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aita for hooking up with my best friend’s boyfriend.ᐟsukuna, if he was my boyfriend first?

cw: mdni. explicit sexual content. infidelity, angst, light fingering.

obviously, you didn’t mean for it to happen.

she was your closest friend. yeah, you thought it was a little weird that she started dating your ex boyfriend of two years only three months after you and him had broken up. but they’d been together for two months now, and you’d all sort of just… gotten used to it.

maybe too used to it. because sometimes, being around each other felt like nothing had changed.

like when you were at dinner with your friend group. your best friend had been ordering him a drink while he was out on a call—one you knew he’d hate. so you corrected her, without even thinking about it.

the waitress’s face softened. “thats a girlfriend that loves her man,” she’d said before she went to ring up the order.

or that same night, when one of your friends made a joke that you knew sukuna would find ridiculous. you and him caught eyes across the table, and you could hardly bite back your smile.

or the time just the three of you were out together. you’d stopped to fix your hair in the reflection of a store window, and he came up behind you. his presence—warm, safe, slightly daunting—was so strikingly familiar that you almost leaned into it.

he locked eyes with you in the reflection. reached up to tug at the stray hairs at your nape that you’d missed out of your ponytail. when he carried on down the sidewalk, you noticed your best friend a few paces ahead. watching the two of you, face expressionless.

but there was nothing to watch. you and sukuna had agreed to be amicable. you just so happened to also be in the same friend group.

there was nothing more to it.

you knock on her door now, ready to pick her up and head to brunch with the girls. you go to lift your knuckles to the wood again when it swings inward. and then your ex boyfriend is staring back at you.

his light coral hair is damp, falling limp and waved over his forehead. you wish your eyes didn’t track the tattoos lining his shoulders and biceps, or the ones on his chest and stomach, still trailing water. you especially wish they didn’t drop to the towel slung low on his waist.

when you finally remember yourself, you find his crimson eyes studying you.

“she’s not here,” he says as an introduction. blunt as always.

you tilt your head. “d’yknow when she’ll be back.”

he simply shrugs a shoulder.

you sigh. press your lips into a line as you rock back on your heels. and then you nod.

“‘kay, well… nice chat. bye, ryo.”

you’re about two steps up the pathway when he calls out behind you,

“you can wait for her here.”

which is how you end up sitting at the island in your best friend’s kitchen, whilst your ex boyfriend navigates the space like he lives here in a skimpy ass towel that leaves hardly anything to the imagination.

you fold your arms and lean on the counter.

“can you put some clothes on?” you huff after a long, drawn out silence. “this is inappropriate. you have a guest.”

sukuna looks over his shoulder, and you watch the muscles in his back ripple with the movement. he studies you for a second, but looks mildly amused in his own way when he says,

“nothing you haven’t seen before, pet.”

you scrunch your nose at the nickname—one he’d always purposely use to piss you off. safe to say, it still hits it’s mark.

“i doubt your girlfriend would approve,” you scoff.

you watch his eyes flick between yours before he decides to turn his attention back to the sandwich he’s making. you think the conversation is done, but he suddenly drops the knife on the plate. it clatters noisily. he doesn’t seem to notice as he turns to you fully.

unfortunately, you can see the print of his dick pressing against the towel. your eyes snap back up to his.

sukuna folds his arms across his broad chest. “do you have a problem with my relationship, y/n?”

you frown, a deep crease between your brows at the question.

“are you serious?” you ask, incredulous.

when ryomen simply looks at you, appearing to be completely and utterly serious, you choke out a strange sort of laugh. press the back of your hand to your mouth in an attempt to contain it.

“do i have a problem with the relationship you’re currently in with my best friend?” you feel your blood pressure rising, even while you smile. “did you seriously just ask me that?”

he walks around the island so that he’s standing a few feet away from where you’re sat. the air of his soap and shampoo washes over you—his scent hasn’t changed, and it makes your head spin.

“i won’t repeat myself, woman,” he says. challenging. or maybe… testing?

“you think now is the appropriate time for you to ask me if i have a problem with it?” you feel your chest heave with every second that your adrenaline spikes. “two months into your relationship?”

your infuriating ex tuts. “so you do have an issue with it.”

“no, ryo,” you say, feigning confusion. “why on earth would i have an issue with you fucking my best friend of four years?”

you see the muscle in his jaw tick. “i don’t care for sarcasm, y/n.”

“oh, you’re right. i’m sorry.” you hold your hand to your heart as you slip down off the barstool, take a step forward. you have to crane your neck to hold his eyes when you say, “maybe i should have considered your feelings.”

sukuna’s lips twitch upwards. you knew it to be a telltale sign that you were pissing him off. you just couldn’t fathom what he had to be pissed off about.

“you seem to have forgotten that you are the one that ended our relationship, y/n,” he tells you, voice dangerously low.

you open your mouth to argue, but he’s right. you broke things off because you wanted to focus on your career. and when ryomen sukuna was in your life, the only thing you could focus on was him.

“right,” he says, seemingly having read your mind. “so i’m unsure why you are currently standing in front of me and wasting my time.”

the sharp crack that rings around the kitchen as your palm connects with his face echoes in your ears, even seconds after the matter. you stare at him, stunned. for a moment, he’s equally as.

and then he reaches out to grip your face in one bear-like hand. his fingers dig into your cheeks, just bordering painfully.

“ryo—”

he ignores you, tilting your face up to look at his while you brace your hands on his thick forearm.

“always did have such a terrible temper,” he hums, shaking his head while his eyes trace every inch of your face. his thumb swipes over your lower lip, voice low when he says, “there was only one way i could get you to shut up. wasn’t there?”

“kuna, what’re y—”

he pushes his thumb into your mouth, presses it so far back on your tongue that your eyes prick with tears. he looks like he can’t even hear you, eyes glazed over, muscled chest rising and falling heavily.

he walks you back into the island until it’s digging into your back. until his front is pressed against yours, and his bulge is poking your stomach. his lips are parted. they twitch up, eyes somehow burning brighter. wilder.

“ryo…” you sigh. his eyes are on your lips when you open them to say more, to say god knows what, but you’re cut short.

your ex boyfriend pushes his tongue into your mouth. moves one hand to grip the underneath of your jaw, the other to pull your waist harder against him. your palm presses into his chest with the intention of shoving him away, but when it weakly slides down the expanse of his stomach, he hums into your mouth.

“ohmigod,” you breathe when he trails his lips along the soft spot beneath your ear. “ryo, we need to stop.”

“is that what you want?” he murmurs, lips brushing your earlobe. “y’want me to stop?”

his hand slides down to grip your ass and you moan into his neck. shake your head. you feel him grin against your skin before he lifts you up onto the counter, begins unbuttoning your shorts with deft fingers. he dips his hand into your panties, breath warm against your mouth.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed this pussy, y/n,” he says as he slides a finger inside of you.

you whine, brows slackening, nails digging into his ink covered shoulders. “ffuuck, kuna,” you sigh, hips rolling forward.

he kisses you, long and deep, groaning into your mouth. pulls away with a wet smack! of your lips. when he presses a second finger in and curls them both upwards, you grip the short hair at the back of his head, lips falling open in a silent ‘o’.

“your body remembers me well, treasure,” he says, voice a low growl while he strokes the soft spot that makes you see stars behind your eyelids.

you grind against his hand, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, panting in his ear. he presses his thumb to your clit, and you whimper loudly at the heat that spreads through your abdomen.

“i marked this cunt real good.” his voice is full of wicked amusement. “didn’t i, brat?”

you open your mouth, an insult on your tongue, but your parted lips fall to the curve of sukuna’s shoulder as he strokes your g-spot, lewd, wet noises filling the kitchen with every rough thrust of his digits.

you sound and feel pathetic, a whimpering mess just from having his fingers inside of you. having his body crowding you, his scent filling your lungs. your nails claw at his skin, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

when you look up, he’s watching your every move, like he’s committing this to memory. you thread your fingers into his hair, pull him down so that his lips ghost over yours. so that the only air you’re breathing in is his. he plants the most tender kiss on your lips, and yet it sends your body to flames.

“ryo,” you pant, eyes squeezed shut. “i’m gonna—”

your whole body tenses, forehead dropping down onto his while your body is overcome with pleasure.

“that’s it, baby,” sukuna murmurs, devilish eyes watching the way you come apart in front of him. “cum on my fingers, just like old times.”

you do cum, hard, pussy pulsing around his fingers as your hips mindlessly roll forward, as his fingers continue to fuck your hole until your orgasm ebbs, and your body falls limp against his.

for a moment the only sound you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears.

then ryomen steps back. your gaze moves from the painfully prominent erection beneath the towel, to his chest heaving just as much as yours. he pushes salmon coloured hair back out of his face. opens his mouth to say something.

which is when you hear the key push into the front door.

“mmm. good thing i held back, i suppose,” your ex boyfriend says, casual as ever, before cleaning off his fingers with his tongue. the sight makes your pussy throb.

“would’ve been hard to explain how your bodily fluids had spilled all over the kitchen floor.”

your eyes widen. he just gives you a look that you can’t decipher before turning on his heels and heading down the hall towards the bedroom.

you’ve barely buttoned up your shorts with shaky fingers when the door swings open, and your best friend walks in with an iced coffee in hand.

her brows raise momentarily when she first spots you sitting on her kitchen island with your legs crossed. then she smiles.

“hey, y/n!” she says, walking over to you. she drops a bakery bag down on the counter. “i hope you weren’t waiting long. pilates ran over today.”

you shake your head and wonder if it looks casual. “no, not long at all. ryo just let me in.”

her eye twitches, and you bite the inside of your lip at the slip up. sukuna didn’t go by his first name—you were the only one that called him ryo. the only one he let call him ryo, when the two of you were together.

your friend knew this.

“uhuh,” she says, eyes moving to the sandwich half-made on the counter behind you. “where is kuna?” she asks.

“he went to shower,” you tell her. “said he was running late for…something.”

right on cue, he appears in the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel. “you should learn to keep your time better, babe,” he says.

your nose scrunches up at hearing ryomen sukuna call somebody ‘babe’, but you straighten it out quickly.

watch as your friend leans in, wrapping her arm around her boyfriend’s waist. watch your ex boyfriend bend down to her height. he catches your eye over her shoulder when she tilts her head up for a kiss.

he passes her mouth to briefly press his lips to her cheek. then he slings the towel around his neck and rounds the counter, back to his forgotten sandwich.

you swallow. turn back to your friend to find her watching you, watching him. she holds your eyes for a second too long before she looks away.

“okay babe, i’ll be back at a reasonable time. promise,” she says, too brightly.

sukuna doesn’t even turn around. you watch the muscles of his back work when he says, “have fun.”

you don’t look at him again when you jump down off the counter and follow your friend to the front door.

you pull it shut behind you, suck in a breath of fresh air like it’s your first in minutes, and wonder what the fuck just happened.

original content by @ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!

a/n: mmff missed my babies too much had to come back early from hiatus (48 hours). i’m trying to dabble outside of my comfort zone and lock in on characterisation. also new theme? what do we think chat? let’s ask the audience…

— (also the answer to the aita is obviously yes, although all three of them are pretty morally corrupt) (also aita = ‘am i the asshole?’ for any pretty angels that don’t know)

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What A Good Kitty!

Pairing: Asshole Roommate!Sukuna x Cat Girl!Reader x Pet Owner!Toji (ft. Tattooer!Kuna x Mechanic!Toji)

Synopsis: Sukuna HATES cats. He can't stand the little balls of fur. All they do is make messes that he has to clean up and flare his allergies. But apparently, his roommate Toji doesn't care about all that and decides to adopt you, the adorable little cat girl he sees in a pet shop window. As suspected, you dislike Sukuna just as much as he dislikes you, so he makes it his mission to stay as far away from you as possible. However, one stormy night when Toji leaves for work, Sukuna comforts you during a scare from the thunder and suddenly realizes just how adorable you really are...and affectionate. 

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Pet Play; Transformation; Cat Hybrid!Reader; Adoption; Fear Comfort; Snuggling; Petting; Finger F*ck; Ear Scritches/Tail Stroking; Deepthroating; Caught Fucking (by Toji but he likes that shit lol); Threesome; Daddy Dom!Toji x sub!Reader x Daddy Dom!Kuna; Collaring; Daddy/Master Kink; Couch Sëx; Spitroast; Dick Piercing; Tattoo Worship; Doggy Style aka Kitty Style (I'll go sit in the corner lmaoo); Raw Creampies; Facial; Aftercare

Word Count: 9.7k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! This is based off of a headcanon I wrote about Cat Girl!Reader x Pet Owner!Toji (ft. Asshole Roomie!Kuna) back in February (HOLY SHIT WE IN JUNE NOW GODDAMN) I hope y'all enjoy it!! Read the headcanon riiiiight HERE! <3 -love, Jazz

Credits: Dividers made by @cursed-carmine!

Sukuna hates cats. 

Scratch that: he hated cats before he met you. 

To be fair, he has a disdain for pets of all shapes and sizes. Including cats. Really, he just hates animals, even the little birdies outside his window that chirp his head off in the mornings and shit on his car. He has never owned a pet before due to this unburning hatred and disdain for earth’s “furry friends”. 

But there is no species that gets under his skin the way that cats do. He can’t stand their fur that shed and get every fucking where so he winds up sneezing and his eyes swell. He hates how active they get at night, meowing and running around with their nocturnal asses until he’s up for hours. He hates how prissy and high-maintence they are, requiring 24 hours of attention, the right type of cat food, and a human servant to wait on them hand and foot.

So when Toji, his longtime roommate, pitched the idea of getting a cat of the blue while running errands, Sukuna was, of course, very against the idea. The only reason Toji even brought up the idea of adopting a cat was because they passed by a quaint, disgustingly cute pet store where a special on cats for National Cat Day was happening. 

Toji stood in front of a makeshift fence made to keep the kittens inside, staring down in adoration at the furry little things meowing, playing, and leaping around. Specifically the soft-looking black one with the pretty eyes and tiny mews. “We’re not gettin’ one,” Sukuna growled. 

Toji glared at him, irritated by Sukuna’s lack of enthusiasm. “Well, you ain’t, but I am. C’mon, man, she’s a cutie, ain’t she?” He gently scooped the kitten up from the runt, her tiny body fitting right in his big hands. The kitten stared up at him curiously with those big, irresistible eyes. “Just look at her eyes. And those cute little ears.” 

Toji fell in love right on the spot, scritching behind her ears and under her chin with his thick fingers. “Hey, darlin’,” he coos. “Oooo, you like that? I hit juuuust the spot, didn’t I?” The kitten’s eyes fluttered shut and her body rumbled as she began to purr from the petting. “Purrrrrrr~” 

Sukuna looked away from the disgusting scene, right over at the old woman pretending to admire the tabby kittens when really she was eye-fucking Toji. “Stop before this old lady squirts in front of me,” he hissed. “And stop talkin’ to it like that. We ain’t gettin’ it.” 

Toji glared at his room, still scritching the kitten’s ears. “And why the fuck not?” 

“We don’t have the space for a damn pet! Who’s gonna take care of it while you’re at work?” As a tattoo artist, Sukuna definitely didn’t (and wasn’t) going to have the time to care for it. Toji is a mechanic, so he works long hours too, always coming home covered in car oil and groaning from being on his aching knees all day. 

How the fuck are two working, forty-something year old men going to take care of a little kitten? Paying for taxes and groceries every two weeks is bad enough!

“I guess not you,” Toji scoffed, nuzzling the kitten’s head with his chin. But she will be fine! I’ll feed her, potty train her an’ everything so she don’t bother your bitchy ass.” As if listening and hearing him, the kitten mewed at Toji and nuzzled into his cheek, still purring. “C’mon, Kuna,” he pouted. “How can you resist her? She’s adorable!” 

The kitten turned to Sukuna then, her eyes glistening curiously. Sukuna stared at the cat, noticing something…different about her. Something un-feline that didn’t match the other kittens behind the fence. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished when the kitten purred as Toji’s big hand petted her head, pushing her ears back. So he caved. “Fine, but she’d better behave or I’m gettin’ rid of her. One mess and she’s out.” 

Toji grinned like a little kid and excitedly held the kitten up to his face. “You heard that, little one? You’re comin’ home with me.” And he raced inside the pet shop with the kitten in tow to sign the papers that day. 

For the next 24 hours, Toji was doting on his new pet while Sukuna stayed out of the way and stocked up on allergy medicine. But you were a brattier feline than either of the men anticipated…and you weren’t even a real feline. Not entirely. 

That night, after falling asleep on the couch to the last season of “The Boys”, Sukuna passed out somewhere during episode 4 only to be woken up by something tickling his thigh. He grumbled, flicking it away, only to feel it again minutes later. “Damn bugs,” he growled, opening his eyes and looking across the couch to see– 

“Jesus!” he yelps, nearly falling off of the couch. His startled yell scared you out of your sleep. You curled up with a blanket covering you, furry black ears and a tail attached to your head and backside. Your eyes glistened as you stared at him, wide and glowing in the dark. 

Sukuna jumped up from the couch, alarmed at the stranger in his apartment. “Who the fuck are you?! How’d you get in here?!” You didn’t reply, sitting up on your knees where the blanket slid down to reveal your naked tits. “And why the fuck are you naked?!” Sukuna grunted. 

Nevermind the fact that you had the best rack he’s seen in ages! So pretty and soft and plump-looking. Just aching to be sucked and tweaked and pinched and massaged and fucked with his big, fat c– 

Suddenly, a light flickered on, casting the living room in a soft, warm glow. Toji stood in the doorway of his bedroom in his KFC bucket-printed boxers and a T-shirt, yawning. “The hell are you on about, Sukuna? It’s 6 in the fuckin’ morning.” But all sleep immediately faded when he got a look at you sitting on the couch. 

“Master!” you happily say. Your tail stood up happily and your fluffy ears pricked, excited to see your owner. Toji scowled, just as confused as his roommate as you flung yourself off the couch and scurried over to him with the blanket wrapped around you. 

“Master?” Sukuna parroted, confused. “You know her? What, did you fuck her last night and forget?” Toji stared at you, utterly disturbed at why a strange girl was standing in his apartment naked with cat ears.

“I don’t…wait. That collar.” He turned your chin up where you proudly flaunted the pretty pink collar where a gold nametag hung with your name printed on it. The same collar he got the kitten. Toji’s eyes glistened with recognition. “Y/N? That you, sweetheart?” 

At the mention of your name, you smiled at him, all joy and affection. “Master,” you purred. “Snuggle.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, barely grazing his broad chest. Toji grinned, hugging you tight, recognizing his sweet kitty. “I knew there was somethin’ special ‘bout you. You’re one of those cat girls, ain’tcha?” 

You purred and snuggled into your owner’s chest, in your own little world with him. But Sukuna wasn’t having it. “She ain’t stayin’. How the fuck do you expect us to pay for another fuckin’ human in here?!”

“But she’s a cat too,” Toji argued. “And nobody’s askin’ you to pay for her; I will. She’s MINE.” He protectively held you as he glared at Sukuna, stubborn and unrelenting. “C’mooon, just look at the girl!” He turned to you around to face Sukuna and maybe it was the beer he consumed beforehand, but…something in your eyes grabbed at the pink-haired tattooer. 

Not that he liked you or anything. But still, he wasn’t a monster. Just an asshole. He groaned, pinching his sinuses. He felt a headache coming on, both from the cat hair flying about and the current situation. “Fine, but make sure she stays in your room. And remember: one mess and she’s out.” 

Turns out one mess turned into many. Catgirl or regular cat, you were prone to doing cat-like things, like knocking shit over on the table and destroying toilet paper. You showed up in unwanted areas, like when Sukuna was showering, and you constantly meowed for attention. 

As the months went by, the two roommates quickly realized that you shifted into your cat and human forms depending on the time of day and on your mood. In the daytime, you were a little kitten prancing around on all fours, furry and fucking up Sukuna’s sinuses. But at night, you were a curious, adorably sexy human woman, all up under Toji like you were cold. 

And Toji was hooked. He no longer invited any hookup over (probably because he was too busy fucking you), instead spending all his time with you after he got home. He couldn’t wait to get home to you just to stroke your fluffy ears and tail just to hear you purr for him. 

He used all his money to buy you the cutest outfits and the prettiest collars for your neck, bedazzled with gems and bells to hear you coming when he called your name or clucked his tongue to signal for you. He spoiled you rotten, always taking you to the park on warm days or to the pet shop to buy you more treats and toys that you didn’t need. 

Toji was totally determined to be the best pet owner to his little kitty. And Sukuna detested every minute of it, especially since his roommate’s pleasure was at the expense of his discomfort. 

Mostly because he was tired of hearing Toji fuck your brains out through the bedroom walls at night and seeing you slink around in those damn ruffled mini skirts and sundresses Toji insisted on buying you that Sukuna definitely didn’t think make you look so cute and sexy in. He was sick of your shit. 

So one morning before work when he came in to see you sitting on the couch in your cat form, like you shouldn’t have been, he had a fit. “Oi!” he bellowed. “Get the fuck down! Why the fuck are you on my couch?!” 

You stared up at him, unbothered, and made a mean grumble when Sukuna stormed over to you. “Damn fur ball. Don’t growl at me or I’ll skin you.” But he didn’t dare pick you up. Last time he did that, he got a deep scratch on his hand that bled for hours. Because you couldn’t speak in your little cat body, you began to loudly meow, signaling for your Master. 

Toji came running in, dressed in sweats and ready for coffee. “What’s up, baby?” he cooed, coming right over to you. “Aye, you fightin’ with Y/N again? I think you woke her up.” You sweetly meowed and purred for Toji as he petted your backside, unfurling from your loaf to stretch in greeting.  

“She ain’t supposed to be on the couch. I told you this a million times, asshole. Remember my allergies?” Sukuna sniffled, already feeling his nose becoming itchy. Toji gave him an apologetic smile, secretly laughing. “Ohh, riiiiight, you’re allergic. We got plenty of medicine in the bathroom for that.” 

“That’s not the point,” Sukuna groaned. “I don’t want all that fuckin’ cat hair on my—did she scratch up my couch?!” He eyed the tattered fabric on the couch, looking suspiciously like cat claw marks. Toji picked you up, cradling you. 

“Oops. Y/N, honey, I thought I told you no scratchin’ the couch up.” You purred in his arms, blinking up at him with those magnetic eyes. Toji melted, ever so in love with you. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he cooed, giving you heart eyes as he scritched behind your ears. 

Sukuna rolled his eyes at the disgusting display. “This prissy little pussy is gettin’ on my nerves. I’m about to throw her in the street.” Toji rolled his eyes at his roommate’s dramatics. “No, you’re not. You love her just as much as I do!” 

“No, I don’t. I only tolerate her ‘cause she’s yours. You’re the only one she even likes.” You were all lovey-dovey and sunshine for Toji, but all Sukuna got were hisses, growls, and occasional scratches if he happened to pick you up or get too close. You didn’t like him and he sure as hell didn’t like you either. 

“That’s because I don’t yell at her or swat her with newspaper or call her names,” Toji said accusingly. “Of course, she loves her Master more. Right, kitten?” He snuggled you into his chest, your purrs loud enough to be heard from down the block. 

Sukuna pretended to gag and stormed into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee before popping on the rest of The Boys. It was his day off and he was going to enjoy it. “God, get a fuckin’ room,” he growled. 

“Someone’s jealous,” Toji chuckled to which Sukuna gave him the middle finger. “Listen, I’ll probably be late today with work, so just take care of her while I’m gone?” Sukuna turned, staring at his roomie like he was insane. And he was. “Da fuck I look like? I’m not her owner.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not here to care for her,” Toji stressed, looking absolutely gutted at leaving you alone for so long. He was usually back in the afternoons after a job at the mechanic shop, but today was one of his days he wanted to work overtime. “Just feed her and try not to skin her, alright? Be nice to my girl.” 

He took your paw and held it up for Sukuna, showing off your cute, pink toe beans. Sukuna sighed and grabbed a mug before turning away to brew himself a pot of coffee. “Whatever.” 

As he tried to ignore the cute sounds of your meows and purrs, Toji spoke again. “Wish you would just give her a chance. She really is a sweetheart, Kuna. Trust me: one day, this little darlin’ is gonna rub off on you.” 

But Sukuna ignored him, only hoping that you didn’t piss on his couch or shred his clothes while your Master was gone. How was he going to survive a day alone with such a little brat on his hands? 

•••••••••••••• 

Hours later, the day turned into night and it was raining cats and dogs. “Jesus,” he muttered, watching the downpour from his window. 

The window overlooked the cityscape outside, droplets of water pouring down the glass. It was the perfect night in; rainy, dark, and gloomy. Sukuna was prepared to spend his night diving into some takeout, beer, and Netflix on the couch while Toji was still working a shift. 

But as he turned around to get started on his evening in, he realized how difficult that would be because you–the furry little thorn in his side–were lying curled up on the couch in your human form. Toji had picked up a pretty ruffled black mini dress that you’d been wearing all day, waiting for your Master to come home from work. 

You didn’t bother Sukuna much today, only making a lot of annoying sounds with your loud ass bell tinkling about as you walked around in your cat form, sipping water and playing with your barrage of toys that Sukuna always stepped on. But when he saw you lying on the couch, your knees curled up to your chest and your pretty face looking so serene, he blew a fuse. “Yo!” he growled. “Oi, get down! You can’t be up there!” 

Your furry black ears twitched as your eyes fluttered open. Sukuna tried not to take notice of how long and defined your lashes were, reminding him so much of a doll’s. Your cat-like eyes flickered up to him, your sweet voice thick with sleep. “Toji,” you murmured. “Master?” 

Sukuna felt a strange tug in his stomach when you mentioned his roomie, mistaking him for the tall mechanic. He had no idea how long you had been sitting on the couch while he wasn’t watching, but that nap must’ve knocked your brain loose a couple screws. “Your Master ain’t here. He’s at work; you know that. Now get up.” 

You sat up from your position, stretching, your tail unfurling and curling around your ankles before fanning impatiently. “Want Toji,” you grumbled. “Wanna call.” You pouted those plump, pink lips at him to which he rolled his eyes at, struggling to keep his cool. Especially with the way that tinkling gold bell attached to your collar brushed just above your sweet, juicy-looking cleavage. “Call him if ya want. Just get off the fuckin’ couch.” 

But you didn’t, still sitting there, arms crossed and lips pouted. You were a stubborn little thing, indeed. Sukuna growled like a wolf hunting his prey, becoming irritated. “Little brat. I said GET DOWN.” After sizing him up with an unbothered stare, you laid your head back down against the couch cushion. “Sleepy,” you murmured. “Cozy.” 

You snuggled into the couch as you curled your knees back up to your chest, accidentally showing off a sliver of your lace panties and a bit of your supple asscheeks underneath. Sukuna felt a hot flush enter his body at the sight and he quickly averted his eyes to the newspaper lying on the coffee table. “You little wench. If ya don’t move right now, I’ll—“ 

BOOM! 

