#sukuna x reader

[sveraia]

annie, are you okay? wherein the jjk men hear "i'm going to michael's" and immediately forget that michael's is, in fact, a craft store. tw : jealousy, possessive behavior, relationship banter, mild threats played for comedy, pure fluff. main masterlist based off of weirdness2020's request

[sozila]

꒷꒦ ━━━ got me walkin' side to side!

modern au ✺ gym rat!sukuna 𝔁 receptionist!reader ✺ nsfw oneshot!

warnings. smut, mdni. p w/ very little plot. reader has oral fixation. semi-public cunnilingus, piv, cpie. he spits on it. mild degradation, but also praise? tldr: both of you are horndogs and secretly obsessed

listen to the song while reading 💅

masterlist | wc: 4k

you twiddle with the pen you had chewed to high hell, the cap barely usable anymore. you were trying to focus very intently on what mr. kudo was asking you, but that guy was here again. like clockwork, you watched the very large pink haired man do his workouts on your afternoon shifts at four pm on the dot. it was truly a blessing that the front desk you were managing was in line of the most perfect view of the free weights room.

"so, would that carry over into next month, or would i have to pay the difference?"

your eyes snapped back toward sweet old mr. kudo, who had been patiently waiting for an answer. judging by the way his brows had lifted, you suspected the silence had lasted longer than you should've allowed.

"i'm so sorry, could you repeat that?"

mr. kudo sighs and retells his inquiry to you, and you forced your attention onto the computer screen before you could embarrass yourself any more. it really was becoming ridiculous, especially considering you knew absolutely nothing about the man beyond the information you had shamelessly collected from behind this desk over the past few weeks.

his name was ryomen s. itadori, according to the little membership screen that appeared whenever he scanned himself in. you wondered what the 's' stood for. he usually stayed for an hour and a half, wore massive headphones to deter all socialization attempts from fellow gym goers, and solely wore either dry-fit long sleeves or sleeveless muscle shirts. black, grey, navy, black again, maroon. he hardly strayed from his order.

alas, that was enough information for you to develop a humiliating fixation. your shift highlight was always watching him try to hit a new pr on the bench press. your filthy mind loved to catalogue the deep grunts he made for a later time, when you were alone and in bed.

"it'll carry over," you finally replied, clicking through mr. kudo's account before turning the monitor slightly so he could see. "you won't get charged again until the regular billing date, so you're all good. have a wonderful rest of your day, mr. kudo." once he seemed satisfied and wandered toward the locker rooms, you allowed yourself exactly three seconds to glance at your gym crush.

ryomen was sitting on the edge of one of the benches now, forearms resting against his thighs as he checked something on his phone. there was a sheen of sweat along the back of his neck, his pink hair pushed messily away from his forehead and you caught yourself leaning slightly forward to get a better look before immediately sitting straight when a random gym member walked by.

the saving grace in all of this was at least he had no idea. you were rather confident sukuna remained completely oblivious to your weird behavior. the two of you barely interacted beyond the occasional greeting required by the nature of your job, and even those exchanges were usually reduced to you saying "have a good workout!" while he gave you a curt nod on his way in.

suddenly, the scanner at the front desk chirped. you glanced up out of habit, expecting another member coming in only to find him standing on the opposite side of the counter. your fingers fiddle around the over-loved pen.

"hey."

his headphones was pulled off one ear and his voice was deeper than you remembered from the handful of times you had actually heard it.

"hi!" you squeaked, before recovering with the customer-service smile you had perfected over the past year. "what can i help you with?"

sukuna held up a small black key tag between two fingers. "locker ate my key."

"it ate your key?" you parroted back.

"… yep, that's what i said." despite his poker face, ryomen was quite amused by your reactions— although you, among most people, couldn't tell.

"right, right.. okay." you pushed your chair backward and opened the cabinet beneath the desk where the spare keys were kept. "do you remember which locker?"

"one forty-three."

you searched through the numbered hooks, painfully aware of him standing there while you fumbled past one forty, one forty-one, one forty-two—

"oop! here."

you pulled the spare free and slid it across the counter. his fingers closed around it before you could pull your hand away entirely, brushing against yours for a moment. your stupid pen slipped out of your other hand and clattered onto the desk. ryomen's eyes dropped toward it, in all its chewed glory. you snatched it up instantly.

"anything else you need, sir?"

his mouth twitched. "nah."

oh, thank the gods. "great! just bring that back whenever you're finished and i'll put it away."

ryomen nodded once, turning away from the desk before stopping after only a step. "you should get a new pen."

your face flamed, and you hoped it wasn't too obvious you were blushing up a storm.

"i have many pens." you point to the communal assorted cup on the desk, filled with other pencils and things.

"use one of those instead. put that thing out of its misery." you stared at his back as he continued toward the locker rooms, completely baffled by the unnecessary exchange until he disappeared around the corner.

you looked down at the mangled corpse of the writing utensil. "asshole," you muttered quietly, shoving it into the drawer. it was unfortunate that you liked that pen.

three days later on your next afternoon shift, you were determined to busy yourself as much as you could to minimize another run-in with the unfairly hot guy. you had replayed your exchange an embarrassing number of times, though there was hardly anything worth replaying beyond the fact that ryomen had spoken more than five words to you for the first time since you started working there. it was borderline pathetic and downright sad.

you occupied yourself with the idle tasks everyone procrastinated on their shifts. wiping down the front counter, reorganizing the guest passes, and even volunteering to restock the tiny refrigerator beside the desk despite the fact that it was already two drinks from full. literally anything was preferable to craning your neck toward the free weights room like some desperate dame waiting for her husband to return from war.

the scanner chirped at 4:03, but you were almost done arranging the protein shakes.

"afternoon."

your hand froze around a bottle of vivacious vanilla. you slowly looked over your shoulder and found ryomen standing at the scanner, one hand still holding his membership tag while the other adjusted the strap of his gym bag.

"hi!" you piped up, immediately abandoning every promise you had made to yourself. "have a good workout!"

his gaze flickered over the refrigerator, then toward the bottle in your hand. "busy day?"

"oh, this?" no better poetic irony than the refrigerator containing a mere twelve drinks. you closed the door quickly.

ryomen stared at you for another second before giving that familiar curt nod and heading inside, leaving you standing there wondering if you had imagined the faint upturn at the corner of his mouth.

he was doing pull-ups today, and you discovered very quickly that this was significantly worse for your concentration than the bench pressing. you have to hold back the swoony gasp that nearly escapes you when he pulls off his shirt, revealing a myriad of black ink marks all across his back and chest. you lowered your eyes to the membership forms spread across the desk and began reading the same paragraph for the fourth time, praying to everything dear that you can keep it together for your own sake.

"excuse me?"

you nearly jumped out of your chair. a woman stood at the counter holding out a water bottle she had apparently been trying to purchase while you were mentally fighting horny demons.

"yes, sorry!"

you rang her up, handed back her card, and waited until she walked away before dropping your forehead against your palm. goodness, this had to stop.

you reached blindly into the pen cup and grabbed the first one your fingers touched, determined to occupy yourself with actual work before you lost your job over a man who probably didn't even know your name. regrettably, the pen scratched blank against the paper.

you tried again, still nothing.

"seriously?" you scribbled aggressively against the corner of the form, accomplishing absolutely nothing except tearing a tiny hole through it.

"guess you threw your good one away."

you looked up and ryomen stood on the other side of the desk again, a towel thrown over one shoulder and his headphones resting around his neck. he was still deliciously shirtless to your dismay and guilty pleasure. apparently he had finished his workout without you noticing, which felt like both an accomplishment and a tragedy. you scold yourself mentally for feeling sad about missing out on your free show.

"i didn't throw it away," you said defensively. "i put it in the drawer."

"so you kept it after i told you to get rid of it."

you frowned. "why do you care so much about my pen?"

"i don't."

"and yet, you remembered." the sarcastic quip leaves your lips before you can stop yourself. that finally got something from him and his brows lifted slightly. were you imagining things, or was this man starting banter to flirt with you?

you cleared your throat and looked back down at the dead pen in your hand. "anyway, this one's dried out."

"clearly." ryomen reached into the side pocket of his gym bag, and you watched him pull something out and place it on the counter between you. plain black and new, suspiciously identical to the one you chewed to death.

you stared at it. "are you giving this to me?"

"you needed one, so i got you one."

