gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
11. nerd!sukuna when he has to ask the frat bros to babysit yuji
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contains: fluff, crack, frat antics, baby yuji, some of the jjk men as frat boys, 2.3k words
note: thank you to @leoandbeholdclark for this fun idea!
The frat house is usually filled with sounds of boisterous laughter or yells for the remote, but today it sounds like a baby's coos and impending doom.
Because Yuji is here and his uncle is running super late.
When Jin dropped him off, he was skeptical at the sight of scarred-lipped Fushiguro answering the door and filling out the frame. Then the dark-haired man cracked a smile and snickered.
“Who turned Sukuna into a baby?”
The dad did not know how to react to that but luckily Nanami pushed past him with an apologetic smile and explained the situation, assuring the man that his son was in safe hands, took his number and promised frequent updates with photographic evidence. At ease, Jin left.
“Who turned Sukuna into a baby? You're so dumb sometimes, Toji,” Nanami sighs as he takes the baby carrier inside.
“Don't be mean, Ken. It was a little funny,” the other man insists, following behind and closing the door.
A few minutes later, Fushiguro, Nanami, Geto and Gojo are filed into the living room, staring at the pink-haired baby like he's an anomaly.
“He’s looking at me,” Toji whispers loudly. He's currently frozen in a lunging position, dangling a dirty rugby sock in front of eight-month-old Yuji. “Why is he looking at me like I’m a delicious snack? I’m the snack for the ladies, not for a guy who can’t even hold his own head up.”
“Actually, he has excellent head control,” Geto says, not looking up from his phone. Geto is the calm one, the secret weapon who has two younger sisters and a disturbing amount of knowledge regarding latching techniques. “And don’t use the sock. He’ll get a staph infection. Use the rubber duck Gojo bought.”
Gojo, the eccentric president, is currently wearing the rubber duck as a ring. “I named him Quackimus Prime. He’s part of the brotherhood now.”
He then turns to the baby, who is sitting on a yoga mat, looking gloriously round and content. “Yuji, my man, the vibe check is immaculate. You’re thriving.”
“We are not thriving,” Nanami interrupts, the serious, stressed-out man. He is calm but vibrating with anxiety inside, holding a bottle like it was a live grenade. “The instructions said 180ml of water to six scoops of powder. But the scoop was heaping. Does a heaping scoop count as one or 1.25? If the caloric density is off, do we stunt his growth? Will he be too short for the front row?”
From the corner of the couch, Stoner Choso blinks slowly. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes, practically a part of the furniture so no one counts him. “He’s so… dense,” he murmurs, his voice sounding like it was underwater. “He’s like a little, happy planet with his own gravity. I feel pulled in, man.”
The chaos peaks when the "stomach gurgle" happens. It is a sound that silences the room—a wet, tectonic shift from within Yuji's diaper.
“Code Brown!” Gojo yells, diving behind a beanbag. “Toji, you’re the wing, you have the fastest hands! Get in there!”
“I am a lover, not a plumber!” Toji recoils, tripping over a discarded scrum cap.
“Everyone, shut up!” Geto commands, finally standing, tying his dark hair up. He grabs a pack of wipes with the cold precision of a surgeon. “Nanami, hold the ankles. Toji, distract him with the 'I’m a Little Teapot' dance. Choso, just… keep existing. Gojo, get a fresh diaper.”
The next five minutes are a blur of frantic wipes and Nanami nearly fainting. Yuji, for his part, thinks the panicked screaming is a comedy special designed specifically for him. He lets out a loud, wet giggle, kicking a chubby leg and successfully hitting Nanami in the chin.
“He’s mocking me,” Nanami sighs, wiping a stray drop of lotion off his cheek.
Once the "biohazard" is contained, the energy shifts. Geto hands the warm bottle to Choso—the only one calm enough not to startle the baby—and the high, quiet brother gently cradles the tiny human.
The frat house falls into an uncharacteristic hush as Yuji chugs his milk, his heavy eyelids fluttering like Choso's.
By the time their teammate bursts through the door, sweating and apologizing profusely, he stops dead.
The five toughest guys on the rugby pitch are huddled on the floor. Yuji is fast asleep in a nest made of team hoodies. Toji is scrolling through "baby-safe organic purees," Nanami is asleep sitting up, and Gojo is whispering a solemn oath of initiation to the sleeping infant, holding a red baseball cap over him like it's a rosary.
“How was he?” Sukuna asks as he walks over, peering at his nephew to make sure they didn't accidentally lose the baby and kidnap another with pink hair to fool him.
Birth marks under his eyes—check. Fat bottom lip—check. Dark roots—check. The little scar on his chin from when he headbutt the counter—check. The beauty mark on his foot—check.
Sukuna sighs in relief.
“He’s the new Team Captain,” Gojo whispers back. “But we’re gonna need more ducks.”
“For you or for him?”
Puffing out his chest, Gojo preens. “For the brotherhood.”
Gojo, with money to waste, actually did get ducks, all personalized to look like the brothers.
And apparently they liked being babysitters for the day so much that they begged Sukuna to bring Yuji to practice one day.
The rugby pitch had seen blood, sweat, and tears, but it had never seen a high-end, shock-absorbent jogging stroller parked on the sidelines next to a pile of muddy cleats.
“Listen up, maggots!” Gojo shouts, snowy brows knotted and blue eyes cold, standing atop a water cooler. He is wearing his referee whistle and a baby carrier strapped to his chest, Nanami close by because he doesn't trust the fucker won't fall.
Yuji is tucked inside, wearing a tiny, custom-made jersey that reads “LIL' SCRUM” on the back.
“Practice is still on, but we have a High-Value Asset in the drop zone. If any of you kick a ball toward the stroller, you’re doing a hundred burpees. If you wake the Asset, you’re doing a five hundred.”
The team gives him incredulous looks. How exactly does he expect them to be quiet during an intense game like this where grunts and collisions and such are the norm? But none of them argue lest they're benched again like the last time they called his sunglasses stupid since it was nighttime.
Nanami is pacing the touchline with a clipboard. “The humidity is rising, Gojo. According to my weather app, the dew point is reaching 'fussy' levels. We have exactly forty-five minutes before the nap-regret sets in.”
Geto is already on the grass, expertly taping a teammate’s ankle while simultaneously checking the temperature of a backup bottle against his wrist. “He’s fine, Ken. The white noise of the grunting and hitting actually mimics the womb. It’s soothing.”
Toji, however, is struggling. He is supposed to be practicing his sprints, but a group of girls from the volleyball team had spotted the baby.
“Oh, him?” Toji says, leaning casually against the stroller and flashing his winning smile.”Yeah, he’s my nephew. Well, he’s basically my ward. I’m teaching him the fundamentals of the game. It’s about discipline, you know? And soft textures.”
“Fushiguro, get back in position!” Gojo yells because apparently the rules never apply to his loud ass. “Yuji doesn't care about your rizz. He cares about the offensive line!”
The practice is the most coordinated the team has ever been. Usually, they are a chaotic mess of missed tackles and shouting.
Today, they move like a silent Special-Ops unit. Every time a whistle blows, they look at the stroller in terror, freezing like they triggered the timer for a bomb. When the heavy-hitters collide in a scrum, they do it with a muffled ‘oomph” instead of their usual war cries.