Suddenly, you were up from your comfortable sleep position, fear and shock evident on your pretty face. Your tail poofed up from the loud noise, frazzled, and your ears shot back. “Eeeeek!” you shrieked, causing you to fly off the couch and into Toji’s bedroom to hide. Sukuna flinched as the door slammed shut, leaving him alone once more. “Da hell is her problem?” he muttered. 

But then something weird happened: he actually began to walk towards Toji’s room to see you. Comfort you. That has never happened before. He instantly stopped, one foot pausing in front of the other, as reality smacked him hard. “What the fuck are you doin’?” he asked himself. Quickly, he fetched his beer and sat down with some Netflix, ignoring the strawberry-sweet scent you left in your wake on the couch. 

As the storm raged on and the thunder boomed, lightning flashing across the living room in the darkness, Sukuna felt his eyes growing heavy somewhere between Daredevil: Born Again and Love Is Blind (he loved laughing at the mess of reality TV). But quickly, the heaviness of sleep and the rain stopped his approaching nap when he heard Toji’s bedroom door creak open.

He turned and there you stood, wrapped in a blanket, your tail literally between your legs. Your ears were still sitting back, flat against your head. The look in your eyes held nothing but fear. “Back again?” Sukuna asked, one tatted arm tossed over the back of the couch. “Ya come to apologize?” 

You didn’t answer, too busy jumping at the sound of more thunder booming, cutting through the white noise of the TV. Sukuna rolled his crimson eyes at your reactions. What a squeamish little thing. “Jeez, relax. It’s just thunder. And some lightning.” 

As soon as he said it, more lightning struck, flashing across the walls. You gasped and raced for the couch, jumping onto it with Sukuna. But then you tried to take his arm. “What the fuck are you doin’?” he growled. He snatched his arm away from you, much to your hurt expression, and shook his head as he moved over as far as he could from you. “Uh-uh, back up. I don’t do cats.” 

You stared up at him with pupils as big as moons, your eyes welling up with wet tears that made them glassy. You slunk off of the couch, shivering in your blanket, the picture of fear. “Toji,” you whimpered. “S-Scared.”

Watching you, Sukuna couldn’t help but feel like an asshole. He wasn’t pleased that you were here taking up his movie night, but he didn’t want to be a total dick to you. So as you turned to walk back to Toji’s room, alone and afraid, he caved. “Hey,” he called. You turned, confused, your ears perking up. “You can come up and sit, but no funny business. I ain’t your owner.” 

You seemed confused at first, like you couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not. But slowly, you slunk back over to the couch and sat down. You were stiff at first, all of your limbs wound tight together, but overtime as the show continued and the minutes ticked by, you sunk into the couch. Sukuna looked over at you, finding you curled up in your spot again. “Better?” 

You nodded, lazily, not quite awake, and let out a cute little yawn that tugged at his heartstrings. Maybe it was the beer. He couldn’t be actually thinking you were adorable…right? 

He didn’t overthink it, instead distracting himself with the mess and drama of Love Is Blind, humorously smirking whenever an argument happened and rolling his eyes at a kiss. The storm raged on, but you were quiet, never flinching or shrieking in fear. Perhaps this is all you needed: some company. And at some point, you fell asleep. 

When Sukuna looked over at you, he wished he hadn’t…because you were the most adorable sight he had ever seen. Curled up under the fluffy blanket, you looked so serene and peaceful, your ears twitching ever so slightly, your tail serenely flicking by your pink-painted toes. The only thing that snapped him out of it was his phone ringing. Quickly, he snatched it up so he wouldn’t wake you and answered without looking at the caller ID. “What?” he barked. 

“Hey, asshole,” Toji greeted. “How’s my baby doin’? You skin her yet?” Sukuna looked over at you snoozing away, soft purrs leaving your lips. “She’s got one more time to make all that yowlin’ again and I might,” he grumbled. He had to keep up appearances after all. 

“She’s scared,” Toji sighed, sounding worried for his poor kitty. “Poor baby. She hates the thunder. Listen, just watch over her, alright? And if you need to, pet her. It makes her less scared.” 

‘Pet her?’ Sukuna thought. ‘Pet her where?’ He grimaced, confused. “How the fuck am I supposed to–” 

“Gotta go,” Toji interrupted before he could finish asking. “Just watch over my girl. I’ll be home soon.” And then the call was finished. 

As soon as Sukuna put his phone down, he heard a slight mew and turned to find your ears twitching rapidly, your tail flicking in agitation. You were shivering under the blanket, your brows drawn in fear and distress. You then began yowling again in your sleep, that awful, pitiful sound ringing in his ears. The tattooer swallowed, unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than you already were…but he couldn’t see you look so damn pitiful. 

Slowly, he scooted over to you, careful not to make a sudden move or sound. Once he was within arm’s reach of you, he gently stuck out a hand and poked you. Immediately, you were awake and tossing the blanket off of you. Your eyes were sharp splits and your claws were bared, every muscle in your body tight. 

“Hey, hey, chill,” he grumbled, snatching his hand away. “It’s just me. Don’t bite me, alright?” Though you relaxed, you still looked slightly perturbed, staring at his hand adorned in ink. “This is just so you ain’t makin’ that annoyin’ ass noise. It’s not ‘cause I care. Plus, your Master keeps botherin’ me.” 

At the mention of your Master, your eyes softened. “Toji?” you whispered. Sukuna grimaced, his lips tightening. “No, I told you: he’s at work. I’m–” 

“Sukuna,” you replied. The tattooer stopped short, shocked at the sound of his name escaping your lips. You had never said his name before. It sounded strange coming from you, but also…nice. “Yeah,” he said, surprised. Your eyes jet back to his hand, staring dead at his thick fingers. “You ain’t gonna bite me, are you? Or hiss? Or scratch me?” 

To his surprise, you did neither. You were silent, tail curling curiously around your feet. Slowly, inch by inch, he reached toward you and softly petted the top of your head. Your ears shot up at the sudden contact, alarmed by the touch, but then you settled into it. “You want more?” he cooed. “Don’t get used to it. It’s just for tonight.” 

But even as he said it, he didn’t believe himself. Because the moment he began stroking your soft hair and ears, the moment he heard you purr, was the moment he started falling. Hard. He didn’t think it was possible and he couldn’t explain away the pounding of his heart or the way his stomach fluttered as he stared at your peaceful expression. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, your long lashes fanning your cheeks, as you purred nonstop at his ministrations. He never pet an animal in his life before this moment, but he was glad to know that he wasn’t terrible at it. But once you let out a soft moan at his touch, he instantly stopped, feeling his cock twitch in his sweats at the sound. 

What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t be here getting hard over his roommate’s pet! “Alright, that’s enough,” he grunted, much to your dismay and confusion. “Lemme get back to my show.” 

But he couldn’t. Because you were crawling your little self into his lap. Sukuna tensed, confused and alarmed at your change in behavior. “Whoa, whoa,” he coughed. “Da hell are you doin’? Get down. I’m not your Master.” You didn’t listen, snuggling your cheek into the hard planes of his chest. “M’cold,” you whispered. “Warm.” 

You stared up at him then with those big, glittery eyes. Eyes like a siren luring in a sailor. Sukuna blinked, feeling his face flush from the sight of your pretty face and eyes staring through your thick lashes at him, his mind taking him on a journey to his dirtier fantasies of you looking up at him like that while you sucked his fat co–

“No, no, wait,” he grunted, trying to push you off of him. “We can’t. I-I don’t like cats and you’re…you’re…” So cute. So small. So perfect. You felt so soft and warm against him, your hands laid flat against his chest, right below his hammering heart. His arms ached to hold you. His hands itched to feel you. Every part of his body yearned for you as you sat in his lap. He didn’t know what you were doing to him. 

“What are you doin’ to me, huh?” he panted, staring down at you. He made the mistake gently petting your tail, causing you to let out a tiny keen of pleasure. “Sukuna,” you murmured, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. And then your lips were on his. He told himself that you initiated first, but he couldn’t be so sure. 

All he saw were your dialed pupils before your eyes closed and your soft, plump lips touched his. He couldn’t deny it: you were a really good kisser. Your lips were supple and sweet, tasting like cherries; such as soft as your tail that tickled his skin as it curled up around his waist. He didn’t know much about cats, but when you began to purr, he could tell you were enjoying this. 

So he allowed himself to slowly touch you, stroking up your thighs; your spine through your backless dress; your soft tail. Then his lips were on your neck, shoulders, and jawline, his lips touching places that made your nipples harden beneath your dress. He could feel them press against his chest as you arched yourself into his touch, your soft moans and keens driving him up the brink of insanity. 

Now, your body wasn’t tense from fear anymore. It was all pleasure. Even as the storm grew louder and stronger, you didn’t flinch or run. Instead, you stayed in Sukuna’s lap, straddling him now. 

“Please,” you whimpered. “More.” The tattooer eyed you, his cock throbbing beneath your lace panties. “More?” he asked in a deep tone thick with arousal. “Tell me where, little one.” 

His hand brushed your back, making the hairs on your neck stand up. He smirked, loving that he had such power over you now…the same way you did over him. He let you take his hand and guide it, blushing when you guided his fingers between your thighs. “Right here?” he panted, feeling you throb against his fingertips. “You want my fingers right here?” 

Slowly, you nodded, your eyes hooded and lips parted as you softly moaned when he began rubbing you. He kept his movements slow, allowing you to pull away if you chose to…but you didn’t. You stared at him as he kept stroking your pussy through your panties, your lips becoming puffy and soaked from his thick fingers. 

This was so wrong. So bad. You were Toji’s pet! His perfect girl! And yet…. 

Sukuna’s eyes ticked up to meet yours, seeing nothing but lust there. “Feels good?” he asked. He began to rub your clit with his thumb, causing you to moan and close your eyes from the feeling. He grunted in disapproval, stopping his rubbing. “Look at me and tell me,” he firmly ordered. “Tell me how I feel pettin’ that little pussy.” 

You whimpered at his words, opening your eyes, shining like a cat’s in the darkness. “S-So good,” you stammered. He could see how hard your nipples were now, not to mention how soaked you’d grown. His fingers practically dripped with you. “I-Inside? Can you, Kuna? Please?” 

Those soft, hopeful eyes stared into his, begging him for exactly what he thought you wanted. What he secretly always wanted after listening to Toji praise your pussy through the thin walls at night, the headboard banging and your sweet cries filling the apartment. “So polite,” he chuckled. “So fuckin’ sweet. But you’re still a brat.” 

He drew a squeak out of you as he suddenly snatched you up and sat you in his lap, your back to his front, your tail tickling his stomach. “You need to be punished for that,” he whispered before gently kissing your soft, furry ear. He nibbled on it slightly, drawing another gasp out of you. 

His thick fingers swirled around the wet spot of your pussy before he pulled your panties aside, your thighs spread wide to welcome him. He groaned at the sight of you–so soft and pretty, pink on the inside with the most gorgeous puffy pussy lips and a nest of trimmed curls leading down to your honeypot. “You’re so spoiled. You’ve got Toji wrapped around your little claw.” 

Snap! He tugged on the waistband of your panties and snapped them back against your skin, smirking when you keened at the sensation. “But I ain’t Toji. I’m gonna make you work for this.” 

SMACK! 

You let out a mix of a moan and a yelp as his hand roughly smacked against your pussy, his palm becoming sticky with your juices. Slowly, he stuck one finger in, growing harder at the noises you made as he gently finger-fucked you, getting you used to him. You were so used to Toji and his sex, so he wondered if he was able to make you feel just as good with his fingers…and maybe his cock too. 

His thoughts could only get dirtier than the gutter as your moans, gasps, and whimpers filled the air, your soft thighs shaking around his hand as he curled his finger up to rub your G-spot. You leaned your head back into his chest, those eyes closing against the pleasure he was giving you. “S’kuna!” you moaned, squeezing his wrist in your tiny hand. “P-Please more! N-Need…need you!” Sukuna’s cock twitched in his sweats, damn near putting a hole in it. 

“You want more?” he huskily asked in your twitching ear. You only whimpered and nodded, probing him to slowly slide his middle finger in. Your mouth fell slack as your pussy gushed around his digits, soaking them. “How ‘bout this? Is this what you want, kitty?” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out, making sloshing sounds in your tight, wet cunt. 

His mind drifted as his thick fingers fucked you out of your fear. In his head, he replaced his fingers with his cock instead, fucking you till you cried and creamed all around him, dripping down his balls until they emptied inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim. As you squeezed around his fingers, his dick got stiffer until he was rubbing against you, much to your enjoyment. “You close?” he whispered in your ear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight! Squeezin’ ‘round me so good…” 

He fucked you a bit more intensely, speeding up, not caring if his knuckles got tired. He wanted you to cum for him. To scream in pleasure. To give him everything he wanted. Finally, your moans grew louder, bouncing off of the walls as lightning flashed against your pretty face.“Kuna….m’close! So close!” you squeaked. 

He grinned, endorphins pouring inside of his veins at the sheer fact that he was making you this submissive for him. “Cum for me, kitty. Just this once. Let me make that pussy cum f’me.” He suckled on your furry ear and continued his thrusting, loving how slick you made his hand. Finally, with a broken mew, you came all over his fingers. 

It was glorious and entertaining watching you cum for him. Even more entertaining than anything on TV! The way your ears flew back and your tail curled into a knot as you moaned so sweetly into the quiet living room sent shivers down his spine. He groaned when he felt your pussy spasm and clench around him, making him yearn to feel your pussy walls clamp around his dick in the same manner. 

You soaked his fingers down to the knuckles, leaving his palm sticky and wet. After your muscles relaxed and you let out a tiny sigh when your orgasm high faded, he slowly slid his fingers out of you and placed them up to your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered. You did so, opening your mouth to suck on his digits, your wet tongue slipping and sliding along his fingers. He grinned, satisfied with your submissiveness. You must’ve been sooo needy without your Master here. “Good girl,” he uttered, making you turn to stare at him. You seemed shocked that he would dare let such praise slip past his lips. 

Realizing his fuck-up, he cleared his throat, his cheeks hot. “Um…that was–whoa!” But before he could finish, you were sliding off of his lap and staring at him with a look of hot lust. He could hardly breathe as he watched you slink down to your knees, your tits nearly dripping out of your mini dress, looking like a picture of sex. 

Sukuna sat back, watching you, his cock throbbing in his sweats. “So you think you just own the place, huh? Slinkin’ ‘round here in them little dresses and all that lingerie…” 

He couldn’t stand it when Toji bought you such sexy outfits, mostly because he couldn’t fuck you in them. It was almost like Toji was teasing him, letting you flaunt your body in your cute little dresses, booty short pajamas, and lacey sets. But he certainly wasn’t complaining watching you kneel before him now in one of your little numbers.

You began to indulge in his muscular body, running your claws up his thighs to his stomach, peeling his shirt up to reveal his abs and tattoos. He groaned at the feeling of your sharp claws dragging against his skin. “Shit,” he panted. “Da hell do you think you’re doin’, huh? You can’t just…oh, fuuuuck.” 

The moan dragged out his throat as you leaned your head down between his thighs and began nuzzling his dick print. Hard, hot, and heavy against your soft cheek. Sukuna nearly came right there from the slutty act. “You like that, huh? Is it big enough for you, kitty?” You nodded, nuzzling his cock. “Go on; take it out if you want it. Show me what that mouth can do.” 

You did so, expertly untying his sweats in a way that impressed him. You purred as you slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles, exposing him to your lust-blown eyes. Your eyes widened at the sight of him–big, hard, throbbing, and veiny. A pink happy trail moved down to smooth shaven skin and his cock head was pierced at the tip with a silver ring that had you drooling. He sat before you, eyes hooded with lust and thighs spread for you. 

“So pretty,” you murmured before your hand was wrapping around it. Sukuna softly groaned as you began to stroke him, up and down, your eyes fixed on him. Then you wrapped your luscious mouth around him, being careful to not nick him with your fangs. He let out a loud, long moan at the feeling of your wet tongue and soft lips sucking him, licking him, wrapping him up like a velvety hug. “Shit,” he exhaled. “Fuck, you ain’t too bad at this…for a feline.” 

Cat-like eyes flicked up at him, sharp and shiny. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him a bit harder, making him grunt. He had to grab the couch cushions to avoid cumming right there down your throat. “Fuck!” he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. Then it was right back to you giving him the deepest, most excellent throat he had in his life. 

You were truly a pro at sucking dick, using your tiny hands to pump, pump at his base while you sucked him off at the tip, alternating between deep thrusts of your throat down his shaft and licks of your tongue against his cockhead ring. You even tugged a bit on that, making him mutter, “Little fuckin’ brat” through a grunt as pleasure zipped through him. 

“My bad. Is that a slur to your species?” he chuckled, kind of enjoying your little bite. Your eyes locked on him as you fucked his cock down your throat, your cute little ears twitching in pleasure as you did. You were enjoying this too. He could tell by your eager sucking and the spit that drooled from your mouth, coating his balls. “Goddamn,” he grunted, tilting his head back against the couch. “Is this what you do for your Master?” 

“Just about,” Toji replied. “But she uses more tongue than that.” 

Like a record scratching, reality smacked Sukuna hard in the face at the sound of his roommate’s deep, gruff voice. His head shot up, seeing Toji standing at the door in his work uniform, arms crossed over his buff chest. “Fuck!” Sukuna yelped. Mostly out of alarm but also because you didn’t stop sucking. Though your tail shot up happily to see Toji, you kept gagging on Sukuna’s cock, sweetly moaning around it. The vibrations traveled down to his balls, making his toes curl in his Nike slides. 

Why the fuck weren’t you stopping?! 

Toji smirked at the sight as if he knew this would happen. “Well, well…looks like you’ve gotten real close to my girl, huh, Kuna?” He paused, grinning. “I knew she’d getcha. She’s impossible to resist.” He stared down at you as you continued to work Sukuna’s cock with your throat like a pro, each velvety stroke down your tight channel making the tattooer groan. 

“I…w-we…she…” Sukuna didn’t know what to say or what to do. Should he push you away? God, he didn’t want to! Your mouth was just too good!

But to his surprise, Toji laughed as he stomped over to the couch in his boots wet from the rain. “Dude, it’s fine! I should’ve told you that my kitty can be a real slut too. Y’know, she’s always wanted to have you join us in bed, right, mamas?” He gently petted your head, making you purr against Sukuna’s cock. 

Toji smirked, a playful glint in his eye. “Go on, show him what you can do with that mouth. Doesn’t he deserve to be thanked for keepin’ you company?” He winked at Sukuna, making the tattooer sneer at him. “You just wanna watch, creep.” 

The mechanic didn’t even act like Sukuna was wrong, plopping down next to him on the couch. “Well, of course, I do. Gotta make sure you treat her throat right. After all, she’s mine.” He then took your collar between his thick fingers and turned it around to show your tag: Property of Toji Fushiguro (with his phone number included). 

Sukuna imagined his own name next to his roommate’s on your tag, representing their ownership over you, and the idea of you being his nearly made him bust. Toji watched with lust as you sucked off his roommate with the expertise of a professional cocksucker, your cheeks hollowed and eyes rolling back like you loved this shit. Loved Sukuna’s taste and how fat his dick was. 

“Doin’ so good f’me him, babydoll,” Toji murmured, stroking your ears. “I’m almost jealous.” Sukuna looked over and sure enough, he saw that Toji was pitching his own tent. You noticed it too and wetly popped off of Sukuna’s dick to grab at Toji’s bulge in his mechanic pants. “Master,” you panted. “Need you.” 

You began to rub him through his pants, making your Master tug at his bottom lip at your neediness. “Ohhh, so you want your Master’s cock too? You want some more milk, greedy girl?” He gave your tail a sharp tug, making you whimper at the pressure. 

Before Sukuna knew it, Toji’s pants were unzipped and his cock was springing free. It was just as hard and thick as Sukuna’s though he had a nest of black curls and a happy trail you seemed to drool over. “Well, cutie?” he crooned, smirking at you. “You gonna show my roomie how much of a big girl you are? How good of a kitty you can be?” 

Eager for more praise, you let Toji spit in your hands and wrapped your fingers around both of their thick shafts, causing both of them to wantonly groan at the lewdness of it. As you stroked the both of them, up and down from slow to quick, you alternate between sucking on them in a way that you made look easy. 

They each gave you luscious, deep moans and grunts as you slobbered all over their cocks, saliva dripping from your lips and down your chin. You licked, sucked and slurped them up, moaning obscenely as you did, eager for more of them. The more you sucked and blew their dicks, the wetter you got, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the ache of your sobbing wet pussy.

“God!” Sukuna grunted, damn near popping a vein in his hands from how hard he was gripping the couch. “Fuck, how is she this goddamn good at suckin’ dick?” 

Toji cackled, finding humor in seeing his roomie so whipped for his kitty cat’s throat. “Taught her everything she knows.” He groaned as he pried his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue and cheeks. “Open up f’me, kitty” he demanded. You did so, prying your lips open to allow him to lean in and spit in your mouth. 

Sukuna watched in awe and utter horniness, wishing for the chance to do that to you. “Now put it back on my cock,” Toji orders, grinning when you stooped down to spit his saliva onto his slick, hard dick and balls. Then it was right back to you sucking his cock, making him groan as he took your hair in his hand, keeping a secure yet gentle hold on you. “That’s right, mama,” he praised as you pumped Sukuna’s cock in tandem with your sucking. “Mmm, take us both. Such a good kitty.” 

‘Yeah. She’s so good.’ The thought came out of nowhere for Sukuna, conjured by the way you completely made it your mission to please the both of them. When you wrapped your lips around him again and got to sucking, Sukuna felt his balls tugging at your suction, your throat tight enough for a nice, big, fat, creamy load. “Ngh! S-She’s gonna make me fuckin’ bust if she keeps s-suckin’ me like that.” 

Toji grinned toothily at him, encouraging him to ruin and use you. “Then do it. Pet her tail for her. That’ll make her suck you down even deeper.” Sukuna did so, petting your soft tail with his thick fingers, earning your slutty gagging, your throat flexing around him. As the tattooer fucked your throat, Toji licked his fingers and began playing with your pussy, petting your ass as he did. “You’ve got me s’hard for you, kitty. You don’t mind if I fuck that pretty hole, d’you?” 

Plap-plap-plap went his cock smacking against your asscheeks. You pulled off Sukuna's cock, mouth dripping in spit and pre-cum, to plead with your Master. “P-Please, Master. Fuck me.” Toji tapped his cock against your pussy this time, groaning at the soft, wet plap-plaps. “Baby’s so desperate to be fucked, she’ll do anything for it!” he chuckled and leaned down to kiss your ass. “Of course, sweetness. Anythin’ for my good girl. Just don’t stop suckin’ that cock, okay?” 

He then hummed out an “mmmm” of pleasure as he dived into your pussy, pushing his mouth deep against your sticky, puffy lips and clit. Your mouth clamped tight around Sukuna as you moaned, somehow taking Sukuna deeper. The tattooer watched as his roomie swallowed your pussy straight off the bone, shoving his tongue deeeeep inside of you. 

“Hey.” Sukuna tugged on your furry ear, making you look at him. “Don’t slack. Aren’t ya gonna be a good kitty and keep suckin’ me down?” He groaned as he pulled out of your mouth, strings of spit following in his wake.  

Instinctively, you pried open your lips and stuck your tongue out, allowing him to wetly tap the head against your tongue. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently replied. Sukuna nearly nutted right there. Something possessed him to lean down to give you a rough, mindblowing kiss, making you moan against his tongue. “Don’t get distracted now. That’ll piss me off.” 

Referring to Toji’s sloppy pussy-eating, Sukuna continued to fuck your mouth, even while Toji’s fat tongue licked across your slit, his nose nudging your clit. They shared moans between one another–Sukuna’s deep, smokey moans drifted into the air while Toji groaned into your pussy, using his hands to pry your asscheeks apart, your back in a perfect arch. 

Soon, you couldn’t take much more of the torture and pulled off of Sukuna’s cock to plead with the men. “Please!” you whined. “Please fuck me now, Daddies!” Sukuna shared a look with Toji, both surprised at your plea. “At the same time?” Toji chuckled, thoughtfully stroking your ass. “Oooh, what a naughty little kitty.” 

SMACK!

You keened as he smacked your asscheek hard and rough, almost leaving a handprint. “You’d better take me nice and deep then, girl,” he growled as he snatched off his shirt, leaving him totally naked. Sukuna did the same, loving how your eyes drank in his handsome face, toned body, and big cock that eclipsed everything else on the couch because of how big he was. “I’ll take her even deeper than that. Might even make her cum harder than she’s ever had in her life.” 

He gave Toji a shit-eating smirk, wanting nothing more than to snatch you away for the love of the game. Plus, you were quite the cutie growing under his skin.

Toji couldn’t have that, so after some more light tapping and teasing, he lined himself up and finally slid home inside of you. Your thighs clenched and your eyes widened as your pussy stretched around his thickness, feeling every inch fill you up to the brim. Sukuna saw it, his cock pulsing in jealousy as Toji stretched you out wide.

Your Master gripped your hips, keeping you steady between himself and Sukuna. “Ahhh, fuck,” he exhaled. “So fuckin’ tight.” He began to thrust his hips against your ass, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy at a slow yet deep pace that made your eyes roll and your tail curl as you gagged on Sukuna’s cock.

Toji chuckled at your reaction to his fat dick, biting his lip as his eyes grazed over your body squeezed between him and Sukuna. Sukuna’s cock had slipped out of your mouth so you could take a breath, but all you did was moan and wail in ecstasy. God, how he wanted to make you sound like that! He wanted to fuck you for so long, wishing for the change to make you moan and scream on his dick the way Toji did. 

He watched the lewd sight before him as Toji fucked you deep and hard. Your walls flexed around him yet kept him inside; the way your pussy lips slightly stuck to his shaft when he pulled out as if to keep him there. His dick came back shining in your gush, the vein trailing from his heavy, cum-filled balls to his pulsing head. 

As he began to fuck you faster, your titties bounced, finally popping out of your dress to freely bounce and sway in Sukuna’s face. You bounced back onto Toji’s cock, fucking him back, unashamed and oh-so slutty. 

“Shit,” Sukuna exhaled, transfixed at the way your pretty pussy clenched around Toji’s cock. The way your body moved. The way you sounded. “Switch with me.” He said it in a rush of air like he couldn’t get it out fast enough, desperate and greedy for your cunt. Toji tossed his head back and laughed, still bumping his hips against yours, his thighs slamming against your ass. “Told ya she’d get you!” 

He finally slid out of you with a groan, his cock slick with your honey, and gripped your chin to turn you to face him. “Someone’s obsessed with ya, darlin’,” he huskily whispered. He gently stroked your chin, forcing your head still. “You still doin’ okay? Try and gimme your words.” 