"there are literally twenty pens right there."

ryomen's expression finally cracked into the sexiest smirk you had ever seen. he glanced toward the communal cup. your mouth opened before closing again. "and apparently, none of them work."

you narrowed your eyes at him, and his smirk deepened before he adjusted the strap over his shoulder again. "try not to eat that one, alright buster?"

"i wasn't eating it!"

"coulda fooled me." you stared after him as he headed toward the exit.

"have a wonderful day!" you called after him with enough excessive sweetness to make the words sound threatening. ryomen raised one hand in a goodbye without turning around, motion-activated doors sliding shut behind him.

across the parking lot, ryomen glanced through the gym windows long enough to see you testing it against a scrap piece of paper and habitually chewing on the cap. his mouth curved slightly and he let out a small chuckle before he continued toward his car.

the next afternoon shift arrived the next week, you had purposefully taken more morning shifts out of spite. the new black pen sat obediently in the cup, untouched since that day. every time your fingers drifted toward it, you remembered the smug look on his face and promptly grabbed another one instead.

4 pm comes and passes, and ryomen is nowhere to be seen. it alarmed you he didn't come at his regular time today, he never missed his schedule. you hope you weren't too rude with him that last time.

at 7:02, the scanner chirped.

you didn’t look up right away. you finished typing a note on a guest pass, deliberately slow, until the low rumble of his voice cut across the desk. you felt immediate relief that he wasn't avoiding you.

"still alive, i see.” ryomen stood in front of you in a dark sleeveless compression shirt that clung to every hard plane of his chest and the thick columns of his arms. the black tattoos peeked out along his shoulders and the sides of his neck leading to his pierced ears.

you lifted your gaze, plastic-plastered smile locked in place even as heat crawled in your core at the sight of him. “it’s been one week. i haven’t had time to destroy it yet.”

his mouth twitched in mirth. instead of walking straight through after scanning in he lingered. his eyes drifted over you slowly, unhurried. the intensity of his gaze made your thighs rub together under the desk.

“you free after your shift?” he asked, voice casual.

“i—what?”

“closing’s at nine, right? i’m gonna stay late. figured you might want a real workout for once instead of just staring at me while i do mine.”

the words felt like he had a large hand sliding down your spine. “i don’t stare, i don't know what you're on about.”

“mm.” he leaned one forearm on the counter, the motion bringing him close enough that you caught the clean scent of whatever soap he used under the faint musk of the gym. “you’ve been watching me hit my prs for since we first met. might as well see me up close.”

your mouth went dry. “that’s.. extremely forward.”

“you’re extremely obvious.” his eyes dropped to your lips for a moment, then lower, to the way your uniform shirt sat against your chest. “so. nine o’clock. or i can just keep giving you new pens until you accept. i'm not opposed. i got the money and the time.”

he straightened without waiting for an answer, that same faint smirk ghosting across his face as he headed toward the floor. there was no way ryomen itadori just propositioned sex.

when you had the gym locked its doors at nine on the dot, you hesitated. you knew he was still inside, and the last two members had filtered out twenty minutes earlier. you had finished the closing checklist with shaky hands, heart hammering as you weighed the pros and cons of it all. you were definitely risking your job, but what your boss didn't know didn't hurt him, right? before you could rethink it, you turned off the security cameras. every light in the cardio section clicked off one by one until only the single room stayed illuminated, a single bank of overhead fluorescents casting long shadows across the rubber flooring.

when you entered, ryomen had already stripped the compression shirt off entirely; it hung from a rack nearby. his back looked even more massive close up. it was a map of black ink, shifting muscles in his lats flaring and the tattoos flexing like living things. your head was spinning from how giddy you felt. this couldn't be real, could it?

you stood just shy of inside the doorway much longer than you meant to, unable to move your feet closer. he walked around you and pulled the door with a soft click. his usually pushed back pink hair was damp and messy, sweat tracked down the deep cut of his abs, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.

“took you long enough.”

he hooked a finger under the towel on the bench and wiped the back of his neck, never taking his gaze off you.

“come here."

as if under some spell, your feet moved before your brain caught up. he didn’t wait for permission once you were within reach. one rough hand gripped at your waist possessively, pulling you in until your chest brushed his bare torso. the heat emanating off of him soaked straight through your uniform shirt. you felt the hard length of his cock already grown hard against your hip, thick and larger than you expected. it made your mouth water.

"you,” he murmured, voice lowered. “have been driving me crazy for months.”

a soft, involuntary sound escaped you. his other hand came up, thumb brushing along your lips before sliding along your jaw, tilting your face up. he pushes it in to force you to open your mouth, and the saliva was pooling at the taste of his salty finger. you closed your lips around it without thinking, sucking gently, and the sinful approving sound that rumbled out of his chest sent a fresh wave of wetness between your legs.

“fuuuuck,” he groaned, eyes dark as he watched you. “you're danger. you got a nasty oral fixation, huh?” you moan and nod.

you pulled back just enough to speak, voice already unsteady. “ryomen…” your hands slid up the hard, bulging muscle of his chest, tracing the black ink path that wrapped his ribs and disappeared under the heavy swell of his pecs. “..all i can think about is your body.”

ryomen’s smirk turned sinister. “good.” his hand left your jaw to grip your hip harder, pulling you flush against the thick length straining his shorts. “ 'cus i’ve been aching to get my hands on you.”

he kissed you deeply, devouring, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he’d been starved for touch. you melted into it, submitting easily with hands roaming freely over his arms and chest as if to memorize it forever. he tasted of mint and sweat, and the reverent sound he made when your nails scraped lightly over his shorts told you the obsession cut both ways.

his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm skating up your bare side until he cupped your breast through the thin sports bra before sliding it up. his fingers dragged over the tight peak of your nipple and you arched into the touch with a broken little moan. he pinched it lightly, rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers while his hips kept grinding that clothed thick cock against you in deliberately long rolls. the friction was filthy, fabric-on-fabric, wetness already starting to dampen between the both of you. you could cum from the feeling of grinding on him alone.

ryomen broke the kiss with a growl, pupils dilated. “not yet. i want my mouth on this cunt first.”

he steered you to the flat bench and pushed you down. your back hit the cool vinyl, and he yanked your leggings and panties off in one rough motion. he tossed them aside and hooked his hands under your knees, dragging you to the edge until your ass hung off. the first long lick of his tongue through your folds was vulgar; from entrance to clit, collecting every bit of slick before he sealed his mouth over you and sucked hard.

“hngh, ryo..ah!”

he groaned against your entrance, the sound vibrating straight through you. his eyes fluttered shut like the taste alone was enough to get him high. he pressed his lips over your clit and sucked over and over, two thick fingers sliding inside you at the same time, curling against the spot that made your back arch.

“so much sweeter than i imagined.” another deep, thorough lick, tongue flat and greedy.

he pulled back to spit on your clit and then dive back in. your breath hitched. you couldn't stop staring down at him. he maintained firm eye contact with you as he savored you whole, making you dizzy beyond belief. the powerful roll of his shoulders, the way his arms held your thighs wide open even as you shook. your gym hottie was now between your legs, face covered in your slick, eating you like he never wanted to end.

he hummed against your pussy and the sound was pure intoxication. “keep looking at me,” he murmured between licks. “i want you to see how much i crave you. just me and this pretty pussy.”

his tongue worked tighter circles, fingers thrusting slow and deep, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the empty gym. it turned you on even more than this was the same bench he was working out on just hours ago. "ryomen—!"

"call me sukuna. wanna hear you beg for it."

"..su..sukuna," your hand slid into his pink hair, gripping as the pleasure built sharp and sweet. so that's what the 's' stood for.

"more. tell me what you need, pretty."

"wanna cum on your..hnngh! tongue, sukuna use your tongue, haah—"

you could only manage needy, broken sounds after that. his growls rumbled against you and doubled his efforts, tongue relentless and fingers curling perfectly. when your thighs started to tremble hard, he only held you tighter until the orgasm crashed over you in a wave that left you gasping.

he licked you through it fast and thorough, clearly reluctant to stop, then pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before rising. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still full of desire.

“so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice raspy. “but i'm not done with you.”

he shoved his shorts down and his behemoth cock sprang free; thick and flushed dark, the head already slick with precum dribbling at the slit. he sat on the bench, hauled you onto his lap, and lowered you onto him in one steady push. the stretch burned so good you wanted to cry. inch after thick inch forced your entrance open until you were fully seated, stuffed full to the brim, his balls pressed tight against your ass.

