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━━⠀⠀TEMPORARY CHEMISTRY ; e. yeager (chapter ten)

modern!eren yeager x fem!reader

summary: you have a crush on jean kirstein and your friend eren yeager has a solution: fake date him to make jean jealous enough to notice you. unfortunately, eren is very good at pretending to be your boyfriend.

words: 2.2k

part: 10/? (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5) (pt 6) (pt 7) (pt 8) (pt 9)

content warning(s): modern au, college au, frat boy eren, mentions of drinking and doing recreational drugs. mentions of sex. eventual smut. no so slowburn. friends to lovers. porn with some plot. minors dni.

chapter specific warning(s): nothing :P

author's note: there will be two more chapters left of temporary chemistry :) thank you guys so much for support and i've enjoyed writing this story so much. i will be back with another modern eren fic after temporary chemistry is done, so look out for that :D

The internet refused to let anything die. 

After the incident the morning after the formal where your very personal, very private life had been broadcasted to the thousands of people who went to your university. Normally, it would be funny, like that time Eren got on the gossip website because he drunkenly tried to climb the campus clock tower at two in the morning and someone recorded him getting into a verbal fight with campus security. 

That was funny. 

This was really fucking not. 

Two days had passed, and instead of moving on like Eren promised you everyone would, people had somehow become more invested. The original video had accumulated nearly five thousand likes, someone edited the fight to Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac and it had unfortunately gone semi-viral on Tik Tok. Slow motion videos. Screenshots. Polls about who won the fight. 

Worst of all, people were starting to wonder why this happened in the first place. Because if there was anything you learned about college students, it was that they would drag out this drama for as long as possible as long as they were getting enough clicks on social media or laughs in public spaces. It wasn’t a big, huge phenomenon. You knew that you weren’t suddenly the most popular person on campus without people not knowing who you were, and it wasn’t like the Channel 9 News was going to cover this story in the late night news, but you could feel the weight. 

People were fucking nosy. 

connie: they have detectives now.

armin: they aren’t detectives, they’re college students with instagram accounts

reiner: what happened this time

connie: they’re still dming the acacia insta asking about who was there at the formal like we have a fucking roster or something

reiner: …. we do have a roster we literally have the rsvp list

connie: ok that’s not the fucking point

“You said it would be two days!” You complained to Eren, who sat next to you in the middle of the quad, a big blanket covering the grass while both of you sat underneath one of the trees. He was knee deep in eating some shawarma, barely listening to you while scrolling through Instagram reels at an annoyingly loud volume.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that annoyingly loud, but you were having a bad day.

“It’s been two days, and people are acting like I’m some mystery girl who charmed two guys into fighting over me.” 

Eren looked up from his phone, swallowing his bite. “Well . . . you kinda are.” 

“You are not helping!” You shouted at him, threatening to throw your textbook at him and making him instinctively flinch. He threw himself into a fit of laughter, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “It’s not funny, Eren!” 

“I know, I know,” he said through his laughs, which did nothing to convince you. He put his container of shawarma down on the blanket before reaching for the textbook you were still threatening to throw at him. “Put the weapon down.” A pause. “Please put the weapon down.” 

You allowed him to wrestle the textbook out of your hands, tossing it safely onto the other side of the blanket to where you couldn’t reach it without crawling all over him. His laughter stopped, leaving a smile that made the bruise along his jaw look like a very sexy memento from formal. 

“You promised,” you reminded him, voice softer now. “You promised it would die down and things would go back to normal.” 

“Okay,” he said, scooting a bit closer to you enough to feel his body heat radiating off of him. “I made an educated guess. There isn’t exactly a science to knowing the whims of bored college students and what they’ll do instead of focusing on actual classes.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘I promise.’” 

“Okay, well that was very irresponsible of me. I shouldn’t make promises about the attention span of college students and the unemployed agenda.” 

A grin spread along his face. 

You rolled your eyes, dropping backward onto the blanket and throwing your forearm over your eyes to block the sunlight out. “Now you’re just making fun of me.” 

Eren chucked again, scooting again so his leg was brushed up against yours. “You should probably be used to that by now. What has it been . . . sixteen or so years?” 

“And I’m regretting every single one of them.” 

“Awe come on you don’t mean that,” Eren teased, leaning over you and forcing your arm away from your eyes. “Gimme kiss.” 

Your face scrunched up. “Absolutely not.” 

“Gimme kiss.” 

“No.” 

“Just one.” 

“Fuck off Eren.” 

“One, teensy tiny little kiss.” 

“No you have shawarma breath,” you said. 

Eren’s mouth dropped open, genuinely offended. “What the fuck does that mean? I don’t have shawarma breath!” 

You tried to put your arm back over your eyes, but Eren was quick to catch your wrist before you could, holding it against the blanket beside your head. Your face blushed and you know he saw it but thankfully he decided to give you some grace and not comment on it. 

“I said gimme kiss.” 

“You are so fucking annoying, Eren,” you responded. 

“That’s crazy,” he said, a shit eating grin on his face. “Because you were saying some very different things two nights ago.” 

Your eyes snapped open and you stared him down. “Don’t.” 

“What?” he questioned, his face expressing the picture of innocence. “I’m just saying—” 

“Don’t you dare,” you said, slapping your free hand over his mouth to stop him from embarrassing you further. Eren’s words were muffled against your palm, eyes crinkling at the corners while he still continued to laugh.

You could feel the exact shape of his stupidly cute smile against your skin. “Shut. Up.” 

Eren stared at you and you stared back, keeping your hand clamped over his mouth while he continued to say something that you didn’t want to hear. Right as you were going to pull away, his tongue touched the center of your palm, making you yank your hand back. 

“Ew! You’re so gross,” you said, wiping it aggressively against the front of his shirt. “You’re disgusting.” 

Eren was laughing too hard to defend his actions, leaning far enough over you that his face was buried against the crook of your neck while you tried unsuccessfully to shove him off.

He pulled away, face a few inches from your own and jutted his bottom lip out in a pout. The bruising on his jaw should have made his expression ridiculous, but instead it made him look even cuter. Ridiculously cute. 

“Damn you, Eren Yeager,” you muttered. “You will be the death of me.” 

Eren immediately leaned down, chin bucking up softly to ask you to present your face closer to his. You rolled your eyes, lifting your head up enough to press your lips against his.

It was supposed to be a quick kiss, going along with the theme of you trying to punish him for his annoying actions. It was supposed to be the kind of kiss that would satisfy him enough to get off of you so you could complain to him again why you felt like your social life and real life was falling apart because of formal. 

However, your irritation disappeared embarrassingly fast. 

Eren’s hand loosened around your wrist, fingers slipping up until they intertwined with yours against the blanket. It was soft, at first, nothing too heated but passionate. Normally, you would cringe at the public display of affection, though the more Eren kissed you the less you minded.

He smiled faintly against your mouth, pressing closer until he was practically on top of you, kissing you like it was something he’d been allowed to do his entire life instead of something that had only changed two days ago. 

Once he pulled away, you saw his cheeks were flushed as well, a soft smile on his face that mirrored your own. He didn’t look embarrassed at all, he looked at you like loving you in public was the easiest thing that he’d ever done in his life. It made your chest warm, stomach doing a flip. 

“You’re such a loser,” you murmured, free hand coming up to brush a stray hair from his forehead. 

His mouth opened to speak when a shout cut him off. 

“YOU TWO ARE SO FUCKING DISGUSTING I WILL HAVE TO WASH MY EYES OUT FOR THE NEXT HOUR!” 

You scoffed, pushing Eren off of you to sit up and look at the source of the shout. 

Sasha stood several feet away with Connie beside her, both carrying takeout bags from a restaurant near campus.

Armin followed a few steps behind, looking less horrified than both Connie and Sasha but wearing an expression that suggested he too thought your behavior with Eren was disgusting. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Eren called back. 

“No!” Connie exclaimed. “She’s right! This is a public space. There are children here.” 

You sighed. “There are no children here.” 

Eren settled beside you again, unbothered by your friends’ exclamations, one arm immediately finding its way around your waist as the other three approached the blanket and sat down.

Sasha plopped down right beside you, Connie next to her, and Armin across from Eren. Whatever takeout they got smelled really good, which reminded you of your own shawarma sitting abandoned in front of you. 

You reached for it, allowing for Eren to pick through your fries and shove a few into his mouth.

“Those are mine, you know,” you snapped at him, giving him a dirty look. “It’s rude to steal other peoples’ food.” 

“You weren’t eating them, you were busy,” Eren stated, pulling out his phone again to check his texts. 

Connie smirked into his food. “We all know what she was busy doing.” 

“Connie, don’t,” you warned, shooting him a death glare. 

“What? I’m not the one dry humping my best friend in the middle of the quad.” 

“We were kissing.” 

Connie pointed his fork at Eren. “Actually, speaking of you two being fucking gross in public. Have either of you considered that maybe making out in the middle of the quad in broad daylight is not the smartest thing to do right now?” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You hated to admit it, but Connie was right. Until that moment, everything between you and Eren for the past fifteen minutes felt like its own little micro world.

Nearby, was the rest of the world around you on the quad. The sprawling lawn was crowded despite the chilly fall weather, you sat on a blanket among dozens spread beneath the trees and underneath the sun. It was ordinary and familiar. You felt so safe that you had forgotten there was anything unusual about Eren lying half on top of you. 

And if it wasn’t for the events of formal, there wouldn’t be anything unusual about you and Eren on the quad. 

Although, now that Connie granted you some clarity, every person with a phone suddenly felt a bit suspicious.

You felt ridiculous even thinking about it. No one was pointing or openly taking pictures of you. No one cared that the five of you were all sitting eating lunch together on a perfectly normal day in a perfectly normal place. But that was also the precise problem — you hadn’t noticed when someone was recording at formal either. 