Sukuna could see in your dazed eyes that your mind had turned to mush. Your holes leaked with pre-cum and you seemed fucked out of your head, but you still managed to reply. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you stammer, giving him a wobbly smile. 

Sukuna growled with need while Toji cooed at you as if you are a baby. His baby. “So fuckin’ cute,” he groaned, stroking a thumb along your bottom lip. “We’re gonna make you cum your pretty brains out, babe. I promise.” He paused to press a kiss to your lips, sweet and light. 

Finally, the men switched and lifted you up on the couch so you’d be more comfortable getting your brains fucked out. While you faced Toji, sucking him off now, Sukuna held your hips and faced your pretty, puffy, wet pussy, everything he ever wanted right in front of him. He tapped his dick against your clit for a moment before finally, fucking finally, sliding in. He grunted as you squeezed those satiny walls around him, tighter than a vice, sucking him in straight off the rip. 

You felt perfect. And he wanted to make it last…really he did! But he couldn’t. Feeling your wetness dripping down his balls and seeing your soft, plushy ass and fluffy tail pressed flush against his abs took him over. 

Then Sukuna was fucking your pussy off of its hinges while Toji fucked your throat, their groans and grunts filling the sex-scented air. Toji used your sloppy, tight throat to please himself while Sukuna pushed your pussy, his eyes becoming glazed with lust at the way your soft lips stretched around his shaft. 

Toji chucked through his grunts and huffs of pleasure as they pushed and pulled on you, rocking you between their big, muscular bodies. “Go ‘head, man. Smack her ass.” Sukuna didn’t have to be told twice. 

SMACK! 

His hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of his palm hitting your skin echoing throughout the room. The way you moaned in pleasure at the sharp sting broke him and he fucked you harder, faster, your ass smacking against his abs. He was coming close to his end and he wanted you there too. 

So he licked his fingers and proceeded to rub at your clit in semi-circles, loving how wet you were. So responsive to his every move. “You wanna cum for us, kitty?” he grunted. “Say it, slut. Say you wanna cum all around my cock.” 

You were losing your shit, your grip on reality slipping. The two studs fucking you into euphoria weren’t off that great either. They couldn’t stand how cute you were getting split between them, and shared the way you craved. Toji slipped out of your mouth, busying himself by jacking off in your face so you could speak. “Please, Daddies!” you whimpered. “Make me cum! Need to cum!” 

Your soft, gorgeous begging pulled both over the edge. They couldn’t resist you.

The harder Sukuna fucked you, the more he could feel his orgasm coming, the build-up growing more intense with each passing second. He stroked your tail as Toji petted your ears, stimulating you so bad that you began to tremble. “Fuckin’ give it to me,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me, kitty! Cum all over that dick!” 

His harsh tone and sexy demand caused your body to tremble and shake like an autumn leaf as finally, you came. You moaned aloud, sweet and loud, as you exploded all over Sukuna’s fat dick. Your walls tugged on him like you wanted to lock him inside you, your pussy quivering around his cock bullying your insides, stuffing you full even as your walls grew sensitive. You drenched him, your slick dripping down his balls and coating your inner thighs. 

You whimpered and moaned into the sex-scented air as you creamed all over Sukuna’s cock, soaring and flying among the stars. Sukuna was right beside you, right there on the edge of bliss as he fucked you faster, harder, your ass smacking louder agaisnt his pelvis. 

Once you came down, Toji went right back to fucking your mouth, pushing when Sukuna pulled and vice versa. You bounced between them as they fucked your holes, knocking all common sense, thoughts, and logic out of your pretty little brain until you were nothing but their mindless, slutty kitty. 

“Fuck, I’mma cum for you, pretty!” Toji groaned, plowing your throat as if it was a fleshlight for his enjoyment. 

“Fuck!” Sukuna growled, gripping your ass so hard that he nearly left bruises. “Goddammit, m’gonna cum! Gonna give you my fuckin’ load, kitty cat!” He tugged on your collar, making you gasp around Toji’s dick. “Take it, baby. Take all that fuckin’ milk!” 

You had no choice but to do so. They each came with luscious, guttural, throaty moans and grunts that made your pussy throb around Sukuna, their cum filling up your cunt and their mouth in a rush of spunk that has your back arching and your tail twitching. Toji moaned out your name like a prayer and strings of pet names as his cum coated your throat. He then pulled out to finish the rest on your face and chest, covering your lips, cheeks, and tits in his sticky spunk. 

Sukuna wore like a sailor as he filled you up to the brim with his cum, coating your insides in him until he was dripping down your asscrack. Tingly sensations crackled in his blood and veins, addictive like a drug. Like your perfect pussy. His mind grew blank as his eyes rolled back, exhaustion kicking in as the sex high faded, leaving him exhausted. 

With a huff, he stared down at his dick plugged inside of your wet hole, cum dripping down your thighs and staining the couch. So much for keeping you off of it. As their highs finally faded, the men gently pulled out of you and, after Toji lovingly wiped his cum off of your face, laid you down between them, their big, muscular forms like two walls squeezing you in. 

But you never looked so happy. So content. You snuggled into Toji’s side as he threw a duvet over your naked body, snuggling up close to wrap his arms around you. He began to stroke your head and scratch your ears, smiling as you softly purred. “Now that’s a good kitty. Ain’t she, Sukuna?” 

Sukuna stared down at you curled up between them, your tail swishing peacefully between your legs. He fell completely in love with you right there, seeing exactly what Toji saw the first day he got you. “Eh,” he grunted, his cheeks growing hot. You’re not so bad…but I still don’t want her scratchin’ up the couch though. Maybe then I can think about us doin’ this again.” 

Toji chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Did you hear that, pretty kitty? How’s about bein’ a good girl for Sukuna too, hm?” 

You peaked over at Sukuna and he expected you to give him a hiss. But instead, you rolled over and snuggled into his broad, tatted chest, scent marking him and purring even louder as his body heat embraced you. Sukuna, shocked, stiffly wrapped his arms around you while Toji chuckled at the sweet moment. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

THE END.

[tyygr]

look at me.

chapter 1

[ TAGS ] — mdni, 18+ only. use of alcohol. use of cigarettes. MISCOMMUNICATION. slow burn. social discomfort. socially awkward reader. self-consciousness. overthinking. anxiety. social anxiety. making out. rough kissing. neck kissing. slang. social media references. 

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worst thing about being a touch deprived woman? being socially incompetent. your biggest talent is managing to make every human interaction as awkward as possible. your mighty talent has left you with absolutely no game, because you have a crippling fear of even looking into a man’s direction. not only have you given up on interacting with men— they've also given up from approaching you, since you mostly didn’t acknowledge those who advanced toward you. and when you did? you’re either a stuttering mess or you give them the nastiest look without truly meaning to. it’s like your brain short-circuits when a man breathes in your vicinity. in some way, it’s a blessing. because men can be scary as fuck.

still being a virgin in college was definitely not on your bingo card. especially because the ao3 and tumblr fics you read obsessively have you craving things you can never see yourself actually doing. you’d probably be a threat to every attractive man you set your eyes on if you had the guts to even do half the things you read and fantasize about. lucky them, you guess. 

the moment you push open the door to the bakery, a soft chime rings overhead and a wave of warmth greets you like an embrace. the air is rich with the comforting scent of freshly baked goods. behind the glass counter, neat rows of pastries glisten under warm lights.

you hear the gentle hum of conversation, the clink of coffee cups, and the rhythmic whirr of a coffee machine. a baker in a flour-dusted apron slides another tray of pastries fresh from the oven.

“hey, what can I get you?”, finally it's your turn ordering. this shouldn't be a problem. you’ve been preparing yourself for this exact conversation ever since you've stepped foot into the establishment. 

you point at the pastry on the display. “hi, just one of those please”, great! you smiled— you greeted him back— your voice was even— you said please— you smiled— everything is going smoothly! you definitely bagged this interaction. 

“will you be paying with cash or card?” 

“no, thank you.” 

well... good try! 

you stare at each other as your brain processes the words that left the workers mouth. you were expecting him to ask if that would be all. why wouldn't he follow the damn script?

ten dragged out and painfully awkward seconds of looking at each other later, you let out a shuddering breath and reply with a higher voice than intended, “...card.” 

you pay quickly and turn away even faster. the worker calls out a goodbye to you and you wish him a great weekend. it’s tuesday. 

you leave yet another bakery you'll never have the guts to show your face at again. 

that was the first betrayal from your brain that day— never fast enough to actually process the words of people, but always rushing your vocal cords to answer with something that does not make any sense. 

you can feel your heart thudding against your chest as you're trying to stabilize your breathing. that was embarrassing as fuck. 

the second deception of your brain that day was making the moment replay in your mind— ten times more dramatic than it actually was— causing you to not pay attention to where you're walking.  

at this point, you're begging for something to happen—

colliding with a brick wall was not something you intended to do— but said brick wall started acting like it was some well-rehearsed plan you’d carried out to ruin his life. 

“watch where the fuck you’re going”, he spat. 

blah blah blah.. proper name, place name, backstory stuff..

is this really happening right now? 

you’re gawking at him. how can you not? that’s ryomen sukuna— the embodiment of a woman's wet dream. 

part of you is disappointed by the fact that he's wearing a hoodie and not the slutty compression shirts you saw him in once or twice— or more times than you'd like to admit—  around campus. 

your feet are glued to the pavement. the universe must hate you. this close to the man you're usually scared to look at for more than five seconds— but he's on the verge of screaming at you on a busy street. 

you want to apologize— you really do— but not only is your voice seemingly gone, you also can't tear your eyes away from his illegally handsome face— gaze trailing along his tattoos. with a scowl so angry, you don't doubt the thought that he's about to beat you up— 

sukunas staring down at you. first, you run into him— refusing to apologize— and now you're staring at him as if he was the one running into you. the look on your face— such arrogance— could kill a lesser man. but sukuna isn’t a lesser man. he matches you with a glare of his own. he opens his mouth to pull an apology out of you, but you were gone in an instant. making him question if you're running away from him out of fear, or if you have too much pride to utter a simple apology. he glances back for a fraction of a second, confirming that you're indeed walking away— as if you're dismissing him.

“the fuck is her problem..”, he mutters to himself and resumes his walking.

you could win the olympic championship with how fast you're walking right now. you’re never leaving your dorm ever again. how can you embarrass yourself three times in a matter of five minutes? today will be the reason you won't be able to sleep for at least the rest of the week. running into sukuna out of all people? you barely see him around campus— how did that happen? now you absolutely can’t admire him from afar.. 

you are currently walking back to your dorm after a study session at a nearby cafe with your roommate, shoko. 

shoko being your roommate might’ve saved you from complete social isolation. it was hard making friends with your social illiteracy. you always had a hard time warming up to people— let alone start a conversation. shoko was patient with you and never took it against you if you made the moment awkward— she gave you the time to warm up to her. now, you have no problem with talking to her and you're actually comfortable when she's with you.

you were definitely lucky with your roommate. shoko isn’t only fun to hang out with, but she’s also in the popular circle. which means, you have enough chances to step out of your comfort zone— if you ever find the balls to do so. she’s always happy to invite you to parties— even though you always refuse to attend— and save you from awkward moments that you cannot get out of with your lack of skills.

you’re walking in comfortable silence, the smell of cigarettes following you because shokos nicotine addiction screams every five minutes. the silence is suddenly interrupted as shoko snorts to herself, seemingly lost in thought. 

“are you going crazy?”, you ask her with one eyebrow raised. 

she removes the cigarette from her lips and looks your way, “were you trying to flirt with the barista?”

you’re taken aback instantly, “what?! no!” 

she chuckles, “so how come you said ‘nice day with you’?” 

“i was trying to say ‘have a nice day too’!” 

“yeah, yeah”, she laughs. 

you’re looking her way with panic, “did it really seem like i was flirting?!”

she just laughs as she continues walking, her gaze on the road as you still look at her, frantically moving your hands around, “oh my god, i can never step foot in there again shoko! we have to find a different cafe to study at. scratch that, i have to move away.” 

“relax, it’s not that deep. im sure they’re used to your awkwardness by now”, you run your hands down your face and let out a shaky exhale “hey—“ 

bang.

you collide with a pole. 

“oh shit”, you hear shoko saying with a voice like she’s not trying to laugh. weird— you look to the pole— she never hesitates to laugh— 

oh.

you're greeted with a well-built body of a man. 

that’s not a pole— 

you don’t look into his face. you don’t say anything. you turn back to the path and step away, keeping your gaze on the road— 

“the fuck is your problem?” 

oh he’s pissed. 

you stop, but don’t turn around. where’s shoko? 

you want to look back— but then you'd have to deal with the pole— you want to call out to her— but you literally cannot get a sound out. your voice would betray you anyway. and your legs are already betraying you by refusing to move from your damn spot.

“tch”, you’re gonna get beaten up aren’t you? “not gonna say sorry again?” 

you finally turn around, not having been able to take three steps away anyway. 

you dread looking into his face. already shaking and shrinking into your own body. gulping while you look up— and up— 

oh he looks angry. and you’d be an idiot if you didn’t recognize him. 

that’s sukuna. 

ryomen sukuna.

again. 

you managed to run into the same guy twice in a span of what— six or seven days? the guy who’s known to have a short temper and absolutely no regard for the feelings of others. aka, probably your worst nightmare and the last guy you’d ever want to be face-to-face with. again? well— only because he’s scary. you’d love to look at him more. or do something more.. he’s hot as fuck. are you seriously thinking about how hot he is when he’s about to strangle you? well maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. no, that is bad. is it though? you were finally calming down from your last run-in and now it's happening again— 

you can't get a sound out. what are you supposed to say? sorry? he’ll think you’re only sorry because he called you out— you didn't say sorry last week—

his brows are furrowed as he looks down at you. 

he looks like he’s three seconds away from breaking your nose— 

it’s getting hot. you’re sweating. you open your mouth, trying so say something— anything—

“sorry man”, shoko steps in between you with a nervous chuckle. “she didn’t mean any harm” 

you could kiss shoko right now. especially because she looks like she’s gonna piss herself as well. she has one arm in front of you in a protective manner while trying to find peace with a man who could eat you both up without a sweat.  

you can’t tear your eyes away from sukuna. your gaze trails his tattoos— to his clenched jaw— that jawline that could cut you— that slutty compression shirt that doesn’t hide anything but hides everything at the same time— his folded arms that he’s flexing right now— veins standing out along his arm—

he lets out an unamused laugh. “the fuck you both just standing there for?” 

his gaze fixates on you, pinning you to the spot you were already unable to move away from— “are you going to run away again?”, he asks with a low voice, eyes narrowed— sharp as knives. 

you blink. you blink again. mouth opening— 

“she can't talk!” 

huh? 

“uhm”, shokos eyes dart around. “yeah, she's mute man.” 

the fuck? 

“thats probably why she didn't apologize before.”

is she saving you or killing you?

another nervous laugh from her “sorry. bye.” 

shoko takes your arm and drags you away from the scene. 

you’re still in shock. she looks back and walks faster. 

“what the fuck? i’m not mute”, you whisper-shout to her. 

“i know that you moron! i fucking panicked!” 

“well no shit you panicked.”

“well i’m sorry that someone just stood there and also full-on checked out THE sukuna without shame, WHILE he was on the verge of BEATING us up!”

“i didn’t check him out!”, you gasp. 

“you know damn well you did”, shoko mutters through clenched teeth. 

somewhere behind you both, sukunas rooted to the pavement with a confused look on his face. 

it’s been a week. you’ve been acting like there’s a bounty on your head. what if sukuna catches you talking with someone? after two days of skipping classes out of fear of seeing him— shoko had to drag you out of your shared dorm. 

your eyes are checking for pink hair every second of the day. avoiding any kind of human interaction. you were already avoiding socializing your entire life— but this time it feels like your life depends on it.

a part of you is still scared of making a sound in your own dorm.

shoko is sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, typing away on her laptop while you’re laying behind her on said couch and staring holes into the ceiling. 

“do you remember the guy that almost beat us up last week because I walked into him and didn’t have the guts to say sorry?”, you ask shoko, acting nonchalant about it as if you’re not shitting yourself at the thought alone.

her typing slows down for a second before she lets out a snort at the memory. “you mean sukuna? you know damn well who he is. you practically drool every time you see him on campus. ”

“shut up.” 

she laughs again, “I swear you wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t there to save your ass” 

“save me? bro, you made it worse”, you think about the past few days, “seriously, saying i’m mute? i haven’t spoken a word out loud on campus since then.”

“what was i supposed to do?!”, she turns around to you with a gasp.

“i don’t know! not tell him i was mute?!” 

she drags out a sigh. “it’s not that deep.” 

you scramble up from your laying position to fully look her way. “not that deep?! what if he hears me talking!”

“girl, when were you ever near sukuna? I mean, he didn’t even realize I lied to his face so what are the chances he’ll ever find out?” 

you both know that the chance is too high for you keep attending this college. 

you let out a deep sigh as you lay back down, “still thank you, i guess.” 

“pfft— no problem, the look on his face was priceless”, she turns back around and resumes her typing.

you hum, already lost in thought again. should you be grateful in a way? you were face-to-face with sukuna after all. you couldn’t even look at him from afar before that encounter. shoko should’ve stepped in a minute later so you could’ve admired his face a little longer. and his arms. and his abs. 

“he was really sexy”, you sigh out. 

“i guess.” 

you’re both silent for a minute. 

“i wouldn’t have mind if he actually did beat me up—“ 

“i’m about to beat you up”, shoko immediately cuts you off, “you need to get laid” 

“i know.” 

“you know what”, she turns around again. 

“hm?”, you turn your head her way. 

“there’s this party—“ 

“no fucking way.” 

“come on!”, she kneels upright, “you’re not even giving it a chance!” 

“i was scared of parties before this whole thing with sukuna and being mute! how am i supposed to show up to a party now!?” 

shoko thinks for a moment, “what are the chances sukuna will be at the party—” 

“you know damn well he’ll be there.”

“yeah, I know. worth a try though i guess”, she mumbles out the last part, turning to her laptop again. 

“partying means socializing, i just want to get laid”, you whine. 

“well i’m sorry but you have to kinda socialize for that.” 

“ughhh—“, you drag your hands down your face. at some point you will have to step out of your comfort zone, no? but the risk of seeing sukuna is way too high—

“i could ask suguru if sukunas gonna be there", shoko suggests. 

“i doubt that he'd miss a party. and i don't want to go anyway.”

“come onnn!”, shoko pleads, “we can leave the second you feel awkward!”

“so like, two seconds after entering the party?” 

“look—”, shoko starts, “i’ll ask suguru if sukunas gonna be there and if he's not I'll personally help you get laid with a man you can't resist— and hopefully can put up with you—”

you think about it for a second. comparing the anxiety you feel about seeing sukuna to the anxiety you feel about attending a party makes the party seem harmless—

“fine.”

“WHAT”, shoko shouts, “i did not expect you to say yes—”

"don't push it.”

“yes ma’am.”

how did you end up here? the music can be heard two streets away and you feel the bass in your body as you step onto the patio. you should’ve stood your ground and said no. you don't even remember at what point shoko convinced you—

“I’ll personally help you get laid with a man you can't resist— and hopefully a man that can put up with you—”

yeah that part probably did it. 

now you're at some frat party— in a top too tight and a skirt too short— already on high alert for a certain someone with pink hair and tattoos all over his well-sculpted body.

“you’re sure sukuna wont be here?”, you ask shoko for the thousandth time since she showed you the messages between her and suguru, confirming that he really did say that sukuna won’t be here. 

“yes. im sure”, shoko answers with a confident smile, “you just focus on waking up in a stranger's bed tomorrow.”

you also should’ve downed way more drinks during pre-gaming. you’re already dissociating as shoko talks with the guy at the door. he seems to know her and lets you both in. 

the air is thick with sweat and cheap cologne. the lights are throbbing and the bass of some overplayed song rattles the floorboards. 

shoko shoves her way through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people with you arm-in-arm. she quickly finds the way to the kitchen, dragging you along. the floor is uncomfortably  sticky. one step into the kitchen and you throw yourself onto the drinks, desperate to calm your nerves, still angry at the wannabe confident version of yourself that promised shoko to accompany her to this party and not chicken-out at the last second. 

“the drinks are not running away”, you barely register shokos voice as you down your first shot. she looks at you with a grimace.

“the drinks maybe won’t but i sure am about to”, your nerves are still eating you alive as you contemplate downing another drink or shot, staring holes into the counter. shoko lets out a dragged-out groan and yanks you away from the kitchen. 

“I really could have used another drink”, you complain. 

“you’ll pass out before we find you a man”, she reasons. 

shoko still has a half-full red solo cup in her hand as she paves the way for you. you don't even know where you're going. 

she stops at a wall on the edge of the makeshift dance floor, carved out of the living room, granting you the mercy of observing the dancing bodies instead of participating.

“what now?”, you ask her. 

“I have a plan”, she answers without looking at you, still watching the scene. 

“you do?”

“no”, she's still scanning the crowd.

you sigh and also shift your gaze to the scene. 

“i feel like your best shot is dancing”, shoko turns her head to you, “because the second you open your mouth— the party will be over. no offense”

“none taken and absolutely not.”

“you literally give me nothing to work with here.”

“you were the one who suggested this whole thing”, you say with a shrug.

someone walks by with cups in their hand, and you take one— half hoping they don’t notice and half not caring because they were out of sight before they even noticed and you were concealed by the many people around you as they frantically turned around.

what are you even supposed to do? dance? you shudder at the thought and bring the cup to your lips, taking the first sip—

you recoil in disgust but still force yourself to drink it— desperate to ease the anxiety churning inside of you. 

wow. that’s some tasteless ass drink for sure.

and only after you drank the whole thing with big gulps— ignoring the fact that stealing and drinking a random drink could end pretty badly— you realize that it was tap water instead of some tasteless drink like you originally thought.

“what the fuck— who drinks water at a damn party—”

shoko turns to look at you, “from where did you even get that—”

“soo—”, you drag out, “what do you usually do?” 

now that you're here— inches away from the college life everyone seems to dream about— you can't seem to understand the excitement about these parties.

“no idea”, shoko answers. 

“how—”

“i usually arrive, get high and then wake up”, shoko lists.

someone calls out shokos name before you can even answer— how loud did that person shout if you heard it through the music? 

“what’s up?”, she answers. 

it’s satoru— with sunglasses on— inside? at a party? at night? 

you sometimes forget that shoko is friends with satoru— and suguru. two popular frat boys that are the embodiment of your fear of men. one gaze into their eyes and you will go home with a guaranteed heartbreak. so you don’t look— 

“hey! you brought your shy friend with you!” 

you look at him for a second, then look away again. wait— he meant you. you look back again. are you supposed to greet him?

you're just looking between them with a confused look but satoru is quick to change the subject— “we’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven. y’all down to join?” 

you immediately look to shoko with desperate eyes. hopefully she sees that you’re definitely not down—

“yeah, sure.”

oh fuck her. 

satoru starts guiding you both to where the game is played— rambling about something that you don’t care to listen to because you’re about to crash out.

“what the fuck! i don’t want to play!”, you shake shoko and whisper-shout to her. 

“well you’re welcome to sit on the sideline and watch but i’m not leaving till that bottle lands on you at least once”, she tells you. 

“what?! why me!? didn’t you agree because you wanted to play?”, you’re still shaking her.

“fuck no. i hate that game”, she deadpannes, “look at me, im such a good friend”, she exclaims with a proud smile. 

“how is that being a good friend?!”, you hiss, “making me play a game i don't want to, knowing i can’t talk myself out of it?!”

“but think about it— it’s the perfect chance for you! you’re finally gonna be alone with a man! for seven whole minutes!”, she has a smile on her face that could light up the whole party. you never saw her so happy.

“you’ll have to fight me if you want me to step one foot into that closet.” 

“i will fight you”, she sing-songs. 

you need another drink. the water you accidentally drank earlier somehow wiped out every last trace of buzz. 

“hey!”, shoko shouts at you as you snatch her cup and chug it empty with big gulps. 

satoru leads you to the basement and you almost walk into him when he stops suddenly— 

looks like you’ve arrived. 

it seems like the game is already in full swing. you can hear cheering and assume that someone probably steeped outside the closet right now. 

you can still hear the music faintly but you don’t have to raise your voice anymore. everyone's sitting in a circle on the ground with a bottle in the middle— waiting to be spinned again. the cheering calms down and the pair that stepped out takes their place in the circle again. finally you won’t have to shout over the music— 

your heart literally drops to your ass. 

well fuck your life. you won’t be able to say anything because you’ve just met eyes with the current bane of your existence.

you felt the blood drain from your face as dread settled over you.

pink hair— tattoos— hot as fuck— scowl on his face when he registers who you are— yeah, that’s sukuna.

what the fuck?

you look away. maybe your brain is playing tricks on you. was that really water you drank earlier?

a pit of dread opens in your stomach. twisting and churning as you're trying to make sense of the situation. 

why is he here?

you tug on shokos arm. she looks at your trembling hand that's tugging her frantically— then at your face that looks like you've just seen a ghost— and finally follows your line of sight and stops immediately in her tracks. now you’re both standing there like idiots. 

satoru sits down beside suguru— now both looking at you— everyone's looking at you— you feel his eyes staring daggers onto your figure.

“y’all wanna play while standing?”, suguru asks sarcastically.

shoko chuckles nervously and pulls you with her to sit down. 

shoko is sitting between you and satoru. she spots satorus drink— full and untouched. he must’ve grabbed it before he asked you both to join— 

“hey”, she turns to satoru, “you drinking that?” 