“goddamn. look at that,” he whistled, watching where you were enveloped around him. “taking every bit of this cock like you were made for me.”

he gripped your hips and started moving you; up until only the head stayed inside, then down hard, burying himself to the hilt. the wet schlap of your cunt taking him filled your ears. you could only cling to his shoulders weakly, feeling every rib of muscle under your hands while he fucked up into you from below, deep and hard. your nipples brushed against his chest, sending jolts of pleasure from the light touches.

“you’re too big…” you whined.

“you can take it.” he answered gruffly, guiding your rhythm with those big hands. he stood in one swift motion, lifting you with him like you were a sack of flour. your legs locked around his waist on instinct. he held you with ease; one arm under your ass, the other around your back, and started bouncing you on his cock right there.

every drop sank you onto him fully and every lift made you slide almost off him before gravity and his strength slammed you back down. the wet, filthy sound of your soaking cunt taking him over and over echoed off the walls. he bounced you hard, grinding your clit against him on every downward stroke.

“that’s it,” he coaxed, breath hot against your ear. “my baby's taking me so well. feel how deep i am? that’s all for you, sweetheart.”

your second orgasm hit hard and sudden. your cunt clamped down around him, pulsing, soaking his cock as you came with a broken cry. ryomen fucked you through it, bouncing you on his length until his own release slammed into him. he buried himself to the hilt with a loud groan and came hard, flooding you with hot pulses that spilled out around his cock and down your thighs. he held you through it, still standing, forehead against yours while the aftershocks and stars bursting faded.

when he finally pulled out, warm cum slipped down your inner thigh from your pussy. he turned you gently, kissed you sweetly, and wiped you clean with his spare towel with surprising care.

“next time i come in,” he murmured against your mouth, “you’re not sitting behind that desk looking all innocent. i'm gonna take you home so i can ruin you properly. understood?” you nodded, still breathless. you were still trembling when he helped you into your clothes again. he smirked as he tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, thumb brushing the fresh hickey he’d left on your neck.

he pressed one last lingering kiss to your mouth before grabbing his shirt and towel.

“and stop chewing your pens,” he added over his shoulder as he headed for the locker rooms. “i’ve got better things for that mouth.”

he left you standing there against the power rack, legs shaky, pussy sore, and uniform rumpled.

safe to say you had a new gym partner.

im ovulating again. i want him SO bad

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[retiredteabag]

Under anesthesia

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Suguru

Synopsis: You just woke up and seem a bit less inhibited and a bit more honest when loopy…

Reversal of this smau

my smau masterlists one and two

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[yenayaps]

(another) sneak peek: ex-bf!sukuna x f!reader

content: modern day sorcerer!sukuna au, him and reader are both crazy, canon typical violence, poor yuji’s like a child stuck in the middle of a nasty divorce

For everyone at headquarters, the last eight months have been awkward at best, and terrifying at worst. They thought they only had Sukuna to worry about, but it was clear how much his attitude had rubbed off on you, given your reaction to having him being sent as your back up for a mission in Hokkaido.

You threatened to let the curse eat you if he showed up, and Ijichi had to spend nearly an hour trying to convince you not to kill yourself.

That was the first time Satoru had ever taken pity upon him, and in turn, offered to take Sukuna’s place. Not that the stress for Ijichi’s ended there, Sukuna had threatened to kill him after finding out the mission was given to Satoru, since he had specifically requested to be your back up if you ever needed one.

Nobody could come up with a reasonable explanation as to why he wanted to be your back up in the first place—it was him who broke up with you after all. He had made it clear he didn’t want to be with you, and you had made it clear you didn’t so much as want to be in the same vicinity as him again.

Maybe you would’ve been more welcoming of him in that first week of being broken up, but to your surprise, you had reached acceptance far sooner than you had imagined after spending that week mourning the last four years of your life. You didn’t want an apology, let alone an explanation.

But, there was one time you set aside your pride to speak to him, and that was shortly after you ran into his little brother at the school, while dropping off paperwork.

“Yuji?”

The boy's eyes widened and quickly looked away. Not quick enough, though. You were already grabbing his arm and making him turn his head back.

“What happened to you?!”

“N-nothing!” He forced out a laugh, which somehow made his black eye look worse.

“This isn’t nothing,” you began to scold him, continuing to inspect his bruised, guilt ridden face. “Did you get sent off on a mission you couldn’t handle again?”

You were mumbling something about how much you hated the higher ups when you got cut off by the words “little fight”, and after a couple minutes of prodding on your end, you quickly found out Sukuna lost it on him after asking why you two broke up.

“Look, it’s really not that big of a deal. It’s—ugh. I’m the one who started it. I should’ve left him alone when he told me to drop it, but I didn’t. Haha…he’s an ass, but it’s not like he randomly attacked me or anything… I swear,” he rambled, knowing his brother's fate would be a thousand times worse than his if he didn’t give you the full picture.

Having no parents and a grandfather who was constantly sick, Sukuna had no choice but to bring Yuji to school with him at times. You’ve taken a liking to him long before you did with his older brother—which Sukuna has used to his advantage many times in the past—and after nearly a decade since you first laid your eyes on the boy, you are the closest thing he has to a mother.

So no, it wasn’t just nothing. The same six year old boy who used to fall asleep in your arms, while waiting for his asshole brother to finish a mission, suddenly had a black eye, and no words would’ve described the anger you had felt in that moment.

“Wait,” you cut him off, “did he tell you not to tell me? Is that why you haven’t reached out to me since we broke up?”

“No! I just,” he forced out another laugh, “I just didn’t think you’d wanna hear from me after what he did.”

“I would never punish you for your brother's crimes. You should know that,” you crossed your arms and sighed.

It nearly brought tears to the kids eyes, mainly because you were the only one who wasn’t afraid to talk shit about Sukuna with him. He tries with his grandpa, but that old sack of shit will start listing all the things that are wrong with him afterwards. A world without you was a lonely one.

“How about I take you and your classmates out this weekend? I know Gojo tries to give you guys a break, but I’m sure that’s just as stressful as lessons.”

“Yeah, sure! Thanks. I’m sure Megumi and Nobara would love that, too.”

“Great,” you say almost absentmindedly as you pull out your phone and bring it up to your ear. “I’ll have Ijichi clear out your Saturday just in case—Hello? Hey! I’m taking the first year’s out this Saturday, we’re—“

Yuji could barely make out what Ijichi was saying, but his eyes began to widen as the conversation went on.

“Hey, Ijichi?”

“Y-yes?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“N-no! But the missions!”

“Give them to Sukuna, he hardly works anyway,” you quickly decided. “Where is he, by the way?”

Yuji’s heart drops to his fucking ass, and would’ve interrupted you had you not shushed him the moment he opened his mouth.

“Okay, great! Thanks. Bye.”

“…what are you gonna do?” the boy cautiously asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved a hand. “It’ll be fine.”

It was not fine.

Sukuna showed up the next day to drop off paperwork with a black eye to match Yuji’s.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Yuji began. “I didn’t know she’d—“

“Don’t.” Sukuna quickly held his hand out in an attempt to shut his little brother up. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word.”

The last thing he wanted was to relive the absolute horror you put him through after breaking into his apartment. At first he thought you had finally unblocked his number and saw the messages he had sent, but that was clearly wishful thinking on his end—nothing good ever comes from an ex breaking into your home.

You wouldn’t be surprised if all the times he’s tried to reach out to you since then have just been attempts to get even with you. He’s a vengeful man at heart and would gladly blow thousands away on new phones to call you if that meant he’d finally be able to get some justice for himself.

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[blkkizzat]

𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤~♡ 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐥!𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐭 𝟒. The 4 Times Caracal!Sukuna Fails To Make You An Outdoor Cat And The 1 Time He Succeeds  

cw: caracal!sukuna x housecat!reader. reader is still a cute dummy dumb kitty. sukuna still our surly big kitty and gojo is still our annoyingly pervy owner hehe.

Caracal!Sukuna who is determined to turn you into an outdoor cat or break you trying. 

There is no other alternative. 

The last and final straw came after you tilted your pretty vacant little head and asked—with genuine, blinking sincerity—if Exotic Pet Owner!Gojo could come inside the nest to see how you were organizing your plushies.

The nest. His nest. 

The one he built with his bare fucking claws for you. 

Deconstructed the entire bedroom, furniture and all to make the perfect den for you with those silly little fairy lights, stuffies and fuzzy cushions. Yet despite scenting it constantly, soaking the cushions with enough of your squirt and his cum to have the place smelling like freshly fucked ass 24/7—that floofy little head of yours still can’t process the basic understanding of what a nest is. 

