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[sukunaslilgurl]

Sukuna why so hot ?????? I will have bad dreams with you

[kissunarin]

fratboy!sukuna asking for kisses and hugs

+18. mdni. fem!reader. college au. fluff, smut. based on this post.

a/n. thank u so much for 2k followers! here's a little gift, I hope y'all like it <33

he does it so often it’s muscle memory at this point.

you could be on your way out of his room for your lecture—car keys in hand, already halfway to the hallway—when his voice cuts across his room where he is seated in front of his pc. he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“give me a kiss before you go.”

not can i get.

not come here.

just like you forgot something essential. like walking out without your phone. or without kissing him…right now.

you sigh, already turning around.

he doesn’t even look up from his screen until you’re right there, tilting your face up, and then he leans in—quick, satisfied—like there, that’s better. now you can leave.

he smirks, gaze turning back to his game. “i’ll pick you up later to grab lunch.”

you roll your eyes despite the thrumming of your heart as you walk out of his room. 

you’re on the couch of his family home, legs tucked under you while you scroll on your phone, the tv playing something you’re not watching.

he drops beside you with a heavy thud, the entire cushion dipping toward him so you naturally slide into his side with one arm immediately hooking around your shoulders, dragging you into his side.

“c’mere, gorgeous,” he mutters, already pulling you against his chest. “give me a hug.”

“you’re literally already hugging me.”

“yeah,” he says, squeezing tighter anyway. “but you need to put your arms around me too.”

you giggle, hands sliding across his back as he sinks on the couch with you, going limp against you, letting out a long, grounded exhale like you’re a human weighted blanket.

you’re in the frat kitchen when he’s passing through on his way to grab a drink as you cook ramen for movie night, his movements lazy and loose-limbed. he pauses, opening the cap of his drink as he looks at you, eyes stopping on your cherry tainted lips. then holds eye contact.

“…kiss.”

you scoff, arching a brow. “that wasn’t even a sentence, ‘kuna.”

he waits, shrugging one shoulder as if to say the words are irrelevant because the outcome is inevitable because you end up leaning over the counter to peck his mouth.

“good,” he nods, the corners of his lips tugging up, like you just completed a task correctly, and keeps walking.

you watch him dumbfounded, not knowing whether you want to kiss him again or smack him across the face.

you’ve barely made it out of his room after a heated makeout session—your lips swollen, brain still foggy and very much late for your morning lecture—when he catches your wrist before you can escape.

he’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking completely unbothered by the chaos of your schedule.

“hey,” he rasps, tugging your arm just enough to throw you off balance and back toward him

“what?”

“kiss.”

he says it with a flat, monotone delivery, but his gaze drops to your mouth, heavy and dark and you know that what he is thinking is anything but flat.

“you just—”

“kiss.”

and you do it again, because apparently that’s your life now.

you barge into his room, door wide open as you hold a paper above your head, the biggest grin on your face. sukuna doesn’t even blink at the thudding of his door against the wall. 

“i did it! i passed the last interview for my internship!” you exclaimed, excitement and happiness dripping from your voice. 

sukuna is already on his feet, arms open as he kisses you briefly, nose brushing as you bounce on your toes, unable to contain your joy.

“congratulations, baby. i knew you would kill it,” he says like it was obvious, a grin on his own on his face as his hands settle on your waist. “give me a hug.”

and you hug him, tight and full of enthusiasm while you ramble his ear off about the place you will be making your internship, how it would look on your resume and so on.

he just hums, face already nuzzling your hair, pressing a tiny peck on your hairline, arms holding you tight against him. 

you’re both in his room, supposedly studying together but you are the only one actually trying to do work.

sukuna is…present. yeah. that’s about it.

you’re halfway through reading a paragraph when his foot nudges yours under the desk but you ultimately decide to ignore it. he nudges again, harder this time.

you keep reading, starting again because he distracted you from reading your notes when the chair beside you creaks as he shifts.

“…give me a hug.” his voice says that he is demanding rather than asking but you are too busy with the words in front of you to care.

you don’t look up, highlighting a sentence on your notebook. “i’m studying.”

“so am i.”

“you’re on your phone.”

“i’m studying you.”

you finally glance over, unimpressed, blinking slowly at the sight in front of you.

he’s already got one arm lifted expectantly, eyebrows raised like well?

you stare at him for three whole seconds before scooting your chair over so he can wrap himself around you from the side.

he hums satisfied, using your shoulder as a chin rest while he goes back to scrolling his phone and you just sigh, eyes going back to your notes, unconsciously leaning your head against his because you are just as needy of affection as him.

thirty seconds later—

“…kiss.”

you know there is no way back from this habit when he does it mid argument.

you’re mad. like—actually mad. so mad that sukuna actually shuts his smart mouth as he looks at you —arms crossed, pacing his room while he sits on the edge of the bed as you rant about something he definitely did.