Stoner Choso is sitting on the grass near the stroller, his job being “The Human Shield.” He is staring intensely at a blade of grass as if he sees something no one else does. With his bloodshot eyes, maybe he does.
“The wind,” Choso whispers to the baby. “It’s coming from the East, Yuji. It carries the scent of the dining hall's taco Tuesday. Stay strong, little man.”
Suddenly, the "Asset" stirs. The baby lets out a soft, experimental whimper.
The entire rugby team freezes in mid-play, sharp ears picking up the disturbance in the force. One player is suspended in the air during a line-out, and the guys holding him up don't dare move a muscle.
"Initiate Plan B!" Gojo hisses secret agent style.
Fushiguro immediately breaks off from his flirtation and starts doing high-knees while making exaggerated "vroom-vroom" noises. Nanami sprints over with a pacifier held out like a relay baton. Geto stays calm, stepping in to adjust Yuji's sun hat with the precision of a diamond cutter.
Yuji looks at the thirty sweaty, hulking men staring at him in breathless silence. He looks at Gojo's whistle. He looks at Fushiguro's ridiculous "vroom" face.
Then, he lets out a massive, toothless grin and a happy shriek that echoes across the field.
The team erupts into a silent, frantic celebration—aggressive fist-pumping and silent jumping jacks. They have survived the sideline.
“He's a natural,” Gojo wipes a theatrical tear from his eye. “Get him a contract. He's got the best morale-boosting stats in the league.”
“What did I miss?” Sukuna asks, returning from a physics practical, adjusting his gear and booping his nephew's nose who immediately grabs onto the finger.
Gojo looks at him as if he's a complete idiot for not knowing, spreading his arms wide as he scoffs. “Only history in the making, Sukuna. Get your head in the game.”
After practice, the men's locker room that's usually a sensory nightmare of mildew, Axe body spray, and testosterone is clean for once. No cleaners to credit as the frat brothers had personally decided to take accountability yesterday and give the place a well deserved scrub down. Now it smells like lemon and soap.
But when Jin, Kaori, you and a small entourage of confused sorority sisters who came to see the baby push open the heavy double doors, the silence is absolute.
It looks like a renaissance painting of a battlefield, if the soldiers had been defeated by a ten-pound infant.
Thirty hulking rugby players are scattered across the floor, draped over benches and leaning against lockers in various states of unconsciousness.
Toji is sprawled out on a massage table, still clutching a half-empty bottle of hypoallergenic lotion like a teddy bear.
Nanami is curled in a fetal position near the ice baths, his clipboard resting on his chest with a meticulously drawn "Nap Trajectory Graph" taped to it.
In the center of the room, Gojo, the president, is slumped in a folding chair. He has a pink burp cloth draped over his shoulder like a medal of honor.
And there, in the middle of a literal mountain of folded team jerseys, sits Yuji.
He is the only one awake. He looks radiant as he's chewing on Geto's expensive, new custom-molded mouthguard that he hasn't used yet and sterilized beforehand, staring at a peeling beer sticker on the ceiling with the intensity of a grandmaster.
Geto himself is facedown on the carpet next to him, one protective hand still resting on the edge of Yuji's jersey-nest.
“Oh my god,” you whisper in delight, your phone already out and recording. “Is... is everyone dead?”
“They’re not dead,” whispers Stoner Choso from a dark corner, startling you all. He is the only one whose eyes were open, though he is currently wearing a traffic cone on his head for reasons no one would ever be able to explain. “They’re just... spent. The Asset is secure. The perimeter is held.”
Sukuna, who had literally only left for five minutes to go get the pizzas they ordered, sets them down on a bench and steps over a sleeping prop-forward to scoop up his nephew. “Hey, little man. Did you break the team?”
Yuji lets out a triumphant, spit-flecked screech.
The sound acts like a physical blow.
Gojo bolts upright, his cerulean eyes bloodshot and wild like a veteran with PTSD. “DO NOT ENGAGE!” he roars, pointing a finger at Sukuna. “THE NAP IS LAVA! IF HE WAKES UP, WE HAVE TO DO THE TEAPOT DANCE AGAIN!”
“Gojo, babe, it's okay,” you giggle, stepping forward to pry the mouthguard out of Yuji's hand. “His parents are here to take him home. You guys did... well, you did something.”
“He's a warrior,” Geto mutters, stirring from the floor and squinting at the light. “He took a direct hit to the face with a foam roller and didn't even blink. I want him on the recruitment list for 2042.”
Fushiguro sits up, rubbing his eyes and immediately smoothing his hair when he sees the girls. "Oh, hey, girlie. Yeah. No big deal. We just, you know, ran some drills. Fostered some growth. I'm basically a child psychologist now,” he tells you.
“You have a diaper tab stuck to your forehead, Fushiguro,” one of the sisters pointed out.
He grins, not removing it as he stretches. “Maybe it's because I'm a changed man, Sarah.”
“It's Sora.”
“That's what I said.”
As Kaori and Jin head for the door, Yuji looks back over his dad's shoulder. He waves a chubby hand at the room full of broken, sweaty athletes.
“The King has departed,” Gojo whispers, leaning back into his chair as the door clicks shut.
“Someone call the cleaners. And for the love of god, someone get that traffic cone off Choso's head before he tries to eat it. You know how he gets when he has the munchies,” Geto orders and the groggy team gets to work.
“Eugh, he almost ate a urinal cake that one time,” Nanami says with a disgusted shudder that is contagious as the others catch it like a chain reaction or dominos.
“It looked like jelly,” Choso sighs wistfully.
“Yeah, but it wasn't,” Fushiguro snorts.
And suddenly, they all miss the little boy, already looking forward to the next time they get to hang out with him again.
synopsis: you’re facing your weaknesses and it’s time to accept that fact that you suck at chemistry! swallowing your pride, you agree to being tutored by your table-mate who seems to yawn through each lecture. will your temporary arrangement be the catalyst for a deeper relationship? ;)
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When you think about it really, it started in your Chem 100 class your freshman year.
Feeling brave, you decided to attack your science credit in advance.. seemingly under the impression that you were ready to tackle the subject again!
Moles! and ionic bonds!.. or something.. right?
Reality came crashing down when you realized your previously non existent study habits hadn’t improved at all since graduation.. and it was proving to not pass by in college.
Looking at the first test score of the year you felt a heavy weight build in your chest. Blinking back the hot tears that blurred your vision, your head bent in defeat as you tried to focus on not crying.
In the corner of your eye you could see the bright green circle on your neighbors screen which implied that they had passed with flying colors.
You definitely felt even better now, letting out a shaky breath as you swallowed down the hot tears you felt swimming in your throat, discreetly attempting to lower the brightness of your screen.
Your attention was still on the guy next to you. You hadn’t really tried looking at him before, being a reserved person yourself, and feeling a little anxious as you scrambled to find a seat in the increasingly filling lecture hall at the start of class.
Now he fiddled on his phone as the professor began reviewing some of the most missed questions.
His fingers, decorated with tattoos that were intentional and with a sense of delicacy, scrolled mindlessly on instagram reels.