Fundamentally, anyone but your mate entering the nest should trigger territorial aggression in both partners at the mere whiff of an outsider. 

Like any feline, your hindbrain should riot. But your hindbrain is near mush and does not riot. 

Instead, it has you cooing as you present to him a stuffed penguin with a tophat.

“Penpen has a lil’ hat Kuna, Toru got him a lil’ tophat, isn’t it cute?~♡”

Sukuna closes his eyes. Counts to five. 

He tries explaining it, sits you on his knee and uses small words to breakdown just how sacred a nest is and that scent contamination is a violation on the most primal of levels, that no species of animal or hybrid ever in existence would allow that.

“Ah! Gotcha~♡!” 

You nod eagerly, your serious eyes shimmering in determination, tail flicking. It's a performance of focus so convincing Sukuna almost believed you absorbed it fully as you hugged him and thanked him for explaining it so easily.

But did you grasp it?

No, how could you?

Especially when it’s not even twenty goddamn minutes later Sukuna comes back from a quick perimeter check to find Gojo—crouched at the threshold of the nest, one foot already over the edge, while you kneel inside holding the penguin in position against a pile of cushions.

"More to the left, princess." Gojo gestures lazily from the threshold. "No—my left, babe."

You huff softly and reposition the stuffie, shifting on your knees and with every degree increase of your bend, your slip ride higher up the backs of your thighs with the movement. Gojo tilts his head, his gaze dropping well below whereever the hell Penpen is.

"This left, toru ♡?" You look back at him for approval.

"Mm-hm." But Gojo's not looking at the penguin.

Hasn't been for the last thirty seconds.

You're bent forward on all fours adjusting a plushie and your tail is swishing through that new little heart-shaped cutout he had recently ordered for all your panties—the one that's technically for convenience but the sheer silky fabric gives him a real generous view of everything framing it.

Your plush, fat bottom cheeks in full view now.

"Perfect. Penpen's the centerpiece now." And so are you, sweetheart, Gojo grins more deviously, humming to himself.

All of which is completely un-fucking-acceptable to Sukuna.

Caracal!Sukuna who's hiss fills the room the way he fills every space—oppressively and with the implicit promise of violence.

Gojo, to his marginal credit, freezes. Turning around slowly, he holds up both hands with that infuriating grin already spreading across his face.

“E-Easy, now Kuna-cat.”

Sukuna’s eyes flash from the infuriating nickname Gojo had recently bestowed on him.

“I was invited.” Gojo stresses looking at you for backup, but you are no good for him either, apparently now distracted by the fact your floofy tail knocked over another plushy after being startled by Kuna’s hiss and now busy righting the fallen stuffie back in its correct place with the focus of a neurosurgeon.

Sukuna knows Gojo was invited though and that fact pisses him off more than anything especially after the convo you just had.

"Remove yourself immediately or I will remove your jugular." Sukuna grits, trying to practice restraint for your sake but the hairs on him are all up on end.

"Technically I'm not even insi—"

"You're breathing on it. Your vomit-inducing fruity scent is permeating the perimeter seeping in deeper by the second. Get. Out." 

Grinning, Gojo retreats quickly, his sing-song voice reminding you about “bath time” in an hour, a fact which makes Sukuna’s eye twitch but this is more pressing.

You're still inside, sitting in the middle of your nest, watching the tail end of the exchange with vague confusion.

“Huh? Why’d Toru go?” You blink sweetly.

“Brat what did I tell you?” Sukuna growls displeased, his shadow now looming over you.

“But I remembered! He didn’t need to come inside to see where Penpen was gonna—”

"—I don't give two shits about Penpen." Sukuna barks.

Instantly dejected you look down at the penguin in your hands, then back up at Sukuna, eyes filling with tears.

"...Y-You *sniff* don't like Penpen, Kuna?"

Sukuna stares at you. 

He’s attempting to put his foot down, to be a hardass. You deserved it for disobeying him and prioritizing some damn stuffed bullshit over your nest.

Yet Sukuna is realizing the more he is around you the harder it is to ignore that damn annoying itch behind his ribs and how his teeth start to grind that whenever you’re unhappy with him—or about anything for that matter. The annoying primal need to care and provide for you biologically wired into him is infuriating at times.

But not this time. This time he's going to resist. To teach you a lesson.

He's not going to give in to a silly fluffy little— 

But then you pout, catching one of your tiny canines on the bottom of your soft wobbling lip and Sukuna crumbles like a fresh box of cat litter.

Goddamn it. 

"Gimme that fucking thing.” 

Sukuna snatches Penpen from you and puts it where he thinks it will go best—cause two things for sure: Gojo lacked both the taste for decoration and the authority to place anything in his damn nest.

You brighten instantly, tears gone as you curl into Sukuna’s side and rub up against him sweetly.

“Awe, I love where you put Penpen best, Kuna~~♡. You’re so good at this!” You coo happily.

Caracal!Sukuna who tries to scowl but his tail swishing proudly gives him away.

Yet this is the crux of the problem—you have no instincts worth the name. Every ounce of territorial wiring in you had been smothered out of you under cashmere blankets, caviar and too many inappropriate belly rubs by your pervert owners who as far as Sukuna was concerned are borderline swingers—Gojo, at least, for sure. 

And Sukuna would kill every living thing in this damn conservatory before that happens.

Yet he has to remind himself while the mere thought of Gojo and Geto’s guts shredding in his claws is satisfying as hell—for some reason Caracal!Sukuna can’t stand the thought of you being left all alone after hybrid-control would inevitably catch him and put him down.

He's your mate for goddsake, he couldn't abandon you.

So, he has to transform you into a proper wild feline. Toughen you up. Get some dirt under those dainty little paws of yours, maybe some blood too. Teach you how to hunt.

That's right, Sukuna thinks he should have thought of this sooner. And what more apt time than the present? Wildcat boot camp starts—

Sukuna freezes.

All his thoughts crash into oblivion—you bent in front of him now giving him his own eye full of those sinful little panties you're wearing as your soft lips now placing a chaste kiss on his hakama pants right over his now twitching cock. 

You’re nuzzling lower and lower, sniffing up all his musky pheromones simmering in his balls and purring in the sultry tone of yours that might as well be a goddamn pavlovian bell to Sukuna’s ears. As your mate, of course Sukuna knows by the mere pitch of your meows alone just how much that wet pussy of yours is fucking dripping right now—even before he gets a whiff of your intoxicating scent. 

Damn. There it is and now he's bricked.

Caracal!Sukuna who will have to re-scent the entryway sooner or later. He'd smell that blue-eyed freak for weeks otherwise. But you're not thinking that far ahead—you're pawing at the hem of his pants, trying to push them down with clumsy, needy hands, your only concern being getting that insatiable little cunt stuffed.

Tsk.

Training could start tomorrow.

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 2026. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

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Bully!Sukuna takes your virginity

Cw: sex in frat house, p in v, creampie, loss of virginity, pet names, daddy kink, degradation, face slapping, fingering, spit play, dacryphilia, fucking in gojo's room, MDNI 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Wc: 4.8k (lots of sex, thanks to anon for being patient w me, i hope u like it ^^)

Wandering through the loud crowd of people, with sweaty bodies pressing against each other and music blaring from enormous speakers, you slowly begin to regret your decision to come to this frat party.

Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a good idea after all.

Sukuna had texted you the address and invitation barely an hour ago, telling you that the frat bros were throwing a party for Gojo's birthday. Apparently, almost everyone you knew was going to be there, and you don’t want to spend another weekend alone or feel like you’re missing out, so you eventually give in.

Dragging your feet, you took a cold shower, spent a little longer than usual getting ready, and did some light makeup, just enough to enhance your natural features. A little black mascara and some pink sparkly lip gloss—nothing too over the top. You weren't exactly trying to make a statement tonight. Parties weren't really your thing in the first place, and you certainly weren't planning on attracting anyone's attention.

You chose a baby-pink strapless dress that fell around your knees. It wasn't too revealing, but it wasn't exactly conservative either. You thought it was a safe choice—pretty enough for a party without making you feel like you were dressed completely out of your comfort zone or a total slut.

The colour was almost identical to Sukuna's hair.

You refuse to acknowledge that you noticed that when you picked it.

By the time you arrive at the frat house, however, you immediately realise you've come at possibly the worst time of the night.

The party is already in full swing.