Eren must have seen something change in your expression, because his hand that had been resting beside him shifted across the blanket to entwine his hand with yours.

You looked down at your hands then back at him, seeing him giving you the faintest smile, making the knot that formed in your chest loosen. 

You weren’t ashamed of being with Eren, not one bit. You were sure you never would be. That was perhaps the most frustrating part of this whole predicament.

For months, there was so much uncertainty between Eren and you, what Jean would become, and whether the feelings that twisted everything together were real or if it was just an inevitable consequence of pretending to date your best friend for too long. 

You wanted Eren more than anything. 

You just didn’t want a bunch of strangers involved in you wanting him. 

You reached for your shawarma again despite your appetite diminishing considerably, settling back onto the blanket and angling your body a bit towards Eren.

The conversation on the blanket returned to normal, mostly due to Sasha complaining about an assignment she’d procrastinated for the past week while Armin somewhat chastised her by pointing out that the professor gave her a week to do the assignment for good reason.

Sasha seemed to ignore that information because it didn’t support her argument, or she was simply too busy chomping down on her takeout. 

In front of you, your phone buzzed. Armin glanced up at you and you shook your head.

“I’m practicing restraint,” you explained, leaning your head against Eren’s shoulder, deciding you didn’t care about the passersby. 

But then it buzzed again, which raised some of your red flags. Slowly, you reached to grab the phone, giving a sigh before turning it over to read the notification. 

jean kirstein: we need to talk

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[yuri-min]

➵ frat!sukuna making your life in university hell for embarrassing him at a party. 18+ mdni ✦ slow burn(?) ✦ hints of suggestiveness ✦ not proofread ✦ 1,187 wc ✦ part two

frat!sukuna was very well known on campus. everyone knew him as "the intimidating party monster", seeing him at almost every party. only a number of people, including his frat members, can get close to him. anyone else who tries to 'buddy' with him either gets glared at scaringly or with a broken nose. either way. and if only a few can get close to, or even approach, sukuna, how does one humiliate him? the answer to that is simple; get drunk wasted, your eyes mistake sukuna for someone else. then slap the shit out of him in front of everyone. if that's not enough, puke all over him soon after. black out then wake up the next morning with an insane hangover. clueless about what happened the night before, until you check your phone to see you're phone blowing up. texts, calls, and mentions filling up your notification bar.

you remember everything. you're screwed.

frat!sukuna didn't take long to discover who you were the next day. his frat brothers having a lot of intel, making it easy to identify you. finding out you had the same class has him, sukuna instantly makes his way to class. Scanning the room as soon as he walks in, searching each row for your face, sukuna spots you on the last row. 'no wonders he doesn't know you'. still hangover from last night, head ducked, you don't notice sukuna standing next to your seat. he lets out a cough loud enough to make you look up. you felt your heart sink to your ass. sukuna crosses his arms and glares down at you before opening his mouth. "did you hit your head or something? why're you just staring." your professor entered and interrupted before you could answer.

you though you were safe, until sukuna sat next to you. you're so screwed.

throughout the whole class, you felt like you were melting due to the intensity of sukuna's glare. hardly able to focus on the lecture. as soon as class was dismissed, you got up as fast as you can to try and get away from the intimidating man sitting right next to you. unfortunately, you weren't fast enough. he grabbed your arm before you could leave, stopping you in your tracks. "where do you think you're going? we still have unfinished business from last night."

frat!sukuna started tormenting you since. giving him your number after having being intimidated and pressured by him. he'd dial your number every time he needed something. whether it be for a can of root beer, to retrieve something somewhere, or because he's just bored and wanted to mess with you. you obeyed to everything any way, too scared to know what he do if she refused.

soon after, frat!sukuna would show up everywhere. he'd sit next to you during lectures, eat at the same table as you during lunch, and he'd even show up during your study sessions at the campus library. you see him so often, you almost feel sick seeing his face. almost. ever since that night you got drunk, you've been bump into sukuna more often. as if he'd become a tragic daily reoccurrence in your life. and when you'd think it couldn't get any worse.

frat!sukuna starts becoming handsy with you. during lectures he'd slide his arm behind your seat, toying with your hair every now and then. you'd feel his knees bumping yours. elbows grazing once in a while. it was subtle at first, until it started to feel more intentional. his hand would snake its way to your waist. grabbing your hand, saying you're walking too slow and would drag you through the hallways. his touches lingered longer the more he's around you. you start to think it's unusual for him to be this way with you but you push the thought away. it's nothing to make a big deal out of. you ignore the beating in your chest and the pulsating down there.

except you can't fully ignore it. every time you're around sukuna, you feel tense. heat creeping up to your face. the beating in your chest becoming stronger. you really do try your best to ignore it, except his touch really isn't making it easier for you. avoiding his gaze as much as posible and stuttering when replying to him. sukuna grows suspicious, fortunately though he lets it slide. seeing you all tense and nervouse around him riles him up. and without admitting it, he's aroused by the fact too.

frat!sukuna who begins to bring you to parties. insisting it's so he has someone to order around and bully. keeping you by his side at all times. one night during a party, located at their frat house, you notice sukuna had a little too much too drink. Seeing as he'd become a bit sloppy. somewhat sensing he needed a breather, you ask him is he's alright. he doesn't say a word, instead taking your hand and taking you with him upstairs. sukuna brings you into a room, you assume is his. it was dimly lit. he walks up to his bed and plunks unto it. you stood next to the door, unsure of what to do, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your dress. sukuna notices and orders you to sit next to him on the bed. obediently, you slowly make your way to him. surprisingly, sukuna grabs you and pulls you on top of him. taken aback by the sudden action, you don't move. your senses hightened. suddenly, you became aware of every little thing.

frat!sukuna examines your face. your cheeks flushed, eyes dilated. if he weren't intoxicated, he would've teased you about it. instead, he stays quiet. staring at your face, glancing at your lips at times. the loud music from downstairs drowned by the tension going on between you and sukuna. your faces inches closer to one another. moving on it's own. right before your lips crash, you pull away swiftly. standing back up. making up an excuse, saying you'll get him a glass of water so he can sober up, you left in a hurry. leaving sukuna dumbfounded.

rushing downstairs, your mind wanders back to a few minutes ago. in disbelief, you slap yourself lightly. your heart pounding almost as loud as the bass playing the the background. a sudden wave of adrenaline washed over you. making your way back upstairs to sukuna with a glass of water in your hand. you twist the knob of his door, expecting to see sukuna laying on his bed. however once the door swung open, it wasn't just sukuna in the room. or on the bed. but a woman on top of him, heavily making out with him.

you drop the glass unexpectedly, catching sukuna and the woman's attention. you leave in a hurry, suddenly feeling suffocated. once you made it into your dorm, tears immediately started to fall from your eyes. you couldn't deny your feelings any longer. you fell for sukuna. the whole night you cried your heart out, letting it all out for once. because after tonight, you're going back to ignoring frat!sukuna.

© 2026 yuri-min A/N: first fic >< currently 2:55 am, my brain's lowkey fried while tryna writing this T^T hope you enjoyed :'>

[yuri-min]

➵ avoiding frat!sukuna after the night of the party. 18+ mdni ✦ phone sex✦ fingering ✦ jealousy ✦ slow burn(?) ✦ hurt/no comfort ✦ not proofread ✦ 1,691 wc✦ part one > part three

ever since, you've been avoiding frat!sukuna at all cost. not knowing what will happen to you if you don't get rid of the feelings you have for him. the next morning after the night of the party, frat!sukuna didn't attend first lecture. fortunately for you. although you notice him immediately right after class, in the now crowded hallway. you could recognize his pink hair anywhere. leaving before he could spot you.

ignoring his calls and messages despite knowing you'd be in trouble if he finds you. you'll just have to make sure he doesn't find you. desperate not to bump into frat!sukuna, you change your entire routine. chilling at spots you've never chilled at, staying away from your previous go to places. basically steering clear of areas frat!sukuna would usually find me. it'll take time and effort but at least you wouldn't have to deal with a certain pink haired man.

days turn into a few weeks and you've managed to avoid frat!sukuna so far. he must've noticed you were avoiding him because he stopped sitting next to you during lectures. occasionally sending you text messages. he's still there but at least he isn't constantly pestering you anymore. you began to wonder if this all could've been preventable if you ignored him sooner. would he have let you go this easily from the start?

one night during your study session, your phone rang. picking up your phone, not even bothering to check the caller id before answering.

"hello?"

no answer.

"who is this?"

still no answer. just breathing.

"if this is another prank call then i'm hanging up."

but before you could hang up, you hear a strange noise on the other side of the call. suspicious, you wait a little longer. this time you hear it clearer. shuffled groans. heat rushes to your face as you immediately clock what was going on. "w-what the hell?" your words faltering. the idea of someone pleasuring themself while on call was making you feel things. you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself somehow. the other's groans got louder, more shameless, as if they gained more confidence. yet you don't hang up. unable to contain yourself, you slide a hand into your shorts. rubbing small circles on your clitoris. as if sensing you playing with yourself, you hear the other person crack a low chuckle.

"you're a pervert. you're turned on by this aren't you?

you stop in your tracks. your heart sunk. you knew that voice. without wasting another second, you hang up. your heart banging in your chest, face still heated. then suddenly, it hit you. frat!sukuna was jerking himself off, on call, with you. could it be possible he was jerking off to you? shaking your head. of course not. why would he jerk himselff off to you? right?

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you couldn't sleep a wink at all that night. not only were you confused as hell, you were also left sexually frustrated. frat!sukuna really has his ways of tormenting you. how could you have possibly fallen for a man like him? sure he was good looking, has a great physique, has an insane sex appeal. as much as he was a sight for sore eyes, he was still an insufferable man with a questionable personality. you shouldn't like him. as they say, 'just because he may be good for your hole, doesn't mean they're good for your soul.' your mind too occupied with what happened last night, you don't notice someone stand next to you.