Your glaze flickered up, subconsciously curious about the instagram reel scrolling, chem sweat who didn’t seem to need to be in this lecture hall at all.
Oblivious was not the word to describe him, considering your brief glance had caught his attention, eyes flickering to yours blankly.
It lasted only a second because you were quickly darting your gaze away with a soft embarrassed frown.
Unbothered, he shifted his attention back to his phone briefly, before pocketing it and settling back in his chair. In true guy fashion, he stretched out his long legs under the table as he began to shift his attention to the rambling professor.
You wanted to say something to break the ice. Ask about the test.. without being a nuisance or giving the impression that you weren’t the brightest.
The feeling played with your nerves as you cursed at yourself internally for being too timid to talk to him.
You debated with yourself the whole class, trying to build the courage to say something, knowing you’d regret it if you didn’t.
As the lectured ended and students began to leave, you realized that it was now or never.
~
“Are.. you some kind of science or math major?”
It was soft, and you hated how babyish it sounded in your head.
He was already standing up, halfway out of his seat with his plain black backpack slung over one shoulder.
His expression blank, as his dark eyes glanced up to meet yours. Their blankness invoked a feeling of intensity. Maybe from the way you couldn’t tell if this guy was an asshole or not.
“Why?” he replied blankly, looking at you as if you were slightly inconveniencing him.
He’s definitely an asshole.
“Oh.” you softly said, feeling your heartbeat stutter, embarrassment spreading across your chest, feeling like an idiot for even speaking to him.
“You just.. seem like you really know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, I’m a chem major.”
A bit surprised from his laxed response which paradoxed his initial expression, your gaze flickered back to his. A small surge of confidence began coursing through your veins.
“Oh really? Well, this intro class must be pretty easy for you then.” You laughed nervously.
…
“Why? You need help or something?” He teased flatly after a few beats of silence.
You blinked a bit thrown off.
“Oh, uhhh yeahh... maybe?”
Was this an offer?
“$20 an hour.”
“What?? dude, that’s lowkey a lot.” you frowned
He shrugged.
“You want my help or not?”
“Uh, sorry.. but I’m gonna have to decline.” You trailed off a little clippingly.
He watched you for a second, curiously.
“First session’s free.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Your services come with a free trial?” You teased.
“Yeah for you.”
‘Oh he’s definitely a whore.’ You concluded.
You agreed nonetheless.
next chapter
no one is probably going to read this but I’ve never written anything before and I just wanted to try it out heh… sorry if it’s a little confusing :/// i tend to ramble and have weird punctuation. 💔
Nerd Sukuna who hates everyone cant understand why a girl like you would be into him.
Sukuna had never been in love before, he’d never had a girlfriend, or even a situationship let alone had sex. He’d barely ever had a crush before, always too busy studying for the next big test or reading, playing video games, or building legos, and his all around dislike for others didn’t help. He wasnt ugly at all and girls would occasionally approach him, but he was never interested. He didn’t have very many friends either because he refused to socialize, and most people thought him intimidating with his tall height, broad frame, and dark tattoos.
So when you sat next to him in Gothic Literature and actually spoke to him he was beyond shocked. You were all simple tops, colour coordinated notes, and sanrio keychains, so why the fuck were you not only sitting with him, but also discussing how absurdism and dadaism are directly related?
“What?” Sukuna said, looking at you eyes wide.
“I said I thought you’d like dadaism if you’re enjoying Camus,” You said, pointing to Sukuna’s copy of ‘The Plague’ on his little desk table beside his laptop. Sukuna had just briefly grabbed the book out of his bag to find his laptop charger, no one was meant to see the abused copy he read between classes.
“Oh…dad…?dadaism?” He repeated to you, a small blush creeping up his neck. Why was such a pretty girl like you talking to him right now? He just saw Frat president Satoru Gojo trying to chat you up in the hallway before you walked into the class, and you’d swiftly shrugged him off, so why the fuck were you talking to Sukana of all people?
“mmhm,” You interrupted Sukuna’s thoughts, your voice a little shy now, “Like how neo-gothic art relates to gothic literature,” You said, subtly pointing at your professors slides, “Absurdism and dadaism go hand-in-hand”
He stared at you for a moment without saying anything, and you shyly turned away from him, focusing on your ipad in front of you, regretting having said anything at all to him. Why would someone like him know about something like dadaism, you felt stupid for even considering it. He was probably some frat guy with daddy’s money taking this class because he thought it would be an easy grade, not because he actually gave a fuck about literature. That busted copy of The Plague was probably some performative gimmick to appeal to more women. You sank into your seat a little, not knowing whether to be embarrassed or pissed off.
“Uh-sort of like how impressionism and stream of consciousness are similar?” He asked quietly.
You turned to look at him, shock on your face turning into a small smile, “Yea, exactly”
That was the beginning. You religiously sat together in that class and slowly Sukuna opened up to you. He still didn’t understand why you were so insistent on befriending him. He caught multiple men trying to grab your attention almost everyday, but you ignored each one. A foolish voice in his mind told him your pretty smiles and spirals about the absurdism of the human existence were moments reserved only for him, but he shut the thought out the second it entered his mind. You were a beautiful and smart girl, there’s no way you’d settle for someone like him, a lonely recluse with only his mind and books to keep him company.
But day by day, your actions towards him let his mind wander- wander away from his schoolwork, his books, his video games, and the rare time he spent with his few friends, and wander towards you. When with his friends he never mentioned you, he wanted to keep you all to himself even in thought. Each morning you were his first thought and every night you were his last. He didn't know what these feelings were and your insistence on being a constant presence in his life, your casual flirtations, and mystifying mind left him lost.
He didn't realize how down bad he was until he found himself stroking his cock one night, unable to cum. He'd been at for hours, stroking, and edging that lead to nothing, his dick harder than it'd ever been and no release in sight. He thought about just giving up and going to bed when he felt his phone buzz somewhere on the bed. He let out a frustrated groan and reached for it with his free hand, his cock still sitting hard and flushed in his other.
His frustration and annoyance quickly switched to solace when he saw your name pop up on his screen.
'Cafe hopping and book shopping tomorrow?'
He read your text and his eyes instinctively moved to the picture you'd picked out yourself as the contact. Your face pressed up against his, sticking your tongue out as he glared at someone across from you. Sukuna remembered that day clearly, and he remembered how some dimwit was staring at how your tits pressed together in your tank top when you were snapping the selfie on Sukuna’s phone with both your hands.
Sukuna's forgotten cock twitched suddenly, and as if it had a mind of its own his hand slowly started stroking up and down. He swears he didn't consciously do it, but with his eyes locked on your pretty eyes, your cute tongue sticking out of your perfect mouth, your faced pressed up right next to his, and that sinful tank top that really did make your tits look amazing, he felt his hand pumping faster and faster. He bucked his hips into his fist, his eyes squeezed shut, your pretty face and perfect body the only thing on his mind. He gasped and whimpered, he fucking whimpered as he imagined your hand on his cock instead of his own. He imagined how you’d tease him and smile that beautiful smile before licking his tip, he imagined how pretty you’d look taking him in your mouth, and he’d imagine how you’d make him read something by one of the Brontë sisters afterwards because of course you wouldn’t just suck some loser dick unless he was versed in feminist literature. The thought of you dominating him made his eyes roll to the back of his read and finally after hours it was what finally broke him. As he came and his cum spurted out in white ropes over his abs and down his fist, some getting on his phone where your text conversation was still open, he realized he wasn't much better than any other perv that looked at you. The only difference between him and them was that you wanted Sukuna around for some reason.