The front door is wide open, with music spilling out onto the street and people coming and going without bothering to knock. You take a tentative step inside and are immediately hit by the combined smell of alcohol, perfume and something vaguely sweaty that you decide you don't want to identify.

The living room is packed. Purple and green lights flash across the walls, making everything look strangely distorted, while people shout over the music and dance in whatever tiny spaces they can find.

Some are already stumbling around with drinks in their hands, others are pressed against the walls making out, and the sofa is practically occupied by couples who seem to have forgotten that they're in a public room, having sex like wild animals.

You quickly look away.

Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for anyone familiar, but you don't immediately recognise anyone.

Then again, you barely know anyone here.

You suddenly wonder if you should just turn around and go home. Maybe you can text Sukuna and tell him you weren't feeling well.

You take one step backward—

—and someone crashes directly into your shoulder, causing you to stumble backward.

“Ouch.”

“Watch where you're going, stupid—”

Sukuna’s irritated voice cuts off the moment he realises who he has just bumped into. His sentence dies halfway when he looks at you.

His expression changes almost immediately.

He almost doesn’t recognise you at first. Not because you look different, but because you look far prettier than he remembers.

For a second, he simply stares.

His eyes travel slowly from your face down to the soft pink dress you’re wearing. The delicate fabric hugs your figure around the waist before falling loosely around your legs, making you look almost too innocent for the thoughts running through his mind.

A slow smirk spreads across his face.

Just as you’re about to apologise and walk past him, he catches you by the arms, stopping you in your tracks.

Naturally, you turn toward him.

Your eyes land on the familiar tattoos winding around his wrist before travelling upward.

Sukuna looks painfully attractive as always. He's wearing a black cap backwards, his pink hair poking messily out from underneath it. His grey tank top exposes his collarbones and muscular arms, while the dim party lights catch against the silver chain hanging loosely around his neck. He looks completely at home here, unlike you, who already feels like you made a terrible mistake by stepping through the front door. The flickering lights cast shadows across his features, somehow making him look even more intimidating.

“Sukuna, I’m sorry, I was—”

“It’s okay, princess.” His expression softens into an amused grin.

“It’s too crowded in here for you, I know.”

Before you can answer, he pulls you against his chest, seemingly more concerned about some drunk idiot bumping into you again than anything else.

“Come on. Follow me.”

He doesn’t give you much of a chance to respond before leading you through the swarm of people.

You don’t recognise most of them, but you can tell that several are members of the fraternity. A few pat Sukuna on the shoulder as he passes, while others raise their cups toward him in greeting. He acknowledges them with a brief nod but doesn't stop.

His large, calloused hand remains intertwined with yours the entire time, his grip firm enough to make sure you don’t get separated from him in the crowd.

Eventually, he leads you into the kitchen, where the main island is covered with bottles of liquor and half-empty cups. A few guys are standing around talking, the music noticeably quieter here, making it easier to actually hear one another.

You immediately notice several pairs of eyes turning toward you.

Your shoulders are bare. You tug lightly at the top of your dress, suddenly conscious of how exposed your shoulders are.

You instinctively pull your arms over yourself and lower your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

You’ve always hated attention from boys, especially from guys your own age.

Sukuna notices almost immediately.

“Stop fucking looking at her,” he warns, his voice suddenly much colder. “She’s mine. One more look and I’m breaking your ugly faces.”

The guys quickly look away, and a few of them even find an excuse to leave the kitchen.

Sukuna watches them disappear before turning back toward you. He sets down the glass of whiskey he’s holding before stepping closer. Then, without much effort, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you onto the cool marble countertop as though you weigh nothing.

You let out a startled gasp, your feet dangling above the floor.

One of his arms braces against the cabinet above your head while the other rests against your waist, keeping you steady. Your dress bunches slightly around your thighs as you sit there, suddenly very aware of how close he is.

Sukuna reaches up and brushes a few stray strands of hair away from your shoulder, exposing the side of your neck. The back of his fingers slowly traces along your cheek as he studies your adorable pouty face.

“Did you miss me, princess?”

His voice is low, his breath warm against your ear.

“N-no.” You swallow nervously. “You told me to come, remember?”

His crimson eyes narrow slightly as he stares at you.

You grip the edge of the counter, suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself.

He only hums in response, lowering his head to take in the scent of whatever perfume you’re wearing. You instinctively shut your eyes when you feel his lips brush against your neck, a wet muscle darting out to lick a stripe from your neck up to your jaw. You feel his arms moving around your torso as though shielding you from everyone else behind him.

Sukuna presses a few slow, lingering kisses against your neck, making you instinctively draw your knees closer together. Heat spreads through your body, dangerously traveling down your spine, and you suddenly become far too aware of how close the two of you are. He starts sucking and biting all over the sides of your sensitive neck, angling his head to take in more of your soft skin.

Carefully, he reaches up and cups your jaw, wrapping a hand around your throat to pull you in closer before pressing his lips against yours.

The minty vanilla-scented lip gloss spreads across his tastebuds. He angles your head, and you gasp, opening your mouth as his tongue dips into your wet cavern, swiping behind your teeth and all across the roof of your mouth. Your hands grip onto his broad shoulders, manicured nails digging deep into his skin when he bites down on your swollen lips.

“Mmngh—” you yelp at the sensation, and he pulls away, releasing his grip on your neck as he smiles eagerly at you.

A million thoughts rush through your mind when you realise that you just kissed him. You try to ignore the wetness building in your panties, wondering how it would feel if Sukuna kissed you lower, until he reaches your—

“Heyyy! Glad that you made it!”

Gojo's voice cuts through the moment, loud enough to be heard over the music spilling in from the living room.

You immediately turn toward him.

Judging by the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand and the slight slur in his voice, you can tell he's already had more than a few drinks. He strolls over to the two of you, grabs an empty plastic cup from the kitchen island and pours you a shot.

“From me to you, princess.”

Gojo holds the cup out toward you with an exaggerated grin.

You hesitate before accepting it with slightly shaky fingers.

“T-thank you. And happy birthday.”

You try your best not to sound awkward as you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip.

Both men watch you with amused expressions.

Gojo starts chatting with Sukuna for a while, leaving you sitting on the counter as you quietly finish your drink. You set the empty cup down beside you and glance around the kitchen.

The music seems to wrap around your body. You can practically feel the bass vibrating through your chest, even from this part of the house. The kitchen is becoming more crowded by the minute, with people squeezing past one another to grab drinks, sprawling across chairs and countertops as the alcohol slowly takes over their senses.

Everywhere you look, there's another group of people laughing too loudly, shouting over the music or stumbling around with drinks in their hands. A few couples are practically making out in the middle of the room, completely oblivious to everyone around them.

You swallow nervously.

This entire atmosphere is overwhelming.

You aren't used to parties like this, and being surrounded by so many loud, intoxicated people makes you feel increasingly out of place.

Your fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your dress as you glance toward Sukuna.

Gojo smiles before leaving the two of you alone. You watch as Sukuna walks toward you again, and before you can react, he picks you up from the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist before kissing you again, much more roughly this time.

His hand moves to palm your ass over the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing the fat of your cheeks as his tongue dips into your awaiting mouth, abusing your lips as he bites down on your bottom one, drawing small hints of blood.

Your head spins, but in an exhilarating way. This is really happening.

When he pulls away again, there’s something mischievous and dark in Sukuna’s eyes.

Before you have a chance to speak, Sukuna holds you tighter and carries you through the large, messy crowd, occasionally grinding his crotch against your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“W-wait, Sukuna. Where are you taking me?”

You try to cover yourself as best as you can. Your little pink dress is riding up, and your ass is currently in the air. It is hard to smooth down the skirt while facing backward.

“Shhh, it’s okay, princess. Just be good, yeah?”

Sukuna smirks before smacking your hand away every time you try to pull the fabric down. Eventually, you give up and resign yourself to being carried wherever it is that Sukuna plans to take you.

Whispers follow you as he walks down the hallway, carrying you in his arms like a lost puppy. It’s painfully obvious what everyone assumes is happening as there would be no question about what Sukuna was carrying a girl off to do, and the thought makes your face burn.

You hear the sound of footsteps against the hardwood floor and glance behind you, seeing Sukuna walking up a flight of stairs. At the top is another hallway lined with multiple rooms. Some of the doors are open, and inside are couples already midway through having sex, having forgotten to close their doors. Their loud groans and moans confirm that they are fucking.