“yeah—”, she doesn't let him finish his answer and snatches the cup from his unsuspecting hands— then she immediately passes it along to you.

you don't look at her as you grip the cup like a life line. 

satoru stands up with a dramatic pout, grumbling about something you both couldn't care less about. 

can you even take a swig when your hands are shaking? taking the risk you close your eyes and swiftly finish the drink. you swallow, desperate to loosen up. your vision blurs for a second, but it's not enough to ease the anxiety in you which is caused by the man you did not want to be in the same room with tonight.  

you really want to thank shoko for the drink— but you don’t let out a sound, already knowing who’s sitting across from you. but then you remember the reason you even considered coming here— shoko literally told you he wouldn't be here! 

you’re gonna kill shoko after surviving this— well, hopefully you will survive this.  

you force yourself to sit still— with your sweaty hands in your lap— as you look at the bottle in the middle of the circle and try to drown out everything else. 

as you’re fighting for your life, sukuna watches you.  

you got under his skin like no one else before— that arrogant look you have that he wants to wipe off your face— acting like he's not worth a second of your day. you walked away while others would squirm in place— not daring to act before he does. even after finding out you're mute— he still can't believe you didn't show an ounce of remorse.  

sukuna is sitting beside toji who spins the bottle first, marking him next in line. the bottle spins and the first pair steps into the closet. sukuna couldn't care less about who the bottle landed on. he’s not even sure why he agreed on playing. he was bored, but this seems even more boring. 

the seven minutes start and sukuna is debating on ditching the game altogether when he finds himself looking at you again. he seems to run into you— or well, you into him— a lot in the past few days. he hadn’t seen you before. he doesn't even know your name— he knows shoko, she hangs around satoru and suguru a lot. do they know you too? they must've mentioned a mute girl if they did know you. being mute is a rare occurrence so it must've been brought up, no? how come he didn't hear about it? maybe he just didn't pay attention to the information. how come he hasn't seen you before? you're probably not a party person. he guesses you're closed off since you have little to no way of communicating with others. there’s no way he wouldn't have noticed you. you’re pretty— even if he only saw you in passing he'd at least remember seeing you around before. 

he finds himself irritated at the fact that you don't acknowledge his presence. you barely had a second of eye contact that you broke almost instantly— already seeming to be disinterested in him despite running into him. twice. you didn't spare him a second glance after that brief second. 

he takes a good look at you, eyes narrowing. you're still wearing that arrogant look on your face— dripping with disdain against everything it seems— that he can't seem to forget. he thought about it more than he'd like to admit. you're perched on your knees— hands resting on your lap— skirt short enough to show a dangerous amount of skin. his eyes glance at your plush thighs. you’re swaying slightly and your cheeks are a little flushed— almost impossible to notice. that drink shoko stole from satoru for you was probably not your first drink of the night. she shows you something on her phone then— you grab it from her after a few seconds and type something in— looks like she probably typed something for you to read. it’d make sense if you were the one typing, since you're mute and obviously cant talk. but couldn’t she have just said it instead of typing it on her phone? maybe it's a secret— why is he thinking about it? who cares about what you’re typing about. he removes his eyes from you and focuses on the conversation around him— too lazy to join himself. 

you type a reply to shokos text. ‘maybe we should reveal that you're not mute?’

‘i’m gonna kill you’

shoko reads your reply and offers you a timid smile— only to be met with a death glare from you— straight from a ‘based on true events’ horror movie— that proves you meant what you typed into her phone. a chill runs down her spine. 

she types another thing. 

‘how r u gon play without talking?’  

that’s when the timer goes off. satoru walks back in with a shot in his hand, taking on the job of opening the closet door— since he's already up— and chases toji and some other girl out of the closet. 

you watch toji take his seat beside sukuna— not daring to look an inch into that direction— as sukuna grabs the bottle to spin next. 

wait.

its sukunas turn. 

sukuna is spinning the bottle. 

you're sitting in the same circle. 

you're playing seven minutes in heaven. 

he is too. 

are you just now registering that you're not only in the same room as him— but also participating in the same game?

how high are the chances that it'll actually land on you?

your face pales and your eyes bulge as you realize this might've been the worst seat possible. 

based on the luck you've had with sukuna your chances are slim to none— 

shoko seems to be thinking the exact same thing— realizing a second too late that you should've ditched the game as soon as you stepped foot into this room—

the bottle lands. 

on you. 

what the fuck kind of luck is this? where are the cameras? this has to be a joke— 

“tch”, sukuna stands up, “of course”, he says under his breath.

you can't back out now— what would people think? that you're a coward? a coward that cant talk? 

“the fuck—”, satoru gasps as shoko snatches his shot and passes it to you again. 

she squeezes your one hand as you down the shot with the other. 

then you slowly stand up and start walking toward your grave. 

shoko watches you— she knows you'll never be the same after this and mentally prepares herself for her own funeral as well.

sukuna is already in the closet when you enter and close the door behind you. 

the space is small— but large enough that you're not pressed against each other— which could be considered as a lot of space with how big sukuna is.

you stop right in front of him as he's looming over you— signature scowl on his face. he looks like he's had already enough of you. 

the alcohol has calmed you a tiny bit— but with the amount of anxiety still raging inside of you, you're surprised at yourself for the next thought that crosses your mind.  

“let’s get this over with—”

sukuna is interrupted by your lips crashing into his— your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, dragging him down to you. your lips press against his softly at first— clumsy and inexperienced.

he freezes for a split second— his brain processes what's happening. he melts into it as his surprise quickly turns into raw hunger. he cups your face with one hand, the other gripping your waist to pull you flush against him. he kisses you back twice as hard. his hand on your cheek slides to the back of your head, holding onto your hair and keeping you close as he deepens the kiss while angling your head. your hands move to clutch on his shoulders. nails digging into the broad muscle. 

the intensity of the kiss gave you no time to address the dull pain in your back as sukuna shoves you onto the wall, never separating from you in the process. he swallows the silent gasp he pulls out of you with a low groan and his tongue invades your mouth like he owns it. your hands slide to the back of his neck. his tongue glides against yours as you're holding back the sounds that are trying to escape you. he grips your waist tighter. your cheeks turn a deeper red and your heart starts to thud quicker. heat coils in your stomach and a wave of arousal starts to collect between your thighs

the lack of oxygen starts to make you dizzy. you detach yourself from him to breathe in and he immediately chases your lips again. kissing you once again with the same passion and hunger as before. his breath shudders when you lean further into him, eagerly trying to match his rhythm. his hand on your waist moves to the small of your back, pressing you even closer against him— as if he can't stand the thought that there's still space between you. your fingers slide into his hair and when you tug— he lets out a quiet moan into your mouth that makes your breath hitch— the sound sends another wave of hot arousal between your legs. he’s consuming you whole.

your back arches as you tug on his hair once more and he lets out a grunt deep from his throat. his hands start to roam on your body, trying to memorize your body by touch. your mind is growing hazy, every thought is being consumed by sukuna.

his calloused palms move further down to grab your ass, squeezing, kneading the flesh. he pushes you further into the wall— seemingly desperate to be as close as possible to you— you're both panting into each others mouth as you kiss. your jaw slacks and you open your mouth wider for him. the kiss turns messier— teeth grazing— sucking on each others tongue. 

sukuna starts softly bucking into you— grinding against you. you’re fighting against your inner demons to stay quiet while sukuna isn't afraid to let out grunts and groans. your nails rake through his pink hair. 

sukunas one hand hooks your leg around his waist, stroking the flesh while the other stays put on your ass, grinding you against him and making you meet his slow but eager movements. you rock your hips instinctively— hands still in his hair— tugging at his locks once more. 

sukuna pulls back for a second, a string of saliva connecting your mouths together. he doesn’t stray far— just enough to take you in for a moment. he looks at your kiss-bitten lips, eyes moving to the heavy rise and fall of your chest and his head falls into the crook of your neck. he’s panting heavily while he's breathing you in. he lets out a low curse— that you couldn't catch because you're trying to catch your breath while remaining silent— and latches onto your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses there as well. his grip on you tightens even more as you start rocking against him faster. his breath is hot against your skin. you bite down, clenching your teeth, not letting a single whine or moan slip out while he's sucking on the skin on your neck. his mouth starts to wander— leaving wet kisses on every surface of skin he can get his mouth on. mouthing at your pulse, you feel your composure almost snap so you pull on his hair to move his mouth back against yours. the shift is instant— rougher, hurried, uncoordinated. it’s like he lost control but can't stop. you try to match his movements— but your lack of experience and his loss of restraint makes the kiss sloppy. not that you're complaining. even if you were— the amount of slick that has gathered in your panties would probably beg to differ— 

knock. 

shoko nearly pulls the door off its hinges before gojo can knock a second time.

you immediately detach yourself from sukuna and bolt through the closet door— not sparing another glance to sukuna— and leave the room.  

shoko is close behind you— trying to catch up with a look of panic that almost matches your own.

your heart is racing. 

“what happened in there—”, shoko asks, but your own thoughts are scrambled. 

your throat tightens as you try to breathe in— only managing short gasps. 

you climb up the stairs hurriedly, desperate for a breath of fresh air— desperate to leave this party altogether. 

you claw your way through the crowd— not caring who you shove out the way or who you bump into.

shoko is in tow as you reach the door to freedom. 

meanwhile, you left sukuna frozen in place— with his heart hammering in his chest and a raging problem in his pants. with your scent faint in his nostrils— enough to haunt him but too faint to fill his lungs. with the taste of your lipgloss still on his lips— which he licks off unconsciously and craves to taste more of. 

he's glaring holes into the wall— where you were in his reach seconds ago— aching to breathe you in and taste you once again. his hands are twitching without your soft skin to hold. a shiver runs down his spine— the room cold without your warmth radiating toward him. when all of a sudden, he hears this agitating grating voice— 

“you were pretty vocal in there—”

“shut the fuck up gojo.”

outside, you haven't talked a single word to shoko yet. you're walking arm-in-arm through the streets. shoko understands that you need time to gather your thoughts and find your words.

the fresh air has calmed you down but the image of sukuna fills your vision every time you blink. you still feel his lips against your own and a faint tingling on your neck where he kissed you mere moments ago. you can still hear his groans which will probably haunt you every time there's nothing to fill the silence with— like right now. your body shudders as the cold of the night bites at you— or is it the absence of his warm body against yours, the absence of his hands on your skin that makes you tremble? 

“hey”, shoko snugs closer to you, “you okay?”

she's looking at you as your eyes stay on the path. 

“i’m sorry for saying he wouldn't be there—”

“i kissed him.”

shokos mouth falls open— a scream threatening to escape from her. 

instead, she's silent for a moment before going into a fit of laughter. 

you turn your head to her, one eyebrow raised. the fuck is she laughing for? especially for putting you into that position in the first place!— 

shokos laughter dies as she registers the serious look on your face, “..for real?” 

“for real.”

you both fix your gaze to the path ahead, both trying to make sense of what just happened.

shoko breaks the short silence, “i think i might have alcohol poisoning” 

“you didn't even drink that much—”

“there’s no way in hell YOU kissed SUKUNA!” 

“are you calling me a coward to my face right now—”

“you’ve been avoiding him like the plague!”

“i think i might have alcohol poisoning”, you mumble as you drag your hands down your face— ruining your makeup in the process. 

shoko stops in her tracks all of a sudden, “wait, wait, wait—”, she closes her eyes for a moment, “so you kissed—”

“made out.”

“made out?—”, shoko asks, flabbergasted. 

“made out”, you double down. 

“so you made out with sukuna for seven whole minutes and i did not hallucinate the moaning?”

“y’all heard that?—”

“ANSWER. the question.”

you breathe in. 

shoko looks at you, eyes still wide. 

breathe out. 

“...yeah that's about it—”

“WHAT.”

“i also might have or might have not dry humped him—”

“WHAT.”

₍^. .^₎Ⳋ [ a/n ] hope you liked it !! second chapter will be out in a week hopefully... this is my second work so i hope i didnt disappoint too much (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) dont be shy to comment/reblog it really motivates me to keep writing !! <333

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── .✦ SUMMARY

[ frat!kuna x sociallyawkward!f!reader ] running into the embodiment of your biggest fear disguised as a man— not once, but twice— wasn't bad enough. your best friend telling him that you're mute because you couldn't apologize due to your awful social skills was the cherry on top. as a result, you bite your tongue, even when you're alone. but the state of your tongue is definitely about to worsen, because another run-in with him at a party will change everything.

── .✦ TAGS

18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of nicotine/cigarettes. slight angst. hurt/comfort. MISCOMMUNICATION. slow burn. social discomfort. socially awkward reader. self-consciousness. overthinking. anxiety. social anxiety. making out. rough kissing. neck kissing. dry humping. slang. social media references.  (later on…  smut. oral (f! receiving). p in v.) -> tags will be updated as series continues.

── [ chapter 1 ] : look at me. (wc: 6.9K)

── [ chapter 2 ] : ...

── [ chapter 3 ] : ...

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#luvlife ꩜ katsuki bakugou ⋆·˚ ༘ *

synopsis. katsuki wants to know why you're staring at everyone today. and, most importantly, why everyone except him ?!

cw. nothin big i think ! readers is kinda weird n its okay embrace your inner weirdo to be cringe is to be weirdo, either way katsuki's into it bad lol, cussing. cut him some slack he's nervous

a/n. short bday post(wasnt originally but i remembered hey today birfday! lol), i had funsies making this banner i wish i could've used it for something better lol but i fink this is cutesie(then again ive got free will for a reason i could use it again if i want to will keep in mind) the title of this is the name of the song that ppl use in that mii trend i think it's so cute omg i need NEED THIS GAME GIMME IT

you're going around asking all your classmates to get a look at their faces.

it was definitely weird at first, the way you walked up to kirishima and told him to sit still for a couple seconds. especially because all you did afterwards was nod and walk off, but everyone is pretty much used to your antics. they were endearing in a way...so he's heard. not that katsuki finds you endearing.

it really would freak out anybody unfamiliar how kaminari, sero, midoriya, iida, shoji... all your friends simply seem so damn eager to help you in whatever it is you were doing. no questions asked. guess you could say class A was bonded in that way.

katsuki wonders what the hell was up with that...but more importantly, he bitterly wonders why you hadn't walked up to him yet.

it's stupid, you were just doing something stupid again. still, it wasn't like you to shut him out of your stupidities. he thought you were somewhat close enough to have him included, yet you avoided him like the plague. there weren't that many people in your class--what, did you think you were too good to look at his face or something ?

..what's wrong with his face anyway ?!

nothing. of course there's nothing wrong with his damn face and he knows that (he'd checked the bathroom mirror earlier and nothing seemed out of place at least). you definitely weren't scared of him..at least he hopes thinks so. the way you never failed to run your mouth sure made it seem like you liked him enough to bother him. so what the fuck was your deal now ?

finally, after classes end, katsuki catches you outside of class 3-B. he'd just been gotten a drink from the vending machine and decides--

fuck it.

"oi."

you look up at him, blinking in surprise before your face settles again. katsuki analyses you, you don't seem mad. he wants to hit himself for worrying so much about how you feel.

"hi." you respond casually, happy. the relief in flowing through his chest feels like a breath of fresh air in a sunny, flowery field. yuck. he should stop thinking.

as casually as he can he cracks open the can of soda he bought, groaning when a few fizzles spurt onto his finger. "what're doin' standin' here like an idiot ?"

you don't ask him the easy question of why he's so curious to know what you're doing, the snide comment he made doesn't even distabilise you a little bit. you never did what katsuki expected you to. maybe that was what made you so interesting to him, regrettably. you definitely kept him on his toes.

you softly rock forward and back on your heels, a soft hum slips past your lips "i'm waiting for tetsutetsu. i need his face."

that was definitely a sentence. to hear on a tuesday.

"...the fuck did you just say ? "

"i need to...see, his face."

you seem to realise yourself that the response was absurd, and katsuki should feel insulted when you laugh in his face but he's sure that if he were to see his expression from another point of view it'd make him chuckle a bit.

"it's for my game." you continue explaining when katsuki raises a brow, mouth occupied with his drink "my tomodachi life island, i'm adding all my friends to it. i don't wanna make any mistakes on the faces, you know ? i promised tetsu i'd add him to my island, so i'm waiting for him now." you say, tone now a bit more cheerful.

katsuki feels his expression sour at the affectionate nickname, he gulps back his drink "and you're gonna corner him to stare at his face like you've been doing with everyone else all day ?"

you nod assuredly "yup."

"tch," he scoffs. figures you'd ask someone from the whole other class before him. not that he cares or anything.

you tilt your head, stepping a bit closer and katsuki almost jumps out of his skin. he hates how you make him feel, how every one of your movements no matter how small throws him off completely.

"you're mad ?"

"no." comes his quick, sharp response. his eyes won't meet yours after a couple seconds of your stare down match. you have those often, granted katsuki thinks you might not see them as matches like he does. you watch him like a docile bird but he feels like prey under your gaze.

he moves back to make space between you both but you step closer. his breath gets caught in his throat, grip now tight on his soda can. "oi-"

"why are you mad ?"

"i'm not fuckin' mad." he hisses through gritted teeth.

you snicker after a pause, clearly not convinced. and you tell him so. because you always believed katsuki needs your opinion on him.

"you're a terrible liar."

usually, katsuki likes that you're so outspoken. it was one of many things thing he respected about you. he also sort of liked how you laughed. it was soft and airy and it trails off at the edges, fading for only him to hear in instances like this. like the soft smell of your perfume that tickles his nose and--

"tetsu sure is taking a while, i wanna add him to my island already. i want to make him friends with kiri." you sigh, your complaint trailing off into a whine.

katsuki snaps out of his daydream to roll his eyes, this time making sure to take a full step away from you, as casually as he could. he chooses to stand a bit next to you, leaning against the wall.

"can't believe you'd waste your time on this shit..." he grumbles, he can't watch his tone enough for it not to sound bitter before it's already out.

"oh, bakugou, you buzzkill.." your eyes widen and you turn your stupid face at him with the smallest hint of a smirk, eyes twinkiling with thoughts katsuki already knows he'll hate. his lip curls up into a frown.

"i hate that face. whatever you're thinkin' fuckin'--stop.'"

"do you wanna be on my island ?"

you say it quickly, arms behind your back to fiddle at your hands excitedly. you talk like you're trying not to scare off a wounded animal. it should feel insulting, but an unknown instinct in him prepares to hiss.

"that's not what the fuck i said."

"but it's what the fuck you meant." you respond without missing a beat, completely straight faced despite what you just said. katsuki catches the laugh building in his throat too late until it clogs weirdly and he clears his throat to pretend it didn't happen.

and clearly it doesn't work to fool you, you smile a little wider.

"that's funny i...i was gonna ask you if you wanted to be in it, actually." you mutter, eyes drifting downards and away from his now. his ears prick up at your words despite himself.

"so..why didn't you ?" he mutters, trying not to sound overly eager.

you shrug casually, too casual for katsuki who feels like flicking you on the forehead for causing him so much distress over something so stupid.

"just thought you didn't want to.." you admit "i wasn't going to force you to be a resident against your will."

he huffs, remembering not to let his arms drop since he still has a drink in his hand. he chugs the remainder of his drink down, then turns and chucks it in the trashcan behind him.

"well...you're not hearing me say no, are you ?"

"well, technically you just did."

"cus you fuckin--accused me of sayin' shit i didn't say." he scoffs.

you roll your eyes but thankfully, you let him have this. "well bakugou, can i add you to my island ?" you smile widely, eyes crinkling at the corners.

he raises a brow, this time actually shoving his hands in his pockets "y'not gonna stare into my soul like with the other guys ?" he jokes.

this time you splutter, eyes darting around you. you quickly look off to nothing in particular to your right. "i don't need to look at your face."

his eyebrows furrow, insulted "fuck does that mean ?! why not ?"

"cus...cus !" you insist weakly. your lips pull down into a small pout and katsuki hates how cute he finds it. you look stupidly cute.

he scoffs. "that doesn't mean anything, just so you know."

"i already know what your face looks like--i'm already looking at you." you shoot back quietly, face completely turned away from him now, glued to the floor, staring holes into the tile below your feet.

pride bubbles in his chest. finally, he has the upper hand. for once, you're the one stumble over your words about him catch you off guard. thinking he might start to enjoy this too much, he takes his chance and steps a bit closer.

"well, now y'not..." he drawls lowly, "you don't wanna miss any details, right ? i'll get pissed off if you get my face wrong, i'll start a fuckin' riot on your island."

your shoulder shake with a giggle. then, with a sigh, you finally look up at him. katsuki hates how quickly his heart beats, how quickly he feels nearly cornered again. how thrilling it all feels. you tilt your head and he stares back, challenging, raising a brow.

katsuki doesnt know how long he sits there letting you look at him, but he nows he won't to stop you for however long you feel like standing here playing this game. he can't have you know that thought, so he speaks again, sarcastically.

"takin' your sweet time, huh ?"

your nose scrunches up and you playfully frown at him, tutting. "my island is on the line here. can't make any mistakes," you tease.

"besides i wanna...get you right. you've got a lot of details."

"m'pretty sure human faces should have a lot of details."

you rolls your eyes, but they dont stray far. he doesn't want them to."it's different right now..." you whisper.

"different..?" he utters just as quietly. he leans in slowly, so close now he can see your lashes flutter in surprise. yet, you don't move.

"yeah, you're...different," your eyes flick down to his lips before locking with his again. "in a good way."

katsuki gulps, his eyes flutter shut before he blinks then back open, you follow the movement with utmost focus.

it makes him dizzy, but you won't look away, and neither will he. he definitely doesn't plan on breaking first but he'll admit you're a worthy opponent. he can't tell if the way your eyes dart across his face means you're still analysing him or if this was something completely differnt now.

who was he kidding...whatever it was, so long as it was you he couldn't find it in himself to complain. or tell you to stop. because the truth is that he doesn't want to either when he thinks to lean forward again. just a little more--

"oh ! hiya, yn ! and the explosion guy !"

just as quickly as it happened the moment's over. a small shriek slips past your lips, katsuki's just quick enough to miss you almost headbutting him. your head whips around dumbly searching for the source of your interruption. you relax when you realise that metal freak finally appeared. just as quickly as you'd been batting your eyelashes at him your face hardens, your shoulders square up at attention.

"a-ah, tetsu ! c'mere, i need your face !"

"huh ?!"

katsuki wonders if there's a way to kill people in your game.

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sukuna leaving mid-date :(

You knew Sukuna worked too much. You’d known that before you ever started whatever this was with him. You knew that every extra shift, every call‑in, every overtime hour usually meant the difference between him scraping by and actually having enough money left at the end of the week to breathe. You knew that. It didn’t mean you had to like it.

The afternoon had started suspiciously well, which should’ve been your first warning. You and Sukuna had been sitting on a bench outside a convenience store, sharing a carton of fries you’d bought after wandering aimlessly around the city for nearly two hours. Not a date… definitely not a date. Just the two of you hanging out. Alone. On a Saturday. After he’d specifically cleared his afternoon. Totally not a date.

“You keep stealing the good fries,” he complained.

You looked up from the carton. “The good fries?”

“The crispy ones.”

“Those are all the fries.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You grabbed another one, and Sukuna immediately narrowed his eyes. “That was a crispy one.”

You giggled. “Too slow.”

“I literally bought them.”

“And?”

His jaw twitched, and for a second he almost smiled back at you. Almost–until his phone rang. The smile vanished instantly. You watched him pull it out, and his expression shifted. Not annoyed or irritated, just tired, which made your stomach sink because you knew that look.

He stared at the screen for a moment before answering. “Yeah.”

Silence followed. You kicked your feet against the pavement, picking at the corner of the fry carton while he listened, sighed, and ran a hand through his pink hair.

“How long?” he asked.

Your stomach dropped.

NOoOooOoOOoOoOooO. Not today. Not now. You already knew. You knew before he even said it. Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine.”

You looked away before he could see your face. The call ended. A few seconds passed, then he said, “I gotta go.”

There it was.

You nodded. “Oh.”

His brows furrowed. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, trying to sound casual. Normal. Totally unbothered.

“Okay.”

Sukuna stared at you. You stared at the road. He knew. You knew he knew, but neither of you were going to say it.

“They need someone to cover,” he said.

“Okay.”

“You mad?”

“No.”

A lie. A terrible lie. Possibly the worst lie ever spoken.

Sukuna scoffed. “You’re literally pouting.”

“M’not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You shoved another fry into your mouth aggressively. Sukuna stared, then snorted–actually snorted, the jerk.

“I’m not pouting.”

“You look like someone kicked your dog.”

“I don’t even have a dog.”

“You look like someone would kick your dog.”

You glared at him. He looked annoyingly amused, until his expression softened slightly.

“They’re short‑staffed.”

“Okay.”

“I need the hours.”

“I know.”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “Yuji needs new shoes.”

Your gaze flickered up. Sukuna looked away. “Kid grew out of the last pair in like three damn months.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “And Choso’s helping with rent already. I’m not dumping more on him.”

Your chest tightened, because there it was–the real reason. Not cigarettes, not stupid spending, not because he wanted to leave. Because there was a five‑year‑old waiting for him at home who somehow managed to outgrow everything the second it was bought. Because Choso was already carrying enough at sixteen. Because Sukuna had been playing the role of provider for so long that saying no almost wasn’t an option anymore.

“I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to,” he said quietly.

You hated that, because you knew it was true. He wasn’t ditching you because he wanted to. He needed the money. You knew that, but the stupid hurt feeling wouldn’t go away. Because for one afternoon–one stupid afternoon–you wanted him to pick you. Just once.

You immediately hated yourself for thinking it, because that wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. Bills weren’t fair. Rent wasn’t fair. And Sukuna had never gotten the luxury of putting feelings before survival.

Still… it hurt.

“Whatever,” you muttered. There it was–the dangerous whatever.

Sukuna sighed. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally not.”

“You get this tone.”

“What tone?”

“That one.”

You stood up. “There is no tone.”

“There is.”

“There isn’t.”

“There is.”

You grabbed your bag. “Go to work, Sukuna.”

His jaw clenched. You knew that look too–the one where he wanted to argue but couldn’t, because he really did have to leave. So instead he stood, towering over you.

“Walk home safe.”

“Yeah.”

“You got your keys?”

“Yeah.”

“Phone charged?”

“Yes, dad.”

That earned you a glare.

Good. Maybe he should suffer too.

“You being annoying on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

His eyes narrowed, then he reached over and flicked your forehead. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Brat.”

Then he started walking backwards toward the street. “Text me when you’re home.”

You rolled your eyes.

He pointed. “Seriously.”

“Okay.”

“Promise.”

You huffed. “Promise.”

Only then did he finally leave, and somehow watching him disappear around the corner felt way worse than you’d expected.

The walk home sucked, mostly because it gave you time to think, which was terrible. Thinking was terrible. You replayed the afternoon over and over–the way he’d looked disappointed too, the way he’d tried explaining, the way he’d said he wouldn’t leave if he didn’t have to–and somehow that only made you more upset, because if he’d been a jerk about it, you could’ve stayed mad. Instead, he’d been reasonable, which was annoying.

Your phone buzzed.

Ryo🤰: Made it.

You ignored it.

Another buzz.

Ryo🤰: You home yet?

Ignored.

Five minutes later:

Ryo🤰: Answer your phone idiot.

Ignored.

Then–

Ryo🤰: Don’t make me come check.

You immediately typed back:

You: You’re literally at work.

His reply came instantly.

Ryo🤰: So you’re alive.

You stared at the screen for a moment, then locked your phone.

Nope. Not doing this. You were too sad and too grumpy to talk.

Three hours later, you were curled up in bed, still grumpy, still refusing to text him properly, and still pretending you weren’t checking your phone every ten minutes. The quiet of your room made everything worse, and when the sudden knock at the door echoed through the apartment–three sharp raps–you froze. It was nearly midnight, and before you could even process who would be knocking at this hour, your phone rang. Sukuna’s name lit up the screen, making your stomach flip as you answered with a flat, “What?”

“Open the door,” he said.

You sat upright, confused. “...What?”

“Door.”