Shame overcame him suddenly, he felt horrible after that, feeling like he had violated something sacred by jerking off to you. He couldn’t even look at your picture without guilt overtaking him and bile rising in his throat.
So he became hell bent on avoiding you. His cold persona usually reserved for others was now applied to you too. He ignored your texts, walked past you in the halls, stopped waiting for you after class, and worse of all-he picked a different seat in Gothic Literature.
You on the other hand had no clue what was going on, confused beyond belief, and incredibly hurt. Had you said something? Done something? Of course it was too good to be true that a guy who hated everyone else just somehow tolerated you.
Horrible thoughts spiralled in your head as you tried to find out why Sukuna was suddenly avoiding you. You’d rejected and avoided every man that wasn’t him ever since you laid eyes on him the first day of class. And now, to have him avoiding you all of a sudden, it felt like your heart was going to burst in your chest and kiss you slowly. You didn’t even get to tell him how you felt, it was all too incomplete for you.
You sat with your sorrow for about 4 days until you couldn’t take it anymore. Something inside you broke when you locked eyes with the Hello Kitty plush on your bookshelf he’d won for you at an arcade. You grabbed your keys and threw your car in drive.
You rushed into the apartment lobby, crashing into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. All around the elevator your reflection started back at you-your expression murderous, your eyes dark with circles due to the past sleepless nights all because of stupid, Sukuna who sucked at communicating.
You walked out of the elevator and angrily rapped on Sukuna’s door. After a few seconds of shuffling on the other side and the lock clicking you were met with Sukuna’s shocked expression and red, puffy eyes.
Had he been crying? Whatever, it didn’t matter. You were here to confront him, to ask him why he suddenly wanted to act like you didn’t exist.
“Wh-what are you doing here,” He asked quietly, his voice hoarse.
“I came to talk to you “ Your voice was surprisingly calm, “Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something? Say something?” You asked.
He looked at you for a moment with his teary eyes and then looked down, “You didn’t do anything,” He said, placing a hand on the doorknob to balance himself.
“Then what the fuck is your problem?” You say, voice rising as you step into his apartment, “You were perfectly fine one day and then suddenly you stop responding to my texts, you don’t wanna go out anymore, and don’t even sit beside me in class anymore?”
“It’s nothing, ju-just don’t worry about it, go home,” He said, a little firmer now.
“Go home?” You asked, beyond offended, “I’m not just gonna go home. You don’t get to push me away Sukuna, you’re gonna stand here and listen to what I have to say. I’ve avoided every man that has approached me this semester all because I wanted you and you just wanna cut me off without explanation?”
Sukuna looked at you, confusion and some other emotion you couldnt quite pin on his face, “Why would you avoid other men for me?” He asked quietly, afraid of your answer, hoping in his heart you’d say what he thought you meant, but another part of him refusing to believe it could ever be true.
“Because I want you! How dense can you be? For someone so good with physics and literature you’re horrible with feelings! It’s because I like you, it’s because I want you, it’s because you mean a lot to me, and” You didn’t realize how loud your voice had gotten, you spoke softer now, realizing you’d just exposed yourself, “and because I hoped you felt the same too,” You turned your face away from him, not wanting to see his reaction. Your face burned with embarrassment, you hadn’t planned on telling him, but your heart felt slightly lighter, a weight eased off a little.
Sukuna stood in front of you breathless, clenching his jaw hard enough to make a few veins pop out on his face. “Wh-why,” He whispered.
“It’s nothing, just forget I said anything,” You said, hiding the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“Wait,” Sukuna quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you too him. You two stood toe to toe, staring into each others eyes.
He swallowed and opened his mouth, “I feel the same,”
You looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You were completely expecting a rejection from him, but… he feels the same way. Oh he feels the same way!
“I’m sorry I was av-“ You didn’t let him finish. You grabbed the neckline of his hoodie and gripped the nape of his neck and pulled his lips to yours.
Sukana let out a surprised breath against your mouth before melting into your kiss. You pulled his body flush to yours as your lips guided his through their passionate waltz.
His hands finally moved to your waist, just his fingertips gently touching you, afraid you’d vanish out of his grasp if he made one wrong move.
The memory of him jerking off to you suddenly filled his brain, making him pull back from the kiss quickly.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, rubbing a hand up and down his bicep.
“Um it’s nothing,” He blushed, looking away, “I just don’t know-I don’t know how to kiss.” Wow…was that the only excuse he could come up with? Sukuna didn’t know how to kiss, it wasn’t a lie, but it sure was kind of embarrassing to admit, especially to you right now.
You smiled, “Cmon, I’ll show you,” You said, pushing him towards his coach.
Oh was Sukuna in for an eventful evening.
Anyone who dares challenge the Nerd!Sukuna agenda is getting excommunicated.
We all need a sexy nerd who hates everyone except us. Manifesting for us all dw!
I hope this is good, I feel iffy about it, but I always feel iffy about everything i do ngl, how do I fix this.
Dadaism is so funny to me cause like why did you give this political art movement such a funny little name-it’s fitting I guess.
I’ll add smut to the next one dw, I didn’t wanna make this one too long.
The artist for the second picture is @ Aliyartss on instagram! I’m not sure who the artist for the first pic is pls don’t crucify me.
diligent nerd sukuna who is the most strict, grumpy, arrogant nerd you have ever met.
diligent nerd sukuna who feels the need to intervene when you sit next to him near the front of the lecture hall on the first day of class. with all the typos and mistakes you're making on your notes, he thinks it's either a fluke or a miracle that you even got into this advanced course.
diligent nerd sukuna who corrects your misunderstandings about the lecture and material as you write the information down, insulting you after the lecture for bringing a laptop for taking notes when you clearly should've brought a notebook. writing notes by hand is better for remembering the material in the long run, don't you know something so basic? idiot.
diligent nerd sukuna who nearly snaps his pencil in half when you shrug and tell him you never really take notes for most of your courses. when you tell him you never study for the exams, he really does break his pencil then.
diligent nerd sukuna who is personally offended by your unreasonably relaxed attitude and utter disregard for your academic career. he drags you to the campus library, demanding for you to sit down and learn to study. you shrug and go along with him, a coy smile teasing the edges of your lips as sukuna unknowingly makes you skip class.
diligent nerd sukuna who sits next to you and hands you a spare notebook he carries in his backpack because of course he carries an extra notebook with him, do you take him to be an idiot like you?
diligent nerd sukuna who lectures you for three hours (with 15 minute breaks in between because obviously breaks are important for absorbing the material properly) on proper studying methods and note-taking. you sit there, smiling and nodding blankly, admiring his handsome face and the muscles bulging underneath his drab clothes, wondering what his body looks like underneath.
