Hi, I know this may sound strange, but you could do something of Itadori x Sukunax reader. Where Yuji and his girl are fucking like rabbits, and Sukuna takes his body (greedy as always) and fucks Yuji's little girl. Yuji feels strange for liking to feel him fuck his little girl. Yuji and Sukuna big please... I dreamed about it, sorry if it sounds weird
Forgive me for the bad English, I'm Spanish
Sukuna and your boyfriend Yuji takes turns with your pussy
TW: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, power imbalance, strong language.
Class drags on forever that last period, teacher’s voice a flat hum at the front of the room as they scribble formulas across the board you know you’re not going to remember. Your pen taps against your notebook in some restless rhythm, but your focus is two rows over.
Yuji’s slouched in his chair like always, one arm hooked over the backrest, that easy dumb grin tugging at his mouth whenever his friend whispers something to him. His pink hair is a mess from running drills at lunch, sweat-dried strands sticking up in every direction.
Every time his eyes drift your way, he catches you staring and doesn’t look away—just tips his head, smirk sliding slow like a promise he’ll cash in on later. Your stomach flips every time it happens.
When the bell finally rings, the room explodes. Chairs scrape, bags slam, everyone bolts for the door like they’ve been set free. You move on purpose slower—stacking your books, tucking pens away, pretending to fuss with your bag so the crowd thins out around you. The noise in the hall becomes this muffled rush, footsteps fading, voices echoing away.
By the time you step out, the main stream’s already flowing the opposite direction. Yuji falls into step beside you like it’s nothing, shoulder bumping yours in the narrow corridor. His hand brushes yours once, twice, then his fingers lace with yours in one quick, sure movement, like he’s done this a thousand times. He doesn’t look over right away, just gives your hand a little squeeze and nods towards the far, quiet wing.
“C’mon,” he says, voice low and light, like you’re just slipping off to ditch clean-up duty or something.
The storage room off the gym hall is exactly like you remember
dusty, forgotten, door complaining with a long creak when he eases it shut behind you.
The sounds from the main building go faint, replaced with the soft buzz of an overhead light and the distant echo of a ball bouncing in the gym. A high window near the ceiling lets in this washed-out gray light, painting old mats and stacked equipment in long shadows. Dust hangs in the air when Yuji moves, catching the light between you.
For a heartbeat, he just stands there looking at you
backlit by the window, cheeks still faintly flushed from the day, chest rising steady under his uniform shirt.
Then he crosses the space like it’s nothing.
He doesn’t slam you into the mats, doesn’t rush. His hands come up first, palms bracing on either side of your shoulders against the stacked mats, caging you in without actually touching you yet. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up, asking a question without saying it.
Yuji leans in, lips finding yours warm and familiar. The first kiss is soft, testing, just a slow press that tastes faintly like cheap vending machine juice and gum. He pulls back half an inch to smile against your mouth, then goes in again.
Lazy kisses, no tongue at first
just lips tugging, brushing, mouths finding a rhythm.
When his tongue finally does slip out, it’s gentle, teasing at your lower lip before sliding in to meet yours in a slow, unhurried sweep.
He smiles into it sometimes, breaking the kiss with a breathy little laugh when your nose bumps his.
“Missed you all day,” he mumbles, words puffing warm against your lips. His nose nudges yours, forehead resting lightly against your own for a beat.
His hands finally leave the mats, trailing down your sides, slipping under the hem of your skirt. His fingers are a little rough from training, but his touch is careful, palms spreading over your bare thighs. He moves them slow, like he’s memorizing the shape of you all over again, thumbs brushing little circles into your skin.
His mouth drifts from your lips to your jaw, placing soft kisses along the line there.
One lingers under your ear, and you feel his smile when you shiver.
He nips at your neck, a light scrape of teeth that makes you suck in a breath, and he hums like he likes that reaction.
His fingers trace lower now, skimming the waistband of your panties, not slipping under yet. He toys with the edge, thumb pressing down over your clit through the thin fabric, barely any pressure. It’s enough to send a small spark shooting through your stomach, but not enough to satisfy.
The circles he starts are slow. So slow it almost feels cruel. He’s not trying to get you off yet; he’s just winding you up, paying attention to every tiny change in your breathing, every twitch of your hips.
Your breath stutters; your hips tilt forward into him before you even think about it. His eyes flick up to your face, checking, and when he sees the way your expression shifts, he lets out a soft, pleased little noise. His thumb presses a bit firmer, circling with a more consistent rhythm now.