“Sukuna.”

“Door.”

“You were literally at work.”

“I still am.”

“What?”

“Open the damn door.”

Still confused, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, only to find him standing there in his work uniform with tired eyes, messy hair, and a paper bag in his hand. You blinked at him. “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t stop sulking,” he said.

“I wasn’t sulking.”

“You ignored me for three hours.”

“That’s not–”

“Sulking.”

You glared at him, but the irritation didn’t hold. He looked genuinely exhausted–dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped like he’d worked a twelve‑hour shift–and yet he’d still come all the way here. Your anger weakened immediately, traitorous thing that it was.

He shoved the paper bag into your arms, and when you looked inside, you found your favourite takeaway–the exact thing you’d mentioned wanting earlier but never ended up getting. Your chest tightened just a little.

“Sukuna…”

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly uncomfortable. “I know today sucked,” he muttered.

You stared at him.

“And I know you were upset.” You opened your mouth to deny it, then closed it again, because pretending now felt pointless.

Sukuna sighed. “I just…” He struggled with the words, like saying them physically hurt. “I need the money.”

Your heart squeezed because he sounded almost guilty, like he'd done something wrong when he hadn't. Not really. “I know,” you said softly.

His shoulders loosened slightly, just a fraction.

“I know,” you repeated.

Silence settled between you, and before you could think better of it, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Sukuna froze completely, like you’d hit him with a truck, but after a moment his arms came around you–slow, heavy, warm. You felt him exhale, the kind of breath someone lets out only after holding it in all day.

“I’m still annoyed,” you muttered.

“Mhm.”

“You left me.”

“Mhm.”

“You suck.”

“Mhm.”

He rested his chin on your head. “Still bought you food.”

“…Yeah.”

“Still came here.”

“…Yeah.”

“Still got another shift tomorrow.”

You groaned, and he actually laughed–a low, tired sound against your hair. And despite everything, the stupid hurt feeling finally faded. Because maybe Sukuna couldn’t always choose you first; life didn’t give him that luxury. But even after a miserable shift and an exhausting day, he still ended up on your doorstep at midnight. And maybe that counted for something too.

a/n: Inspireddd by the faaact exams are preventing me from talking to my girlfrieeends :(

lowkey me every time they tell me they gottaaa goo (also, I wrote this while listening to snoozeeee just in case anybooody else wanted to do that too😓)

[reveries0fmine]

Too little, too late — Sukuna Ryomen

pairing: fratkuna x reader synopsis: your fuckbuddy starts blurring the lines, and you allow yourself to hope for more, leading to a confession... cw: angst, unrequited love, cussing, drinking, smoking, friends with benefits, hooking up, slightly suggestive moments but nothing crazy, wc: 3k art creds: @/679sora on twiter a/n: idk how to write smoking sorry lol Sukuna masterlist collection masterlist

No strings attached.

That’s what it was always meant to be. 

You knew that nothing would ever come out of this, and you were perfectly content with that. At least, in the beginning. 

You’d met him mid-semester. Having accidentally slept in that morning, you arrived to class late and took the last available seat. Well, kind of available. 

His bag was resting on the chair. But what option did you have? The lecture hall was packed. 

So you’d hesitantly made your way over to him, hand on your hip, voice still a little raspy from sleep. You didn’t care that your hair was slightly disheveled, or that you still had a little leftover mascara from last night. 

“Do you mind?” you asked, plain and simple.

For the first time since you’d gone up to him, he looked up at you and glared. 

You doubled down, returning his scrutinizing glare. You were too tired for this. 

With a small scoff he grabbed his bag and set it on the floor between his tanned, muscular legs. Those shorts of his were barely long enough to cover the black ring tattoos encircling his thighs. 

Your eyes darted back to the professor, and class continued on like usual.

You thought that’d be the end of it. 

Clearly, you were wrong. 

The second time you spoke, he was the one to come in late. The second you noticed him come in—which was kind of impossible not to—your eyes scanned the room to see if any seats were available. 

And as if the universe was mocking you, the only available seat was the one to your right. And with you sitting on the far left corner of your row of seats, you were blocking it off. 

You sighed and looked down at your notes. Hopefully you’d missed a seat and he would find it. 

Then, you heard someone clearing their throat right above you. 

You looked up, only to be met with tattooed arms crossed against his chest. 

He maintained eye contact for less than a second before looking away, well aware that the situation was both ironic and embarrassing. 

But you thought you could make the most of it. After all, it’s not everyday you get to ridicule frat president Sukuna Ryomen. 

“Yes?” you asked innocently. 

He looks back at you, clearly annoyed. “Don’t play dumb. Scoot over.”

“That’s a weird way of asking nicely.” 

“Like you’d know anything about that?” he scoffs. “’Do you mind’ isn’t exactly nice either.” he says, quoting you.

You’re a little taken aback. “You remember what I said word for word? Creep.” you click your tongue and finally let him through.

He walks by and sits on the chair with a heavy thump, the people around you turning to stare. But neither of you cared. His bag falls on the ground, and he glares daggers at you.

“Creep?”

“Yeah. You must be obsessed with me or something.” you grin, amused.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t even know your name.” he chuckles, although it’s mocking if anything. He turns back to the front of the lecture hall, staring at the board.

You do the same, staring straight ahead as you speak, and take the opportunity to introduce yourself, giving him your name. 

He sneers again. “Didn’t ask for it.” He turns his head ever so slightly to look at you.

You feel his gaze burning into the side of your head and return it. 

His smirk slowly fades as he stares at every one of your features. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your lips, who only seem to stretch wider at the sight of him analyzing your face.

“Sukuna.” he states quietly and calmly, a vast contrast from his usual tone.

“Nice to meet you.” you nod, and turn back to focus on the lecture. 

His eyes linger on you for a second too long before he looks away. 

From that point, the two of you continued sitting next to one another. At first it started with excuses like him preferring the seat next to you because it was at the back. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason. 

And yet, you couldn’t point fingers at him either. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to seeing him step through the door at the end of the lecture hall, or the way you got increasingly excited with every step he took towards you. 

Eventually, you’d gotten close enough for him to invite you to one of his parties. You told him you’d think about it, but you knew you’d come. 

Still, you were glad you lied.

The look on his face when he spotted you that night was priceless. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what he was thinking, but you knew he was at the very least surprised to see you. Pleasantly surprised. 

You made your way to him slowly, carefully maneuvering around the crowded frathouse.

You watched as he shoved his bottle of beer against his friend’s chest, who begrudgingly held it for him. He meets you halfway, and the two of you stand face to face—thanks to you craning your neck. 

He talks loud enough for you to hear him over the sound of the music, but low enough so that only you can hear. 

“You came,” he grinned.

You nod. “Apparently your parties suck. Wanted to see it for myself.”

He chuckles at your snarky remark, and his hands find their way to your hips, thumbs tracing patterns against them. “No, you wanted to see me.”

You think of rolling your eyes, huffing, telling him he was being delusional. But you were tired of playing games. 

“And if I did?” your arms wrap around his neck, nails barely scraping against the skin of his nape. 

“I’d have to make it worth your while.” He leans in close, too close.

You reciprocate, fingers now tugging at the back of his hair. “And how’re you gonna do that?”

“Maybe if you shut that pretty mouth of yours I’d be able to show you.”

Next thing you knew, he was dragging you to his room upstairs, and with a lot of expertise, you noticed. Considering he had his tongue down your throat the entire time. 

Months of waiting, of teasing, of lingering glances and touches all poured into that kiss. And every single one after that. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he’d whispered against your lips.

And you agreed. This didn’t need to become anything unnecessarily complicated. Besides, you figured after that night, it would end there. 

But it didn’t.

You kept running into each other, kept bickering, kept brushing hands and shoulders. And so you kept hooking up. 

It was great at first, simple. But somewhere along the way, your relationship grew into something more. 

You’d hang out together, without the intention of hooking up. He’d bring you coffee before class, and had even memorized your order. He’d pick you up and drop you off at places. He insisted on you sending him a text to let him know you got home safe. He’d even sent you a picture of a stray cat once, claiming it reminded him of you. 

He was slowly breaking the boundaries that he had set. And you weren’t against it. 

Truth be told, he had become something more to you a while ago. And you would have tried fighting it if it weren’t for the way he was acting. Like he was your boyfriend. 

You figured he must be wanting something more too. 

Terrible mistake.

He’d picked you up from an outing with your friends. The ride back was silent. You had been wanting to set the record straight, and now was the time. 

“Kuna,”

He only grunted in response. One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting against the open window frame. 

You hesitate for a moment. “What are we?” you finally asked, voice quieter now.

That makes him pause. His eyes briefly glance at you before returning to the road. “What?”

“What are we.” you repeat, this time more firm. “And don’t tell me ‘nothing’, because you’ve been weird lately.”

He scoffs, eyebrows tightly knit in a frown. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” you turn your head to look at him. “Memorizing my coffee order, staying up late so we can watch movies at my place, texting me to make sure I get home safe. You’re even picking me up and dropping me off at my place right now.”

He chuckles, although there’s no amusement in it. His free hand rubs at his chin. 

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t act like I’m crazy. You wouldn’t do any of this if you really didn’t care about me.”

He sighs heavily before pulling over on the side of the road. The car stops, but the engine is still on. 

You wait for him to say something, anything. But he doesn’t. He simply stares at the steering wheel, gripping it so tightly the ends of his fingers turn white. 

“Sukuna, do you want more? Do you want me? Like, really want me.” 

He finally moves, his hands covering his face as he sighs into them. “I told you this didn’t mean anything. How hard is that to understand?”

“Why didn’t you act like it didn’t mean anything then?” you retort, voice gradually getting weaker.

“I did. You’re the one who’s delusional.”

Your shoulders drop, and you sink back in the car seat, staring at your hands in your lap.

You miss the way his jaw clenches tightly, or how he gazes down at you like he wanted to say more but couldn’t.

An awkward pause passes before you unbuckle your seatbelt, grab your bag and get out of the car. 

His eyes go wide, and he gets rid of his seatbelt as well. He stands right outside of his car, but doesn’t make any effort to follow you.

You’re already a couple steps away, your feet stomping against the sidewalk.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he shouted.

You refused to answer him and instead continued walking.

“Would you quit it with the attention seeking behaviour? Just get in the car.”

That only seemed to piss you off even more, considering you started walking faster. 

He stands there in shock for a couple seconds. “Fine!” he huffs before getting back in the car, and driving past you.

That night, you’d walked the way back home. Unbeknownst to you that he had rounded the block and was carefully tailing you, still in his car. 

Thankfully you hadn’t noticed him. Which only seemed to spur him on. 

Fucking idiot. Can’t even realize she’s being following. What if I hadn’t been here? He thought to himself. But he knew it was all just a coverup.

He continued lying to himself, because he wasn’t able to come to terms with reality. The reality that he’d started to care for you way too much. 

It scared him. The thought that a singular person could have such a pull on him. He didn’t want that, because he wasn’t ready for it. He was used to being independent, self-reliant, autonomous. Never in his life had he considered making place for someone else.

That’s why, despite what he truly was feeling, he’d flat-out rejected you.

Even after that night, he continued being dishonest towards himself. He tried convincing himself that you meant nothing, that none of this would change anything in his life, and that he’d carry on. But the ache in his chest that only seemed to grow heavier and heavier with each passing day was making it hard to ignore his true sentiments.

The final push however, the moment that made his heart drop fast enough, that served as irrevocable proof that he did need you in his life, was the day he’d seen you with another man.

He’d gone out to the bar that was near your college with his friendgroup. It was pretty crowded, considering lots of people had finished their exams and such. 

His night was going as per usual, nothing new or exciting. He quietly sipped on his drink while his frat brothers continued talking, bickering and laughing. But the noise was becoming too loud. The lights were starting to give him a headache, and he felt his patience wearing thin. 

So he got up from the booth, not bothering to excuse himself as he made his way out. None of his friends batted an eye, they were used to his attitude. 

Finally stepping outside, he leaned against the streetlamp that was near the entrance of the bar. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed his packet of cigarettes and brought one to his lips. Cupping the end of it, he flicked his lighter and lit it up. 

Tugging the lighter back inside his jacket, he looked around while taking a puff.

He’d been in such a sour mood ever since coming to the bar with the others, but he didn’t know why. It just felt like he was going to have a shittier night than usual. But nothing had been out of the ordinary. Yet.

Holding the cigarette between his index and thumb, he pulls it away to exhale a heavy puff of smoke downward. 

When he lifts his gaze again, he spots a couple. 

The two were bantering and laughing, occasionally bumping shoulders, before intertwining their hands.

Nothing out of the ordinary for a couple to be out on a date on a night like this. His gaze sweeps past them as he looks away. But he does a double take when he notices how familiar the woman looks.

It’s you.

You’re the one leaning into that man’s side, laughing at his jokes, nuzzling against his neck and shoulder as you walk.

You look beautiful. 

Even prettier than when you’d first met with your slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, giving you a smoky eye. Even prettier than when Sukuna spotted you that night in his frathouse after thinking you wouldn’t show up. Even prettier than when you were underneath him, eyes squeezed shut while you quiet pleas and his name left your lips. 

Even prettier than when he’d bring you coffee while you spent all-nighters studying, your face slightly puffy and tired but still so gorgeous to him. Even prettier than when he’d let you walk out of his life after ruining everything.

You looked prettier because you looked happy. Like you’d finally gotten what you wanted. Like you didn’t have to navigate through mixed signals and walk on eggshells. 

You seemed stress-free, satisfied, happy. 

He doesn’t even notice the lighter slipping out of his pocket and falling onto the pavement beneath him. The metal clinking.

The couple, who were just about to go inside of the bar, whipped their heads around to follow the sound. 

But Sukuna paid it no mind, he only stared with wide eyes, lips slightly parted, cigarette dangling from them. 

When you finally noticed him, you mimicked his expression, equally as stunned.

The man holding your hand looked at the lighter on the ground and then at Sukuna, 

“... I think you dropped something.” he spoke, confused as to why the tall man was frozen in place.

Sukuna’s expression quickly melts back into a scowl as his gaze landed on the man next to you. He throws him a quick glare before looking back at you. An incredulous smirk makes its way onto his face, like he can’t quite believe this is happening.

“Really? That’s your rebound?”

You return the glare the second he opens his mouth. “Don’t call him that.”

“Why? He deserves to know the truth doesn’t he?” he chuckles.

Your boyfriend’s eyes dart back and forth between you two. “Do you know him? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you say dismissively before turning back to Sukuna. “He’s not a rebound. He’s my boyfriend, so watch your mouth.” you scoff. “How about you go back to sulking and being miserable, yeah? Suits you better than playing tough guy.”

“I’m really confused right now—” your boyfriend speaks up, but you shush him. 

“Goodbye, Sukuna.” you throw him one last glare before walking into the bar, dragging your man along with you.

He feels the urge to cuss you out one last time as you leave, but he doesn’t. Because he knows you’re right. He deserves this. This is what he wanted, right?

No. No, it wasn’t.

It was what he said he wanted, but it wasn’t what he really wanted.

Lying to himself felt useless now. It was so blatantly obvious. 

He loved you, and that scared him. 

The weight of those words was heavy both in his mind and in his chest. He felt like he was going to be sick. 

He stares through the bar’s windows and watches as you sit down, the man sitting across from you. You’re smiling and laughing, like you’d already forgotten about him.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s still frozen in place as the words “I love her” echoed through his head. 

He spits his cigarette out, crushing it with his boot before stomping off to his car, not even bothering to pick up his lighter. 

Each time the word Iove repeated in his head, he felt heavier and heavier, a knot slowly forming in his stomach. This was exactly why he didn’t want to admit it.

His mind trails off, and he starts wondering if things would’ve been different had he admitted his feelings sooner. Would he be the one sitting across from you in the bar? Would you be in his passenger seat, forcing him to listen to your playlist on the speakers of his car while you sang your heart out? 

Would you be spending the night with him, falling asleep in one of his shirts that dwarfed you, lying in his arms while he played with your hair? He’d finally be able to tug at your locks while you were awake, instead of waiting to do it while you were asleep like he always did. Too scared of you noticing the far too intimate gesture.

He starts the engine of his car, his foot slamming on the gas pedal as soon as he’s out of his parking spot. His windows rolled down, hoping the harsh wind against his face would quiet his thoughts. But he knew it was pointless.

This was his fault, and now he had to live with that fact.

taglist for jjk works: @freyao7

[ellaleia]

Fuck you, sukuna x a reader whose as aggressive as him

Hey char…Thanks for requesting never knew you liked Sukuna, maybe i shall write you x jay next as a gift for requesting this.

Temperament

MDNI Heian!Sukuna x tempered!reader

Some say, that you have a temper which is quite similar to  Ryomen Sukuna; the king of curses.  

Many people when someone would utter that name would be petrified desperately doing anything to shadow their lives away from the tyrant. But you? A completely different story. 

The first time you and Sukuna clashed, servants said it felt like two domains active at one small moment. So what was the conflict over? Clothes.

You invited yourself into Sukuna’s chamber without warning, the grunt was accompanied by tailors and Uraume. Robes were scattered by a nearby table, fabrics tailing off of the wooden support. Sukuna stood by a large mirror examining the robe that a tailor picked up. It draped over his body in a bright blood red with golden checkers surrounding the surface. 

“Such fine materials, fine job too.” He hummed satisfactorily towards the craft.

Uraume nodded “it suits you well My lord.” 

“It will be fine to show off to the other nobles my wealth.” He chuckled admiring himself in the mirror.

The tailors surrounding him looked relived that he enjoyed the clothing - relived to have not been killed yet.

“It looks god awful on you.” You bluntly told.

Silence suffocated the room, the tailors faces dropped violently, Uraume looked neutral but their eyes were locked into Sukuna. You couldn’t see Sukuna’s face in the mirror. 

You laid on your side hand palming your cheek looking unamused. “That red does not suit you at all,its too bright, too childish.” 

“What did you say woman?” Sukuna practically growled turning his body around facing you with growing annoyance.

“It looks awful.” You raised your eyebrows.

“And what makes you think, you have the right to state your opinion in my matters?” His face grew dark.

“Well the red simply doesn’t suit you.” You stood up from his bed standing to his collection of attires. “The red makes you stand out too much, every noble knows your authority why already rub it in.” 

A vein popped from Sukuna’s head anger began to rise within his bloodstream, how could you just insult his authority? You looked at the collection of his robes picking up a deep crimson robe which had laces of gold around the sleeves and crossover. You turned around ignoring Sukuna’s angry expression pulling the robe to his body, spreading the sleeves to fully visualise it on his mass.

“See this one will suit you more better, its not screaming that people need to know your status but it still gives authority.” You explained.

The room was quiet, only you could register was Sukuna’s heavy breathing as he tried to contain himself. Suddenly he grabbed your wrists squeezing them tight. The sudden pressure change made you jolt slightly and really look up at Sukuna’s face who was burning bright with frustration.

“Do you question my authority woman?” He huffed in your face.

“God Ryomen, i was trying to give you advice.” You whined back.

“I said, woman.” He tightened his grip around your wrists. “Do you question my authority?” he practically bellowed, making the room rumble with it.

“Yes i do challenge your authority!” You shouted back.

Silence.

Tailors huddled into a corner like weeping rabbits whilst Uraume stood there unfazed. Your eyes burned with annoyance matching his, Sukuna’s teeth clashed together failing to contain his dramatic anger.

“You think that you know what suits me? Do you?” He hissed.

“Well clearly i do because that robe does not suit you at all, even the tailors can agree.” You clashed your lips together.

“Does that mean you have to give your opinion? No you stay silent till i tell you to talk.” He shouted directly in your face saliva splashing onto your face whilst tightening his grip on you.

You winced at the pressure increased on your wrists. “I refuse to obey your puny orders all because you don’t like simple criticism on a robe which does not suit you at all.” You screamed back. “At all.” You emphasised those words widening your eyes to appear more sarcastic.

Sukuna’s face was vexing, his eyes clenching hard and veins popping from his tanned forehead he turned his head around looking feral at the tailors. 

“Does this robe suit me or does the robe that this woman picked out suit me better?.” His voice darkened. “And be honest!” He shouted at them his brows tightening into deep anger.

The tailors huddled together flinched at his screams, One moment Sukuna was satisfied but next was completely feral over your comment. They all muttered between each other unable to speak up till one managed too.

“M-Myy lord..the r-robe the l-lady p-picked out suits you much better”. The tailor stuttered with his eyes closed, not wanting to see the animalistic tyrant in front of him.

You smirked at his comment, his face switched between the two of you but when he fully saw your smirk he let go with your wrists letting out a loud grunt. He lowered his body facing towards your now impish expression.

“Dont you ever do this again or you will be between my teeth.” He hissed at you.

“Oh between your teeth.” You widened your eyes trying to make yourself look more innocent at him. “Oh no Ryomen is going to eat me…what eat my cunt like you do at night?” You snickered at him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he growled once more slamming all the robes to the floor with the table. Uraume rushed to his side to attempt to calm him down. You walked towards him grabbing his robe.

“Next time, maybe you should listen to me you arrogant bastard.” Your expression furrowed 

And with that you exited his chamber, leaving the weaving tailors and the vexed tyrant who was staring at the door with absolute malice, but his stomach mouth was grinning widely: he liked your aggressive attitude.

That day was when Sukuna discovered your aggressive nature, you both would argue over everything. And the more he would hear your insults, muscles clenching on your face or how you would ignore him for days on end. It made him feel more feral for you, wanting to rip your ego apart and see you fully submit to him.

Unfortunately you still had attitude when he was between your thighs licking up and between your folds. Legs spread so he could slither his head through, his tongue licking your cunt like a treat he craved. You were not satisfied, he was barely focusing on your clit everywhere but your clit - the spot which was most enjoyable!

“God you useless man, do you not know where my clit is anymore?!” You gripped his hair tightly trying to get his attention.

He only hummed between your folds, still not focused on your speech.

“Ryomen, look at me when im talking to you?!” You shouted at him voice wellowed with anger.

He finally looked up, slightly hazy from eating you but annoyed “what is it woman, let me enjoy a meal.”

“Focus on the clit, I want to cum.” You commanded.

“I’ll focus where I want to focus.” He argued back brows furrowing.

Dark, dark your face was frustration was fuelling your bloodstream as a vein popped from your forehead. “You think this is a game? I pleasure you in all the right places, maybe you should reciprocate back!”

“You forget your place woman, you forget it alot.”  Sukuna criticised at you.

You groaned loud shutting your legs closed. A whimper came from his stomach mouth whilst his face was angry. 

“If you are not going to pleasure me correctly then don’t bother at all, I’ll simply not bother with you.” 

A whimper came louder from his stomach mouth, whilst his gaze was dark with you till he grinned wide, laying his body on top of yours his stomach mouth swerved between your thighs to your closed clit, licking what was available slowly. You whined softly whilst Sukuna breathed your scents from your neck.

You jolted your legs open slightly, allowing the tongue to lap around your cunt in delight. Whilst low, rumbling hums came from Sukuna’s throat.

“I am feeling rather stiff now, if you keep acting like this i may loose my self control.” Sukuna stroked his rough tongue up your neck while his stomach mouth circled your clit.

“God you are absolutely revolting, even bears in the forest have more manners than you do.” You scoffed trying to shove his head away but it only made him bite your neck.

“And get down there i want to feel your tongue, your other mouth’s texture is not the same!” You complained which made his stomach mouth whimper. 

He bit your mouth once more, and his stomach mouth licked your cunt like it was starving, in the midst of two tongues licking your flavour you had an orgasm, spraying your overstimulation over the fabrics that you both laid on top off.

You laid huffing whilst Sukuna sat up staring at his craftsmanship that he made.

“Now hurry up and give me your cocks, you better not leave me hanging, you futile man.” You slapped his hardened bicep

Sukuna only chuckled whilst two pairs of his hands were untying the bows on his pants.

Never in the life of Sukuna did he have someone who matched his temper, you were the first to challenge his authority and he had grown to love your rebellious attitude. Maybe one day he’ll see you fully break and show your core but it sure will not happen soon.

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Relationships are hard, which is probably why your longest one yet still ended despite your desire for it not to. Maybe you should’ve tried harder, communicated more. These are thoughts that run through your head frequently in the aftermath. Breaking up with a man you still love but aren’t quite sure you like anymore was incredibly gut wrenching. Going no contact was even harder but you knew you’d go back if you didn’t. 

It's been months and you’re still filled with regrets over what could’ve been, what you could’ve done differently. But that’s neglecting the fact that you tried for so long with nothing changing. You were feeling underappreciated – you were underappreciated – and you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life like that. You deserve more, you deserve to feel like you’re important.

It got to the point where you were too embarrassed to tell your friends about how you were feeling because you knew what they’d say. You knew because you would’ve told them the same thing had they been in your spot. Leave.

So, you did but you’re left with a sense of longing and the longer time passes the more your feelings fester into something else. Anger, annoyance, disappointment. Why couldn’t he just treat you how you deserved, was it so hard for him to act like he loved you. Was it because he didn’t love you?

Relationships are overrated.

Sighing to yourself as you wander the aisles of the convenience store, you just need a few things to help with your hangover and then you’ll go back to your apartment and wallow. Your friends had told you that you needed to move on and to them, that meant clubbing. A lot of dancing and free drinks later, you’re stuck with fun memories and a killer headache.

A headache that’s making it hard to properly orient yourself in this small store. They need to stop moving things around, every time you get used to the layout—they change something again. You’re crouched down low looking for pain meds when you feel someone behind you. They’re too close and it’s weird, if you’re in the way they can just wait or politely ask you to move.

You can feel them move off to your side, squatting down next to you. A large hand presents the brand you were looking for and you quickly recognise the tattoos on his wrist. This is so your luck, you’ve spent months avoiding the hell out of him just for him to show up when you’re in a bad mood, hungover, and wearing one of his hoodies you’d kept.

Perhaps it’s a little petty of you but you lean over and grab from where he’d pulled the meds from instead of taking from him directly. You’re standing up right after, not wanting to have to talk to him.

“Holding a grudge I see,” Sukuna comments, looking up at you.

Looking down your nose, you’re asking, “Do I know you?”

“C’mon now,” he rises to his full height, towering over your form, “We know each other intimately.”

“I’m not in the mood, Sukuna,” you walk off. Going to the front to pay.

“See, you do remember me.” Despite your lack of a reply, he’s following behind you, “Big night?”

You don’t answer that either, entirely not in the mood to deal with this. It was hard enough not reaching out to him in the time after your breakup and now he appears out of nowhere acting like nothing happened.

There’s nothing said between you two until you’re out the store, his big mouth opening to say, “Do you miss me?”

Continuing to walk ahead, grumbling out, “I’m not answering that.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, our relationship wasn’t all bad.”

You turn around and glare at him, trying to figure out if you have it in you to get mad right now. You don’t, you’re tired and worn out and any anger you try to summon is being dampened by the sadness you’re feeling at seeing him so unexpectedly.