Finally, Sukuna comes to a stop in front of one of the doors at the far end of the hallway.

“Move it,” he commands, his voice rough.

You hear someone quickly step out of the way before the door opens. Sukuna carries you inside what you assume is his bedroom in the frat house.

The moment he enters, he kicks the door shut behind him. The cool air brushes against your skin, and the sounds of the party become muffled behind the closed door. In the sudden quiet, your brain finally catches up with what exactly you’re doing.

Sukuna is about to fuck you for the first time in the middle of a party at their frat house.

He takes a few more steps into the room before lowering you carefully onto the middle of the bed, probably the only gentle gesture you’re getting tonight.

You have only a few seconds to look around.

The walls are dark, and there’s a study table near the bed. The only light comes through the windows, with one side of the curtains drawn. The bedsheets are soft and white, with two pillows resting beneath the headboard.

The more you look around, the more you realise that the room is almost the opposite of Sukuna.

You expected something darker and messier, considering the way he usually carries himself. Instead, everything is surprisingly simple and neat.

Maybe that’s just his style.

You don’t think too much about it, though, because you are quickly distracted by Sukuna’s weight on the bed next to you. He grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you again with an urgency that leaves you breathless.

“Get up. On my lap now, like a good girl.”

He spreads his legs and gestures for you to sit with him.

You obey, sitting on Sukuna’s lap and feeling his erection through his sweats pressing into you. You can make out the size; it is almost bigger than your forearm and girthy. Convinced that everyone probably sees his cock straining against his sweats as he carries you into the bedroom, the thought should make you feel embarrassed, but it only makes the wetness in your panties grow and your tongue probe deeper into his mouth.

You know very well that everything about him is wrong.

And yet, being this close to him is intoxicating.

Placing both hands around his shoulders, you lower your hips to grind down on his throbbing erection, desperate for some friction.

“You like that, brat?”

Sukuna smiles into the kiss, both of his palms resting on the curves of your ass.

You nod in response before he spins you around so your back is pressed against his broad, muscular chest. His lips immediately find your bruised neck, leaving a series of sharp bites and teasing kisses along your skin. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

His hands dip lower, pulling down the zipper behind your dress agonizingly slowly. You wish that he would just rip it off you quickly, saving you from embarrassment. You feel your heart beating loudly in your chest as the both of you watch your dress come off slowly, revealing your bare breasts to him.

You couldn’t find a bra that would match the dress, so you opted out and decided at the last minute not to wear one.

“Fuck—look at you, making this easier for me,”

Sukuna groans into your ear before cupping both your breasts, rolling and pinching your hardened nipples. He continues to nip at the juncture of your shoulder, pushing aside your hair to give him better access. His hands squeeze tightly around your breasts, and finally, you can’t help but let a moan escape.

The cute sound of you moaning seems to spark a flame in Sukuna, and he bucks his hips up into you, teasing you relentlessly. You are on the verge of begging him to touch you down there.

“Tell daddy you like it,” Sukuna whispers into your ear.

All you do in response is whimper, still desperate for some relief from the straining, pulsing need in your virgin pussy.

When you still don’t respond, he grabs your jaw and slaps you, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to bring you to attention.

“Y-yes, daddy, please,” you beg, feeling yourself getting hornier with every passing minute.

He slaps you across the face, harder this time, making your cunt pulse again. Something must be wrong with you for liking this.

“Please what? Come on, princess. Say it properly,” he hisses the words against the side of your face, his deep voice driving a nail of desire into you.

As Sukuna trails his tongue over your shoulder, his hand travels down your naked skin until he reaches your soaked panties, pulling them off you in a single motion and spreading both your legs even wider.

“Hmm, princess? Or I could just stop right now,” he teases, waiting for your response.

“No, please, daddy. F-fuck me, please.” You look up at him with wide, teary eyes.

You can feel how soaked you are when he traces a finger between your folds, making you jolt and arch your back before bringing his fingers closer to your face. You can clearly see thin strings of wetness on his fingertips.

“Such a slut, aren’t you?” Sukuna teases while his hand wraps around your throat, forcing your eyes to look at him while he uses his fingers to work you open.

“Let’s prep you first, yeah, princess?”

Sukuna uses the tips of his middle and index fingers, swirling them around your sensitive bud and rubbing in tiny circles that make you squirm. His fingers occasionally brush past your entrance, teasing your untouched, wet hole.

After a few seconds of that, he slowly pushes his thick middle finger into you, causing you to inhale a sharp breath. His other hand digs his fingers into the side of your neck, forcing you to look down at his actions. You wince at the stretch, but you are so wet that it doesn’t hurt too badly. That is until you feel his ring finger entering you simultaneously.

“Ahhh, Sukuna, take it out, please.” One of your hands grabs at his wrist.

“No, you can take it, brat. Look how wet you are.” He starts pumping in and out of your hole at a slow pace, feeling himself getting impossibly harder whenever your cunt clenches around his fingers.

Slowly, the pain burns into something resembling pleasure when you start fucking yourself back onto his fingers, your fingers digging into both of his tattooed forearms as you moan his name.

He continues finger-fucking you harder now, curling the tips against your G-spot over and over before pulling out and slapping his wet fingers onto your swollen clit repeatedly.

“Hnggh—daddy, don’t tease me, please.” You reach down to grab his fingers, attempting to push them back inside you.

Sukuna watches your desperate expression while palming himself through his sweats.

If anything, he is just as needy as you are right now.

“That’s enough, brat.” That is all he says before he lifts you up and tosses you onto the bed. You land on your back.

You watch intensely as he undresses himself, throwing his cap onto the floor, removing his clothes, and pulling down his boxers in one swift motion.

That’s when you see it: his fully erect, thick and girthy cock springs up, reaching just below his belly button. The tip is flushed red, with precum leaking down the veins on both sides.

You swallow a thick gulp of saliva, suddenly nervous at the thought of him fucking you with that. Before you can say something, you watch as he walks over to the tiny bedside table and opens all the drawers impatiently.

Sounds of rummaging can be heard as Sukuna searches for something in all three drawers. He curses under his breath before slamming them all shut.

“Fuck, where the hell are the condoms?” he snaps before turning back to look at you.

For a second, your mind wonders why he wouldn’t know where he keeps the condoms. It is his room… right?

Before your thoughts can continue to spiral, Sukuna climbs onto the bed, hovering over your smaller frame. He leans down, and his bare chest presses against you. He spits into his palm, spreading and swirling his fingers around your entrance. Not that you weren’t already almost unbelievably wet.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for daddy while he fucks you good, right, little one?”

Sukuna groans as he lifts both of your legs up. You feel your pussy throb at his filthy words, and you nod, urging him to press into you.

Sukuna teases you by slapping the tip of his cock against your clit, spitting directly onto your hole and spreading the wetness around with just the tip. He pauses for a moment, making you curl your toes in anticipation.

“Are you a virgin, baby girl?” Sukuna asks just before he is about to enter you.

Weakly, you look at him with your watery puppy eyes, nodding your head. You are already super sensitive from all the teasing, and the last thing you need is for him to refuse you. Sukuna smirks at your answer before cradling your face.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. Let me know if it hurts.” You feel more heat creeping onto your cheeks, and before you know it, Sukuna slams into you.

The sudden stretch of his huge cock inside you is stinging; it nearly knocks the breath out of you. Even with all the preparation and foreplay, it still hurts to be split wide open on his cock.

But this pain is strangely addictive in a way you never knew.

Tears start to spill across the sides of your face. You feel every muscle in your body tense as the burn spreads within your tight walls, all the way up to your chest.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’re doing so good f’me.” He leans down to stroke your hair, still not moving and giving you time to adjust to his length. His other hand goes down to rub circles onto your bundle of nerves, trying to distract you from the pain.

“M-move, please, daddy.” You beg once half of the pain subsides.

Immediately, he starts pumping in and out of you, splitting you open again and again on his cock. He grabs you roughly as he fucks you, then leans down and kisses you deeply, swallowing your soft little moans.

“Look so cute taking my cock, little one.” He hums, holding your legs higher so he can drive his cock into you deeper, hitting that one spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck, hnggh—dadddyyy.” You whine and tug at his soft hair as his tongue travels down your neck to your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples before moving to the other.

He is hitting a spot inside you that makes you clench around him with every thrust. His cock feels like it was made to fuck you.

“Like it when you call me daddy, baby,” Sukuna growls.

You scream while clinging to him tightly for dear life, afraid that he might fuck you right off the bed. You know that Sukuna is capable of doing so.