diligent nerd sukuna who takes everything way too seriously. he'll scoff whenever you try to show him any memes or videos during the breaks, judging you for wasting your time on stupid content instead of relaxing in a more productive and useful manner, telling you to join him in stretching and taking a walk instead.
diligent nerd sukuna who doesn't understand what you find so funny about his dress sense. yes, he wears glasses, sweater vests, white button-up shirts tucked neatly into his crisp khaki pants, and sensible shoes. what do you mean it doesn't suit his personality? what do you mean his tattoos don't match the vibe of his outfit? are you trying to piss him off?
diligent nerd sukuna who gets pissed off when you tell him your grades are decent enough, so you don't see the point in studying or trying hard. you'll get your degree either way, it's not like it matters. but he scoffs, telling you that it's important to understand the material properly because if you don't, your incompetency will negatively impact everyone you interact with at your place of work once you graduate. he holds his chin high, looking down on you as he says that you shouldn't settle for less if you want the best possible outcome for yourself and for the world around you.
diligent nerd sukuna who really can't understand why the hell you stared at him for a moment before laughing and calling him cute. you really must be stupid to respond like that.
diligent nerd sukuna who patiently explains every question or concept you don't understand, despite having a grouchy demeanor about him. when he leans in close to you to look at what you've written, you can feel his body heat radiating from him, hot and inviting, the faint smell of his fresh, minty breath making you wonder what it would taste like to kiss him. the three hours pass by quickly with a tutor like him.
diligent nerd sukuna who gets the funniest, goofiest look of shock on his face for about a millisecond when you tell him you missed a class because of his spontaneous study session with you.
diligent nerd sukuna who is immediately angry that you didn't say anything about the class you were supposed to attend. he's even more livid when you shrug and say he was more interesting than your class. you still should've attended instead of skipping!
diligent nerd sukuna who looks like he wants to throttle you when you giggle cutely at his reaction, a weird feeling fluttering around in his stomach at the twinkle in your eyes. you jot down your number in his spare notebook, winking at him as you tell him to hit you up sometime for another study session.
diligent nerd sukuna who watches you leave, annoyed that you left the notebook behind. what was the point of taking all those notes if you weren't going to keep them for reviewing later? wasn't it obvious he was going to let you keep the damn thing?
diligent nerd sukuna who decides to never text or call you because you're a carefree slacker, a simpleton who flows through life all easy breezy. the complete opposite of him. he should only be surrounding himself with like-minded people who value success above all else.
diligent nerd sukuna who caves in less than twenty-four hours, telling himself he's just messaging you because it's good for him to explain the concepts to someone else to reinforce his own understanding. he's only doing this for his own benefit. it's definitely not because he can't stop thinking about your smile or laugh or the way you look at him like you want more. definitely not because of that.
diligent nerd sukuna who glares at you when you two meet again and you tease him for contacting you so soon, singsonging that he definitely likes you. he adamantly denies it, insisting that this is the last time he'll be studying with the likes of you. no, he isn't pouting. why would you even suggest that? stop laughing and let's get to work already!
synopsis - you’ve been dragged to house party you didn’t intend on gong to by your friends. all of which promptly left you stranded in the sea of sweaty collage students…yuck. it’s not enough to make you leave but enough to make you have time for for a certain pair of roommates.
CW - smut, jjk collage au, oral sex, blowjobs, pussy eating, multiple orgasm’s, degradation, need sukuna (kinda), virgin shaming, begging, light slapping, IMPLIED past relations (reader not included) 4.9k words
This night played out like a bad joke.
But it’s not like you had any choice. For the past week it’s been constant begging for you to show up to this stupid house party; tried to tell your friends you had an important assignment to hand in soon, but they weren't taking no for an answer. Whatever, you weren’t all that serious about this class anyway.
However, as it stands you also haven’t been that serious about this party so far. What would have been the thrash of music had sofened to a soft thrum of baseline in your dissociated state. Half empty red cup clutched in hand as people watching and the floor seemed to become more interesting than any dance floor of half assed movie stuck on. You weren’t good in situations like these, you never have been and you were one heel turn from leaving. It's not worth the hangover anyways.
But before you could make that move. The sea of ankles and trainers you were staring at before had been replaced by the face of someone leaning down sideways to get a better look at you; the look on his face amused, questioning if you were still ‘in the room’ with them. The man was then tugged back upright by a hand, causing his pale blue hair to move from his face; revealing even paler skin and…stitches. Oh, right, you’ve seen this guy before.
mahito, a second year anthropology major, and friend of…you look up to the wall of muscle behind mahito; sukuna.
“Did you seriously drag me here to gawk at people? Say something y’creep.” Sukuna spoke to the smaller man, who then proceeded scoff as he whipped his head back round.
”not as creepy as staring across the room at random girls…” mahito grumbled through a gritted smile, brows furrowed in a taunt. Sukuna just brushed him off with a grunt, abruptly snapping his fingers in your face.
“Hey. you even listening? not black out drunk already hm?” His voice started gruff but amused notes surfaced the more he spoke. You blinked, eyes flicking to the large man looming over you.
”yeah n-no m’fine.” You cringed at yourself, not meaning to sound so timid. Though it was undeniable that his breath on your forehead was enough to make your insides twitch. You tried to push the feeling down, these guys were both bad news. Too busy instigating one another to go further and be more of assholes to form any meaningful connection with other people. You watched as they shared a glance, eyebrows quirked as if sharing a joke you weren’t a part of.
Mahito was the first to speak up out of the pair of them.
“Dont worry, we'll save you from looking like a stale board. Come sit with us, m’kay?” He drawled in a faux innocent tone, hand slowly walking up your arm. You shivered. Looking between the two of them.
”unless you got someone else waiting for you down there” sukuna taunted, gesturing to the spot on the floor you had been staring at. You shook your head.
“No not any more really” which was true, last time you saw anyone in your group had to be over thirty minutes ago and that was just because they wanted you to grab a drink for them. You really needed new friends.
Sukunas smile spread further across his face, head dipping to the side as he spoke once more.
”so you’ve just been standing here on your own? poor you, how pathetic” you opened your mouth to respond but before you could mahito hand shifted from the top of your arm to around your shoulder.
“C’mon guys we’re gonna lose our spot” he ushered, stifling a laugh at sukunas words. You bit your tongue and sighed. Fine. What other fun were you gonna have tonight and anyways, you couldn’t lie and say the attention didn't feel good.
The three of you began to walk through the dense crowd of college students, pushing shoulder to shoulder with one another. Sukuna’s scarlet eyes flicked towards mahito.
”I'm impressed, did you learn that line from a magazine or something?” He quipped, referring to how mahito so outwardly invited her over. his tone really did sound impressed, if it weren’t for the obvious sarcasm dripping of his sharp gaze. Mahito just rolled his eyes and waved off the pink haired man.
”mad because you didn’t think of it yourself.”
Sukuna didn't respond, his eyes flicking over the sea of people with a twinge of disgust as he rolled his shoulders with a hum.
”why do you let these people in our house?” Sukuna questioned gruffly.
”same reason i let you in the house” mahito responded casually before flopping down onto the couch with a huff.
“I have no self respect”
sukuna clicked his tongue, shoving his friend over to make room on the couch.
Within seconds they had tugged you in between them with not much space to spare. Sukuna slouched forward, hand resting on his cheek as he spoke.