"excuse me, is this seat taken?" you look up to see a tall man, black hair in pigtails, and a tattoo across his nose. a pretty man. after shamelessly gawking at him for a few seconds, you shook your head. the pretty man then sits next to you. later on you learn his name to be choso. the reason this is the first time you've met him was because he usually sits upfront due to his bad hearing. except today the seats upfront were all occupied leaving him no choice but to sit at the back. "don't worry, i have great hearing. if you couldn't hear what professor yaga is saying, you can rely on me." you reassured him with a smile, receiving a tight smile back from him. not knowing the small interaction you just had was witnessed by non other than frat!sukuna.

the man glares at the both of you from at the front, as he just had entered the room. just as he was about to approach you, a woman suddenly called him by his name, telling frat!sukuna to seat next to her. as she had saved him a seat. your attention now on him, frat!sukuna instead makes his way to sit next to the woman. you felt a pang of jealousy but tried burying it inside. you didn't have any right to feel jealous in the first place anyway.

you tried to pay attention to the lecture. you really did. but your focus kept drifting to the pink haired man in front of you, and the woman who clung to him. luckily choso was there to snap you right out of your thoughts jealousy, occasionally asking you to clarify what professor yaga said. the two of you becoming comfortable as the lecture kept going. little did you know you were also being observed by the same man you've been keeping an eye on.

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you and choso ended up exchanging phone numbers by the end of the class after finding out you had similar interests with him. casually walking out of the building, you were blocked by a broad chest. afraid of looking up, already knowing whose chest you bumped into, you hold in your breath. the man in front you was indeed frat!sukuna. he grabbed your arm before you could run away and brought you to a more private area.

after a few minutes of walking he finally lets go of your arm. you hiss at the release. his hold on your arm felt like it'll bruise. "you're flirting with other men behind my back huh? last night made you that horny you're out looking for other men to fill that cunt?" he aggressively said, his eyes looking down sharply at you. with furrowed eyebrows you spat back at him, "excuse me? i didn't call you. you did. you were the one who called with your hand on your dick, you perv. what the fuck by the way!?"

"you're one to talk. i know you were touching yourself to my groaning. you're secretly a pervert too. don't act all innocent, brat." frat!sukuna steps closer to you until you had your back against a brick wall, bodies only inches apart. your breath hitches, nervousness creeping in. suddenly you were made aware of the little distance your bodies have, heat rising to your face. as if frat!sukuna can read your mind, he leans in closer. his face hovering yours. noticing the way you try to keep your breathing composed but failing, he smirks. you wanted to smack that sly smirk off his face. as if he knew the power he had over you. which he, unfortunately, has. frat!sukuna tilts his face closer to the side of your face, his breath fanning your ear.

"do i make you nervous?" frat!sukuna as if on purpose, he breathes out close to your ear. shakily letting out an accidental whimper. you clasp your hand over your mouth, in attempt to cover the sound you let out. too late though, he definitely heard you. to confirm he did, he lightly bit the outer of your ear, teasingly. shutting your eyes, letting out another unintentional sound. frat!sukuna finding the way your body reacts to him amusing, he decides to take things further. one hand on the brick wall to steady him, meanwhile the other makess its way to the hem of your mid thigh skirt. a soft gasp escaping your lips. frat!sukuna whispers dirty things into your ear as his hand reaches your crotch. feeling your, now, damped panty.

"this arouses you, hm?" "me touching you down here gets you wet?" "been imagining me touching like this?" frat!sukuna who's now rubbing circles on your clit. you're barely able to hold in your sounds at this point. resting your head on his chest, your hand still over your mouth, while the other hangs on to frat!sukuna's bicep for balance. the two of you were in a dark, quite secluded, alley. although if someone were to stop for a second and look, they'd immediately know what was happening. the possibility of someone catching you and frat!sukuna together in a dark alley doing unholy things, makes your stomach turn.

"did you just cum, brat?" embarrassed, you hide yourself in his chest. i guess the thought of getting caught didn't just make you anxious, but it turned you on as well. frat!sukuna lets out an airy chuckle. "hah, look who's the real pervert now?", he teases. out of nowhere, frat!sukuna's phone rang. taking his hand out of your skirt, he takes out his phone from his back pocket.

"tsk." frat!sukuna picks up. you can hear the person on the other side of the line. it's a woman. the woman's voicewaking you up, you were reminded of what type of man frat!sukuna was. a man who liked to party, hook up, and surround himself with people just like him. you were not like him, at all. "I gotta go."

leaning in closer, he rests his forehead on yours. it almost felt genuine. "i don't want you around that man. I don't want you around any man." he tells you. more like an order than a phrase, really.

he walks away, leaving you alone in the dark alley. feeling used and disgusted with yourself. the ache in your heart worsening. you were left wondering what you did to be treated this way. were you only deserving to be regarded this awfully? how can a man make you question your worth while being such a dick to you? a tear escapes your eye.

'you should really stand up for yourself.'

© 2026 yuri-min A/N: part two done! i had to rephrase quite a lot because i kept repeating the same words like a LOT T^T anyway, don't ever let a man OR anyone make you question your worth :< no one but ourselves can define our worth. we always deserve better guys, everyone deserves love :)

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[yuri-min]

➵ moving on from frat!sukuna slow burn(?)✦ hurt with comfort ✦ not proofread ✦ 2,929 wc✦ part one > part two

Not only were you left alone in a dark alley with an aching heart, but you also caught the flu. All that’s ever happened to you were a series of unfortunate events ever since you got involved with frat!sukuna, him obviously being the cause of all your bad luck. So why were you still attached to him? Currently laying sick in your bed at your dorm, having no other choice but to miss today's lectures. You did try to get up but alas, your body let you down. Everything seems to keep letting you down. Having a hard time falling asleep, your phone lit up. Checking who it was who texted you, you were surprised to see choso’s name. 

A small smile slipping. You're glad to have a friend like Choso, especially during times like this. Unwillingly, your mind suddenly thinks of frat!sukuna. Wondering if he’s worried about you or if he’s even thinking of you the same way you’re thinking of him right now. Even though the answer is obvious, you still hope otherwise. The flu is really tempering with your judgement. Or was it? Closing your eyes, you try to drift into sleep. Until your phone buzzed.

Out of desperation, you quickly reach for your phone to check who texted you. ‘Oh, it’s just choso…’ you see choso’s name along with *‘sent 12 attachments’*. Sighing disappointed. Why were you disappointed? Guilt creeping in, choso was kind enough to send you his notes and yet you don’t seem glad he did. Were you expecting it to be a certain someone who texted you? 

frat!sukuna is probably going on with his day as usual, not thinking of you. Why would he? You’re pretty sure you’re no one to him. Just someone he can bother and play with. He didn’t even know who you were before you humiliated him at a party then. If you didn’t drink too much that night, you wouldn’t have to experience these confusing feelings. You wouldn’t have to get hurt every time you think of him.

Frustrated, you let go of your phone. Laying spread out and face up on your bed, you let out a heavy sigh. Staring at the ceiling of your room, you let your mind drift. Drift, drift, drift until your eyes feel heavier and heavier. Finally drifting to sleep. 

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Waking up to the sound of your phone ringing. You answer the call. It was choso. “I’m outside your dorm.” Sleepiness immediately leaves your body, you quickly stumble your way to the front door. Opening the door with widened eyes, you were met with the tall pretty man looking down at your shorter frame. “Hi.” Choso greets you softly. Out of breath you replied, “hello…?”  confused as to why he was standing in front of your dorm room.

“I got worried something bad happened to you since you just ‘seened’ my message…” he says shyly, scratching the back of his head. He was worried about you. “Oh. I just forgot to reply, I must've fallen asleep. I’m sorry for worrying you choso..” you admit embarrassed. Looking down, you see a plastic bag in Choso's hand. “I-i bought you medicine and some vitamins to help you get through the flu..”  blurts out, handing you the plastic bag. Speechless, you stare at the plastic bag in front of you. Without realizing, your eyes started to tear up. Choso’s eyes widening and his hands fidgeting in a panic, not knowing what he did and what to do. “I’m sorry for what I did, whatever it was I did. Ahh ehh uhm.” somewhat finding his panicking silly, you release a quiet giggle. Wiping the tears in your eyes, shaking your head. You assure choso, “it’s okay choso, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just touched,” followed by a chuckle. Relieved, Choso's eyes softened.

For a moment, you were calm. The anxiety and stress you were used to feeling most of the time, banished in that moment. Being reminded that living shouldn’t always feel that way, having to always be on guard in fear of something or someone will ruin you. Since when have you felt so anxious? Choso made you realize a lot of things, you’re grateful for that. “Thank you Cho. I appreciate it.” thanking choso for more than just buying you medicine and vitamins, but he isn’t aware of it. “You’re welcome *your name*. Get well soon, you’ll have a lot of catching up to do if not.” Choso half jokes, knowing he’s right about having a lot of catching up if you miss another lecture. Chuckling, you guarantee him you’ll be able to attend tomorrow’s lecture. Choso bids you goodbye before leaving, waving sheepishly at you with a tight smile. You wave back at him, smiling faintly. 

‘Wait a minute…’ only now realizing your dishevelled self, wearing an oversized shirt with a few holes in it and your hair in a mess. Evident you’ve been in bed all day. Murmuring curses to yourself, you’re glad choso didn’t say anything. Glancing inside the plastic bag, Choso really did buy you medicine and vitamins for your flu. Smiling to yourself, you felt your heart flutter. 

Forgetting all about a certain pink haired man after your wholesome interaction with a pretty man in pigtails.