“and another thing—”

“kiss.”

you freeze mid step, fingers twitching against your arms.

“…what?”

“kiss,” he says again, like it’s going to fix the fact that he forgot your anniversary dinner or ate the last of your snacks or whatever crime he committed this time. whatever.

“i’m literally yelling at you right now.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “and?”

“i’m mad at you, sukuna!”

he shrugs because what has that to do with him having a kiss? “…still. kiss.”

you stare at him in disbelief when he pats his thigh once, like he’s calling over a cat.

you hate that it works. you hate that you march over anyway. you hate that the second your lips touch his he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer. 

and you hate even more that when you pull back, he looks smug.

“there,” he mumbles, pecking your lips once for good measure. “you feel better.”

“i don’t.”

“…hug?”

and definitely his favorite time to ask for a kiss is this. 

his tongue is lapping at your folds, thoroughly gathering your sweet juices and spreading them along your slick pussy, suckling at your clit when he feels your thighs tremble around his head. 

he looks at you from under his eyelashes, fingers playing with your nipples as your twitch below him. he knows you are near. 

“kuna—please! i’m close.” you moan sweetly, head thrown back as you push him back to you, grinding against his face and he smirks, loving seeing you this needy. 

he complies, pressing his tongue flat and starting to messily make out with your pussy, slurping, sucking and completely smitten with every sound you make.

when you come, he cleans you up until you are practically dry, kissing your thighs.

he looms over you, bracing his weight on his forearms, trapping you between his chest and the mattress and he looks down at you with that insufferable, heavy-lidded smirk, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip, dragging a bit of your own moisture across your skin.

“give me a kiss, baby,” he rumbles, his voice dropping into that low, scratchy register that vibrates straight through your chest. “taste yourself on me.”

“you’re obsessed with telling me what to do,” you whisper, though you’re already tilting your head back, your heart doing that familiar, frantic thrum against your ribs.

“yeah,” he mutters, leaning down until his nose brushes against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “and you’re compliant. now, kiss.”

and just like always, you find yourself reaching up, pulling his head down to close the gap, tasting the salt and the sweetness of yourself on his tongue as he hums into the kiss, sounding thoroughly, smugly satisfied.

there is nothing better than this.

[mayeism]

yuji and megumi passing around your panties to jerk off in ৻ꪆ⋆˚⋆

it was downright filthy. disgusting, for yuji to steal his girlfriend's panties from her laundry and have his way with them.

even worse—he shared it with his best friend.

he had been subtle with it. whenever he would come to your dorm, he'd always snag a few pairs in the pocket of his hoodie. silliest thing was, you never suspected yuji would do something so obscene. he had the face and attitude of a puppy that always needed to be coddled.

hell, let alone megumi. he didn't even seem like the type to do anything like that.

yuji would return to megumi and his shared dorm, having stuffed several pairs of your underwear in his jacket. lace ones, lingerie, thongs, the whole gist, looking like he just robbed victoria's secret. he'd give him half of what he stole before going off and doing his own.

yuji would use your panties as a gag—partially to keep quiet, but also tasting the dried discharge in them as he pumped his dick with a tight grip. the tip, darker than the shaft, created beads of precum that dripped down into his fingers, creating a shlick-shlick-shlick that echoed in his dorm.

his grunts and groans would come vibrations with the fabric stuffed in his teeth. even so, megumi could still hear him rooms away.

he liked the thongs you had, the lace ones that were pink. you looked so good with them on, especially when you had the matching bra. these were his favorites. the way it sat perfectly in your ass got him bricked, almost hurting.

megumi, on the other hand, would stroke his dick with your panties in his grip. he liked the lace black ones, thongs didn't do much for him.

his long, pale shaft would be gripped tightly by his hands, pumping up to the tip; swell and red, precum spilling down his wrist. his moans were louder than yuji's, his way of coping with the shame of being so filthy to his best friend's girlfriend. he'd stuff his face in the pillows to cope with how loud he was.

he didn't know how he let himself get looped up in this. you were definetely attractive, that was a no-brainer. he'd never admit to yuji he had wet dreams about you sometimes, probably why he never questioned the taboo of this at all.

after about an hour or so, yuji would peek into megumi's room. he was near sleep. "you done?"

"mhm," he grumbled, throwing them across the room.

he would return it to your laundry, cum stains and all.

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S.RYOMEN: Frat party

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. fratboy!sukuna.. p in v.. frat party.. Halloween party

“Fuck yeah, that’s my girl, throw it back on me, baby, just like that,” Ryomen Sukuna, Fratboy, Captain of the football team, and quarterback spoke in your ear—groaned would be a better word, “Yeah, that’s it, you know what to do, angel.” 

It was ironic that he was calling you ‘angel’; it was a Halloween frat party. The theme was heaven or hell. You either dress up as an angel or a devil. Simple. 