After a few minutes, Sukuna pulls his cock out of you, and you immediately whine at the loss of heat. You need him to fill you up.

He lies against the pillows, patting his thighs and gesturing for you to come over. You obey, and he grips your waist, letting you straddle him.

“Be good for daddy. Ride me, okay, princess?” He reaches down to fist his glistening cock, covered with your slick, before pushing just the tip inside you, watching as your head falls back and your mouth opens.

The pain spreads across you all over again as he gently guides you down until his cock is fully sheathed inside you. You feel Sukuna all over you in your lower belly, especially when he presses his palm against your tummy. You swear you can feel it bulging inside you.

“Move, please, princess, before I cum,”

Sukuna groans as your walls continue clenching around his girth. He feels his balls tighten just by looking at your cock-drunk face.

Slowly, you place both hands onto his shoulders and start moving your hips up and down, each stroke burying his cock to the hilt as you feel his balls against your ass. A sharp smack on your ass sends another wave of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, daddyy!” you scream when he lifts you up and starts thrusting up into you. You cover your mouth with your hands to muffle your moans when you hear footsteps outside the door.

Sukuna keeps pounding you roughly, unbothered by whoever is outside. One of his hands reaches down to rub your clit harshly from side to side, whispering filthy praises into your ear as more tears run down your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ slut, what if someone walks in right now? You’d like that, hmm? Look at daddy, princess.”

His cock is pistoning in and out of you while he rubs your clit. Before you know it, your pussy clamps around his cock, and you come in a broken moan.

Sukuna watches as you come apart on his cock. He starts fucking into you faster, chasing his own high and using you like a toy to get himself off. And yet, it still feels so good. He bites you everywhere, so roughly—your neck, your tits, your wrist. You feel so full of him everywhere.

You want Sukuna to fuck you forever.

“Fuck, princess, daddy is so close.”

After one final deep thrust, he cums deep inside your tight, warm cunt, hot spurts of sperm erupting from his shaft and filling you until the point of overflowing. The sensation triggers another small orgasm from you, and you feel the thick liquid spilling out around you in sticky ropes that stain your inner thighs.

The sheets beneath you are damp with sweat and your fluids. You whine as Sukuna pulls out of you, letting you collapse on top of his huge body as he wraps his arms around you protectively.

The moment is cut short when you hear the doorknob twist and someone enters the room.

“Dude, how many times did I tell you to—”

Gojo steps into his room, switching on the lights before his eyes land on you and Sukuna lying naked on his soaked sheets.

More Bully!Sukuna here ↓

FULL MASTERLIST

A/N: this is my longest fic graaaah ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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JJK men & kissing - headcanons

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

HIGURUMA

Higuruma kisses like a man who spends entirely too much time thinking before he does anything, so the beginning is almost painfully restrained: a hand settling at your waist, his eyes dropping briefly toward your mouth, that tiny hesitation where you can practically hear him deciding whether kissing you right now is sensible.

And then he does, and apparently all that self-control was being held together with office staples and professional dissatisfaction.

His kisses are slow, deep, and heavy. Higuruma isn't particularly playful about it; he likes lingering against your mouth, kissing you once, separating barely enough to breathe, then immediately coming back because apparently the first one wasn't sufficient.

Definitely cups your jaw. Thumb against your cheek, fingers slipping behind your ear, quietly directing your face where he wants it without ever making the gesture feel hurried.

After an especially terrible day at work, though? Different man. You barely get to greet him before he's loosening his tie with one hand and pulling you toward him with the other.

He has this habit of breathing your name against your mouth when things get heated, low and exhausted and almost irritated by how badly he wants you.

Loves when you're sitting on his desk and he's standing between your knees. There is something about the position that dismantles the last remnants of his professionalism remarkably quickly.

TOJI

Toji doesn't ask for kisses particularly often. He just gravitates toward you until suddenly there's an enormous man occupying approximately ninety percent of your personal space.

His favorite opening move is catching your chin between his fingers, looking at your mouth for an offensively long time, and waiting for you to close the distance. Smug bastard.

His kisses feel lazy right until they don't. One moment it's a slow press of his mouth against yours, the scar at his lip brushing your skin; the next, his hand has settled firmly on your ass and you're being pulled flush against him.

Bites. Not constantly, but enough that you've learned not to make an interesting sound when he catches your lower lip between his teeth unless you want him to immediately bit you until the tiny bead of blood appears.

His hands wander. Waist, lower back, hips, thigh, ass - less because he's consciously trying to seduce you and more because Toji is extremely tactile once you've got his attention.

Loves kissing your neck afterward, especially because he can feel your pulse against his mouth. If you squirm because he's too rough, you can actually feel the bastard grin against your skin.

CHOSO

Choso's first kisses were probably incredibly careful because this man approached kissing like he had unexpectedly been assigned responsible for a priceless artifact.

He has spent 150 years as a cursed womb, acquired a human body, freed his brothers, suffered approximately seventeen existential crises and now somehow he's expected to understand making out?

"Where do my hands go? Is that too much pressure? Was that noise good? She moved closer. Moving closer means good. Probably. Should I ask? Would asking ruin it?"

Meanwhile you're wondering why Choso has been staring at you from three inches away for thirty seconds.

Choso becomes addicted to kissing ridiculously quickly. Not necessarily sexual kissing, either. Kiss when you wake up. Kiss when you leave. Kiss when you come back. Kiss because you've been sitting beside him for twenty minutes and apparently that's an intolerable amount of time without affection.

He loves holding your face with both hands. There's something achingly sincere about it, like he wants all his attention concentrated on you.

You have to teach him to stop apologizing while kissing you.

When things become heated, his composure deteriorates spectacularly. His breathing gets heavier, kisses increasingly messy, and every tiny sound you make seems to encourage him.

Tell him, "Just like that, Cho," while kissing him and congratulations - you've just permanently installed that technique into his brain.

Praise absolutely destroys him. "You kiss me so nicely." Choso.exe has stopped responding.

He especially loves when you climb into his lap because his arms immediately close around your middle, holding you with this instinctive protectiveness while you kiss him stupid.

MAHITO

Mahito kisses like personal boundaries are an adorable little human custom somebody explained to him once and he immediately decided to ignore it.

There is absolutely no consistency.

Sometimes he'll give you an obnoxiously exaggerated MWAH! against the cheek purely to irritate you. Sometimes he'll grab your face and pepper kisses everywhere except your mouth because watching you become increasingly annoyed is apparently the greatest entertainment imaginable.

And sometimes he becomes eerily quiet. Those are the dangerous ones. Mahito is fascinated by reactions, which means kissing you inevitably becomes an experiment. What happens when he catches your lower lip? What happens when his hand settles against the back of your neck? What happens when he kisses beneath your jaw instead? Every discovery gets filed away.

When the two of you kiss, his mismatched eyes remain open more often than not - after all, Mahito would never waste an opportunity to study every tiny reaction flickering across your face.

Make a particularly interesting noise once and his eyes immediately open. He pulls back approximately half an inch. "Do that again." "No." "Why?" "Because you're being weird." "But you whined like a bitch, which means you liked it, haha!" And that enormous smile. Insufferable creature.

His kisses can switch from playful to unsettlingly intense without warning. That's what makes Mahito feel like Mahito: there's always something slightly wrong beneath the intimacy, an awareness that his understanding of affection doesn't operate according to normal human rules.

Definitely licks you, all over your face. Cheek. Jaw. Neck.

He thinks your disgust is hilarious.

If you grab his hair while kissing him, though, something changes. His eyelids lower and that manic energy concentrates into something much more focused. Then he wants to know why that felt different.

YUTA

A sweet kisser. Dangerously sweet.

Yuta has the deceptive advantage of looking like he'd be shy about everything, and initially he probably is; his first few kisses are soft enough that you're practically melting from how careful he's being.

Yuta is also intensely devoted. Once he's secure in the knowledge that you genuinely want him? The difference is startling. His hand settles behind your neck and suddenly that sweet little kiss has lasted three minutes.

His first kisses are ridiculously gentle because Yuta is terrified of imposing himself on somebody he loves. He waits for signals, lets you close the remaining distance, keeps his hands somewhere safe around your waist.

He's in love with forehead kisses, temple kisses, cheek kisses.

He has a habit of holding your hands whenever he kisses you, his fingers instinctively intertwining with yours as though keeping you close comes naturally to him.

GOJO

Annoying. So fucking annoying.