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You’ve been occupied recently, with activities and projects your professors gave. And honestly, you’ve been having a fun time. Ever since the day Choso showed up at your door, something inside you shifted. You’re back to your usual self. Your life before frat!sukuna was involved. It felt refreshing. Although you still see him from time to time on campus, exchanging a few glances here and there, but never really interacting with each other. frat!sukuna stopped bothering you completely, no calls or texts. Thankfully so. Peacefully living your life nowadays.

You and Choso started hanging out a lot more often. Whether it be at the library reviewing, seating next to each other during lectures at the back of the room, or eating lunch together. Choso’s shyness starts to wear off, seeing a side to him you’ve never imagined you’d get to see. Like now, the two of you were sitting at the bleachers and he was going on about this game he’s been playing recently. Never thought of Choso as a gamer, he looked like the type to only be interested in books. You also find out that Choso can play the guitar, sharing his musical interests with you as well. “What about you, do you have any hobbies?” Choso suddenly asks. You blink at him, taken aback. Eventually, you answer him. The both of you are actually getting to know each other. 

“Not to creep you out or anything, but there’s a man staring at us…” Choso points out. Curious, you look behind you to see a familiar man with pink hair, on the field. Your breath hitches, you quickly stood up. “Let’s chat somewhere else. Somewhere without creeps staring at us.” you spoke. Choso listens and stands up as well, following you walk off. Not looking back, you walk away. Walking away from the man who once made you question your worth. Never again.

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Now back at your dorm, after hanging out with Choso. You’re sprawled on your bed scrolling through your phone. Having finished all your assignments early, you have a lot of free time. Mindlessly doom scrolling until you heard a knock on the door. Raising your brow, you weren’t expecting anyone. The person at the door growing impatient, starts knocking persistently. Finally getting up, you cautiously make your wake to the front door. “Who is it?” finding out who the person on the other side is first before opening the door. “It’s me.”

“I don’t know anyone named ‘it’s me’. Go away.” you sarcastically reply, recognizing the person’s voice. “Since when have you learned to talk back? You’re usually so obedient.” you hear the person sneer. “I’m not a dog. Leave me alone.” sneering back, not backing down. “That man you’ve been hanging out with taught you to be a bitch didn’t he.” Infuriated, you slam open the door. Regretting it right after. Standing there in front of you was frat!sukuna, as you guessed right. “You don’t know him. Don’t talk about him as if you do.” you snarl agitated at him. Frat!sukuna scoffs, stepping into your dorm now, you’re stepping back. “And you’re so sure you know him?” frat!sukuna now towering over you. “I am. He’s definitely nothing like you, that's for sure.” retorting, some words faltering. “I doubt that. You know what they say, ‘blood runs thicker than water’, right?” 

‘What.’

“What are you talking about? Quit your nonsense.” you’re starting to get anxious. “He didn’t tell you?”  frat!sukuna bursts out laughing. Now you’re really anxious. “Tell me what…?” you nervously asked. Not even sure if you want to know. frat!sukuna looks you in the eyes before answering, “we’re related. he’s my cousin.” grinning menacingly down at you. ‘He’s lying. Right?’ “Why are you telling me this?” keeping yourself composed, you refuse to let any ounce of vulnerability show. You refuse to boost frat!sukuna’s ego any more. “Sure he isn’t like me. No one can be me. But he isn’t the saint you think he is. You’re getting your hopes up.” scoffing, “you’re one to talk. Whatever it is that he did in the past, I'm sure he has a reason. Now I want you out of my dorm.” 

“So soon? I know you missed me.” frat!sukuna leans closer to you. Trying to close the gap between you two, you back away. “Get out. I’m so sick of letting you do whatever the hell you want.” you start. “You’re really such a selfish prick. Only thinking about yourself. Do you even have a heart? You can’t keep disregarding people's feelings, sukuna.” tears welling up in your eyes. “So just this once please, leave me alone. Don’t speak to me. Never show your face to me again.” got too caught up in your feelings, you unexpectedly ranted. Not saying a word, frat!sukuna just looks you dead in the eyes. “Tsk.” was all he said before he left. Didn’t even bother to close the door behind him proves he’s an inconsiderate asshole.

Getting a sense of deja vu, you recall experiencing something similar. You remembered when frat!sukuna left you alone in a dark alley, feeling dirty and used. Vulnerable. Just like now, he left right after you poured your emotions out. vulnerability meaning nothing to him, as he kept evidently showing. frat!sukuna is a man incapable of feeling empathy. 

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Not only are you avoiding frat!sukuna, but now you’re also avoiding nerd!choso. Feeling a bit guilty knowing nerd!choso didn’t do anything, frat!sukuna’s words just got to you. Besides, you need time to fully heal. Meaning you have to avoid everything that reminds you of frat!sukuna, including his cousin nerd!choso. 

It’s been three days since frat!sukuna showed up at your dorm. Three days without decent sleep. That night replaying in your head almost twenty-four seven. The bell snapped you out of your daze, another lecture you failed to focus on. Quickly packing up your belongings so you can leave, you hear someone calling your name. Not looking back, you swiftly make your way out of class. As you were walking rapidly through the corridor, somehow made it far, you expected to have lost whoever was searching for you in class. “*your name*!” halting in your tracks. You slowly turn your head, you see nerd!choso standing behind you looking out of breath.

Walking up closer, he stops right in front of you. “Why have you been avoiding me?” “I’m not avoiding you?” “You are. Just now you were running away from me.” “I wasn’t running-”

“You were fastly walking away from me. Can we please talk seriously?” he immediately shuts you up. You let out a defeated sigh, nodding your head. “I have been avoiding you.” you admit to him, guilt showing. “Was it something I did?” “You didn’t do anything Cho…” “I don’t understand, then why are you avoiding me?” nerd!choso asks pleadingly, desperate to get an answer from you. Taking a deep breath, you answer, “why didn’t you tell me you were related to Sukuna Ryomen?”

Stunned by the sudden mention of his cousin, he furrows his eyebrows. “I didn’t think it was relevant for me to suddenly bring him up…” “Then why was it when we were at the bleachers a few days ago, you referred to him as just ‘a man’?” nerd!choso stays quiet. His reaction was enough for you to walk away. This time,nerd!chosodoesn’t follow. Maybe frat!sukuna was right, they weren’t that different after all.

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The weekend came and you had nothing better to do, leaving you with only one option; bedrotting. You didn’t have the energy or motivation to do anything anyway. Everything happened way too fast, your brain couldn’t even process them properly. All you knew was you felt betrayed. Luckily you had the whole dorm to yourself, your roommate being away for the weekend. Already planning on binge watching ‘the mentalist’ while shoving a bunch of junk foods down your throat. 

Hours into binge watching, your peace was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door. Murmuring to yourself, you lazily get up from your bed shuffling your way to the door. Opening the door, you were met with nerd!choso in front of your dorm. “He didn’t want anyone to know we were related.” nerd!choso blurts out without wasting another second. You raise a brow, confused on what nerd!choso’s saying. “Sukuna. He doesn’t want anyone knowing we’re related. Well, I didn't want anyone to know either. I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was scared you’ll see me differently once you knew we were related. I had a bad experience after telling people we were related…” nerd!choso explains himself, hoping you’d believe him. The both of you standing there for a few seconds before opening the door wider. “Come in.” inviting him inside your dorm. He scans your face, searching for any hints of doubt. After seeing none, he warily enters your dorm and follows you inside. Closing the door behind him.

You sat back down on your bed, waiting for nerd!choso to sit next to you. Instead, he sits on your swivel chair right next to your bed. Watching him fidget with the hem of his shirt nervously, you decided to break the silence. “Why didn’t you tell me when I asked you the first time?” “I wasn’t sure how you’d react if I told you…” “How’d you imagine I’d react?” “Not…good…” nerd!choso confesses quietly. Letting out a sigh, you ask him another question. “Why were you scared of me finding out you were related to sukuna?” nerd!choso hesitates before answering,

“I had a suspicion that you and Sukuna had a…thing going on between the two of you. I didn’t know exactly what but I knew it was something complicated. I didn’t want to be involved in whatever the two of you had but when you let me sit next to you that day, I realized you weren’t as bad as I thought you’d be. You were genuine, better than the rest of sukuna’s girlfriends. I was afraid you’d think I was just like him when I know I'm better…I can treat you way better than he did.”

The last phrase he said caught you off guard. Looking up at him with widened eyes, you were speechless. “Uhm, I wasn't expecting to confess to you like this. Not to mention this soon. I’m sorry for talking a lot-” “Do you mean it?” you cut him off. “I-...I meant everything I said.” nerd!choso sits up straight, looking you in the eyes. “Unlike Sukuna, my intentions for you are serious and I'm willing to wait for you for as long as it takes. I genuinely like you, *your name*. I hope you’ll at least consider giving me a chance.” nerd!choso confesses whole heartily, his eyes beaming with hope. “Don’t worry, I'm not expecting an answer right now,” he reassures, “I just want to let you know I feel and what my intentions are and that they’re genuine.” you sit there silently, processing everything nerd!choso just said. “Thank you for being honest with me, Choso. I really appreciate it.” finally speaking up. You observe nerd!choso’s body language, noticing how he’s more nervous now than he was just a few seconds ago. “Although I don't think I can give you an answer anytime soon…” “I understand.” “Can we still be friends?” you ask nerd!choso. “Of course.”

You spend the rest of the day binge watching and eating junk foods, however this time you have nerd!choso to keep you company. Whatever was bothering you a while ago, now long gone and forgotten. You’re finally able to relax while doing the things you love, now with a person you enjoy being around. Turns out everything does happen for a reason, and in this case, you learned how to put yourself first after everything that happened. Sure you may have lost someone you thought you had, but in exchange you attained someone who respects you and sees you for who you truly were without holding back. In the end, it’s a win-win for you actually. 