He works your blouse open one button at a time. No rush, no tearing—just the quiet click of plastic slipping through fabric. With each button, his fingers brush your skin, knuckles dragging over your ribs, until your bra is exposed and the edges of your shirt fall away from your shoulders.
Yuji’s mouth drifts lower.
He kisses your collarbone, lips lingering there. Then he slides down, kissing the upper swell of your breasts that your bra doesn’t cover.
For a second he stops, his eyes flicking up to your face again like he’s checking if this is still okay, still wanted. When he sees your flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way your fingers curl in his shirt, he goes on.
He noses under the lace, tongue flicking at the edge of the cup before he tugs it down just enough to free one nipple.
The air makes it tighten; his breath over it makes you shiver. Then his mouth closes gently around it, tongue tracing a circle before he sucks, slow and steady.
“Like that?” he asks, voice low and a little rough now, still with that soft Yuji-lilt, his words vibrating against your skin.
His thumb on your clit moves more firmly, circling with enough pressure to make your legs feel unsteady, knees going weak against the mats. Your back arches, chasing his mouth, your fingers threading into his hair on instinct.
You’re breathing harder now, little gasps spilling out between half-formed words.
Your head tips back against the mats, eyes closing for a moment as you let yourself sink into the sensation—his mouth, his hands, the way his body crowds yours without smothering.
That’s when his eyes shift.
You don’t see it right away, but you feel the change.
There’s a subtle tightening under your hands where they rest on his shoulders, muscle coiling sharper. The air in the room seems to press in, heavier, thicker, like someone turned up a pressure valve you didn’t know was there.
When you look down, there’s ink curling faint along his skin—tattoos ghosting into visibility along his neck, over the side of his face. His usual warm brown eyes darken, red bleeding into them like ink dropped in water.
The soft hum in his throat twists into a low chuckle.
Sukuna’s laugh lives deeper in Yuji’s chest, and you feel it before you fully hear it.
“Pathetic,” he says, voice smoother and colder, lips pulling into a smirk that isn’t Yuji’s. He lifts his head, four eyes now fixed on you with a hunger that has nothing to do with shyness. “My turn.”
From there, everything shifts—but it doesn’t snap. It slides, slow and deliberate, the way a shadow lengthens when the light moves.
He straightens up slow from your chest, eyes locked on yours now
four red slits burning steady, no warmth left, just that sharp predatory gleam cutting right through you.
His hand lingers on your thigh for a beat longer than it needs to, fingers flexing once like he's testing the give of your skin, thumb pressing a faint bruise into the muscle there before he moves.
He spins you deliberate, hands firm on your hips guiding you around to face the mats
no shove, just control, like your body's an extension he already owns.
Your palms hit the rough fabric first, knees sinking into the mat beneath you, breath still coming quick from Yuji's teasing.
You feel the air shift cooler on your thighs as he flips your skirt up slow, folding the fabric deliberate over your lower back, exposing you inch by inch. Goosebumps prickle your skin, anticipation twisting low in your gut.
Panties come next—his fingers hook the edge, tugging them aside with a sharp rip that echoes quiet in the room, elastic snapping faint against your hip.
The sound makes you jolt, a small gasp slipping out, but he doesn't rush to fill the space. Instead, his palm drags flat over your ass first, kneading once heavy, possessive, like he's savoring the way your body tenses under him.
His cock presses at your entrance then—heavy, thick head sliding in lazy circles over your folds, bumping your clit every pass deliberate enough to make your breath catch shaky.
He does it three, four times, coating himself slick, letting you feel the stretch of just the tip nudging in shallow before pulling back. Your hips twitch back instinctive, chasing, and you hear his low huff—like amusement, almost approval.
Then he sinks in. One controlled thrust, gradual but unyielding, stretching you full inch by inch until your walls hug him tight, that overwhelming burn blooming deep and good.
Your nails dig into the mats, a sob breaking free raw at the edges—fuck, it's too much and perfect, every ridge and vein dragging slow inside you, filling spaces Yuji's gentleness always leaves empty.
He pauses there, bottomed out, hips flush to your ass, one hand splaying wide over your lower back to feel you tremble around him. His thumb traces your spine lazy, waiting for your breath to even out just a fraction before he starts.
Pace builds mean from there—but not frantic.
His hips snap hard, measured deep, each thrust pulling back till just the head grips you then grinding home again, balls slapping wet against your clit with a rhythm that sends shocks sparking up your spine.