The ache of your—not so—freshly ended relationship is nowhere close to being soothed and on top of that, you don’t feel well from your hangover. A part of you is craving his comfort and then the other part of you is growing sadder because he never was able to give the kindness you needed.

Deciding to stay silent, you face forwards once again and start walking away from him. Of course, he’s not one to give up so easily, still on your tail.

Sukuna’s voice is as recognisable now as it always had been, “You’re seriously going to keep ignoring me?” he’s caught up to you, walking beside you like you’re not trying to avoid him.

Able to feel his eyes watching you carefully, taking in your strained expression, your tired eyes. You really wish you had enough anger in you to say something accurate and cutting that would have him second guessing himself but in this moment, you’ve got nothing.

Observing you for a little while longer before stating, “You kept my hoodie.”

That has you stopping again and wordlessly, you’re pulling it off and chucking it at him. Left in a too thin t-shirt for the cool weather you’re having but you can hardly care, your apartment isn’t far.

“That’s not what I wanted.”

“I don’t really care what you want anymore.”

He doesn’t blink at that, choosing to ignore the sentiment and telling you what he wants anyways, “I miss you.”

You’re taken aback but not so much as to let it show on your face. That anger you couldn’t find earlier finding you at his simple statement. How can he show up out of nowhere and say that to you without shame? After he let you feel like an afterthought for so long that you started to make yourself and your worries smaller for him.

Frown making its way onto your face as you glare at him, “Fuck you.”

Your words and the venom packed into them don’t bother him, “You’re honestly expecting me to believe you don’t miss me? That you suddenly hate me?”

There’s an incredulous look on your face, shocked by his audacity. Your brows then pinching together as you sigh quietly, “I don’t hate you, Sukuna.”

“Then?”

“‘Then’ nothing.”

The way you feel is too confusing to put into words, anytime you try to open your mouth to verbalise them you end up stopping yourself. Sukuna lets you cycle through all the ways in which you want to try answering him, uncharacteristically patient in this moment.

“I can’t hate you, but I also can’t miss you,” you settle on, a little anticlimactically. “In our relationship… you took something from me and you made me smaller. I’m not putting myself in that position again just because you suddenly feel like you miss me.”

Sukuna takes a step closer to you, about to touch you when you move away from him. His eyebrow twitches at that. “I could change, do better.”

It’s a genuine sign of vulnerability on his part but it’s coming a little too late, he still hasn’t ever apologised to you.

“I don’t believe you.” It takes everything in you to walk away but you do.

Life would’ve gone back to being quiet after that but you still have mutual friends and so the next time you run into him is all too soon at a friend’s birthday party. The party is being thrown at a laid-back bar, gathering for a few drinks.

Everything had started okay, your friends managing to keep you two separate for the most part. That was until the tail end of the evening when he weaselled his way into sitting directly next to you. He’s taking up a lot of space in the booth, leaving you far too conscious of him.

Honestly, you’re even surprised he came tonight. It’s not like he particularly likes Satoru all that much, so it was a bit of a shock to see him here when you walked in. For a split moment, you had considered walking right back out but it was too late and you’d already been spotted.  

The warmth radiating off of him is frustrating because it’s so familiar, the urge to slide in closer and rest against him like you used to almost overwhelming. Almost. As much as you want to find comfort in him, you know you shouldn’t. Not just because of your past but also because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

The last time he saw you, you were considerably more broken. Your state pitiful and tired, it’s not the same tonight. Tonight, you dressed up nice, you have more bite back in you and you’re refusing to let him shake your confidence with his presence. The last meeting is one you survived; you’re going to survive this one too.

Showing the attitude you’re carrying with you tonight by muttering at him, “Go sit somewhere else.”

He leans down to reply to you, “I’m fine here.”

“Then I’ll go sit somewhere else,” you say pointedly.

“Don’t be like that,” his legs spread a little wider, his outer thigh resting against yours. “We can be civil for our friends birthday.”

Glaring back at him and pulling your leg away from his, “You don’t even like, Satoru.”

Sukuna’s eyes roll at what he deems your dramatic reaction to his touch, “I don’t dislike him… I just find him annoying.”

“You find everyone annoying.”

“Not you.”

Your arms fold, body language closed off from him, “Well, that’s ironic, considering I find you very annoying.”

He sighs your name, “If I said sorry would you forgive me?”

Oh, he’s pushing it, “We’re not talking about this here.”

That piques his interest, “So, if we went somewhere else?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

His arm rests on the backrest of the booth, “You’re so stubborn.”

You glance up at him and severely regret it, his eyes look soft on you despite the fact he’s just complained about your stubbornness. The fondness in them throws you for a moment, not sure on how you’re feeling about it.

Looking away from him as you reply, “Good thing it’s not your problem then.”

“It’s a problem I’d welcome.” He grins at you.

“Are you aiming to upset me?”

A warm hand is placed on your knee, encouraging you to look into his eyes, “I really am sorry.”

Everything stops, the words he’d neglected to say for months now said to you so sincerely long after the relationship ended. There’s a knot in your stomach and you’re not sure how you’re about to react. Halfway between slapping him and crying.

Plucking his hand off of you, you stand and exit the booth. Pointedly ignoring how Sukuna calls your name, trying to regain your attention. You’re not going back, you can feel it in yourself, the way you might actually want to forgive him. Moving forwards, you find Satoru and give him one last birthday wish. Not wanting to be impolite to him on his special day and then you’re leaving the bar.

You’re less than happy as you walk out onto the street, you let him get to you. Literally only a few minutes of conversation with him and he shook your resolve. Unluckily for you and your resolve, it doesn’t take long for Sukuna to catch up to you. He’s pulling you back into him, big arms wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

He’s so warm around you, a completely familiar feeling you used to find so much comfort in. Despite your thoughts, you’re physically relaxing into his hold. Taking in a controlled breath, you say, “Let me go.”

“Take me back and I will.”

“You suck,” you mutter.

The intimacy you two shared is something you’ve been craving, you always felt so safe when he held you and now it’s almost like he’s weaponising that against you. Intentionally or not.

He grumbles against you, “I miss you.”

Spinning in his hold, you place your hands on his chest. “You’re not being fair to me.”

“Take me back anyways.” He leans down closer to you, intentions clear. He’s being selfish and he has to be aware of that but he also must not care because he doesn’t stop himself.

Despite the fact you know you’re vulnerable and it’s a bad idea, you let him kiss you. Entirely too weak in this moment to push him away any more than you already have. His lips on yours are like coming home, his kiss the same as you remember, if not a little more imploring. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in closer, not feeling this way for a long time. Skin growing hot from his full kisses and quickly getting carried away by the moment.  

Sukuna’s all too happily holding you even closer, big hands on your hips keeping you against him. He’s gripping you firmly, like you might disappear. He sucks on your tongue just to make you shudder, the kiss quickly changing from romantic to arousing.

He trails his lips down your throat and you push his head back, “We’re in public.”

“There’s hardly anyone around,” he replies, not worried. Lips on yours again, his tongue filling your mouth to kiss you that much deeper.

You can feel the way he groans when you push him again, “Stop,” the back of your hand rests over your lips, able to feel the heat radiating off your face. You’re embarrassed, “You turn every kiss dirty.”

“You’re overreacting,” even though he says that, his touch is gentle as he cradles the side of your face.

“Am not. People shouldn’t kiss like that in public.”

That grants you an eye roll. He’s never been one to care about what the people around you think. “Fine, follow me,” he grabs your hand and tugs you along after him.

Your judgement must be fuzzy from the kiss because you’re going along with him, “Where are we going?”

“My car.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, “I’m not making out with you in your car, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re not,” he grins evilly, “We’re going back to my place.”

“Oh, really?” You know you shouldn’t, you know that falling into bed with him is such a big step backwards in your moving on plans, but you can’t deny that the thought of it is tempting.

“I’m not the only one who missed you,” crudely referencing his dick. “And I know you missed it too.”

The daze from his lips on yours has lessened and maybe because he’s upset you so much, you’re returning that invitation with, “Missed what? Faking orgasms?”

He drops your hand and moves in close to you again, his hands now on either side of your head. Thumb brushing against your lower lip before pulling it down, all the heat quickly returning to your face from his small action. “If I were a lesser man I’d let that get to me more, but I know you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

His thumb pulls back and your lip is back in place, he lingers for a moment longer. Dark eyes considering you and your lips for a bit too long before he grabs your hand once more and continues the walk back to his car.

By this point, you’ve resigned yourself to the status of having officially caved. Willingly going along with him to his place. Sitting uncomfortably in his car’s front seat thanks to the wetness pooling in your panties. It’s been far too long since you last were kissed like that, since you were desired. Discomfort manifesting in your wriggling, thighs rubbing against each other slyly as you do your best to think about anything other than his lips on your skin.

He's pulling onto his street when he speaks again, “You know how I know you’re lying about faking your orgasms?”

Okay, so clearly that did get to him. “I don’t know what makes you think I was lyi—”

“—I know because…” he parks the car and turns the engine off, “you’re a terrible actor. Squirming on the spot because you’re all turned on from a hot kiss.” His hand rests on your jumping thigh, holding it still, “You couldn’t fake an orgasm to save your life,” leaning in to hover his lips over yours, “not to mention all those times I had you squir—”

Your hand slaps over his mouth to shut him up, not needing the reminder of how easy you are for him. “You talk too much about unnecessary things.”

Sukuna grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back, the smile on his face telling you he’s remembering the times he had you squirting around his dick all too fondly. “I disagree.”

Then he moves in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek like he’d done a million times before in the past. It’s the simplicity in the familiar affection that tugs at your heart strings and you can’t help but seek him out more. Turning your head so you can catch his lips with yours, arms around his neck as you both move in sync.

He indulges you completely, holding onto you just as desperately as you are to him. His hands moving over you and groping wherever he can manage to grab. Palming at your tit, greedily holding onto you and groaning into your mouth. You’re crawling over the centre console and he’s helping you along, encouraging you to straddle his lap.

The kiss between you both growing hotter and greedier, you give a little grind down into his erection and he moans into your mouth. The hands on your thighs digging into you at it, wanting more, wanting you to do it again. Giving a second grind down has his lips parting from yours as his head falls back on the cars headrest.

Soft pants coming from him, “I thought you weren’t gonna make out with me in my car?”

“I can stop,” you offer.

There’s a pause and genuine consideration in his expression, filtering through his options. “I’m not fucking you in my car, not after waiting this long.” He pops open his door and helps you to your feet, “We’re doing this properly, in my bed, where I can strip you bare and fuck you how I want.”

You’re watching him and waiting for him to get out of the car himself. “Are you trying to tease me with the anticipation or something?”

“Is it working?” His eyebrow raises to you.

You glare at him, refusing to answer because it definitely is working.

He grins because he still knows you far too well and because he was joking. “I just need a moment,” nodding down to where his thick arousal strains against the front of his pants.

And suddenly you’re feeling embarrassed despite how you were just rocking your clothed cunt against it. “Ah, right.”

“Feeling shy?” comes his taunting voice.

Shooting him with a glare, trying to remind him that you could leave at any moment. “I’d be careful how you act, Sukuna.”

“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not gonna make it upstairs.” He reaches into his pants and readjusts his erection, small hiss passing his lips at his own touch. Then he’s out the car and standing in front of you, the sound of the car door closing behind him.

His hands reach for you and you think it’s to grope at you again but he’s carefully tugging your shirt back into place. Making sure you don’t look so dishevelled from when he was groping you earlier.

Another small action that has your affection for him overwhelming you, wanting to hold him close and experience being loved by him again. Instead, you grab his hands to stop his considerate touch. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like you love me.”

He’s faltering at that, fixing himself to say something before deciding against it at the last minute. Settling his answer on a simple, “Fine.”

Everything is suddenly spinning; he’s picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Lugging you into his apartment building while carrying you like a sack of potatoes or something similar. You plant your elbows into his back and use that leverage to hold your head up in your palms, sighing at him.

“This is embarrassing.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says, tone of voice clearly reflecting his indifference.

And of course, because he can’t help himself, he’s taking the opportunity to grab at your ass. You’re kicking your legs at it a little, but it doesn’t even throw him off balance, completely sturdy and continuing up to his apartment.

“Can’t you put me down?”

His head turns and bites at your sensitive side, teeth nipping your skin where your shirt has ridden up. “No.”

“What the hell!” hand threading into his hair to tug back on his head, “what was that for?”

“Felt like it,” he grins at you, eyes darker than usual from how his pupils have taken over.

Finally at his front door after what feels like hours, though he’s still not putting you down. Single hand resting on your ass while his other reaches into his pocket for his keys. A little forceful in how he kicks the door closed behind him as he crosses the threshold, his impatience becoming more apparent.

You’re not let go until he’s got you in his room, dropped onto his mattress and bouncing a little because of it. Fixing him with an unimpressed gaze, looking through your lashes at him from down below. He’s looking at you with a hungry sort of expression, taking you in slowly. Despite being fully dressed you feel exposed to him, not needing to be a mind reader to be able to tell he’s imagining you naked.

He leans down and grabs your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, “I can only get so turned on.” Lips on yours messy, resulting in a sloppy kiss. His hand not letting you go, still pinching your cheeks to have your lips in a pout.

Huffing out between kisses, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Uh huh.” Not letting the insult get to him, too preoccupied with kissing you breathless.

Reaching your arms around him and hooking a leg around his waist at the same time to attempt to pull him onto the bed properly. You want him under you, growing frustrated by his blasé attitude. It’s not like he’s wrong, he’s just fucking annoying.

Sukuna doesn’t move at all, still when he asks, “What are you trying to do?”

“I was trying to pull you onto the bed,” still pouting.

His hand squishes your cheeks together a little more harshly, “Oh? Feeling desperate?”

“No.” You rumble at him. “I wanted to sit on you.”

And the way he positively lights up has you regretting your choice in words, “What a fantastic idea.”

Hands everywhere on you, undressing you quickly. He slows down when he’s stripped you to your underwear. Appreciating the sight of you, hands trailing up your thighs to keep them open, knowing you too well, knowing you were about to shut them and ruin his view.

“You’re awful wet for someone you had to fake orgasms for,” he comments cruelly, proving his point by digging his thumb into the wet spot on your panties.

He practically shudders at the feel of your slick, in awe by how drenched the material has gotten. It almost has him feeling a little bad for how long it took him to get you up here. Using his thumb to stroke through your folds, teasing you, riling you up even more. Maybe he doesn’t feel all that bad, since your needy reactions make all the wait worth it.

You’re biting into your lower lip to stifle down all the whingey sounds that threaten to slip, you can’t give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Thankfully, he stops touching your pussy but that’s because he’s swapped his focus to unhooking your bra. Shamelessly groping your tits in his large hands, sighing blissfully as he does.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Voice a little strained, jolt going through your body as he pinches your nipples. “That’d be sweeter if you weren’t staring at my tits.”

“I think it’s plenty sweet, considering I was talking to them.” Tongue already hanging from his mouth as he leans down to take your left nipple in.

Gripping his hair automatically as you gasp, insides fluttering at how he’s tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue. Not pulling back until you let out a little moan, his teeth nipping at you as he does. Eyes looking up at you through his lashes, mouth moving to the middle of your chest. Leaving behind soft kisses before sucking a hickey into your skin.

When he does manage to detach himself from you, he’s grabbing your head between his hands. “I got a little distracted,” full kiss pressed to your lips, “let’s have you sit on me, yeah? Just like my precious princess wanted.”

“Why do I feel like you’re not actually going to give me what I want.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

A single hand is in the front of your panties and tugging them down your legs harshly, chucked over his shoulder into some corner of the room. His shirt goes after, like he decided last minute to take it off and you’re grateful for it. His naked torso as enticing as you remember it, the tattoos on his body always managing to arouse you a little more than you expect it to.

He flops onto his back beside you and you let out a shocked laugh, not expecting it. His hand taps at his chest, gesturing for you to get on top of him. A little shakily, you climb onto his lap and he tuts at you. Head shaking softly as he flicks his fingers at you in a ‘come hither’ motion.

“You’re sitting on my face, pretty,” wicked and lecherous smile gracing his features.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly,” eyes unwavering. “You said you wanted to sit on me.”

“I meant—”

“—My dick? I’m aware,” he trails his hands up your legs, digging his fingers into the fat of your thighs. “But I want you on my face so get up here.”

The tone he uses is the one he gives when he’s not interested in continuing the back and forth. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue but even in all your time together this isn’t something you’d done. Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, biting at your lower lip as you gaze down at him.

“Stop being cute,” the way he pinches at your sensitive skin makes you pout. “If you keep me waiting much longer I’ll just pick you up myself.”

“You’re such a perv,” you grumble but shuffle up his body.

His hand slaps lightly at your ass as you make your way to his face, self-satisfied grin already etched onto his features. “Uh huh,” he hums offhandedly.

Once your dripping cunt is hovering over his face he’s well and truly distracted, thumbs reaching under you to part your folds. Eyes glinting in the low light of the room as he consumes you with his eyes. Well and truly pleased with your compliance, with how soaked you are.

Sukuna’s almost convinced he could open his mouth to hang his tongue and you’d drip sinfully sweet onto it. Beads of your delicious slick drooling from your hole and sliding down your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto it. He can feel his dick twitching in his pants at it, almost painful with how it’s pressing into the front of the material. Aching to be freed, throbbing angrily and begging to rip through his jeans.

Your soft voice pulls him back, “Sukuna, what are you—” His eyes meet yours and the look in them has your voice cutting off.

He doesn’t miss the reaction he gets from you, tight hole spasming around nothing. It sets him off, tugging you down onto his face quickly. Tongue already having left his mouth and ready to lap at you obscenely. Revelling in the surprised mewl he gets from you as his wet muscle explores you eagerly. Nudging inside you and he realises it really has been too long if you’re this tight around his tongue.

It's overwhelming, how everywhere he is. You’re trying to pull away, hands on the headboard trying to lift your weight away from him but he damn near growls into your weeping cunt. Moving his arms to lock around your thighs and hold you deathly still as he eats you out from below.

The pleasure thrumming through your body has you melting into a puddle, thighs sliding further apart, getting desperate for more. Sukuna loves it, loves that you’re losing it to the point you’re opening yourself up to him. He likes when you get a little greedy about it, likes seeing you on the edge of tears and begging him for more with your actions.

He’s completely intent on ruining you with his mouth, still holding a bit of a grudge against the shitty comment you made earlier about faking your orgasms. It’s enough to almost make him laugh because he can already tell you’re incredibly close so quickly. You’ve needed this, he can tell. Probably been neglecting your poor pussy, not giving her the loving she really needs.

You feel like you’re vibrating as he just keeps making out with your cunt, feeling so high strung. Aching to grind down into him but stopped short by his strong arms, your hands reach back to claw at his forearms. Sukuna can tell exactly what you want though, loosening his hold just enough so you can lightly rock against him.

Oh, he loves it too, moaning into you as you drag yourself across his tongue. Revelling in how your shyness has left you, instead replaced with need. Warm palms slide from your thighs, up to your hips. Encouraging you to ride him, flattening his tongue for you to slip along.

It’s almost too much, almost. The fight between wanting to move away and to continue grinding down a short one, choosing to keep riding his tongue because you’re just so close. You can taste it on your tongue and Sukuna can taste it on his too. Your little hole twitching in the tell-tale way that lets him know you’re about to completely lose it.

Pace slowing from exertion, legs getting wobbly but he’s not having any of it. Slapping your ass to keep you moving. It jolts through you and shamefully triggers your orgasm. The sweet sting of his large hand smacking your ass to keep you moving is enough to have you choking on whimpers as you cum in his mouth.

There’s an audible gulp from Sukuna drinking your cum, the action obscene and blatant. His foggy eyes locked on yours as he keeps you over his face, even as you try to wiggle off him.

“Kuna, lemme go,” you whine, all blissed out and sensitive.

His head moves to the side and bites down into your plush thigh, enough to leave little indents of his teeth. Tongue laving over it to soothe the slight pain, just to then leave a sucked kiss over the mark. Popping off your thigh with a content expression.

“I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon, don’t be a brat.” Lips quirked up in a knowing smile, “Now, either I’m imagining things, or you just came awful hard on my face.”

Trying again, warning, “Sukuna.”

His eyes roll at you and the way you try chastising him, he’s pretty sure he just told you not to be a brat. Using his strength, he picks you up and places you right on top of his throbbing erection. The warmth of your wet pussy right over where he needs attention the most making him groan.

“You still wanna sit on my dick, pretty? Think you got it in you?” Referencing your shaky legs.

You want to, so bad, you’ve always loved riding him. Grinding down into him while he sits deep inside your walls, tip kissing your cervix as you almost torture him with your leisurely pace, but your legs are weak from straddling him so long and the force of your orgasm.

Sukuna can tell you’re actively fighting with yourself, not sure on what you want and what you can manage. It’s cute, it’s really cute but his patience has worn thin and his cock is about to fucking explode.

“Later then,” he says, rolling and taking you with him. Now looming over you.

He can’t keep his hands to himself, fingers stuffing into your snug cunt. Aiming to open you up for him, you’re all twitchy and soaked. Gripping his fingers and drenching them in your slick and cum, wet eyes flicking down to see where his thick digits are working you open.

“Fuuuck– I forgot what a creamy pussy you got, baby.”

His almost wrecked voice shoots through you, insides convulsing and he of course notices. Eyes brighter and smile wider, crooking his fingers to stroke your g-spot. Scissoring them to open you up that much more, eyes locked on how you’re dribbling down the length of his digits. He’s enjoying himself, having fun toying with your needy pussy.

Doing your best to glare at him but falling short, “Quit– hnn– quit teasing.”

“I’m not teasing,” he definitely is, “I’m trying to make sure you can actually take my dick.”

“I think– hah– I’ll be fine.”

He punishes you by easing another finger inside, pace quickening and fucking you on all three of them. “You’ll be fine?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, horniness outweighing your critical thinking skills. Logically, you know it’s been a while and you know how big he is but, right now, you’re convinced you could take him in one go simply based on how bad you want it.

“One orgasm and you’re already all stupid,” the wet slapping sound of his palm hitting your clit is loud. “Are you about to cum again?”

Nodding your head once more, hands gripping into the bedding below. It feels so fucking good, Sukuna always was able to reach deeper than you ever could. Angling his fingers just right and bullying your g-spot, grinding his palm into your sensitive clit to work you up a little more.

Your hips try to hump down into his hand but he’s using his unoccupied one to press into your lower stomach, holding you still. The pressure only adds to your pleasure, moans tumbling from your lips and eyes rolling back.

“I thought you had to fake it?” He taunts. “Were you telling lies, baby?”

You’re too out of it to give him a real and meaningful response, too involved in the way you’re falling apart on his fingers. Eyelashes wet with your blissed out tears, caught between overstimulation and not enough. A little bit more, a little bit more and you’ll cum again.

And then he stops his movements, fingers stock-still inside your shivering walls. “You gotta answer me.”

Chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, hands reaching out to him, craving him against you. “Kuna, don’t stop.”

“I asked a question,” he lets you paw at him but doesn’t move any closer, waiting for you to admit to lying.

“I lied, okay?” you grumble at him, annoyed that he’s held onto that comment for as long as he has, “I was lying, now can you just please– ah!”

“Good girl,” his pace picks up again, “stupid fucking lie to tell.”

The pleasure is blinding you, working you up a wall and giving you an unfamiliar kind of thrill, “Wait– hng– wait– oh my god.”

He slows down, asking, “You were just whinging at me to keep going and now you want me to wait?”

“Hff– it– hnn– it feels different.”

“Oh?” evil and pleased look on his face, “Just let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”

Fucking his fingers into you in earnest once he realises what’s happening, teeth in his lower lip as he watches you writhe and whimper. Just a little more pressure on your lower stomach, stimulating your cervix and he has you squirting for him.

You’re babbling all stupid, moaning through your incredible high and he’s talking you through it. “There you go! Good job,” he keeps moving his digits, helping you ride the waves of your orgasm, “bet that feels fucking great, huh?” slipping from you slowly before leaning down and kissing your cheek, “You’re adorable, I could eat you.”

Instinctively, you try to close your legs only stopped by him in-between them. He laughs at your reaction. Then he kisses you deep and slow, tender in how he makes out with you in your docile state. Tongue flicking against your own and chest rumbling at how sweet you are.

Own arms wrapping around him and holding him close, wanting the contact, the intimacy. Sukuna’s been so patient, or at least so patient for him but his patience is snapping with how pliant you’re acting, “You ready for more?”

“Yeah,” you’re buzzing in delight and still aching for him, words slurring together a bit, “I want you inside me.”

And he’s off you to pull off his pants and boxers in record time, back between your legs just as quickly. Unable to abandon his teasing that easily though and using the head of his cock to tap against your sopping pussy, humming happily at how you’re jolting with each contact.

“You think you’re gonna squirt for me again?”

You’re growing frustrated, more by his inaction than his words, huffing, “I don’t control that.”

“That’s right, I do.”

Slowly plunging his dick inside your gooey walls, sighing out a moan as he sinks further and further inside you. Inch by delicious inch, he stretches you open and brushes up against every sensitive spot you have. Feeling like you’re one big nerve ending as he takes his time to let your cunt swallow him.

“Ohhh, this pussy missed me,” he groans, head tipping back.

His eyes flick down to glimpse the way he’s fucking into your drooling hole, the softness of your creamy, silken walls have him feeling insane. It might’ve been too long; he might’ve played with you too long because he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last inside you at all. You could ask him to cum for you right now, all saccharine sweet how you used to and he’d do it, he wouldn’t even be able to control it.

Large body collapsing down, pressing himself tight to you as he bottoms out. Keeping you so close, like you might disappear on him if he lets you go for even a second. He’s giving short, quick thrusts, not even willing to pull out of you more than he is.

You feel so unbelievably full and overwhelmed by him, the weight of his cock inside you making your pussy feel hot and the weight of him on top of you making you feel crowded and fuzzy. He smells so good, so familiar. Your legs lock around his waist and he eases a bit more inside your jumpy hole.

The moan that it pulls from him has you dripping impossibly wetter, finding his lips with your own before he can crudely comment on it. He quickly dominates the kiss, deepening it and then pulling back to suck on your tongue. Hips still lightly moving, one particular thrust harsher than the ones before when you lick at his lower lip.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Dick slipping from you as he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach, slamming into you again before you can even whine about the loss. He’s gripping and manoeuvring you by your hips into a mean arch for him, bowing your back by pressing between your shoulder blades.

Hitting so much deeper like this, repeatedly stroking against something devastating inside you. His stride brutal and needy, fucking you like he’ll die if he stops. His hands on your hips tight enough to possibly leave marks for you to get horny over again later.

His name tumbles from your mouth like a prayer, like it’s enough to ground you. So lost in the euphoria of him dicking you down like you’ve so badly needed that you don’t even catch the way he chuckles and coos at you.