Maybe getting involved with frat!sukuna wasn’t so bad after all, if it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have learnt the lessons you know now. Although there still some parts of frat!sukuna that are still wandering in your head but not to worry, nerd!choso can help getting rid of them.

© 2026 yuri-min A/N:  final part done! TYSM for reading and liking this short series, it means a lot to me<3 i appreciate every one of y'all's comments and critiques :) i'm debating if i should create a separate series of 'nerd!choso x reaer' but in choso's perspective >< tell me whatya guys think ^^

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[dolcemisu]

seven minutes in heaven w frat!kuna gets a bit heated ... (shy!reader)

you shouldn't be here. no—you shouldn't have even considered being here. the idea crossing your mind in general was laughable, but, here you were. sitting criss cross apple sauce in a circle with some of the most popular people at your university. sukuna had invited you, claiming it was your turn to have a "taste of his world." you reluctantly agreed, uneasy at what it might entail, and you were right to. you were always right.

"it's her turn," the white haired one, gojo, nodded to you. you swallowed hard and reaching a shaky hand in the middle of the circle. before you could reach the bottle, someone objected.

"this is getting boring," shoko, the dark haired one who was close with gojo, complained. "it doesn't help this is a game designed for edgy middle schoolers. make it interesting."

"seven minutes in heaven?" another brunette suggested. the people in the circle murmured as they considered the idea.

"you said that a little too quickly choso," gojo said suspiciously. "anyone you got in mind?" he clapped his back and choso turned a deep red.

"dude..." choso said, clearly embarrassed.

"still designed for edgy middle schoolers..." shoko grumbled.

"i'm down for seven minutes in heaven." your head shot up at sukuna's voice. he entered the kitchen with a few more bottles in his hands. he handed them to a few of his friends before settling down beside you.

"you okay?" he whispered to you.

you nodded before turning your focus back to the circle. you didn't want him to coddle you. sure, this wasn't the way you'd typically spend a friday night, but you were fine. sort of. as long as he didn't leave your side. it dawned on you that he might have to during this game to go makeout with someone. you didn't like the uneasiness that settled into your stomach at that thought. he's probably done that and more a hundred of times...but still. you couldn't shake the icky feeling.

"okay, stop stalling. let's start then,” geto, another frat bro, urged. seems like the discourse was finally over. "whose turn was it again?"

everyone's eyes landed on you. your stomach churned and you nodded awkwardly. god, you really needed to stop nodding. you probably looked stupid. but you felt stupid. whoever it landed on, you'd tell them you weren't interested and just sit in silence for all of the four hundred and twenty seconds. that was your master, foolproof plan.

you spun the bottle and watched as it did almost a full 360, just falling a bit short of where you were sitting, but just enough to stir things up. the entire circle cheered when it landed on sukuna. they cheered on as he stared at the bottle in disbelief, looked at you to make sure you were okay with it, and even when you dragged your feet to the closet with him trailing behind you.

the darkness that engulfed the closet was daunting. you stepped on his foot at least twice and accidentally elbowing him. you apologized profusely and he reassured you it was fine, then silence fell over the two of you.

was your plan really that foolproof? it was created with being picked to kiss a stranger in mind. sukuna was no stranger. if you had to be completely honest, you wouldn't mind kissing him. to fulfill the challenge of course. nothing more.

"what are the odds?" he said finally.

you laughed at his stupid pun. "close to none since you were sitting right beside me."

he scoffed, "you always seem to make the impossible possible. why are you surprised now?"

you frowned. "huh?"

"i have the best grade i've ever had in all my years in college right now, thanks to you. i actually give a shit about school in general, thanks to you. if you told me i'd be where i am now a year ago, i'd laugh in your face." he sighed. "i just wish you could see the impact you make."

you were stunned. you didn't expect the two of you to sit in silence for almost ten minutes, but you didn't expect it to get deep.

"no, you're okay. i'm just processing." another minute passes before you break the silence.

"you're the only would i'd feel comfortable doing this with," you blurted out. you winced immediately as your confession hung heavy in the air. it was silent before you heard a low chuckle.

"sitting in the dark in silence...or making out?"

it was your turn to keep quiet. you hesitated, before replying with a simple, "both." it wasn't long before sukuna fumbled around the dark and finally found you. his lips crashed against yours and the two of you walked backwards until your back hit the wall. the two of you both groaned into the kiss. your fingers found their way in his hair as you kissed him back. this kiss was hungry: weeks of built up tension finally adding up this moment. you tugged his hair lightly and he grunted. he pulled away to trail kisses down your neck and you gasped. his lips were hot on your skin and you whined softly.

“kuna.” you gasped once more as he started sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck. your skin was on fire. he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“tell me to stop.”

your eyes widened as his hands traveled down your body. you didn’t want him to stop. you were probably violating multiple rules in your handbook, but right now, you didn’t care. you held your breath as his hand dipped under your skirt and in your panties.

“jesus christ,” he muttered, “you’re soaked.” you bit you lip and spread your legs a little wider. he chuckled and leaned in even closer.

“i’m guess you don’t want me to stop?”

you shook your head even though it was dark. “no,” you swallowed hard, “please don’t.”

with that, sukuna pulled your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of your weeping cunt. you trembled as he started pumping them slowly inside of you.

“shit,” he groaned. your slick was bound to be coating his hand by now, but the two of you were too turned on to care. he buried his head in your neck and sighed. you moaned as he curled his fingers, velvet walls clenching around him.

“shhh, they’re right outside,” he shushed you and clamped his hand over your mouth. he continued fucking you with his fingers, muttering about how wet you were. sukuna’s long fingers reached where your own couldn’t, even the spongy spot deep inside of you. you whined as he reached your g spot, moans muffled by his hand. heat pooled in your stomach as you got closer and closer to the edge. your heartbeat faster as he chased your high.

"isn't this a-against like f-five different rules?" you asked nervously. the pleasure building in your abdomen made you feel slightly guilty. no wonder it felt so good, you weren't supposed to be doing anything like this at all. when you first signed up, you'd promised treat mentees with respect...and your current predicament was anything but respectful.

"who cares?" sukuna murmured. "we started breaking rules when we had our first date," he kissed your neck and chuckled. "you're close, aren't you? cum for me. need to feel it." he kissed your cheek and you groaned. you prayed the lewd noises coming from you weren't audible for the audience outside. with one last shaky breath, you came undone. you clenched around his fingers and shuddered as he kept going, pushing you past overstimulation. your body shook, overwhelmed with the pleasure as you gasped.

"k-kuna." your broken cries were barely coherent. your thighs shook and you clutched his arm to steady yourself.

"hmm?" he asked you mockingly. "you always take what i give you so well." he pressed a kiss to your temple.

you opened your mouth to reply but you both froze as someone knocked on the closet door loudly. "yo, the seven minutes have been up."

with an exasperated sigh, sukuna pulled away and helped you put yourself back together. your legs felt like jelly as you did the walk of shame out of the closet. you didn't dare meet sukuna's eyes or any of the other people in attendance. you were sure what you had just done would be evident on your face. it definitely was on sukuna's. other than his messy hair and his slightly swollen lips, he had that mischievous glint in his eye once again. the two of you sat back down and watched as the next duo was picked.

"you okay?"

you titled your head slightly and saw sukuna eyeing you warily. you were more than okay. whatever the hell went down in the closet wasn't something you expected at all. to be honest, you were sad your time was cut short.

"mhm... i kinda wish we had more time," you admitted. your eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone had heard your confession. they were too busy teasing choso for being next.

sukuna chuckled and leaned in. "that can certainly be arranged."

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© DOLCEMISU

i'm quick with it ayyee, the poll ended how long ago? LOL. also, this was before the breakup btw. see explanation here

[tinyforrestfairy]

PT TWO NOW THIS WAS SO GOOD

[beemumu]

Sukuna is in deep thought when he stares at your new nail colour.

Your hands are presented to him delightfully, eagerly waiting for his comment.

He’s silent for a moment before a deep frown is etched into his face. His jaw tightens at the sight, before one of his four limbs untangles from his position and grabs them, a finger unconsciously trying to chip the new paint.

“Soooo? How does it look?” You question, eyes peeking at the way his frown deepens even further at your chirping.

“..It’s purple.” He comments lowly, as if resenting the colour.

“Mhm! periwinkle purple specifically. I wanted to try a new colour since—”

“Wipe them off.” He growls, utterly displeased with the sight of such filth upon your nail beds, “Go back to the salon and repaint them pink.”

“I can’t just go back and—”

He interjects with a devastatingly irritated glare, “You can and you will.” And with that, he hoists you over his shoulder and storms back to the salon you just came from, slapping your ass when your wiggling adds onto his annoyance. The sight of the pinkless nails has offended him to the fullest extent, because- how dare you? that was the many ways of his subtle claim over you and you just discard it as if it was a mere thought.

Pink was his colour, after all.

[moonii3]

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 keeping a very, very dark secret from you. ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader

“we’re coming to you live with the latest updates on the four bodies found brutally mutilated outside of shibuya . . .”

your hands tighten on the fabric of sukunas wife beater as the news anchors grimly recounts the attacks that happened only a few blocks from your apartment.

sukuna knows you’re scared.

you’ve done nothing but ramble on & on about the so called spider lily killer — or whatever they’ve decided to call him.

“that’s just awful,” you lift your cheek off his chest to look at the television. yellow police tape & police lights flutter across the screen. “kuna, do you think i should worry? i mean shibuya’s not far . . .”

