TW: Sexual Content (Minors DNI) sexual content includes, but it not limited to: pee, squirt, dirty talk, and praise
“Shhh.” Toji whispered from above you. “Don’t want to wake the kids.”
He pressed his palm against your mouth to muffle the moans you couldn’t seem to hold back.
“So loud tonight, Baby.” Toji mocked. “Covering your mouth ain’t enough, this dirty little pussy is screaming for me.”
“Mmmmm!” You let out a muffled noise against his hand.
“Don’t interrupt, Brat. My other girl is talkin to me right now. Listen.”
The squelching noises from your cunt flooded the room. It was humiliatingly loud. He was right, your moans might actually be quieter than this. Your poor pussy just couldn’t take the abuse Toji was putting her through right now. He had one of your legs over his shoulder, the other was pinned to the mattress. You were spread wide open for him as he pounded into you with such a force you were being pushed up the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned pulling you back down.
“Toji, I think I need a minute!” You panicked at the feeling beginning to form in your belly.
The man above you smirked, which is the only indication that he heard you at all.
“Baby, please!” You grabbed at his arms. “Toji, I think I’m about to pee!”
His thrusts sped up.
“Did you hear me?” You slapped at him frantically.
“Heard you. Go ahead.” He sounded like he was trying to hold himself back.
“What?” You asked surprised by his response.
“Pee if you have to, I’m not fucking stopping.” He pulled the leg on his shoulder further over him.
“Toji! I don’t want to pee on you.” You whined.
“It’s alright. I want you to. Let it out.” He reached forward and pressed on your bladder.
You moaned at the pressure of his hand.
“Please! Just let me get up! I’ll be fast.” You pleaded.
“Let it out, Mama.” Toji’s thrusts were brutal. He was continually hitting your cervix, and that, with the pressure of his hand pushing into your bladder was making it extremely difficult for you to hold it back.
“I can’t!” You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to fight the overwhelming feeling.
Toji’s over hand left your hip to rub your clit. Your pussy was so soaked, his fingers were slipping right over it. It was so messy and it felt so good.
“Yes you can.” Toji urged.
You felt the muscles in your lower stomach clench and you knew that when you came, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself anymore. He was going to win this.
“Ugh!” You moaned. “Fuck!” You came hard. As you did, liquid erupted from your overworked pussy.
“Yesss. There you go, fuck yeah.” Toji encouraged as his hand continued to messily swipe at your clit. “Your fucking pussy is so beautiful when she cums for me.”
All thoughts had left your mind. All you could feel was Toji inside of you; all you could hear was the obscenity of wetness squelching between you. You could hear him rambling above you, but you couldn’t make out his words.
You felt a slap on your clit and it jolted you to clarity. “Ahh!” You screamed and instinctively tried to close your legs, but Toji held them still.
“No, no, no.” He scolded. “I’m not done with you.”
“So sensitive!” You cried out. “Can’t take it.”
Toji lowered your leg from his shoulder. He changed his pace from hard and fast to still hard, but slow and steady. He intertwined your fingers of one hand with his as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Alright, my love. My pretty girl had have enough, huh?” He kissed over your cheeks.
Your hands reached to feel his face. Your thumb rubbed over his scar.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you.” He leaned down to bite your breast.
“I love you!” You moaned.
“Can I cum inside you?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yes.” You told him. “Want you to. Want to feel it.”
His hips slammed into you one more time as you felt the feeling of warmth flood your insides as he came.
Toji pulled out of you gently before lowering himself to lay on top of you. His dead weight was crushing, but also comforting. You held him in your arms as you pressed kisses to his face. The bed under you was soaked, but right now nothing mattered more than you and him.
“Dad?” Megumi’s voice called.
Immediately, Toji’s head shot up at the sound of his son’s voice. “What, Megs?” He called back as he quickly covered both of you with the comforter.
“Is mom ok? It sounded like she was crying. She was screaming too.” His voice was so innocent.
Toji stifled a laugh as you slapped him.
“I’m fine, Baby!” You responded. “Go back to bed!”
“What are you guys doing? Why is the door locked?”
“Ok, I’m going to go put him back to bed. You change the sheets.” He kissed you.
You stopped him from getting up. “Hold on a second. What if I want to put him to sleep? Besides you should be changing the sheets anyway, Mr. ‘Let it out.’”
Toji laughed. “And I stand by it. It was hot as fuck. But you should definitely not leave this room.” His eyes scanned you and you realized what he meant. You looked like you just got fucked.
“Fine.” You huffed. “Hurry up.”
Toji slid his sleep pants back up his hips.
“Yes ma’am.” He joked.
“And be ready for round 2 when you get back.” You said batting your eyelashes.
“Fuck, I’m running!” He laughed. “Come on, Megs, let’s get you to bed!”
» Toji likes your full weight on his face when he eats you out (+18)
“Ji, c’mon-“ you whine, trying in vein to wriggle off of his chest. Large hands keep your already drooling cunt pressed against his sweat slicked pecks, a grin on his scarred lips.
Toji just chuckles, fingers flexing against the fat of your ass as you squirm again. “Awe, don’t be scared now, baby.” He hums, voice a low purr. “I told you I can handle it, you callin’ me weak? That it, baby? You think I can’t support all this?” He punctuate his words with a harsh slap against your round ass, groaning low in his throat as he feels your supple flesh ripple against his palm.