Most girls went with Angel, like you and most guys went with Devil, like Sukuna. Being hit on was expected, but what you weren’t expecting was that the star quarterback of the football team wanted you. Not only did he want you, but he got you. 

And fuck was he huge. 

His chest was towering, engulfing your entire body—your back. 

Arms wrapped around your chest, large hands holding your tits like life support. 

His overly thick cock covered in your pussy juice, rammed into you again and again, each thrust shifting you further up the bed. You have your head buried in the pillows, screaming into them while the party continues downstairs. 

“Perfect little ass for a perfect little angel, yeah?” his voice dropped against your ear. He was so rough that he could break you with minimum force. 

The bed creaked under his weight. The weight of him pounding you into the mattress. Your pussy burned from the astronomical size of his dick. He was thick, veiny, and throbbing inside of you. 

“Mmmnfgg– ‘kuna!! Big–” Your words were barely audible, making him chuckle. His hand trailed down your chest, over your stomach, pressing down on the bulge in your belly. 

“Look at that, angel,” he cooed, massaging the imprint. His hand on your stomach only made you more aware of his movement inside of you. Each brutal thrust, each word he whispered had your pussy tighening—as much as it could—around the man, leaving you with a growing pit in your lower stomach. 

“I’m gonna–gonna cum!” he pulled your head back using the roots of your hair, tear and saliva-stained cheeks met him. He only smirked at the sight of his ‘masterpiece.’ 

“You’re gonna what? Didn’t hear ya,” he teased, dropping your head back down, moving to rub rough circles over your swollen clit. Thick, rough fingers making a mess of your pussy. 

His muscles and abs contracted over your back, making you arch your ass into his pelvis. 

“Good girl, do that again, rub yourself over me.” his thrusts grew more rash, more meaner. 

“Cum– wanna cum!” you repeated this time, louder, rubbing and grinding your ass over him. 

“Then cum for me,” Sukuna said, switching the position, caging your body. Arm around your neck in a headlock. 

Your pussy fluttered and tightened around him, making him groan against your body. You were confident the entire frat house could hear your moans by now. 

You jerked forward, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. He didn’t stop, not at all. Only speeding up, chasing after his own. 

“Too much! Ryomen– is too muchhh!” 

“Yeah, I know, I know– fuck-” he groaned, pulling out of you at the last second. He didn’t need to finish himself off; the sight of your back did it for him. His cock twitched multiple times, spurting cum all over your red and leaking pussy before flicking your clit. 

“Good job, little angel, you sure can hold out, huh? And here I thought you’d pass out.” 

A/N: another short ahh drabble ikkk, im working on sum i swear yall

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[thisiisjune]

This joke seemed a lot funnier when my friend made it.

I still gotta share it, I’m sorry

[okakai]

something old, something new - ft. yuuta o. x fem!reader

cw: special grade reader inplied, fluff, lowk mean reader?, sassy yuuta ml

an: this isn't exactly how his ct works but the idea came to me while i was sleepy and i thought it was cute

“babe, are you ready? we're gonna be late-” yuuta's words came to a quick halt as he stepped into your shared bedroom, jaw almost falling slack at the sight infront of him. you, still clad in a towel, holding up two outfits on racks to rika— yes, his shikigami, rika. “what are you doing.”

gojo invited you both to a social networking event for sorcerers— mostly because he didn't want to attend alone, partly because he wanted you both to interact with other sorcerers that were on par with you. the event started at 7:30 and was a thirty minute drive. to be on time, you two would need to leave at seven; it was currently 6:45 and you weren't even dressed.

“i'm asking rika for her opinion, duh.” you responded with a roll of you eyes. meanwhile, rika lifted a pale, boney finger, pointing to the outfit on the right. “oh, i was thinking this one too. she has such good taste, doesn't she?” you beamed, holding up the outfit rika chose to yuuta, who was still standing in the doorway and absorbing everything around him. he never thought he'd meet a girl that didn't feel threatened by the curse lingering around him, much less befriending it “you could've asked me, y'know. i'm your boyfriend.”

at his words, you scoffed as a snarl curled at your lips. rika let out a child-like giggle, long fingers reaching out to you, gently curling a tress of your perfectly styled hair around jagged fingers. sometimes, he thought rika liked you more than she ever did him “rika's a girl. she understands these things better than you."

“i highly doubt that,” yuuta refuted, his tone carrying a hint of sass as he placed a hand on his hip. “you do realise rika still has the mentality of an eight year old, right?” at his words, you just scoffed with a dismissive wave of your hand as rika let out a wounded noise, scurrying behind your smaller frame. yuuta's face almost contorted in shock.

“tsk, you hurt her feelings," you stated before turning to rika, giving her a gentle pat on the.. nose? with a fond smile. “don't be sad. come, i'll let you help with my eyeliner.” rika immediately perked up at that, purring contently as she preened under your touch. yuuta stood in the doorway, betrayed and appalled, but he also knew that he'd never trade this for the world.