He grips your waist firm, fingers digging in enough to leave marks tomorrow, holding you steady so you can't squirm away.
One hand slides up your back slow, gathering your hair into a loose fist—not yanking hard yet, just pulling gentle to arch you back into him, spine curving pretty so he can sink even deeper.
Tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes, spilling messy down your cheeks as the pressure coils tighter, moans breaking loud before you can swallow them.
You love when Sukuna takes over.
But you love the way Sukuna uses Yujis cock.
"Sukuna... oh god, Sukuna—" Your voice cracks on his name, body trembling faint as the first high crests slow then crashes, walls clenching him rhythmic pulses that make him groan low, breath hot puffing your shoulder.
He loves it—growls quiet vibrating through his chest into your back, leaning closer so his teeth graze your shoulder light, not biting down.
His thumb finds your clit without missing a beat, rubbing sharp tight circles that make your thighs quake harder, dragging the orgasm out long instead of letting it fade quick.
He pounds through it relentless, hips rolling deep to chase every flutter, until you're sobbing his name louder, voice hoarse, hips jerking helpless begging for mercy or more, you can't tell which.
"That's right—cry for me." His voice dips darker, lips brushing your ear as he slams home one thrust deeper than the rest, using your squeeze to grind in further, owning every shake, every whine, every desperate clutch of your fingers twisting the mats.
He finishes rough but controlled—groan ripping low from his chest, hips stuttering just once as he spills thick and hot inside you, heat flooding deep pulsing ropes that make your walls flutter again.
He doesn't pull out right away, grinding slow through it, thumb still circling lazy to milk every aftershock.
Only when you're both breathing heavy does he ease out languid, cock sliding free with a wet drag, leaving you clenching around nothing, his cum leaking warm thick down on the mat under you and your clit, mixing slick messy.
You slump against the mats, chest heaving ragged, legs trembling hard from that first shattering high—whole body buzzing loose, spent but still humming under your skin.
Sukuna's cum leaks thick and warm down your thigh, sticky trail cooling faint against flushed skin, mixing wet with your own release.
The storage room air hangs heavy with dust, sweat, and that sharp tang of sex—your breaths the loudest thing now, echoing off the walls.
Dim gray light from the high window catches every glisten on your skin, every flushed patch, every shake rippling through your muscles.
His eyes stay dark, tattoos sharp—no flicker back to Yuji yet, no softening break.
Sukuna's still there, chest rising steady like warming up, smirk curling slow as he takes you in—wrecked and open, thighs trembling apart.
"Think that's it?" Voice rumbles low, mocking edge sweet-poison, hand reaching down to fist your hair loose but firm, tilting your head back so you meet those four red eyes.
He doesn't wait for words—lips crash yours hard, all teeth and claim, tongue forcing past your parted mouth to fuck it deep, tasting himself faint on you while you're still gasping for air.
His free hand slides between your thighs casual, fingers nudging your entrance, pushing his own cum back inside with lazy deliberate strokes that make you clench fresh around nothing. Thumb finds your clit over-sensitive, circling light at first then firmer, pulling a sob straight from your chest muffled into his kiss.
You're shaking already, nerves raw live-wire, whine high and broken against his mouth—hands grabbing at his wrist half-hearted, not really wanting him to stop.
He doesn't rush—doesn't need to.
Flips you easy onto your back atop the mats, manhandling casual like you weigh air, knees nudging your thighs wide spreading you open slow so he can watch himself drip out messy.
Cock's still hard, thick glistening from you both—he drags the tip along your slit first deliberate, tracing every fold, teasing your entrance with shallow dips that stretch just enough to burn sweet, bumping your clit till tears streak fresh down your cheeks again.
"Look at you—still crying for more." He sinks in gradual this time, eyes on your face watching every twitch lips part gasp, stretching you open raw as he bottoms out with a groan chest-deep.
Pace stays controlled after—long grinding rolls, pulling almost all out so you whine empty then slamming measured deep hitting that spot inside unerringly every single time, like he mapped it first thrust.
Your hands claw up his shoulders desperate, nails biting skin drawing faint red lines; moans climb higher fractured.
"Sukuna—fuck, please—" Body arches up into him instinctive, tits bouncing soft with each roll nipples tight brushing air then his chest sparks flying faint.
He catches your wrists easy one-handed, pinning them slow above your head to the mat
palm heavy over your knuckles pressing just enough claim without bruising yet.