Folding over top of you, he talks low, “You’re falling apart aren’t you? Having fun?” his teeth drag along the shell of your ear, “Missed this bad, huh? Could’ve had it the whole time, baby.”

You try to grumble at him but your voice cracks all pitiful and broken, moans replacing whatever annoyed sound you almost made. “Hng– Mean– hff—” is all you can manage.

“I tease you because I love you,” he returns. Tucking his face into your neck and sucking a dark hickey into your skin.

You’re unintentionally clenching around him at his second confession of the night, when you’ve come down from how good this feels you’re going to be pissed that he’s only said that while balls deep but right now it’s only adding to everything. Hips bucking back to meet every one of his thrusts, the sounds of his pelvis smacking your ass bouncing off the walls of the room. No doubt he’ll be getting a very frustrated noise complaint from the neighbours, one that’ll he’ll ignore.

Sukuna is half-way convinced he’s having an incredibly vivid dream because you feel heavenly wrapped around his dick. You’ve been away from him for so long that he’s not even sure you’re really here, but the way you’re whimpering and pulling tighter around him tells him you’re all too real. You’re really here and he gets to tell you he loves you and shove your hole full of him and hold you tight.

He's reaching under you to pull you up and back, forcing you onto your knees as your back rests against his front. Large hands fondling your tits as he keeps driving into you, “You left me for too long, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Teeth dragging along your neck, sucking, and licking, and biting, marking you. Leaving behind so much evidence of just how well he’s fucked you, desperate to have your body remembering him after tonight. It’d pulled at his heart that you don’t remember the shape of him anymore, that he’d had to work you open all over again. Though, he certainly had a lot of fun doing so.

“Kuna,” you whine, “I’m– hnn– I’m gonna—”

“—Yeah, go ahead,” he pinches at your nipples, “Soak my dick, pretty.”

Like he’d given you permission, you cum all over his cock. The urge to fold forward hitting you but he’s holding you back against him. Chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch how he’s pounding into you.

“Ah, you squirted again for me,” his chest rumbles, pleased, “doing so– hng– so fantastic for me, baby.” One hand leads down to your lower stomach, pressing right over where his cock hits the deepest part of you, “You want it inside?”

Eyed lidded low and fluttering, “Yes… please.”

“Yeah, knew you would,” he smirks.

Indulging in how your warmth has completely engulfed him, so much wetter with your squirt. Needy pussy lovingly clinging to him and sucking him back in lewdly, it’s enough to have him cumming at the thought alone. The reality is so much better, even better yet how he’s coating your inner walls in his seed. Dumping his heavy load into your womb, fucking it all deep inside you.

He's cum so much it’s leaking back down the base of him, a filthy mess between your legs. “Took it so well,” he comments, grabbing your face and pulling you back to press a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You feel out of it, floating on cloud nine from how much pleasure he’d just delivered your body. All twitchy and blissed out from your multiple orgasms, the warmth of his cum inside you adding to it all. His hands are soft on you as he carefully lays you down, gentler than he usually is.

“Join me in the shower?” he asks but it doesn’t sound much like a question.

Standing feels like a monumental task right now, “Can’t.”

“Drama queen,” his eyes roll but he’s picking you up and walking you into the bathroom with him. He places you on the bench while he turns on the shower, turning back to you while he waits for it to heat up. “That’s a good sight,” he grins. Eyes carefully trained on how his cum is dripping from your hole.

You shakily close your legs off to him, “Don’t be gross.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” lifting you again so he can wash you in the shower.

Few words are spoken as he works soap all over your soft skin, attentive in how he cleans you. The shower is warm and the perfect temperature, only adding to the relaxation running through your bones. He keeps you close and treats you like you might break and in your hazy state, you almost forget that you’re not together anymore.  

But you’re not and you have to actively remind yourself that there’s a reason for that, that just because he’s treating you well right now… doesn’t mean it wouldn’t all go back to being exactly how it was before. It’s not the first time he’s temporarily changed for you and you can’t go through that again.  

Once you’re out the shower, Sukuna disposes of the dirty bed spread and tucks you in with him. His big body pressed to yours and making you feel so safe. It’s the best sleep you have in a while but when he wakes up in the morning, you won’t be there.

𝒂ﾉ𝒏. it's done ! thanks for reading and i hope you guys liked it ! it wasn't super long because it was supposed to be a short little thing but i got carried away with the smut a little teehee. also first sukuna fic !!! how'd i do ??,, i find i have fun writing him even if he is a ooc ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[kashun]

━━━ HIS LOVE LANGUAGE WAS FLORAL.

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ sukuna spends six months confessing his love through flowers and their hidden meanings, only to realize you’d kept every single one without ever knowing why he gave them to you.

✿ ◞◟) ryomen sukuna 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff, college!au, nerd flower!sukuna, yearning, acts of service as love language, friends to lovers, idiots in love, a lots of flower symbolism / hanakotoba, hand holding, kiss, sukuna is blushing!!, secretly romantic sukuna.

the campus greenhouse had always been sukuna's favorite place, which was something most people wouldn't expect if they only knew him from his reputation.

people only saw the sharp jawline, the permanent furrow between sukuna’s brows, the way his broad shoulders seemed to take up more space than any one person deserved. they heard his dry humor, his quick wit, the way he could cut someone down with nothing more than a glance and a few carefully chosen words. they didn't see him here, elbows braced against a worn wooden table, fingers gently tracing the petal of a peony like he was handling something sacred.

you watched him from across the table, chin propped in your palm, half-listening to the lecture he'd launched into about fifteen minutes ago; something about victorian flower language, about the way people used to say things they couldn't speak aloud through carefully arranged bouquets.

sukuna’s voice was lower than usual here, way softer, as if the greenhouse demanded a certain reverence that even ryomen sukuna couldn't ignore.

"—and the thing is," sukuna said, gesturing with the hand that wasn't currently cradling a potted orchid. "people think it's all just romantic bullshit, but it's not. it's practical, really. a way of communicating when the words won't come out right."

sukuna’s tattoos shifted when he moved, those dark lines that crawled up his forearms and disappeared beneath his sleeves. you'd always liked that about sukuna; the way the boy never bothered to hide them even when professors gave him pointed looks on the first day of classes.

he was all sharp edges and hard lines, but then he'd show up at your apartment with a sprig of lavender tucked behind his ear like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"you're not listening," sukuna said, but there was no accusation in it, just a statement of fact, accompanied by the faintest quirk of his lips.

"i am," you lied, sitting up straighter. "you were talking about... flowers saying things."

his eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

"i was talking about specific meanings. symbolic language. there's a difference."

sukuna set down the orchid and reached for another pot, something small with delicate white blooms that you didn't recognize. his fingers were careful, deliberate, the same way they were when he rolled a cigarette or tied his shoelaces or did anything that required even the slightest bit of precision.

it was hard to reconcile this version of sukuna with the one who'd shoved his way through a crowd last week just to get to the front of the coffee shop line, all elbows and impatience and barely concealed irritation.

"this one," sukuna said, holding the pot up so you could see. "is stephanotis. it means marital happiness, but also a willingness to be led. which is stupid, honestly, because why the hell would anyone want to be led anywhere? but the victorians were weird about a lot of things."

you laughed, and something in his expression softened just enough that you almost missed it.

sukuna had been leaving you flowers for months now.

not in a romantic way, or at least you'd assumed it wasn't romantic because this was sukuna, and sukuna didn't do romance. he did late-night study sessions that turned into ordering pizza at two in the morning. he did stealing your clothes and pretending he hadn't noticed they were yours. he did showing up at your door with a single yellow tulip tucked behind his ear and then plucking it out to hand to you like it was nothing, like he hadn't just walked across campus with a flower in his hair and dared anyone to say something about it.

you'd kept all of them, pressed between the pages of textbooks you never opened anymore, tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror, dried and hanging from string tacked to your bedroom wall. there was something about the way he gave them to you; casual and offhand, like he'd just happened to find them and thought of you.

but sukuna never said why, he never explained the meaning behind any of them.

well, until now.

"so then you've got your roses, obviously," sukuna continued, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

the movement pulled his t-shirt taut across his shoulders, and you looked away before he could catch you staring.

"red for love, white for purity, yellow for friendship. but that's way too simple. anyone knows that. the real interesting stuff is the obscure ones."

the afternoon light filtered through the greenhouse glass, casting everything in a warm, golden, and beautiful haze. dust motes drifted between the two of you, slow and lazy, and a bee hummed somewhere in the corner, drunk on something sweet and pink that you couldn't name.

sukuna's voice washed over you like honey, and you found yourself sinking into it despite your best efforts to stay alert.

"like gardenias," he said, and your heart did something strange in your chest because he'd given you gardenias. three weeks ago, tucked into a mason jar on your desk after a particularly brutal exam week. you'd thought they were just pretty. "they mean secret love. the kind that can't be spoken aloud. which is dramatic as hell, but victorians loved drama almost as much as they loved repressed emotions."

he said it like a joke, like he was mocking the very concept, but his fingers had gone still on the table with no fidgeting, no gesturing; just stillness, and the way his gaze darted away from yours for a fraction of a second before snapping back.

you thought about the gardenias, pressed between pages 87 and 88 of your ancient history textbook, still faintly fragrant when you opened them.

"and peonies," sukuna went on, reaching for the plant he'd been touching earlier. "they've got a few meanings. shame, anger, but also romance and prosperity. it depends on the context, really. the victorians loved context, too."

a little pause.

"mostly, though, they symbolize a happy marriage. or a wish for one, anyway."

sukuna had given you peonies on your birthday. a whole bouquet of them, pink and lush and ridiculous, shoved into your arms with a gruff 'happy birthday, idiot' before he'd disappeared into the kitchen to make you dinner. you'd cried a little, though you'd blamed it on allergies.

your throat felt tight now, but you weren't sure why.

"basil is hatred," sukuna said, ticking off on his fingers now, counting down some internal list. "which is funny because it's also a cooking herb, so who knows what that says about italian grandmothers. ivy means fidelity. rosemary is remembrance. lavender is devotion, but also distrust, because again, context matters."

lavender. he'd left a sprig of lavender on your pillow last month after you'd fallen asleep on his couch.

you'd woken up to the smell of it, and to sukuna making coffee in the kitchen, humming something tuneless under his breath. you'd kept it tucked behind your ear for the rest of the day, and he'd looked at you differently after that; softer, maybe. or maybe you'd imagined it.

"what about camellias?" you asked, and sukuna’s hand paused mid-gesture.

your voice sounded strange to your own ears, thin in a way that had nothing to do with volume and everything to do with the way your heart was suddenly trying to escape your ribcage. because he'd given you camellias too. pink ones, tied with a bit of twine, left in your backpack after a study session two months ago. you'd found them while looking for a pen and spent the rest of the night trying not to overthink it.

sukuna's jaw tightened for just a fraction, just for a second, but you saw it because you were looking, because you were always looking, even when you told yourself not to.

"camellias," sukuna repeated, and the word came out rougher than the others. he cleared his throat. "they mean... longing. desire, mostly. but specifically the kind that's acknowledged and accepted. not secret like gardenias, not hopeful like peonies. just... wanted."

the silence that followed was heavy and thick with something unspoken. a bee buzzed, a leaf drifted down from one of the hanging plants, landing softly on the table between the two of you like a tiny green question mark.

you thought about all of it.

the tulips and the lavender, the gardenias and the peonies, the camellias and the stephanotis sukuna had given you just last week, white and fragile and tucked into your coat pocket. you thought about the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his voice softened when he said your name, the way he always, always made sure you ate even when you forgot, even when you were too tired or too stressed or too something to take care of yourself.

you thought about the yellow tulips he'd given you first, and what he'd just said about them meaning friendship, and how maybe that had been the beginning. maybe sukuna had started there on purpose, testing the waters, seeing if you'd accept something small and simple before moving on to gardenias and secrets and things left unsaid.

"why are you telling me this?" you asked, and your voice barely trembled at all.

sukuna's eyes met yours, and for once, there was nothing sharp in them. there was no challenge, no defense, no carefully constructed walls. there was just him, just ryomen sukuna, the biggest flower nerd you'd ever met with his flower meanings and his pressed specimens and his soft spot for things that grew from the dirt.

"because," sukuna said, and his ears were turning pink, actually pink, the color creeping down his neck and disappearing beneath his collar. "i've been leaving you flowers for six months, and you haven't said a single word about it. and i thought maybe you didn't know what they meant, and i couldn't decide if that was better or worse than you knowing and not saying anything anyway."

sukuna's hands were shaking slightly.

you'd never seen sukuna's hands shake before, not once in all the years you'd known him. he was always so steady, so sure, so infuriatingly composed, but now, his fingers were curled into loose fists on the table, and the faint tremor in them made something ache behind your sternum.

"so which is it?" sukuna asked, and his voice cracked on the last word. just a little. just enough. "did you know?"

you thought about the gardenias pressed in your textbook, the lavender behind your ear, the peonies on your birthday, the camellias in your backpack. you thought about the way you'd told yourself it didn't mean anything at all, that sukuna wasn't capable of meaning anything, that this was just something the boy did because he was strange like that and unpredictable and full of contradictions.

you thought about how badly you'd wanted to be wrong.

"i didn't know," you said, and something in sukuna's expression flickered, dimmed.

you reached across the table before he could pull away, before sukuna could retreat back behind whatever wall he was scrambling to rebuild. your fingers brushed his knuckles softly, and he went very, very still.

"i didn't know the meanings. but i kept all of them. every single one. they're in my apartment, sukuna. pressed into my textbooks and taped to my walls and stuffed into my jewelry box. i've been sleeping with lavender under my pillow for three weeks because i didn't want to lose the scent."

sukuna's breath caught; you heard it, the tiny hitch that he tried to disguise as a cough.

"that's—" sukuna started, but stopped, and then he swallowed. his throat worked around words that didn't seem to want to come out. "that's really fucking weird, actually. keeping flowers for months."

"you're one to talk," you said, and your lips curved into a smile that felt wobbly and fragile and too big for your face. "you're the one who gave them to me."

"yeah, well." his ears were still pink, spreading now to his cheekbones, and you'd never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life. "i'm in love with you, so it's different."

the words hung in the air between you, simple and devastating. there was no fanfare, and no dramatic pause, simply sukuna being sukuna, saying the thing he'd probably been trying to say for six months through petals and stems and carefully chosen blooms.

"you could have just told me," you said, and your voice was shaking now, but so were your hands, and so was he, so it didn't really matter.

"where's the fun in that?" he asked, but his voice was rough, and his eyes were bright, and when you squeezed his fingers, he squeezed back like he was afraid you'd disappear.

outside the greenhouse windows, the afternoon was fading into evening, gold bleeding into amber bleeding into the soft purple of early dusk. the bee had gone quiet, the leaves had stopped drifting, and the only sound was your breathing and his, mingling in the warm, humid air.

"i'm in love with you too," you said.

because it was true, because it had probably been true for longer than you wanted to admit, because sukuna was a nightmare and a softy and the biggest flower nerd you'd ever met, and you'd spent six months tucking his gifts between the pages of your life like pressed flowers of your own.

sukuna closed his eyes just for a moment, just long enough for you to see the way his shoulders dropped, the tension draining out of him like water from a cracked vase. when he opened them again, sukuna was smiling. a real smile, not the sharp-edged thing he showed the rest of the world, but something small and private and almost shy.

"good," sukuna said, and then, quieter; "i have more at my apartment. flowers, i mean. i was going to give them to you tomorrow, but—" he shrugged, one shoulder lifting and falling. "seems like a waste to wait."

your heart turned over in your chest, sweet like honey.

"show me," you said, and when he stood up and offered you his hand, you took it without hesitation.

sukuna’s palm was warm against yours, calloused from god knows what, steady now that the worst part was over.

he led you out of the greenhouse and into the cooling evening, and neither of you let go, not even when the campus paths grew busy with other students, not even when someone whistled and sukuna flipped them off with his free hand, not even when you reached sukuna’s apartment and he had to fumble for his keys because he simply didn't want to release you long enough to find them.

his apartment smelled like him, like cedar and something floral you couldn't name.

there were flowers everywhere — on the kitchen counter, on the windowsill, in a vase on the coffee table that was definitely too small for the arrangement it held. you spotted roses and tulips and something dark purple you didn't recognize, and sukuna followed your gaze and went pink again.

"i might have gone overboard," sukuma admitted, finally letting go of your hand so he could gesture vaguely at the chaos. "i wasn't sure which ones you'd like best, so i just kind of... got all of them."

you walked over to the windowsill, running your finger along the edge of a potted plant you didn't recognize. it was green and leafy, unassuming, nothing like the showy blooms scattered around the room.

"what's this one?" you asked, turning back to look at him.

sukuna was standing in the middle of his own living room like he'd never seen it before, like he was seeing it through your eyes and finding it lacking. he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture you'd never seen him make, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a murmur.

"basil," he said. "it means hatred, remember? i got it as a joke. thought it would be funny to have something that meant the opposite of everything else."

you laughed, and the sound seemed to break something loose in sukuna. he crossed the room in three long strides and stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at his face.

"i meant it, you know," sukuna said, and his hands hovered near your waist like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch. "every flower. every single one. i meant all of it."

"i know," you said, and you reached up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the slight roughness of his jaw beneath your palms. "i know now."

he kissed you then, soft and careful, like you were something precious he was afraid of breaking. his lips tasted like coffee and something sweet, and his hands finally settled on your hips, and the basil sat on the windowsill behind you, tiny and green and full of meaning.

when you pulled back, sukuna’s eyes were closed, his lashes dark against his flushed cheeks. he looked sweeter like this, softer, like all the sharp edges had been sanded away by the simple fact of being wanted back.

"i'm still mad you didn't look up the meanings," he said without opening his eyes. "six months. i could have just told you in the first week and saved myself a lot of anxiety."

"but then i wouldn't have gotten the flowers," you pointed out, and sukuna snorted, and you felt the vibration of it all the way down to your bones.

"i would have given you the flowers anyway," he said, finally opening his eyes. they were darker than usual, soft with something you were learning to recognize. "i probably would have given you flowers even if you'd laughed in my face. it's a problem, really. my therapist would have a field day."

you laughed again, and sukuna smiled again, and the evening stretched out before you both, full of possibility and pressed flowers and the quiet understanding that some things didn't need to be spoken aloud to be true.

but it didn't hurt, you thought, as sukuna pulled you toward his couch and wrapped his arms around you like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it.

it didn't hurt to say them anyway.

masterlist.

[satomiu]

꒰ 𓈒 ׁ ︎ ︎ ✿　GOOD @ GOODBYES ! ㅅ `͈ 𓏼 )ა first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna　　ac. su2kuna ಎ ⎯⎯ 　✉️　awky ⨍ reader　　2.2k

the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.

he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.

and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.

simple. intimate. perfect for you.

a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.

and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.

because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.

which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.

“oi.”

you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.

yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.

“. . . what?”

he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”

your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.

lip gloss.

receipt.

wires.

a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?

everything but your keys.

normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—

“you regret comin’ out with me?”

oh . . . 

for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.

“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.

sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.

“you heard me.”

your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.

his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.

“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta my moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”

“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”

“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”

well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.

“well, no! i just—”　　 what an insufferable man. 　　“i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”

“just nervous.”

“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? “you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”

your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.

sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.

“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”

you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”

sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.

“your call.”

and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.

“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.

“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”

“platonically,” you added after a moment.

. . .

his brows lifted slowly.

“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”

“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”

“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”

“that too.”

silence.

then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.

“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”

your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”

he kept walking.

not far. just enough to be annoying.

“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”

a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”

your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”

his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”

“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.

his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.

before you could overthink, your lips meet his.

it’s quick. chaste. shy even.

his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.

he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.

you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.

your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—

“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”

you pant, “what does that even mean?”

his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.

the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.

a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.

yeah. annoyingly cute.

“why’re you always askin’ obvious questions?”

“because youre always saying weird things,” you huff, “and you’re annoying.”

he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”

you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.

except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.

his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.

you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.

it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.

the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.

then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.

“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.

he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”

“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.

your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.

“here.”

you pause.

and there they were.

your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.

“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”

he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”

you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”

his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”

you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.

“…thanks,” you mutter.

“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”

and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.

you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .

“you alright?”

“yes.”

“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”

“i know!” you shoot back immediately.

the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.

“ okay . . . ” you hummed.

“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.

but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.

despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.

you liked it.

you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.

“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.

except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.

“fuck—”

you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”

and then, you’re gone.

the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.

outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.

“…yeah,” he murmurs to himself. “that tracks.”

self indulgent, reader is just me 🤣

[megansmoaning]

sukuna x reader

jealousy, jealousy

synopsis: sukuna can't handle you talking to other guys since you started being friends with benefits....so you lowkey get manhandled

cw: MDNI 18+, jjk oneshot, frat!kuna, non-curse/college au, plot smut, harsh language, edging, sexual tension, degration + praise, unprotected, rough sex word count: 3.2k

"Do you promise not to be a jerk today?" you ask him for the last time. He nods, sipping on his drink.

Now, you and Sukuna have been pretty good friends with benefits for about a month. And it was going great, just casual sex to relieve the all in all stress from college. Most of the time, it was quick and happened suddenly - usually in storage closets. Meaningless, unplanned and -

boring.

But in the entirety of this week, he just hasn't been able to handle you talking to guys. Any guy.

It's turned into a problem since you can't even talk to professors or let alone your male colleagues without his glowing eyes burning holes to you. It's even gotten to a point where he starts grabbing you by your waist in public and being passive aggressive towards any guy who interacts with you. Even your close friends.

Sukuna has always been someone who was quite laid-back - fucking different girls every week, getting their hopes up, then leaving them when he got bored.

But with you, it's quite different. He can't quite understand it himself. Possession and seething jealousy were emotions that weren't unfamiliar to him - but to feel it this strong was.

So, to relieve the tension, you decided to take a break from the benefits for the past couple of days. However, it actually just multiplied the fucking tension.

"Finally, we get to go to a party after sooooo fucking long!" Gojo exclaims taking a pre-game shot which was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later on.

"Yesssssss finally" Geto says, equally as lit as Gojo apparently - whilst Shoko just silently smoked a cigarette on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the soon-to-be disaster in front of her.

Almost all the time, everyone came over to you and Shoko's place to pre-game before heading out - which was the reward after the horrible finals week you all just had.

"Alright, let's leave guys" you say taking a shot yourself and checking your phone. All the while, Sukuna is just staring down at all your movements. Analysing you.

Since you started the break, it's been nothing but torture for him. Hearing you call his name and how you felt around him were the only things captivating his ever-loving mind.

He's checked you out at least a 100 times since you came out of your room.

And of course, you made sure to put the sluttiest fit you owned.

"Alright, it's at apartment 204, c'mon" you say and everyone starts heading to the door.

But Sukuna grabs you by your arm, slightly rough.

"You know what you're doing with that fucking fit on" he almost seethes through his teeth. You scoff at his cockiness.

"Yeah, I know 'kuna" you only ever said his nickname while he was mid-fucking the soul out of you, so this definitely struck a nerve.

His eyes widen. Like he couldn't believe how you were behaving. He grins with his tongue against his cheek, chuckling at your audacity. He unhands your arm.

"You'll miss the party" he says low, putting his hands in his pockets.

The two of you stare at each other for a good few seconds.

Heartbeat pacing at your throat. Unstable breathing. You inch closer to each other. The familiar smell of his cologne putting you in a daze.

His lips part just a little, and so does yours. You notice the silver lip piercing he got recently. Yes, it is great to make out with.

His chest is rising up and down behind his black shirt. He grunts - no, growls. His jaw clenching from trying to control himself.

Your eyes leave his lips, looking into his now. His eyes closed, breathing heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

"Leave." he says slow. He wasn't asking.

You obeyed, walking backwards to the door trying to hide the smile on your face.

...

At the house party, the right music was blasting and drinks were definitely flowing. During the first half hour, Sukuna and you didn't speak a word to each other, to which Gojo obviously started asking about since he can't read the room.

Sukuna gave him one-word answers that only made him question it more. And out of frustration, he just shut down the whole conversation in one loud shut the fuck up.

But after a while, you, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were up and dancing till your feet hurt, taking shots and singing the songs so loud it scared half of the other people on the dance floor.

Every now and then, you turned to look at Sukuna, who was most of the time either flirting with just another freshman or his frat buddies.

But he never failed to stare you down through hooded eyes every time he took a sip. Admiring your body in your fit and how you were the life of the party, clearly.

"Y/N?" one of your friends from class calls out to you, slurring.

"Oh! heyyyyyy" you say going over to talk to him, hugging before asking him how his new modules were since you hadn't seen him in so long.

Of course, this aggravated the pink-haired man in the corner.

You continue talking to your friend, actually inching closer to him just to piss Sukuna off. It was quite fun, teasing him. Not for him though.

He crushes the empty cup he just had in his hand, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth just might break. He saw the way you spoke to him, giggling every now and then, and touching his shoulder. He couldn't help but have cusses replaying in his head looking at your friend.

The music gets louder so you obviously can't hear what he's saying, so you move your ear towards his mouth to hear him better. Not the only reason obviously.

He inches closer too, checking you out and nodding to what you were saying, your outfit clearly distracting him.

Sukuna snapped.

You felt a known hand on your waist. Gripping onto it like he'd been waiting his whole life to.

"Hey, you're Ino yeah?" he asked a bit too harsh for someone he just met.

"Uhh...yeah?" he responded kind of worried about Sukuna's presence and clear authority he was trying to emit.

You push Sukuna aside, causing him to slightly gasp.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit too drunk, I think," you say playfully, shrugging your shoulders. You knew what this did to him. You knew it angered him. But that's what you were aiming for.

"You were saying, Ino?"

"Oh yeah, the new professor for software engineering is so annoying he's always aski-"

"Would you excuse us?" a low voice cuts him off. No 'please'.

It looked like he was fuming through his breathing, eyes visibly wide and peering at Ino, who was now clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure, I gotta get another drink anyways" he laughs nervously, checking you out one last time before walking away. Sukuna tensed up.

"C'mon" he says ushering you upstairs to where he banged on doors until he found one which was empty.

He held onto your hand along the way, completely ignoring Geto calling out your name and asking you to come back to the dance floor.

"Sukuna- slow down" you whined as he dragged you along.

The grip he had on your hand was tightening the more rooms he found occupied, until finally, the last door on the hallway had no response to his knocking. He practically broke through the door, swinging you in with him, to the point your back hit the wall next to you. The muffled music and geto calling out to you fading away.

He doesn't miss a moment, caging you in with his large arms, closing his eyes to once again calm himself before talking. Something he's had to practice ever since you came to your agreement.

"Are you aware-" he says gritting his teeth, you thought it was going to chip off "-of what you're doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" you grin close to his lips, his piercing brushing against your skin.