“So who are you actually? Your in my politics class right?” You nodded, folded hands fidgeting in your lap. You had seen sukuna before obviously, but typically he sat a ways away from you tired eyes focused on notes that honestly put yours to shame. The disappointment was palpable on your face. You were so failing that.
“I saw your grade on the last test; i can help you out sometime, since you so obviously need it” a statement that earned a “real subtle” from his friend. you sigh, relaxing a little bit as you leaned back.
“C’mon im bad but m’ not that bad” Sukuna’s brow raised, clearly unconvinced but choosing to let it go for now.
“Sure, suuure. Well at least your not taking some joke-class like anthropology” sukuna leaned further forward to spike a glance at the blue haired man to right who promptly rolled his eyes at sukunas remark.
“Political psychology wouldn’t exist without anthropology, if you knew anything.” Mahito lent over you a little to speak to sukuna over the music, absentmindedly tugging on your shirt. He moved back with a small sigh, his hands more purposeful now, rubbing small circles through your clothes. The three of you continued talking at it was…nice, nicer than what you were doing twentie minutes ago, and nicer than what’re lonely bulshit you were gonna do had you left. Though a certain thickness began to fill the air beyond the heaviness of alcohol on your senses. You chest tightening every time you caught one of them staring a little longer than they should. Expressions that never fully fit the words falling from their lips, like their both individually hiding something. A longing, hunger even. It unnerved you, excited you in ways you honest;y hadn’t felt in months. You needed some air to compose yourself
Your legs moved before you could make a better decision.
“M’gonna uh…go get a jumper. Its getting cold in here.” You fumbled lamely before submerging yourself into the crowd once more. You knew it was a lie, they knew it was a lie. Sharing confused looks as you left, silently blaming each other. “I'm getting a drink, be back” mahito murmured, also walking off.
you slipped into a vacant room. dim, carpeted floors, the faint scent of old paper, and upon further inspection, a bedroom. You thought about leaving, this surely wasn’t the most curtious place to be in at a party, espessially uninvited. But the sounds of life from outside were muffled enough to calm your nerves. With closed eyes you felt your chest untighten, and soon you’d be ready to face them again. Though your peace was short lived. Eyes creaking open only to be met with your shadow as light from the outside poured in. Ffffuck. Your head wretched back slowly, a caught, guilty look on your face.
“Mahito? It’s not…w-what are you doing here.”
Mahito was stood at the door, hand clasped round the door frame as he peaked inside with an unreadable expression that evolved into a smug smile at your dumb question..
”y/nnn, what are you talking about?” He drawled, gesturing around the room with one lazy flick of his wrist. “This is my room, or did you not know that, hm? You creep.” He taunted, taking a pace towards you.
“That why you ran away? To go sift through my stuff, I didn't take you for the type” you tried to speak, to defend yourself, to do anything that wasn’t just standing there gawking like an idiot. But your body failed you.
“Y’know all you had to do was ask.” His words punctuated by the casual shutting of the door as he kicked it. Proceeding to close the remaining distance between the two bodies. You swallowed.
“M’not doing anything creepy, i-i swear, ill leave if you want me to” You pleaded, embarrassment reaching the tips of your ears as his amusement only brims. Mahito scoffed brushing off the notion.
“Leaving, right now? I'm not that bad am I? Thought i was being nice…” he spoke in faux petulance, though there was some hints of genuine worry in his tone. So close you could feel his breath fanning on your face. You knew what he meant, what he wanted. Hands met your hips, gentle, cautious, asking. Your hand curled around his shoulder despite the hesitation.
”please” an unfamiliar desperation permeated Mahito's voice. “I'll be good…promise” a less confident smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward. His voice, his entire essence suddenly unstable and wanting.
You were ready.
your lips crashed into his as a leap of faith. He stilled for a moment hands sigh tensing on your hip before leaning into the kiss with a small sigh. Mahito was less unconfident once he got what he wanted, kissing you feaverishly as if he’d been waiting for it all night. Only breaking the kiss once he really needed air.you hair still in his hand as the kiss finally separated.
“There you go, now lets try that again” his lips quivered through soft panting. eyes drifting off to the side mischievously as other ideas passed his mind.
His lips met yours once more, hungrier than last time like he thought than soon enough you’d run away, again. This time teasingly biting your lip, asking and wanting more still. One more pace forward was enough to have your back thud against the wall and the gasp you made was all the consent mahito needed to slip his tongue into your mouth, an advancement you didn't exactly fight that much. You parted once more, getting a better look at the flush crossing his pale face in the dark.
Within minutes mahito had shed his shirt, his bare back against the rough carpet, it was uncomfortable but he didn't care, mahito didn't care about anything other than the feeling of your mouth on his. He’d been thinking of this all night more than what he’d ever admit to the likes of sukuna. Mahito had tried pulling away but your hand in his hair was stopping him. He groaned into the kiss at the present pressure on his scalp, speaking between sloppy ameture kisses. “F-fuck y/n” he panted, going in once more, continuing again, you feel him smile against the kiss. “Your good at this y’know” mahito breathed, looking up at you with lidded eyes. Another kiss a lewd thread of spit connecting your mouths as he murmured against your lips “so good t’me” mahito spoke gratefully. Before you could lean back down, light had flooded the room once more.
”you two look cozy, how precious”
sukunas gravely voice carried across the room and you swear you can feel mahito sigh underneath you. Sukunas stiletto makes his face unreadable as he leans against the door frame. That same feeling of guilt creeps up your neck once more. You really should have done something about that door before tonguing each other down like that. Ah well. Too late now huh?
you swallowed hard as the taste of mahito still lingers on your tongue sitting up just a little now as you straddle mahito’s clothed hips. The door is kicked shut once more before sukuna closes the distance between the three of you. A cocky grin on his face as he looms over you and mahito. crimson eyes meet yours, then his friends.
”cocky brat” unable to keep the smile off of his lips as he taunts.
“Jealous you didn't think of it first…again” mahito responded, a similar smile in his tone. Sukuna's gaze dragged up to you, hardening a bit. He expected this kind of stuff from mahito, that greedy bastard was bound for something like this. But you? The quiet nobody from his politics course, yet to have answered a question; he’d be lying if not caught offside.
”i didnt take you for such a slut, y/n” sukuna cocked his head to the side, his tone a condescending expectancy. Waiting, he runs a hand through your hair, using it to tilt you head up to meet his.
”m’not a, you’ve j-just…” you stumble before sighing in defeat. “M’sorry” you admit, and he laughs. He actually laughs in your face.
“Oh really, you're sorry, yeah?” Sukuna proceeded to also peel his shirt off, discarding it in some corner of mahito’s room.
“Prove it” before you could question, sukuna wretched a hand into your hair. Pulling your face level with his navel. This also moved you to sit straight up and straddle mahitos neck instead.