You lean forward to kiss him and Gojo deliberately moves backward. You try again. Backward again. "Satoru." "Hmm?" "Come here." "Aww. You want something?" The moment you threaten to leave, however, his hand catches your waist. Suddenly Mr. Untouchable has discovered physical contact.

Gojo's kisses are playful because everything is a game until something makes it serious. He smiles against your mouth constantly.

Loves stealing tiny kisses while you're talking.

Satoru’s kisses are often dictated entirely by his ever-changing mood. Sometimes, when he simply isn’t feeling particularly affectionate, he’ll shamelessly activate Infinity the moment you try to steal a kiss, watching your lips stop just short of his with that infuriatingly smug little grin. Other times, though, he seems completely incapable of getting enough of you, kissing you so frequently and insistently that your lips are left warm, swollen, and tender by the time he finally decides to give you a break.

Occasionally, you'll touch his face, or push his hair away from his forehead, and his whole demeanor quiets. Those kisses are slower. No jokes. No teasing. Just Satoru holding you close and kissing you with an intensity that reminds you that beneath the obnoxious personality is somebody who experiences attachment far more deeply than he likes people knowing.

GETO

Geto knows he's good at kissing. That's the problem.

He's extremely patient. If he catches you staring at his mouth, he won't immediately kiss you. He'll continue speaking as though he hasn't noticed, except there's suddenly the faintest curve at the corner of his lips.

His hand almost always ends up beneath your jaw or at the nape of your neck, thumb stroking slowly against your skin while he kisses you at precisely the pace that keeps you wanting more.

Geto's kisses are controlled. Warm. Deliberate. Even when they become heated, there's an elegance to him that never completely disappears.

Slide your fingers beneath his bun while kissing him, scratch gently against his scalp or loosen his hair tie and you'll feel that tiny hitch in his breathing that tells you you've finally managed to disturb that infuriating composure.

NANAMI

Nanami's affection is understated, so kisses frequently happen in passing. Before work or when he comes home. Against your temple while you're cooking. A quiet kiss to your forehead when he thinks you've already fallen asleep.

Making out with him is considerably rarer, which means when it happens you notice.

Nanami is exceptionally deliberate: one hand around your waist, the other beneath your jaw, and absolutely no unnecessary rushing.

He likes kissing you after he's loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up, which feels profoundly unfair for reasons you refuse to examine too closely.

Exhausted Nanami kisses slower, like he's deliberately forcing himself to come down from the day.

He would rather face the most powerful curse imaginable than admit that his entire day feels somehow wrong if he doesn’t get his morning kiss from you.

Public affection stays reserved: a hand at your back, fingers briefly touching yours, perhaps a kiss against your temple somewhere private enough that nobody is paying attention.

SUKUNA

Sukuna doesn't understand why humans place so much emotional significance on kissing.

To him, your mouth is another place from which he can provoke a reaction.

Kissing Sukuna feels less like receiving affection and more like entering a competition you weren't informed was happening.

Sukuna enjoys control, so he'll catch your jaw when you try pulling away and keep you close enough that your mouths still brush when either of you speaks.

He despises timid little kisses.

He's incredibly smug whenever he notices you getting flustered, but the fastest way to irritate him is acting unaffected.

He’ll kiss you so hard and relentlessly that you’re left teetering on the edge of consciousness, lungs burning from the lack of air, only for him to finally pull away and let a thin string of saliva remain stretched between your mouths, before giving you barely enough time to drag in a breath and crashing his lips against yours all over again.

The important distinction between Sukuna and someone like Mahito is that Sukuna isn't studying your reaction because he finds human intimacy mysterious; he watches because he's competitive about it. He wants the satisfaction of knowing exactly what effect he has on you.

YUJI

Yuji kisses with his entire personality. Warm, enthusiastic, affectionate and occasionally so eager that your teeth accidentally bump.

When he discovers he likes kissing his partner - you're receiving kisses for everything.

He's physically affectionate in general, so his arms automatically wind around you and pull you closer. If you're standing, they're around your waist; if you're lying together, he's pulling you against his chest; if you're sitting in his lap, you're probably not escaping anytime soon.

Yuji is also incredibly prone to smiling against your mouth. Half your kisses eventually become useless because Yuji starts grinning and then you start grinning because he's grinning.

When the atmosphere becomes heavier, he's surprisingly intense. He gets quieter. His hands stop fidgeting. His forehead rests against yours afterward while both of you catch your breath, and he'll give you one last tiny kiss because apparently ending on an even number wasn't affectionate enough.

MEGUMI

Megumi is an absolute nightmare to get to the first kiss stage. Not because he doesn't want you but because acknowledging that he wants something emotionally vulnerable apparently violates some obscure Fushiguro regulation.

What will frustrate you most is the fact that he still stares at your lips, and you catch him doing it at the most random moments - often enough that you start wondering why he keeps looking when he apparently has no intention of doing anything about it.

When you finally kiss him, he freezes for perhaps half a second before his hand catches your sleeve. That tiny fistful of fabric is somehow more intimate than anything else could've been because Megumi isn't naturally demonstrative. Holding onto you is the giveaway.

His kisses are quiet and surprisingly tender. Megumi doesn't perform affection. He isn't trying to impress you or prove he's good at it.

His ears always betray him, quickly turning red after you kissed his lips or even just a cheek.

During longer kisses, one hand eventually finds your waist while the other settles somewhere around the back of your neck, and that's when you discover Megumi has considerably more intensity buried underneath all that repression than he would ever voluntarily admit.

NAOYA

Naoya kisses with the same unbearable arrogance he brings to practically everything else. He doesn't approach kissing as some tender little exchange between equals; in his mind, you're the fortunate one, and he fully expects you to behave accordingly. Which means he absolutely hates when you make him wait.

He likes holding your chin when he kisses you, thumb beneath it and fingers curled along your jaw, tipping your face upward because he likes having control over the situation.

His kisses aren't particularly gentle, either. They're demanding, impatient, almost competitive, especially once you've bruised his ego somehow. He kisses like he's trying to win an argument neither of you agreed was happening.

Naoya is absolutely the type to pull away just enough to watch what he's done to you. Your breathing uneven, cheeks warm, lips swollen, and that awful little smirk appears. “Look at you. so fucking pathetic. Be grateful you even got a kiss, woman."

Naoya thinks your irritation is incredibly attractive.

Naoya isn't naturally sentimental about kissing your forehead or cheek, either. He'd probably call that kind of affection childish.

Jealous Naoya becomes noticeably more possessive about affection. Not because he's going to admit to jealousy - bitch please, his ego would burst into flames first - but because another man paying too much attention to you suddenly steps into his territory.

Cup his face and kiss him slowly without trying to provoke him, and there might be the briefest moment where he simply lets you take over control. Even if for just a few seconds.

Naoya is also petty enough to withhold a kiss if the two of you have been arguing.

He’s the type to slip his tongue into your mouth at practically every opportunity, though, as if a simple, innocent kiss is somehow never quite enough for him.

@maplewood-valley

[fireladylisa]

a 𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷 mini series

ა ˙˖ in which → your best friend sukuna’s nerdy twin brother ryomen hates you and you've made it your life's mission to get him to finally notice you as more than a dumb sorority girl. your plan? fake date his academic rival satoru gojo until he breaks .ᐟ you don’t expect to fall for them both.

⤳ warnings: takes place in the early 00's :: p in v sex :: spitting :: degradation kink :: yandere!ryomen , sweetheart!satoru:: threesome :: possessive traits :: toxic love :: choking :: angst :: humiliation rituals tbh :: you fall first but ryo falls harder :: breeding, obvi

featuring 𝓯. reader

𝜗ৎ chapter 𝓸𝓷𝓮 :: pretty girls don't lie, they improvise

𝜗ৎ chapter 𝓽𝔀𝓸 :: satoru, can you fuck me?

𝜗ৎ chapter 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 :: poor ryo and his kink for slutty sorority girls

𝜗ৎ chapter 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 :: read all about it! ryo’s in his feelings and he can't get out of it

𝜗ৎ chapter 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 :: it's raining nerds!

ryomen and reader’s aesthetic

taglist status: open until sept 17th! comment to be added <𝟑

꒰ short series, each chapter will be around 3k words! ꒱

credits!

sukuna art by @winterrbluess, butterfly divider @aliienangel , bow divider @solitary-serendipity , pink divider by strangergraphics , pink star and heart gif recolored by me and header divider edit by me <3 feel free to use!