“i think you’re good, baby,” sukuna’s hand glides lazily up your spine before settling onto the back of your head, fingers disappearing into your hair.

you turn to face him, your chin sitting on top of his muscular chest as you flutter you lashes, searching his face for reassurance. “how do you know?”

the corner of his mouth twitches. “because i said so.”

you don’t question him. you never really do. why would you? he was six foot & like 200 pounds of pure muscle. he’d never let anything happen to you.

so, you nod, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before curling back beside him, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“i hate thinking that there’s really people out there that are just . . . that sick in the head.”

sukuna doesn’t say a word. he was too focused on the television as the news anchors continued listing injuries so grotesque they refuse to show any up close footage of the crime scene

he almost scoffs.

fools.

they weren’t even describing it correctly.

“. . . authorities believe the suspect is highly organized and extremely dangerous . . .”

you press yourself closer to sukuna.

he can feel every ounce of fear running through your body.

every tremble.

every soft gasp as the lead detective explains what motives they think could’ve made someone do something as heinous as this.

vigilante theory?

how generous of them to assume he cares about mortality.

multiple killers?

they’re underestimating how quickly one man can kill.

they were all just so wrong.

a slow smile settles into his face —— small enough that if you were looking, you’d never notice it.

there was something amusing about it.

his girlfriend was so scared of this monster she couldn’t even put a face to.

yet had no idea that the same man she was so afraid of was the rubbing her back to sleep right now.

[pillsatoru]

satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭

“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”

“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.

this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.

he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.

you were ovulating.

and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.

you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.

“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.

“i win!” you cheered.

“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.

“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.

why the hell was this making you wet?

you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”

“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”

gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.

“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”

your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.

“let me help you out, okay?”

he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”

the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.

“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”

you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.

gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.

you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.

“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”

“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.

he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.

your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”

gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”

you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..” 

he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.

your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.

a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”

“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face" 

“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that. 

he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead. 

“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”

[pillsatoru]

[tinyforrestfairy]

this how i felt reading this

[sozila]

⟢ ━━━ big feelings

modern au ⊹ bsf's older brother!sukuna 𝔁 f!reader ⊹ nsfw drabble!

warnings. smut, mdni. lowk strangers to lovers. age gap (30s him, 20s you). cunnilingus, fingering, piv, cpie. he's kind of pathetic and u own him like a dawg

masterlist | wc: 3.2k

thinking about yuuji's older brother sukuna who doesn't pay attention to his annoying little friends. why would he care about a couple of twenty-something-year old kids when he has bills to pay?

but when he sees how polite you are to the local kobeni owner, a grumpy old man that usually yells him to high hell and back for dressing like a mobster and scaring off business? the man was speaking in gentle cadences sukuna wasn't aware he was capable of. and you pulled a smile out of the damn geezer to boot.

sure you're kind, but not a pushover. sukuna realized this key distinction when you refused to laugh at a joke he mouthed off, ripping on yuuji for being such a slob he probably would be forty before he landed a serious girlfriend. "quit being an asshole. nobody likes that. i don't see you sporting any long-time girlfriends yourself. tsk," you snapped back coldly.

but ever the enigma, you surprised him constantly. sukuna wishes he could figure you out, truly. despite your usual snippy attitude towards him, you knew the importance of gratitude and good manners.

so when sukuna's 32nd birthday comes around, he didn't expect to receive many gifts outside of a couple messages from his very few school friends, maybe something stupidly goofy from yuuji. a decent watch from their grandfather. an unwanted greasy coupon to the local kfc from that broke bum, fushiguro.

but there it was. sat on his kitchen counter, a medium-sized red box with a tied bow of ribbon. inside laid a knife sharpener. a good one that actually costs money, not some don-quijote-dollar-store junk. there's a note tucked under it, folded once neatly. your handwriting was pretty yet unusual. rather on-brand.

your knives looked dull and i'm tired of not being able to julienne cut carrots whenever i cook here. figured i'd save you and me both from chopping a finger off. happy birthday.

you didn't sign your name, you didn't need to. it bothered him that you knew he would know who it was from. it bothered him even more when you never brought it up, sticking to the routine of never acknowledging him outside of a respectful bow whenever you bumped into each other in the itadori apartment or a rare moment in public.

you weren't infallible, though. as much as you'd want to keep your interactions with the older itadori to a minimum, sometimes fate has other ideas.

he was already half-asleep when the phone rang, and he almost let it go to voicemail until he saw the caller id.

you didn't call him. ever. not once in however long he'd known you, not for anything. yuuji was your first go-to. then the red head, he's 99% sure. following after, fushiguro's kid. hell, anyone before sukuna.

so when your name lit up his screen at a little after midnight, he was moving before he'd even answered, some part of him already knowing this wasn't nothing. your voice hit him worse than he expected. it was wobbly and scarily soft, the sound of someone trying oh-so-hard to stay calm. he'd heard that tone of voice before. a long time ago, in circumstances he didn't like thinking about.

"u-um, i'm really sorry for calling you so late. there's... there's a man following me, sukuna. i don't know what to do. i did the walking in a circle trick to make sure, and he's still a couple meters behind me, and i.." your voice trails off in a tremble.

i'm coming. don't stop saying things, alright?" sukuna's voice rasps over the line, still deep from the slumber.

you oblige and keep blabbering to him, random stuff about your day and how your classes went. nothing to tip off the man a couple dozen steps behind you, as sukuna reminded you. he asks you to discreetly let him know where you were walking and you mention the closed-down laundromat, the one with the flickering sign. he knows exactly where that is. it's a dodgy stretch, badly lit, with no cameras.

"don't run," he says, taking the stairs two at a time instead of waiting on the elevator. "keep walking toward the main road. towards the streetlights. you hear me?" he hears you hum an "mm-hmmm" shakily.

"eyes forward. don't look back at him." sukuna's already running the red light two blocks from his building, spinning the steering wheel fast when he comes around the bend. "i'm two minutes out. you're doing good, okay? just keep talking to me. tell me something stupid. i don't care what, don't stop talking."

you ramble away, trying your best not to let your legs give out as you keep the pace steady. when you see the familiar black lexus' white leds come into view, you breathe a huge sigh of relief.

the car doesn't even fully stop before he's stepping out of it, door slammed behind him, the engine still running in the middle of the street. he's in front of you instantly, close enough to smell his spicy sandalwood cologne.

"go sit in the car." his voice is firm, in a different register entirely from the calm tone he had with you in the phone. "lock the doors. don't watch."

you don't listen. not fully, anyway. you get in the car like he says, but you don't take your eyes off him, watching through the tinted windows as he goes to face the man who's finally stopped walking, clearly recalculating the odds of the night now that there's someone the size of a bull standing between you and him.

you can't hear what sukuna says from inside the vehicle. you can see it though; with the stillness in his shoulders as he says words that send the guy one step back and then two more, eventually turning and walking fast in the other direction like he suddenly remembered he had somewhere else to be.

sukuna watches him go for a long moment before he turns back toward the car.

when he gets in, he doesn't say anything. he simply sits there a second with both hands on the wheel, jaw tight. he's deciding whether he really wants to let the creep go without a physical lesson to take home. but he knows best that you don't listen to anyone, let alone sukuna, so you were most definitely watching the interaction. he didn't want introduce you to that version of him. mindless rumors were one thing, but if you witnessed sukuna was capable of everything people said and more... well. he didn't want to know what you'd think of him then.

"you're still shaking like a fucking leaf." is what comes out instead.

you shake your head, as if to disagree with the very obvious observation. "i'm fine now, promise."

"i didn't ask if you were fine." he reaches over without looking at you and turns the heat up, aiming the vents your way. "i said you're shaking."

you don't have a response for that. you just watch him drive, only his left hand on the wheel now, eyes flicking to you at every red light. it felt like he's checking if you're still there. you would be completely correct.

you blurt a single sentence out of nowhere. "you were the first person who i thought of."

sukuna doesn't say anything to that. just nods once, short, and pulls up outside your building, and doesn't pull away until he watches you get all the way through the front door. realistically, he didn't know how to answer that, which is why he opted for the silence. he thinks about the declaration the whole drive home.

sukuna didn't expect after the incident for things between the both of you to change. it's a week later on a particularly lazy sunday where you're leaning against the breakfast counter, halfway through a rant about your e-mech professor's terrible lectures when sukuna walks in for coffee.

you don't do the usual thing of ignoring his presence. instead, you wave him toward the mug he always uses. it was clean and awaiting him by the pot of already-brewed folger's. he wordlessly moves to pour himself the cup, and it goes unnoticed by yuuji and your other friends. he takes a couple sips and leaves it there, opting to move to the couch and read a dusty magazine that hadn't been opened since the moment it was kept on the coffee table. he was trying to not to look too conspicuous that he was invested in your ramblings.

you pay no mind and yap away, hands gesturing through the story, and somewhere in the middle of it you reach over without looking and steal a sip of his abandoned coffee. like it was habitual. he swallows the cough that tries to erupt from him, burying his nose deeper in the copy of teen vogue, highly engrossed in the article titled "top five tips to elevate your makeup bag!"

half an hour later when he manages to catch a moment where the rest of them were absent from the living room, he comes up behind you like fog. you only see a pair of tattooed arms cage you in.

"that's disgusting, by the way." he says, awfully close to your ear. you smelled of lilies and vanilla ice cream. he could get high on that scent alone.

you roll your eyes. "you'll live."

you don't even try to look behind at him when you say it, already moving to push past, but he doesn't let you off that easy.

he takes the mug of cold coffee from in front of you. you instantly turn to protest that it's arguably even more disgusting to drink stale coffee, but he's already downing the drink from the same side where your lipstick mark was. his narrow eyes were looking above the rim and straight at you. his gaze made your skin grow hot.

"you're insane," you finally manage with a breathy sputter.