He sighs irritated, his minty breath moving the fabric of your fit, as his head drooped down, his pink locks of hair brushing against your chin.

"You're going around talking to guys like a slut," he says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear "how unlike you"

"Like a slut!? I'm just talking to them!" you revoke.

"You're not just talking to them"

"Yes I am! I was literally asking him about his modules like a normal person. Plus why on earth do you give a f-"

"I want you to tell me that the stupid fucking break we have is over” he retorts. You stop.

He's not even looking at you, and everything he's saying is in low tones. You can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you.

Sukuna didn't really care for a lot of things, but one thing was clear about him. He was a man of his word. But this was the toughest most agonising word he's had to keep.

"Or wha-" you put your hand to his face, but he catches it instantly.

"Don't play dumb with me" he snaps, lifting his head up, now towering over you.

"I-" he shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath "need you to tell me, Y/N"

You examined his face, his body almost shaking with rage coursing through him. The best he's done controlling it. A man who lashes out on everyone - even for the slightest things - had a soft spot for you.

"Fine" you say, leaning in to which his hand abrupbtly stops you, blatantly wrapping around your neck, your back hitting the wall once again. Not the first time.

"Fine isn't gonna cut it, Y/N" he commands, adding pressure to your neck just slightly.

"It- It's off" you say, "The break is off- it’s done" looking up at him with dangerous doe-eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, eagerly waiting. You inch your face up so his lip ring touches yours. He lets out a shaky exhale.

"Fuck's sake"

His hands are on you urgently, lifting you up effortlessly and pinning you to the wall. His kisses were never gentle. They were hungry. Passionate. It almost always turned into a make out in the matter of seconds. But never this aggressive.

"You thought you could come dressed like that,"

He gripped onto your ass keeping you steady on the wall while he bit and snipped at your neck, leaving marks you definitely had to cover again.

"And expect me to act normal?" he murmurs against your neck.

You moaned when he nibbled right where you wanted, causing you to throw your head back.

You felt him move you to the bed, as he sat down and you straddled his lap.

"Take this off" he tugs at your outfit, his cold piercing tugging at your lip, at the sheer force of his tongue enveloping your mouth.

It was all just teeth, grunts and spit as he kissed you, tongue almost reaching the back of your throat. His hands are big and rough against your skin, holding you closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

You're trying to take off your top, but he beats you to it. He yanks it off you, ripping a part of it, but you and him couldn't care less. Of course you had no bra on. He admires you just for a split second before he's back to humiliating you.

You try riding your hips on the hardness behind his jeans, but he stops you with his hands. He pulls away, smirking at your whimpers. While his hands stay on your hips, he moves his thumb to the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Actin' all tough, now what?" he laughs in your face, teasing your wetness, and rubbing your clit through the cloth. You breath into his mouth, and move your hips to his hand.

"Such a needy girl aren't you?"

"Kuna, you-" he presses your clit harder, moving it in a circular motion - the friction from the cloth stimulating you just enough.

"Yeah?" he never stopped grinning, enjoying the state you're in.

"You can't- jus- just get jealo-"

He slips two fingers in.

"Shit"

"Hm?" he asks "didn't quite catch that"

"I said-" another moan. Obscene sounds of your slickness fill the room as he continues thrusting his fingers, chasing your high.

"Mhm?" he's mocking you.

"you're breakin- the- the rules of our agreem- mm"

Your breath hitches. More thrusts. Lip ring brushing against your teeth.

"Spit it out, c'mon". He curves his fingers.

"ugh god- agreement" you say so loud you think the other room heard you. The grip on his shoulders definitely creating scratches.

He stops, retracting his fingers, holding your hips steady to stop your pathetic riding. He repeats the word agreement, as if you just insulted him.

"I'm aware"

–he snarls against your lips before flipping you over so he hovered over you. He basically yanks your underwear off, so restless it’s dangling from your foot.

"But here's the thing," his voice is so low it's vibrating off the walls. He stands up to look at you.

You lay bare in front of him, legs spread wide. Again, not the first time.

"I'm also aware," He scans your whole body. Slowly. "That the little whore you are,–"

Eyes lingering between your legs, now completely slick almost dripping wet from the edging he just put you through. You try to close your legs out of slight embarrassment but he stops you with his knee.

"–actually likes this."

He starts unbuttoning his shirt at an excruciating pace, taking it off to reveal his tatted marks across his entire carefully sculpted body.

"You want me to break these dumbass rules you've put in our little 'agreement', huh?" He's still breathing heavy as he continues to take off his belt.

"You just want me angry, don't you?" he's gritting his teeth, throwing the belt to the floor.

"And you," he's unbuttoning his jeans "You want me fuckin' you like a slut, cause you actually like it" he says it like it’s some big epiphany.

"God, you can have such an ego". You knew it only got him angrier. He scoffs.

"Yet you don't disagree, hm?"

You don't.

His boxers are barely holding in his fat cock, as he springs it out for you to look at. You can't help but stare, veins dragging from his v-line fading away at his pink tip, already full and slick from pre-cum. You're almost drooling at the thought of him pounding in you.

Without wasting a minute, he takes your hands and pins it above you with one hand, the other holding his cock.

You tried adjusting yourself, but he clicks his tongue in annoyance when you do.

"I can't believe it" his tone is seething irony. He drags his blunt tip across your wet slit, teasing you while your whimpers turned into a whine as his hold on your wrists pressed into the mattress.

"You're far more worse than I thought" Such fake tender whispers.

He pushes in slow, stretching you wide till your gasps dissolved into a moan.

"Hm, cute" He doesn't even let you conform to him before he starts pounding into you in a reckless, practiced rhythm. The filthy sounds of him thrusting cockily into you are so loud, anyone outside the door could hear.

"Shu- shut up" You're completely helpless, fluttering around his length trying to keep up, tits bouncing to his treacherous momentum- moaning shamelessly.

"Hmm so loud for someone fucking their friend"

"Let- let me to touch you" you beg, mind completely foggy and spinning, hair rubbing against the sheets below you.

"Oh, is that in the agreement?" he seethes "Or have you already forgotten all about it?"

You can't even respond when his hips are slamming into you, dragging against every sensitive ridge in you, thrusting into just the right spot. So vulgar you've got your legs wrapping around him and trying to grab onto any bit of fabric from the sheets.

"Tch- this won't do"

He stops, flipping you around with ease, your body hits the mattress with force, face muffling in the sheets. You try to prop yourself up with your hands, but as always, he beats you to it - fisting his hand in your hair and lifting you up - sliding his cock right back in.

He pulls you up with nothing but your hair, a couple of strands breaking off from his roughness. His wicked smirk is right at your ear, mocking tender caresses on your ass while your gasping for air.

"You can take it, right?" such a gentle tone for someone ripping your hair out.

You've stopped responding, since your throat is only emitting vulgar filthy sounds from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Speak"

"Ye- Yes"

"Say it, c'mon"

"Yes kuna, f- fuck" you cry out.

He lets go of your hair, colliding back onto the soft sheets. He clutches onto your hips, and continues his violent pace. The pain is shooting straight up your core as he's sliding in and out of you mercilessly, your ass colliding with his hips.

"Look at you, taking it sooo well like a goooood girl". Such ridicule.

He nearly folds you in half when he somehow manages to go in more, only building the heavy feeling in your lower stomach. Your eyes are rolled back and shedding tears from the torment he's putting you through. But you fucking loved it.

His hold on your hips is so strong to keep up his tempo, it's bruising you. But he shifts, when one hand slips to your throat, choking you as he pulled you up to go deeper.

"Fuck kuna" you're screaming while he's going so much faster. So much harder. So brutally fucking you.

"C'mon, cum for me like you always do" his voice is shaking too while he's chasing his own high, choking your throat and biting down your neck, trying not to break at the way you're squeezing around him so filthy. So perfect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he's repeating with every thrust against your marked skin as he just keeps going. Your moans are cries as you clench around him one last time, hand reaching for the back of his head - to which he doesn't even care for anymore. Gushing dripping cum down him as he simultaneously spills into you, lips leaving your neck as he sighs.

The sound of muffled party music was the only thing you could hear now, along with ragged long breaths trying to get ahold of yourselves. His hold on your hips and throat shifted to your waist, holding you so gentle for someone who just fucked the living shit out of you.

You rest your whole body on his strong build, completely exhausted, the smell of sweat and perfume mixing with your dazed senses.

He lets out a deep exhale, and so do you. He's about to say something but you stop him.

"Yeah, I do like it"

"Hm?" he asks confused, equally as tired, breathing into your neck and leaving a little kiss on your collarbone. However reckless he was, he never failed to be soft to you afterwards.

"I like making you mad" you giggle a little between the uneven breaths. And so does he.

"I'm aware"

You turn around to him, giving him one last kiss before you hear a slurring voice at the door.

"So uhh, either someone broke in or y'all fucking"

"Shut the fuck up Satoru"

...

a/n: i yearn to be manhandled by a hot demon curse ... bit of a long one for you sexies, hope you like it baby ahahah i love you

[loovergurl]

i'm literally a whore for sukuna fics

[mrsblaileen]

free use bsf!sukuna gets annoyed when you touch yourself. fem!reader, nsfw 18+ mdni drabble. mlist

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You didn’t know what the dream was even about, recalling only the disembodied tangle of limbs and a slick warmth blooming low and hot in your belly.

All you did know when you were finally tugged back into consciousness was that you were panting, sharp humid breaths huffed into the crook of your drool slathered arm, and that you were soaked.

“Shit…” you cursed, whisper barely audible in the silent room.

Still drunk with sleep, you shifted, shoving an arm unceremoniously between the heat of your body and the couch cushions below, teasing downward until your fingers hit their target, and your eyes rolled behind fluttering lashes.

You grinded slowly, sinking back into that delicious fuzzy heat - listening to your own stuttered breaths and the crinkle of leather beneath you. Each creak sounded deafening in the still silence of night, and your pulse jumped with the shame of what you were doing and the vague memory of where you were.

Not that it stopped you, or did anything to cool the white-hot lust swirling in your belly. No, it only made you bite your forearm pitifully, a vein attempt to muffle the desperate little noises slipping free.

“Brat.”

Now that gave you pause.

You lay frozen in the dark, blinking wildly at the shadowed bulk on the couch opposite you, trembling hand still tucked into your slick panties. Maybe you’d imagined it, the gruff, familiar voice of your best friend curling out from the darkness.

But Sukuna wasn’t stupid, it wouldn’t have taken a detective to figure out what you were doing. Not with all the frantic breathing and the half muffled moans barely caught by the damp fabric of your pillow.

“Sorry,” you swallowed a thick, dry breath before you continued, “just needed to… uh…”

The lump on the sofa across from you began to shift, and you realised as your eyes slowly adjusted that he was rising to his feet, slipping free from the sheets with a low groan and a few muted cracks.

You followed suit, pulling yourself to your elbows before a sharp and disappointed tut made you stop.

“Stay where you are,” came the short command, “don’t move.”

After a moment of pause, you acquiesced and settled back onto your belly, arms outstretched to clutch your pillow beneath your chin.

Sukuna approached without another word, a broad shadow eclipsing your vision until you felt the delicate thrum of fingers dancing along your lower back.

“Hips up.”

Your pulse raced, that familiar sticky heat licking up your neck at the sternness of his tone. When you complied, he shoved a pillow beneath your hipbones, forcing your spine into a severe arch.

“Good.”

Thick fingers hooked over your waistband, tugging your sleep shorts down with little effort. You shivered against the cool kiss of air for only a moment before you were blanketed by his body heat as he settled into place behind you. There was the barely audible shuffle of clothing in the still silence before you felt him - the grind of thick inches pressed against you, hard and raw.

“Deep breath,” he murmured, waiting to hear the shaky pull of air from your lips before he finally nudged inside.

He sunk in slowly, let you map each pulsing vein stretching your tight heat until you felt the delicate tickle of hair at his base, and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh… S’kuna…” you breathed, a whiny little exhale slurred where your cheek was pressed against the pillow.

He hit deep like this, so deep that with each breath you could feel him poking incessantly at what could have been your stomach for all you knew. It was stunning, enough to make your thighs tremble and a spineless little moan escape you.

He gave no reply, just slipped out a few dizzying inches before pressing back inside with a wet sucking slap. He set a steady pace, not rushed or particularly delicate - firm and intentional, just like everything he did.

“Don’t know why you insist on touching yourself like that,” he grunted, head craned so that you could feel the puff of his breath against your sweat-soaked nape with each accusatory syllable, “when you’ve got a perfectly good cock right here.”

As if to prove his point, his thrusts slowed - firm deep pumps pulled all the way out only to sink back inside with a force that pulled a broken little sound from your throat.

His voice was low and serious, still thick with sleep as he worked you open with the mean roll of his hips. The weight of his words sent a little tremor of need through you, and you heard him curse when you clenched around his length.

“Didn’t -hn-… want to wake you…” you panted, tongue slipping on the words as your brain gave in to the fuzzy haze of pleasure beginning to settle over you.

Each nudge earned a sticky slap, heavy balls smacking against your creamy cunt as he took you apart, fucked you into the couch in a mean prone bone.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s yours,” He grunted, hips pressed snug into a mean grind that had little blinking stars dancing in the blackness behind your eyes. “So use it, whenever you want.”

His bluntness, alongside the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix made you writhe desperately, tenfold when with the next rock of his hips you felt the slick sheen of the leather sofa graze your tender clit.

Your brain was foggy, swirling with obscene images of walzing into his room whenever you pleased, tugging down his sweats and settling down onto his fat cock like you belonged there, using him like a toy who’s only purpose was to get you off.

“You… hn-… you mean it?” You sniffled, cheek smushed to the side just to throw a desperate glance over your shoulder.

“Fuck, of course I do,” he growled, breaths coming a little frantic now, “I’ve said it before haven’t I? My hands, my mouth, my fucking thigh if you want.”

Knuckles dug into the couch cushions either side of your head, and his lips grazed your throat, the shell of your ear, the delicate hair curling at the nape of your neck.

“So I don’t want to see you touching this needy little pussy again. No toys, no fingers, no humping the goddamn pillow, got it?”

You buried your face between your arms and nodded limply, sinking into the sheets, feeling less and less lucid with each targeted buck.

“That’s a good girl,” came the last purred words before you finally tripped over the edge.

[iheartyuyu]

5 times sukuna was heavily yearning + 1 time you finally noticed.

oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. uncle!sukuna. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.

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1. movie nights.

you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.

first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?

for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.

your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.

tonight, everything was perfect.

you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—

bzzz.

you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?

you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.

you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.

so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”

he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.

“can i come in?”

you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”

“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.

holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—

“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”

your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”

you paused. “well…”

“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”

“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”

he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”

“hey—“

he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”

“oh. you didn’t have to—“

“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”

with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.

what. the. fuck.

2. hangouts.

you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.

at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.

however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.

today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.

the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.

“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”

you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”

he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”

you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”

you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”

before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.

and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”

“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“

“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”

you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”

“…did you just call me angel?”

his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”

that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?

you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.

fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.

how horrible for you.

3. aquarium.

you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”

she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”

“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”

she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”

“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”

she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”

you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.

and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.

‘couples only day!’

“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”

“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.

“yes.”

“ask sukuna to go with you.”

you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”

“that is quite literally not what i said.”

“you’re a genius.”

you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.

what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.

you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”

“…where?”

he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”

“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”

his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”

you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”

“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”

you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.

you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.

“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.

“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”

gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.

4. the beach.

you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.

you were freezing.

you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.

oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—

a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.

“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”

ah. your genie.

you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.

fuck. how could someone be so pretty?

he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”

“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”

“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”

“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”

“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”

“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”

he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”

you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.

you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”

he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.

what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.

“…you went early, huh?”

“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.

“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”

you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”

you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“

he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.

holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.

well. at least it wasn’t you this time.

5. studying.

as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.

during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”

gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”

“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”

gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”

“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”

you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”

“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”

“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”

you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”

“yes, please.”

later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.

you really needed caffeine.

everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—

fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.

sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?

you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.

you: please :c

a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.

“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”

“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”

you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”

he hummed. “good.”

in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.

you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”

he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”

in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”

you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”

his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”

“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”

he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”

was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”

“don’t mention it, angel.”

+1.

against your will, you were dragged to a party.

you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.

you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.

gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.

you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.

sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.

sukuna covering you with a blanket.

sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.

geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.

sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.

after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.

the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”

“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”

“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”

it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.

“…the stars are pretty.”

“mhm.”

he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”

“…mhm.”

he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”

“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.

“fuck.”

“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”

and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”

you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”

he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”

“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.

he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”

that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”

his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“

you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,

he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.

once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”

“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”

“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”

“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”

“…anything you fucking want, forever.”

[cherryfawnie]

suns out, buns out .ᐟ pt. 2

𑣲⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ pallete // your scheduled relaxing tanning day at the beach after a long school year turns into an ambush from frat!sukuna. you need help spreading oil on your back, and his hands are free. you hate him and he hates you, what could go wrong?

tags \\ frat!lifeguard sukuna, f!reader, semi-public smut, nipple/pussy licking, fingering, unprotected sex, finishing inside, degrading & praise, just pure smut (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

please be wary of these tags, this is nsfw content!

𑣲⋆ wc // 2.0k

part 1

there was no negotiating with the grip sukuna had on you. his hand splayed across the side of your waist, fingers digging in as he quite literally drags you across the beach to a shaggy lifeguard hut tucked into the far corner. he lets go of your waist momentarily as he opens the door with strength that made dust fall from the ceiling, “suku-“ 

“shut the fuck up.”

you admit you didn’t think through the consequences of teasing him as you make eye contact with him, immediately making you feel smaller than you did 5 minutes ago. the notorious egotistical frat boy in desperate need of anger management classes, and you, what kind of fucked up twist of plans is this?

“listen, i don’t know what you kidnapped me here for but i have shit to do-“

he cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours and regaining his hold on your waist with both hands this time. every ounce of hunger and greed is radiating from his mouth while he slowly walks you back into a wall. the kiss turns into a messy attempt to swallow each other whole, spit and desire seeping out from the corner of your mouth. hands roaming each others face, neck, bodies, anywhere available to hold. you open your lips slightly to try and take a breath which comes out as a moan, and he uses it to push his canines into your bottom lip so harshly you swear you can taste a metallic tinge.

he pulls away and looks at you. your eyes hazy, cheeks flushed with the cutest pink, and your perfectly swollen lips covered in his saliva. he can’t hold back anymore, he won’t.

sukuna grabs a handful of your ass and picks you up, hastily walking over to a raised surface as your lips interlock with his first. you can’t help wanting this as much as he does, have you seen the guy?! 

as you take the lead, the kiss is slower, full of passion. taking the time to learn the way his tongue feels on yours, the feeling of his teeth clinking, and the way he hates when he’s not in charge. 

he sets you down as he breaks the kiss, out of breath, “tell me to stop” 

he leans his forehead onto yours, chest heaving as he looks into your pleading eyes. 

“don’t ever stop” 

god help me.

he doesn’t waste a second as he spreads your legs open while he stands between them, dropping down to his knees. he lifts your bikini top up, making your tits fall onto nothing as your nipples harden at the sudden change. 

he shoves his face into yours tits, tongue licking and swirling around your nipple as he gropes your other tit.

“been waitin’ to see these, mmh”

you tilt your head back and and arch your spine to move your tit into his mouth even more, the feeling so overstimulating yet blissful you can’t get enough. your hand comes up to your mouth as you try to cover any embarrassing sounds you’re about to spill, biting down as hard as you can. he notices and pulls your hand back down,

“don’t get shy on me now, i wanna hear every pretty fuckin’ sound that comes out of you”

your pussy dripping at his skilled tongue and nasty words, you can’t hold back your moans anymore. he watches as you rock back and forth trying to gain some relief down there and snakes his hand under your bikini bottom.

“fuck baby, you’re so wet”

he starts sliding two fingers up and down your slit and slowly circling your clit with just enough pressure for it to be too much and not enough. 

you try to ease your needs as you guide your hand to join his. he’s not having it. he slaps your hand away.

“shit- sukuna, faster”

“yeah, you gonna beg f’me?”

“ngh—fuck! please faster, i need more”

clearly satisfied, he pulls your bottoms to the side and plunges two fingers into your hole while using his other hand to rub your clit up and down. the dual sensation sending shocks throughout your body, eyes rolling back.

“look at you, taking my fingers soo good” he coos. “fuck this pussy is tight”

his pace quickens the more he feels you clench. he curls his fingers upwards into the wet spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

“shit shit shit! sukuna right there! i’m gonna- fuck i’m cumming!”

“give it to me baby, cum f’me”

he angles his fingers to hit your g-spot perfectly every time, pumping in and out with ridiculous speed. your legs trembling, numb, threatening to close as your orgasm comes closer. 

your walls clench and flutter around his fingers as you reach your peak, moaning pornographically. he calms his pace as you come down from your high and takes his finger out of your puckering hole, now glistening with creamy white and slick. 

as you come back down go earth, sukuna spreads his fingers in front of you. your cum and wetness webbing between his fingers as he smirks and looks you, holding eye contact, sucking all the juices.

“god woman, you taste so fuckin’ sweet”

you hide your face behind your palm as embarrassment flushes your face.

“that’s dirty, stop licking it”

“hah, dirty? open your mouth”

he taps your lips with his moist fingers, you open them slightly. he gently puts his fingers into your mouth allll the way to the back of tongue as you slightly gag. “suck.” 

you suck and taste yourself on his hands, sweet and tangy as you look up at him.

his fingers in your mouth while you look at him like an obedient slut is enough to make him cum in his pants. his tip already leaking shiny precum just from your gaze. 

you pulls his hand back out of your mouth, signaling he can’t wait any longer. he tugs at the bows tied on your hips connecting your bikini bottom to your sweaty, oiled skin. he spreads your legs as far as they can go, and you moan at the slight discomfort of being of wide open. he lowers himself to kitty lick a quick stripe up your folds, not that it needs any more lubricant—you’re wetter than the waves crashing in the background.

he pulls his shorts and boxers down at once as his hard dick slaps upwards against his stomach. his tip the angriest shade of dark pink, leaking pearly beads that follow the outdents of every intently placed vein running up his shaft. your heart beating a little faster as you realize his length and girth right in front of you. no wonder he’s cocky, he has more than enough to spare.

“see what you do to me?”

he gives his dick a few strokes and slides it in between your pussy. his dick moving up and down with no friction as he coats himself in your slick, his tip catching your over-sensitive clit. 

“breathe f’me. this is gonna be a big stretch, princess”

showing your acknowledgement, you guide his tip to your hole, letting out a high-pitched whine at the feeling of it prodding at your entrance. giving it further thought, how is this going to fit inside me?

as you open your mouth to speak, sukuna grunts as he rams his hips forward, pushing in halfway. the words you wanted to say turning into mush. the unexpected stretch is painfully pleasuring, making you dig your manicured nails into his huge shoulders.

“oh my god- i can’t”

“you will, it’s not even halfway in” he seethes as your pussy feels even tighter than it did on his fingers, enveloping him in pure warmth and ecstasy.

he tries to move forward as staying still is killing him, he just might cum right here. “loosen up baby, let me in”

“i’m trying!” you say wholeheartedly as tears prickle your waterline. you relax your body as much as possible, forcing yourself to put your trust into his hands.

as he feels you go a little limp, he gives a mean thrust bottoming out, and you both moan in unison at the foreign feeling. he starts sliding back and forth gaining momentum, rhythmically trying to compose himself. you can feel his tip hitting your cervix everytime he roughly slams back into you, your tanning oil and sweat forming droplets on your thighs as every thrust has him sticking to you. 

“ah—hah sukuna, you’re so deep!”

“mm, tell me something i don’t know” he growls, enunciating each word with another couple thrusts that sends you further back onto the wall.

his brutal pushes give you no time to adjust to his inhumane size. the sound of heavy “thwack, thwack, thwack!” as skin meets skin is proof of him taking you in every which way he wants it.

your mouth opening into an o-shape, hair sticking to your temples, eyebrows creasing as a fucked-out pout appears on your face has sukuna quickening his pace. 

“you’re such a sweet, dumb whore f’ me. my good girl. fuck— you feel so good”

you can only moan in response. your brain is turned to soup as nothing is registering but the feeling of him railing you into oblivion. the way his width burns in every amazing way, his cock snuggly fit against your tight walls, clenching even more as he hits the sweet spots.

he feels every convulsion and twitch of your cunt around him. the way you soak the wood beneath you, lashes glowing in the suns rays as salty tears line them. he turns into a raging bull, seeing red while chasing yours and his orgasms.

your feeble attempt at slowing him down with your hands pushing back on his torso, anything to give your heart a chance come down from your throat. he grabs your wrists and pins them next to your head, it’s too late now.

“where you goin’? take it, slut”

“f-fuck— hngh!” you’re practically sobbing.

sukuna’s trembling above you, unable to keep himself from falling apart. he starts clumsily rubbing your clit to get you on the same level as him, and it’s working. every nerve ending on fire, and the sharp knot in your stomach coiling and coming undone is telltale of how close you are.

“haah—ah i’m so close—keep going, don’t stop!”

“yeah? c’mon. cum f’me. make a mess baby”

urged on by feeling you tremble underneath him, he pushes in as deep as possible at a new angle, hitting spots you didn’t know even existed. your body’s gone flaccid, just taking every bit of euphoria he so violently gives you. the pleasure blooming inside, ablaze and full.

“give it t’me. cum.”

your orgasm crashes over you 100 miles per hour, releasing a prolonged moan at the feeling. your legs shaking uncontrollably as you try to regain feeling in your limbs. sukuna’s pace is faltering now, still chasing his own high. each sloppy thrust sending you into sensory overdrive. 

sukuna’s not far behind you. 

he groans as he stills and throws spurts of balmy, tepid, white ropes directly into you. his body falling onto yours as he pants into your warm skin. he pulls out slow as possible, trying to feel every ridge of your insides sloshing with his cum. the sudden emptiness making you wince and clench around nothing. 

the post-sex glow radiating off both of you while you come to terms with what just happened. the sounds of the seagulls, waves, and crowd outside making this moment feel surreal. still in the remaining trance of your orgasm, you try to make sense of what just went down. 

“that was amazing” he breaks the heavy panting. 

“yeah, it was” you reply.

“so. . .” he drags out as if you’re supposed to know what to say.

“this—“ you point to him and you, while pushing strands of hair off your forehead. 

“—this changes nothing”

he chuckles like he knew you like the back of his hand,

“whatever helps you sleep tonight.”

𑣲⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ hi everyone! i want to thank you for all the support i got, so here's part 2. again, this is my first time writing smut so please be kind. i apologize if it's a little rushed. as always, i appreciate any feedback, likes, and reblogs, i hope you enjoy! ˙ᵕ˙

part 3?. . . perchance. . .