Other thumb slides back to your clit rubbing tight relentless patterns firm circles sparking fire low dragging you up that edge deliberate, fucking straight through another high ripping sobs louder chest heaving clench vice-tight pulling groan from him quiet approval.
Doesn't stop when you shatter
leans down slow sucking marks into your neck teeth scraping skin sting pretty tongue soothing wet laps after, pace dragging even deeper hips circling grind while breaths puff hot ear close.
You’re Mine." Words ghost skin shiver-inducing, fingers flexing your wrists hold tighter.
You break twice more exactly like that—shaking wild each time muscles seizing name sobbed broken raw throat burning fingers numb air-gripping till nothing left body limp buzzing.
Only when spasms hit erratic fluttering endless around him does he finally let go
growling low chest animal, slamming final deep holding flush spilling hot fresh load inside hips twitching grind press as far womb-deep take.
Pulls out languid deliberate watching mix cum slick drip swollen messy entrance thumb smearing over clit last cruel tease hips buck helpless oversensitive sob weak.
Leaves you trembling spent mats every limb heavy boneless smirking down owns wrecked inch breathing ragged but steady eyes drinking flushed ruined glow.
You're still shaking on the mats body live wire Sukuna's relentless pounding humming nerves cum thick inside leaking slow thighs slick he grinds deep one more time deliberate roll smirk twisting Yuji's face cruel sharp.
Words cut mid-snarl eyes flicker sudden tattoos bleeding away smoke wisps skin bare smooth fast.
Yuji snaps back mid-thrust body jerking hard like dropped ice water shock control flooding sudden.
Chest heaves brutal lungs burning eyes go wide soft instant pink hair falling messy forehead damp strands.
"Shit—babe?" Voice cracks pure Yuji-warm panicked-sweet buried deep still hips stuttering instinctive roll shallow before freezes aware walls clenching greedy Sukuna-ruin oversensitive.
You whine high broken clit throbbing pulse pulse walls fluttering wild loving thick fill despite burn
body betraying chasing more.
His hands shift gentle instant cupping face thumbs wiping tears frantic careful strokes cheekbones high soothing flush.
Not too soft grovel—no Yuji edge claiming mess left eyes darkening hungry feeling clench milk twitch around him possessive glow.
"Sorry, sorry—he just... fuck." Doesn't pull out stays plugged heat twitching soft inside leans kissing messy-soft tongue apologetic slipping past lips tasting chaos while hips start moving again careful testing.
Shifts slower deliberate long dragging strokes kissing every raw sensitive spot Sukuna wrecked easing burn without babying full
feels clench reward groan low pleased.
One hand hooks thigh slow lifting higher knees to chest folding open sweet angle deeper grind cock thick perfect filling just right drag vein ridge sparking fresh.
"Yeah? Love this cock that much?" Thrusts deliberate long pull tip teasing empty slam measured-deep balls dragging heavy clit wet-slick spark fire low.
"God, your pussy... so good," groans low neck nipping skin not-too-gentle teeth grazing sting pretty tongue dart soothe after pulling gasp shaky.
Pace builds his way firm snaps laced tender hitting spot unerring free hand roaming greedy squeezing tit rough palm full pinch nipple twist arch whimper high then dipping low thumb clit swollen circles pressing mean spark coil wind tighter thighs quake.
Nails rake back red trails deep moans turn name desperate
"Yuji! Yuji—oh god" body shaking fresh waves pussy fluttering wild loving every inch warmth edge Sukuna sharpened perfect.
Pace controlled firm—no mercy rolling hips owning rhythm balls heavy clit slide slick endless.
You love it—his cock Yuji's heat wrapped Sukuna's sharpen moaning loud broken
"Yuji—fuck, Yuji!" Hands claw shoulders nails bite skin drawing beads he growls pleased—not nice fucking needs sobs pulling louder.
"Moan louder—let me hear it" hips snapping harder steady owning till high rips open clenching milk sobbing
Chases growly spilling thick deep full-body shudder groaning name wrecked neck stays plugged twitching after kissing messy trails jaw cock softening slow pant boneless—hand stroking hair now smirk fading Yuji-grin real soft.
"Fuck... you're perfect."
Collapses half-on breathing ragged smirking faint nuzzling jaw possessive.
"Mine too, y'know." Kisses linger cock twitching soft inside boneless tangle.
Firstly NOT weird at all!
I had already had this written out before I saw ur chat so were like one person 😭😭
I will write another one to makeup for technically not writing this one for you , so expect another one with Sakuna x Yuji
You are welcome to request, I would love to wrote for you!