"you started it." he sets the mug down and finally lets you out of his makeshift confines. before you knew it you were left alone, speechless.

sukuna himself didn't know what came over him to act so boldly. you were an itch he couldn't get rid of. the sunlight that seeps through his blinds. he was so close to acting uncouth, unable to make sense of the melting pot of emotions in his mind when he thought of you. you weren't yuuji's little friend anymore. you were fucking lilies and sinful vanilla that invaded his sensibility. it was bringing out a part of him he hadn't seen since his own college days.

you've come alone to the itadori apartment on a tuesday night because yuuji begged you to drop off a textbook he left with you. to no one's surprise, yuuji's not even home because of some study group he forgot he agreed to, so it's just you; standing in sukuna's doorway with an advanced materials textbook in your arms sporting your favorite sweatshirt and snoopy pajamas combo. he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats looking like he wasn't expecting company. he more than doesn't mind that it's you.

"he's not here," he says, stepping back to let you in anyway.

"i know, he told me. i just need to drop this and go, i've got a paper due—"

"do it here." sukuna doesn't pose it as a question.

despite giving him a look and rattling off a bunch of excuses about pending chores and whatnot, you find yourself sitting at the dining table, laptop open, with a plate of dinner he had just made.

"i wasn't actually going to stay," you say, watching him move around the kitchen. "i just really like pesto linguine."

"i know." he slides a glass of water to you. "i won't bother you while you write."

you scoff. "i really doubt that, sukuna."

you end up staying for hours. yuuji texted sukuna a while back that he was staying at megumi's, which he relayed to you. you didn't want to think further on why he let you know that yuuji wouldn't be home. you were trying your best to type away at the essay, but with sukuna reading across from you it was impossibly difficult to focus. you catch him watching you instead of his book, unhurried about it, not bothering to look away when you notice.

"what?" you say, not quite steady.

"nothing." he doesn't go back to reading. "you finish that essay yet?"

"you're distracting me."

"me, distracting?" he sets the book down slowly, leaning back in the wooden chair. "this is the first time i've spoken in two hours." his chair scrapes. two steps and he’s on your side of the table. one tattooed arm plants on the surface beside your laptop. the other reaches past you and closes the lid with a quiet click. “sukuna, i—”

you bite your lip before you realize you did, the lidded look in your eyes giving him enough ammo. a big hand moves to your head, his thumb brushing the side of your neck.

“you’re too much,” his voice was rough with arousal. “every damn time. it's like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

you don’t deny it. instead you tilt your head into his palm, calm and curious if he'd cross the line. that tiny surrender is what finally cracks him.

he kisses you like a man starved. sukuna is nothing like what your past boyfriends were. he hopes they don't even come close. his mouth ravages you, tongue sliding against yours as if he needs to taste every second he’s spent away from you. when you make a soft sound against his lips he groans into it, the noise beyond pained.

“fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, already yanking your sweatshirt up and over your head.

“you walk around here smelling like that, talking like that, looking at me like that—” his hands are everywhere at once: your waist, the curve of your breasts through the bra, the soft bit of skin just above your pajamas. “and you expect me to just sit across from you and read a fucking book?”

you let him strip you and shove away your pajamas and underwear down in one impatient motion. let him lift you onto the table with impeccable ease, pushing away your things to make room. he clips off your bra and nearly cums at the sight of your perked nipples. he is every bit the domineering figure he always is; big muscles heaving, thick fingers already sliding between your legs to feel how wet you are for him and gather the slick.

but you notice his hands shake slightly when he finds out. the almost rabid look in his eyes when you don’t look away. sukuna was reeling from how unreal the entire ordeal felt.

“you're soaked,” he breathes in awe. “you’ve been sitting across from me like this for hours.”

you reach down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. the simple touch makes his breath stutter. he drops to his knees like the floor pulled him down, spreads your thighs wide and puts his mouth on you with zero restraint.

sukuna licks into you like he’s trying to devour the feeling itself. if you asked him, he was in utopia. his tongue operated in greedy motion, lips sealed around your clit, two thick fingers pushing inside and curling hard at the spot that made you squirm. the sounds he's making are filthy, almost frantic, like he’s the one coming undone.

you thread your fingers into his hair and hold him there, guiding. he follows every tiny shift of your hips like he’s desperate for the instruction. when your legs start to tremble he only works harder, sucking, fingering, chasing your pleasure with single-minded intensity until you come with a broken gasp of his name, thighs clamping around his head.

he doesn’t stop until you tug gently. even then, he stays on his knees a second longer, forehead pressed to your inner thigh, breathing hard, like he’s trying to get his bearings. “good,” he mutters. “that’s one.”

when he stands again, his sweatpants are already shoved down. you make an audible gulp he chuckles at. he’s big and thick, already leaking precum that makes you eager for what his actual cum looks like. he steps between your legs, rubbing at the entrance, making you whine.

"be patient." he murmurs, eyes trained on your wetness mixing with his. sukuna wanted nothing more than to sink into you, but he was too drunk on your juices to not savor the sight before him.

when he does push forward, the sound that leaves him is almost a growl.

“god, you feel so—” he cuts himself off, burying his face in your neck as he starts to move, slow and deep. the table creaks under the force of him. you can feel he's getting impossibly bigger inside you.

sukuna fucks you like the pressure cooker of emotions exploded and his body can't restrain any further. the pace picks up fast, every stroke carrying the weight of months of wanting you, of not understanding why a paradoxical girl like you has him this wrecked.

you wrap your legs around his waist and meet every thrust. your hands slide up his back, pink nails dragging a path of angry red lines, pushing him to hit inside you harder. the way he shudders under the touch tells you everything.

physically sukuna may be in complete control: pinning you, filling you, setting a growing velocity that has you gasping. but mentally, you owned every inch of him. you feel it in the way he chases the soft sounds you make, how he softens the second you lay kisses on his skin, when his rhythm stutters when you breathe his name on the shell of his ear.

“look at me,” you murmur.

he does, immediately. sukuna's eyes were dark and a little wild, pupils blown. his face was flushed a light red and sweat beaded on the surface. the second your gaze holds his, he groans like it hurts, hips snapping harder.

you come again with him watching, pussy tightening around him in pulsing waves. the feeling rips the last of his control. he buries himself to the hilt and follows with a broken sound against your mouth, spilling deep, body trembling through it like the release is almost too much.

his hands have gentled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles. he’s still inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hoarsely. "i haven't acted this unhinged since i was twenty."

you brush a strand of pink hair off his forehead fondly and watch the way the simple touch makes his eyes flutter shut for a second. “i must give you real big feelings, huh?”

sukuna’s laugh rumbles, a little helpless. he turns his head just enough to press a kiss in your hair. “you have no idea.”

this was fully written with big feelings by ariana grande on loop for more than two whole hours. proof ⤵

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[kaiiswrld]

texts w new bf fratjo

minors dni

this was a anon request but i absolutely loved the idea i didn’t wanna directly reply & ruin the plot twist🙏 but if you requested this ily this was great!🤍

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

summer nights with Sukuna are the worst.

you were in nothing but your underwear and a sports bra. every window in your house was wide open, every fan you could find was running, although there was no point seeing that all they did was push in more warm air.

you’ve been tossing and turning in bed for the past three hours. the darkness of the night meant absolutely nothing temperature wise, you were still scorching up. sweat clung to every inch of your body, as well as another, larger, heavier, and hotter body.

“ryo get OFF”

“mmm” his sleepy whines vibrated against your neck. how the hell he even managed to fall asleep in this heat, let alone the added body heat that was living between the two of you.

this heat was already irritating you, with sukunas added heat you could feel yourself going ballistic.

“Ryo i swear to god.” you tried pushing down on his shoulders, but it was no use. pushing and shoving did absolutely nothing, his grip on you was steady, even in his sleepy state. this was it. you were going to die of heatstroke, under your massive boulder of a boyfriend.

“m’stop pushin’ me woman.”

“ryomen. it is too fucking hot for your fatass to be on top of me like this.” silence rang out for a few moments, only to then be cut by sukunas snores.

there was no way you were ever gonna be able to sleep like this, so you had to find another way.

“Sukuna move yer ass I needa piss.” he groaned, but still rolled off of you. finally. it was like breathing for the first time.

you stood up from the bed and crept out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door, and plopping on the living room couch. it wasn’t much different from the heat from your bed, yet the slight temperature difference provided you a nice moment of relief.

until it was ruined approximately ten minutes later, by a big fat, scorching hot, log plopping on top of you.

“Sukuna.”

“fuckin’ liar.”

“Sukuna get off of me I’m so serious.” your eyes were near tears at this point, the heat only bringing out your frustrations even more.

“alright alright calm down woman, and go get dressed.” your big lug of a man sat up and leaned back into the couch.

“what? why?”

“I got us a hotel room.”

“Ryo-“

“yes there’s air conditioning. now hurry, cus I ain’t sleeping without holdin’ on to my woman.”

[tinyforrestfairy]

i think this just sealed my hon moon

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

summer nights with Sukuna are the worst.

you were in nothing but your underwear and a sports bra. every window in your house was wide open, every fan you could find was running, although there was no point seeing that all they did was push in more warm air.

you’ve been tossing and turning in bed for the past three hours. the darkness of the night meant absolutely nothing temperature wise, you were still scorching up. sweat clung to every inch of your body, as well as another, larger, heavier, and hotter body.

“ryo get OFF”

“mmm” his sleepy whines vibrated against your neck. how the hell he even managed to fall asleep in this heat, let alone the added body heat that was living between the two of you.

this heat was already irritating you, with sukunas added heat you could feel yourself going ballistic.

“Ryo i swear to god.” you tried pushing down on his shoulders, but it was no use. pushing and shoving did absolutely nothing, his grip on you was steady, even in his sleepy state. this was it. you were going to die of heatstroke, under your massive boulder of a boyfriend.

“m’stop pushin’ me woman.”

“ryomen. it is too fucking hot for your fatass to be on top of me like this.” silence rang out for a few moments, only to then be cut by sukunas snores.

there was no way you were ever gonna be able to sleep like this, so you had to find another way.