”how about you prove to me how much of sorry little whore you are. Then I’ll consider forgiving you.” Your breath hitches as you consider his offer, eyes flicking between his eyes and the belt in front of you. Its not like there was any other rel way out of this situation. You were in over your head, but maybe that’s better than bored and alone.
with one final, cautious flick of your gaze, you reach out and undo his belt. The leather making a distinct sound as you slip it from around sukunas waist.
mahito on the other had just rolls his eyes, what a waste, but he’d be lying if he couldn’t make the most out of this. Not with the opportunity that’s sukuna had so graciously presented to him.
it only took a few seconds for you to finally free Sukuna's aching cock. Watching as it sprung out and nearly slapped you in the face. You swallowed, already feeling tomorrows jaw pain at the sight. Sukuna’s laughter rang out once more at your fixated expression.
’See something interesting? God you’d think that soothing else was in the room.” He rubs the tip on your cheek and you feel the sticky heat of his pre make a thin layer on the skin
“Or that empty head of yours” sukuna snickered cruely, his sentence punctuated by the soft slap of his cock now on your lips, preening for entry. You shuddered once more at the size of it, and even more so at the cool feeling of metal that accompanied it. Was that a piercing???
sukuna let out a pleased hum as you took the first inch of him in your mouth, running a calloused hand through your hair as he pushed you further. Just as you were getting used to the sensation, hands softer than sukunas gripped your thighs. You couldn’t see what mahito was doing, but it became clear after feeling a soft kiss against the thin damp fabric of your panties. If it weren’t for the length being pushed down your throat you would have scoffed. That bastard just ripped your tights without a word of apology.
mahito tugged you down further onto himself, breathing in as he nosed your clothed cunt. The sensation causing you to involuntarily arch a bit, pushing further into the both of them.
“You’re eager” sukuna commented, lolling his head to the side as he looked past you. you could feel mahito’s lips twitch at his words.
”you’re just distracted” he responded, more focused on licking a stripe up your panties than talking to his friend. Sukunas cock hit the back of your throat as he pushed you down further, as if he was trying to prove hes not distracted. You squirm against the uncomfortable stretch, laying a hand on sukunas broad thigh for support.
”poor thing” sukuna growled “im sure you can take it; not much else up here anyway, yeah?” His voice rough as he tugged softly on your hair, motioning for you to start moving, which you did, thankful for the slight reprieve.
“There, such a good mutt” a low chuckle under his breath as he began thrusting into your mouth at a near steady pace, leaving you little headspace to focus on anything that wasn’t his cock. Or at least that was until you felt your panties being pulled to the side, pussy now bared to the mild air of the room. The feeling of mahito’s tongue swirling against your bare clit after so much teasing was enough to make you pull back from sukuna. Focusing more on the involuntary jolt of your hits towards mahito underneath you. You felt him smile against your twitching heat, like he’d won something as he ate you like a man who’d been starved.
The displeased look on sukunas face when you peered up at him was enough to make you take him in your moth once more. He grabbed your hair again this time instead of thrusting, using solely you to move for him on his cock. Not as fast this time, but every stroke went right to the hilt, hitting the back of your throat over and over.
”-god- s’cha tight fuckn slut” he breathed out, head thrown back as you took him further.
The strong movements of sukuna using your head as a fleashlight was causing you to jostle more; bipartisanly making you grind back and forth onto mahitos tongue. which was currently dipping in and out of your dripping hole in time with sukuna fucking your face in a humiliatingly pleasurable rhythm. You settled into it so much that your eyes became lidded and unfocused. That was until a flurry of soft slaps hit your cheeks, the callous hand undoubtedly sukunas.
”eyes up, woman. You should be more focused when pleasing your betters” the tall man spoke through gritted teeth, clearly reaching his limit. You stare up at him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, earring a satisfied grunt from him as he speeds up his pace once more, chasing release.
The dizzying pleasure between your legs subsides abruptly as mahito removes his mouth from your pussy, you buck your hips, searching for the friction you’ve just lost as an unsatisfied whine escapes your lips; muffled abasing sukunas cock.
“So cruel” mahito chides, his tone false pitying. “No wonder girls dont stick arou-“ before mahito could finish his taunt sukuna pushed you back down onto his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Another groan left your lips at the returned stimulation.
”quiet.” Sukuna spat. “i didnt ask you to get mouthy, beyond what your currently doing” a taunt slipping into the larger mans tone. His sour expression softened back into a slightly amused face hearing the muffled end of mahito’s sentence. Though none of that stopped the pace he was going at, drool moving down your chin as you tried to remain slack jawed in your circumstances. Sukuna hissed as he reached his peak “so fuckin’ petty like this” he groans, pulling your face down to the hilt,
“g’nna fucking cum down that pretty throat” grinding the thick head of his cock against the back of your throat. Holding you there.
“-fuck- hold still” Your hand tightening on his thigh as thick hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. Your thoughts rendered background noise at the salty taste of him. Though still, you could barely keep up with what was being said. Too focused on chasing your own release to care. Your free hand moves to thread into mahitos soft locks, pulling him deeper into you.
sukuna pried your hand off of him, running one last hand through your hair before stepping back. Tucking hips half hard cock back in his pants. Watching as you wiped the drool from off your chin.
“I think you can do a little more before I forgive you, yeah?”
You dont answer, you can’t answer; mouth hung open dumbly, too lost in the sensation of mahito’s mouth on your swollen clit to form words. He keeps bringing you close to the edge over and over before abruptly stopping.
You feel as the pale man’s hands grow slighter on your thighs in a way you know would be bruised the next day. tears pricked at your eyes once more, the desire to cum was maddening. mahito drawled your name, as if telling off a particularly slow child.
“Stop squirming, or ill just keep going” he spoke in a way that was too casual for the situation they were currently in. You tried to hold still, you really did, but the twitching in your hips was uncontrollable by now, overcome with your aching need. Mahito smirked, wider this time, more than willing to let this game drag out and watch you struggle for longer.
“Play nice” sukunas baritone voice cut though the obcine wet sounds that had permeated the room beforehand. Kicking his friend on the shoulder to hurry the other man up.
“your not done yet y’know” he leans down a bit, making eye contact with the smaller man. Mahito was confused, but thought he’d wait to question it, rolling his eyes instead. And if you weren’t so lost in extract you would have swore me murmured a
‘your no fun’ against your wet folds before dragging his eyes from sukuna to focus on you. His dragging across your wetness as he caught your clit in between his lips. That was enough to push you over the edge, hands gripping the back of mahito’s head as you ground against him feverishly/ trying to ride out the waves of extacy from your organism to the fullest. Moans spilling out even from behind your bit lip.
Staying like that for a moment, allowing yourself to sit in the aftershocks of your climax feeling as he pats your side as if to say ‘good girl’
you breathe, shakily climbing off of the blue haired man. Mahito on the other hand stayed on his back for a moment, a pleased smile playing on his lips.
”well, what’re you waiting for?” Sukunas voice slices the silence, a brow quirked on both their facial expressions.
”i have no idea what your talking about, m’happy” mahito spoke in an innocent tone, as he wiped his mouth of your juices; like he truly did have no clue what sukuna was talking about. sukuna wasn’t buying it.
“Oh really? This was all you wanted, nothing for yourself? Chivalry.” Sukunas tone was absolutely drenched with sarcasm, he didn’t believe a word of it. He knew mahito, he was anything but chivalrous.
The smaller man sat up, stretching a little as he looked over his shoulder at his friend.
