“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.
“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.
“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”
“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.
And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.
“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”
I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -
Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.
“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.
“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.
“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.
“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.
“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.
“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.
“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.
“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.
“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.
“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.
“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.
“Th-”
“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”
“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.
Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.
A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.
“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.
He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.
“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.
“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.
“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”
“Hey!”
“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”
There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.
“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.
“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.
His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.
“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.
“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.
Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.
“I can go all night if I have to.”
Make your man call me daddy -
Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.
He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.
Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.
“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.
“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.
Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.
“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.
“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.
“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”
“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.
“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.
Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.
“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.
“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.
“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.
“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.
“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”
“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”
You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -
It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.
You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.
Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.
You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.
As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.
“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.
“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.
“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.
Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.
“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”
“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.
“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.
“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”
“What?”
“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.
“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.
“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.
“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”
“Darling-”
“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”
“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.
“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”
“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.
“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.
Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.
“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.
(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end
Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.
I’m crazy but you like that -
Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.
But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?
He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.
So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.
Emphasis being on seen.
His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.
But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.
Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.
Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.
Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.
“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.
“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.
“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”
“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”
“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”
“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.
“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”
“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.
“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.
“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”
“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”
Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-
Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.
He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.
This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.
His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.
“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.
The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.
“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.
The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.
“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.
“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.
“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.
“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.
“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.
“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.
“I am a salaryman.”
“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”
As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.
“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.
“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”
Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.
“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.
“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.
“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”
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