“Sukuna move yer ass I needa piss.” he groaned, but still rolled off of you. finally. it was like breathing for the first time.

you stood up from the bed and crept out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door, and plopping on the living room couch. it wasn’t much different from the heat from your bed, yet the slight temperature difference provided you a nice moment of relief.

until it was ruined approximately ten minutes later, by a big fat, scorching hot, log plopping on top of you.

“Sukuna.”

“fuckin’ liar.”

“Sukuna get off of me I’m so serious.” your eyes were near tears at this point, the heat only bringing out your frustrations even more.

“alright alright calm down woman, and go get dressed.” your big lug of a man sat up and leaned back into the couch.

“what? why?”

“I got us a hotel room.”

“Ryo-“

“yes there’s air conditioning. now hurry, cus I ain’t sleeping without holdin’ on to my woman.”

[enjinsdoll]

pussy wet suddenly

[payakanspirit]

♯ looks like someone made the mistake of flirting with you today.. not that they could've known you were already dating suguru geto! keeping your relationship under wraps has its downsides, though, and judging by the displeased look on your boyfriend's face, he's not taking it very well. twt link

"you seemed so friendly today," he whispered, "so open. i wonder if you were thinking about how much you wanted this while you were flirting with him."

“i wasn't flirting, suguru— please," you whined, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"i don't care what you call it. you still let him get too close." he pressed the head of his dick firmly against your entrance, but made no effort to slide in. "now, fuck yourself. move back onto it on your own. i want to see you take it."

you hesitated, glancing back at him just long enough to catch the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle narrowing of his eyes. he groaned a little at the sight. god, you looked like such a mess. "it huuurts! you're too big, just push it in—"

the sound of his palm connecting with your ass echoed through the room, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively.

"did i ask for your opinion?" suguru hissed, his voice devoid of its usual calm. "i told you to move. do it, or i'll give you something real to complain about."

tears pricked your eyes, but the sting of the slap had awakened a desperate need in you. shaking, you shifted your weight, sliding your hips backward. you felt him slide in slowly, the girth stretching you wide, filling you completely. you then let out a choked moan, your fingers clutching the pillowcase.

"thaaat’s it," he murmured, the anger in his voice giving way to quiet satisfaction. "that’s my girl."

as you continued to move, backing up onto him in slow, tentative rhythms, suguru began to meet you. every time you retreated, he gave a gentle, shallow thrust, teasing you, making you crave the depth he was withholding.

eventually, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, wet thud that drowned out everything else. the long-haired man had you pinned face down, your tits crushed into the pillows and your hips hoisted high in the air, leaving you completely exposed to his wrath.

he was pounding into you with a relentless, punishing pace. each thrust was deep and hard, bottoming out against your cervix and sending waves of pleasure and pressure through your entire body. you were whimpering now, loud, uncontrolled moans escaping you as you shook under the force of his assault.

his fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh of your hips, bruising your skin as he anchored you in place, ensuring you felt every single inch of his girth bottoming out against your cervix.

"still thinking about him?" suguru groaned, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against the shell of your ear. he slammed into you again, the impact jarring your entire frame.

"tell me— while i’m fucking you like this, are you still thinking about how close he was to you?"

"no— god— suguru, please!" you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled and desperate. your body was shaking, your internal muscles clamping tight around him with every heavy thrust.

“i— it was never like that!”

“yeah?”

“uh huh!”

"just answer me," he commanded, his tone cold despite the heat of their bodies. he pulled back nearly all the way, teasing your entrance, before driving himself back in with a violent surge that made you squeal. "who do you belong to?"

"shit!— you— i'm yours, sugu— only yours!" you yelped out, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

"uh huh, that's right baby."

he shifted his grip, moving one hand from your hip to the small of your back. suguru pressed his palm firmly against your spine, forcing you to arch your back even further, tilting your pelvis up to create an even steeper, more vulnerable angle. the change in position allowed him to hit that sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh god— r— right there!— suguru!" you gasped, your hips instinctively bucking back against him, trying to swallow him whole.

the sound of you pleading only seemed to fuel him. suguru let out a grunt, pounding into you now, his movements much more primal and possessive. the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed through the room, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he was dominating you.

as he leaned closer, his long hair slipped over his shoulders, feathering gently against your spine.

"you love it when i’m like this, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot and ragged. "you loooove knowing that i can do whatever i want to you."

"yes— yes, i do! pleeease— you’re so big!" you whimpered out, your face sinking into the pillow as he reached down, his fingers briefly threading through your hair, gently urging you to stay where you were.

“you can take it, baby.”

“f— faster! mmmh— i’m sososo close! don’t stop!”

he didn't need to be told twice. suguru gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against him as he delivered a series of rapid, shallow thrusts that built the tension to a breaking point, before slamming deep one last time.

he held you there, pinned and trembling, as he felt your walls begin to spasm in a violent orgasm.

"thereee we go" he hissed, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck, "lemme feel your pretty cunt squeeze me while you remember exactly who you belong to."

as you came, suguru let out a loud, guttural groan. he drove himself in as deep as possible, his dick pulsing as he filled you deep inside with hot, thick cum.

"is this what you wanted?" he asked moments later, letting out a quiet scoff as his palms moved slowly along your sides in an attempt to soothe you, his eyes glued to your figure that stayed motionless on the bed, "to be used like this? to have me remind you who you actually belong to?"

“i missed your dick,” you murmured, squirming around a bit.

“you are so stupid.”

okay now omw to respond to the megumi stuff in my inbox because ik some of u don’t play abt this man 😭😭😭😭

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[payakanspirit]

♯ uh oh! looks like your coworker managed to ruin your day again! you've been coming home with the same sour attitude all week, and while nanami has been patient.. even he has his limits. twt link

nanami sighed, the sound heavy and resonant in the quiet of the living room. you were draped across his lap, the fabric of his oversized shirt riding up to your waist, leaving your lower half exposed save for a pair of thin, pink cotton panties. your hips were angled perfectly for him, and your skin was humming with a fierce, throbbing heat.

smack!

you let out a sharp cry, your fingers gripping the fabric of his trousers. the sound of his palm meeting your flesh was loud, echoing through the room.

"kento! that hurts," you whimpered, your brows knitting together as you instinctively recoiled. he merely sighed, gently but firmly guiding you back into place as though your protest hadn't changed his mind in the slightest.

"i believe we discussed this, didn't we?" nanami’s voice was calm, devoid of anger but laced with a stern, unwavering authority. "the moment you step through that door, the frustrations of your café stay outside. yet, for five days straight, you've walked in here and projected your irritation onto me. i will not tolerate a foul attitude in my home."

"i can't help it!" you cried, your words barely audible through the cushion you had buried your face against. your vision swam with tears, warm droplets staining the fabric.

"he’s just— he’s such a prick, ken! he undermines everything i do, and i just—"

smack!

"your coworker's incompetence is not an excuse for your insolence toward me," he interrupted, his hand lingering on your asscheek for a moment, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. ever so often, he’d shift his weight, ensuring you were pinned firmly against his thighs. "now, are you going to continue making excuses, or are you going to apologize for how you've spoken to me this week?"

"i’m sorry," you mewled, your voice barely holding together. another wave of tears blurred your vision, spilling freely despite your attempts to hold them back. "i’m sorry, ken—”

smack! smack!

"ah!— easy!" you protested, letting out a small yelp as you instinctively tensed.

nanami didn't answer immediately. instead, he let his hand slide from your reddened cheek down to the center of your heat. and through the thin cotton of your panties, he began to rub you, his palm applying a slow, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. the contrast was dizzying—the stinging fire on your backside and the sudden, mounting pleasure between your legs.

"you’re so worked up," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low vibration you could feel against your hip. "your heart is racing. is it the anger, or is it this?"

you drew in a shaky breath, instinctively falling quiet as you tried to steady yourself through the pain.

smack!

“answer me, honey. don’t go all quiet on me.”

"both!” you squeaked, toes curling while you arched your back instinctively into his touch. "feels so good..”

"it feels good because you know you've been bad," he countered. not even a second later, he shifted his hand, hooking two fingers under the elastic waistband of your panties and tugged them aside just enough to gain access.

“what are you—”

a strangled moan left your mouth as he buried his fingers deep inside you without giving you any time to adjust.

“oooh fuuuck.. kentooo..”

you were already slick, your body betraying your frustration and turning it into raw desire. he moved his fingers with a methodical precision, curling them upward to hit the sensitive spot that made your toes curl and your vision swim.

"look at me," he commanded.

“i— i can’t—”

smack!

you yelped out his name once more and quickly twisted your head back, looking up at him through tear filled eyes. nanami looked down at you, his expression still stern, though his eyes had darkened with a hunger he usually kept tightly controlled.

"do you understand why this is happening?" he asked, his fingers continuing to pump steadily inside you, stretching you open.

"yes," you breathed, your voice trembling. "because i— i was mean! because i took it out on you!”

"correct."

he paused his fingers for a second, only to deliver one more sharp, stinging slap to your red ass. you shrieked, the shock of the pain causing you to clench around his thick fingers. "and since you're so stressed from work, i think it's only fair that i help you release all that tension. right here. right now, yeah?"

his thumb began grinding against your nub while his fingers worked deep inside your soaking wet walls.

"kento, please.. im gonna—“

"not until i tell you," he whispered, leaning down to press a firm, possessive kiss to the nape of your neck. "tell me you'll be a good girl tomorrow. tell me you'll leave that man's ghost at the door."

"i will! i promise!" you cried out, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. "i'll be good! just please, don't stop!"

nanami let out a small, satisfied hum, his fingers accelerating into a blur of desire and satisfaction.

"that’s my girl."

i need him so bad bro 🤤🤤🤤🤤 ok so basically ive been wanting to post this for a while but i never got to editing it BUT i finally have r u proud of me

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