”not with you around at least” he retorts casually. Sukuna sees this as an opportunity, squatting down next to mahito so their at eye level.
“Yeah? Have you forgotten i was there the last time you-“ mahitos shoved the pink haired man away lightly, brows furrowed as his smile lost a bit of confidence, looking more nervous than teasing as it faltered.
”shut up, i thought we’d forget about that” Mahito's voice was thought as his eyes drifted to the side. “It didn't count”
A comment that earned a laugh from sukuna as he stood back up with a stretch.
“Sure sure” he chirped, striding over to the place on the floor you had been watching from. Before you could protest, strong arms were carrying you over to the bed. But instead of throwing you onto it as you had braced for. Sukuna sat himself up against the headboard, wit you still in his grasp; strong arms under your legs forcing them open as he laid his head peacefully on your shoulder as if it belonged there. You whined at being so exposed, which was promptly shut down by a sharp nip to your ear as he shushed you.
”go on” sukuna taunted, the smile evident in his voice.
”you wont” that was enough to push mahito over the threshold, who did he think he was saying that when he hadn’t so much as touched your cun this whole time. Before he could think of something smart to say mahito had climbed onto the bed, looming over the two of you.
”your seriously gonna make me stare at you during this?…creep.” Mahito grumbled, clearly unsatisfied with the situation he was in. Hands moving to undo his belt.
”you dont have to.” The pinkette responded, pressing a deep kiss below your ear, still earning no response from mahito.
”what? Am I ruining your first time?” Smirk stretching as he spoke, knowing he was getting under his friend's skin. Mahito sighed, focusing on lining up the head of his cock with your entrance, turning attention fully to you.
“Well since one of us is too incompetent” He huffed, looking up at you through his lashes, cock testing around your entrance. But before mahito could commit and push into you, sukuna stopped him.
”say please, tell him what you want, i wanna hear it” sukuna murmured against your ear, his tone expectant, like he’d make sure you got nothing if you didnt comply. You swallowed thickly before speaking, meeting Mahito's heterochromatic eyes.
”p-please i need…” you took a breath, shuddering at the feeling of mahitos cock dragging up your soaked slit.
”i need you t-to fuck me…please” you practically whimpered, voice soft with shame as embarrassment rise to the tips of your ears.
mahito nodded slowly, a small snicker leaving his lips at your desperate tone.
“Course, just relax hm?” He finally pushed into you, a higher pitched groan escaping his throat as he felt how tight you were.
”-fffuck- o-or dont…i don’t really care” mahitos voice was horse as he bottomed out inside of you. Eyes closing in pleasure as he ran a hand through his hair and then down his face in a shudder. The feeling of the mans cock deep inside of you starting to move was accompanied with a wet sensation of sukuna mercilessly sucking on your neck teeth digging into the weak skin.
”atta girl” he mocked as if you were some dumb pet that needed affirmation.
the pain on your shoulder caused you to cry out, clean ting down on mahito which earned a pleasured hiss from him. A shaky sigh escaping his lungs as he sped up, the self conscious look on mahito face dissolved into a somewhat confident smile now that he had his footing. Gripping your other shoulder as the pad of his thumb ran firm circles over your bullied clit.
You arched into the sensation, high pitched moans ripping from you as mahito gained more confidence. A shiver drilled down your spine as you felt your second orgasm creeping up on you.
Suddenly the strokes slowed down to a torturous pace. Though teary eyes you look up at mahito with a pitifully questioning expression. Only to be met with his soft hand roughly pinching your cheek, head lolled to the side in waiting.
”c’mon, tell me how much you want it.”
despite the sing on your cheek you leaned into his touch, like an animal seeking affection. “-god- please…” you whined, trying you buck your hips against him desperately, but sukunas grip tightened and stopped you. “I-i need you…hah, i need it so bad..” your voice broken and pathetic, too focused on your twitching pussy for shame.
sukuna laughed from behind you before mahito could speak.
”such devotion, how pitiful; we must be doing a good job ay?”
Mahito scoffed, honestly dumbfounded at the other man’s entitlement. Be began to move again, as if to prove that sukuna was irrelevant to this.
”and w-who’s we? Hm?” Mahito quips, his voice unsteady, breathy even. tightening his grip on your shoulder as he chases release, strokes becoming more animalistic and erratic.
”what, want me to help you?” He removes his hands from your thighs, leaving you to hold them up on your own. “Fine”
those same hands reach the thin fabric of your shirt, cupping both your breasts with ease. Sukunas grin widening as he feels you're not wearing a bra.
”you really are a whore” sukuna grumbles before roughly pinching both of your nipples through your clothes. You scream as shocks of pleasure run though you. Clenching further on mahito as you finally reach your second orgasm, your hands wreathing into the sheets as you rode out the pleasure for a second time. That alone was enough for mahito to come to his own release, doubling over as he bottomed out inside of you. His head buried into your other shoulder as he came inside of you , leaving you pleasantly full and dripping of him.
The three of you laid on the bed in a comfier lie silence for about a minute, catching your breath. The two men each individually laying kisses on your shoulders, murmuring nonsense that you’re not really paying attention to right now. Sukuna was the first to sit up and speak.
”your welcome by the way, again” he taunts. mahito only sighs out a laugh grabbing a discarded shirt to throw at him.
wanted to share this sketch of mine :p think of this as my take for nerd sukuna ig + a short drabble.
“You were a nerd !?” you nearly choked, coughing dramatically as your fingers clutched Sukuna's yearbook like a madman.
Learning something new involving your boyfriend would always lead to the unexpected. Ten seconds ago, the concept of him being a 'retired' nerd sounded closer to a myth—except it was really true and not just him bluffing tall tales.
“I told you babe, you just didn't believe me.” he shrugged, his back sinking into the soft mattress of your bed. His eyes lazily tracing the expressions on your face, too focused on flipping through the pages to even notice him staring absentmindedly.
“You looked good with those glasses.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhmm”
You were seeing another version of Sukuna before the tattoos and the whirlwind of Greek life. It was kind of heartwarming. He looked small and much younger in the photo, his hair long and slightly disheveled, and the glasses he wore served as a finishing touch to the awkward scowl on his face. To say he had a glow up would be an understatement.
“Why'd you change your whole look though?”
Sighing, he inched closer to you, his fairly big arms resting across your thigh “Hated being mistook as Jin, shit was annoying as hell so I decided to experiment and rebrand before college started.”
“Why do I kinda like you more as a nerd?”
“Hah. That's funny.”
“I'm serious.”
Truth be told, you don't actually care. You love him as he is.
The Sukuna you know was smart— a disgustingly knowledgeable man when it came to anything history and science. A wall of muscle with an insane habit of making remarks and correcting people on topics or points they got wrong (no one, except for you, is safe from him, professors included).
He secretly memorized elements and formulas by heart, had his fair share of puzzling collections that you were surprised he enjoyed, and a stack of books on top of his desk that he would religiously read if his frat brothers decided not to drag him to another party. He'd persuade you to watch documentaries with him on Sundays too.
Maybe those were just the many signs that he was pretty much still a nerd. Despite your boyfriend looking like a member of a biker gang, deep down, he knows he hadn't changed much. Just a nerd in disguise.