God he’s insufferable. You’re just wasting your breath at this point— he won’t stop until you’re using his face like a chair. “Mmmph, fine! But tell me if it’s too much…” you huff.
“That’s my girl.” He says, voice husky as you slowly lift your hips and move. You can hear the smile in his voice, so cocky and impatient as you angle yourself properly. You still for a moment, hands gripping the headboard as your pussy hovers over his waiting mouth. The feeling of his hot breath fanning across your slick skin has shivers rushing up your spine, whole body trembling with want… but your anxiety makes it feel impossible.
A soft whimper bubbles in your throat, knuckles turning white as you grip the headboard like it’ll give you the confidence to drop down— and finally your hips do move, just not by themself. Toji’s large arms are locked around your plush thighs, keeping you firmly in place as he licks a hungry strip up your cunt. The initial fear that lingered heavy in your gut melts into a warm pleasure that has your toes curling and soft breathy moans slipping from your lips. It also has your body relaxing, unknowingly forcing you to press down against his face with all you’ve got.
And Toji’s right where he wants to be. Don’t think for a second that you’re too heavy for him, not when the way your lush curves spill between his fingers as he squeezes you harder, forcing your clit to press down hard against his nose as his tongue fucks your dripping hole with expert precision— it has him rock hard in sweats, a sticky wet patch slowly forming with each gentle roll of your hips. He could get used this. Hearing you fall apart on top of him as he laps your juices up like the thirstiest man alive.
Synopsis: Cases where the jjk men are absolutely pussy drunk over you.
Pairings: Kento Nanami x fem!reader | Choso Kamo x fem!reader | Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader | Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader | Hiromi Higuruma x fem!reader | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader | Suguru Geto x fem!reader | Yuta Okkostu x fem!reader |
Word Count: 6.5k (WOWZERS)
Warnings: NSFW, smut, piv, oral sex, thumb in booty (toji's part), cum eating, cunnlingus, lots of sex, pussy drunk men, whimpering, use of mommy (choso's part), megumi is 18+, if anything in this makes you uncomfortable, please move on or scroll past, somnophilia, choking knks, mentions of slapping, that should be it.
A/N: This idea came to me based on the photo used in this idea. Saw it on Pinterest and the idea just sprung to life. MNDI THIS IS 18+!!! also, sorry if there might be mis-interpretations of the characters they might be oc and their personality's... potentially proofread
Case file #1: Victim- Choso Kamo.
Choso was a simple man. The first time he ever had sex, he cried like a baby. The sensations, the feelings, his emotions flying all over the place. The overstimulation killed him.
But what made him officially reach rock bottom… was the warmth of your pussy.
Everything about you was warm. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy, EVERYTHING.
Choso physically could NOT handle allat.
You were like a vacuum. Sucking him up until he couldn’t breathe anymore. You were a succubus, had to be. Those devilish creatures that have a lust for cock. Who suck the living souls out of people.
You just had to be, because when Choso wanted to simply make love to you, somehow you still found a way to put a spell on him.
“Hah- mmph, why must you always feel so good.” He whimpers.
You were currently riding Choso. He absolutely loved it when you were on top, using him for your own satisfaction, slapping him and choking him, having your fun with him.
“Eyes on me Choso, does that feel good hun?” You were the definition of a fever dream. You clearly weren’t real, and if you were then damn, Choso was lucky as hell.
“Mhmm yes m-mommy.” The word makes you freeze, stunned by Choso’s sudden pet name for you.
He never called you ‘mommy.’ It was always “good job baby,” or “right- fuck- right there pretty.”
Never mommy. It made your cunt clench, but you came to a realization.
The dazed look in his lidded eyes, the abnormal amount of sweat he’s emitting, the grip his hands have on your waist.
Was Choso-?
“Pussydrunk? How could I possibly b-be.You’re just so right and w-warm, and you feel so nice around me and fuck can we have a baby? I wanna have a baby with you. P-please? Fuck! Am I pussydrunk? I-I don’t know? Am I still talking? I can’t feel my lips. Kiss me please mommy?”
He was going crazy. Rambling on and on about how good and warm you felt, and did you hear that right? A baby? Choso never once talked about having children.
“I wanna breed this pretty pussy. This s-super pretty pussy. It needs me, needs my attention, needs my cum, please mommy, let me give it to you.” He was so whiny and so desperate.
It was pathetic but also kind of cute. Seeing Choso all riled up like this, it made you feel things, things you never felt before.
“Keep calling me that Choso, fuck I’m so close- hic.”
“M-mommy, cum for me please, I’m so close. Wanna feel her grip so tightly on me. Wanna feel her clench around me. She’s such a good girl for me.”
You giggle at that, he truly is pussy drunk, “don’t you mean I’m such a good girl for you?”
“No, I said what I said. She’s such a good girl, gripping me so tight, she must want a baby, she must wanna be so full of me. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” As if on cue, your pussy clenches around him and he chuckles, “See? The hips don’t lie mommy.”
Your stomach flutters with butterflies. You're not going to last if he keeps doing that.
“Mmph fuck! Please Choso! Please! Fill me up, I need it! I need it so badly.” Choso’s eyes widen and before you can even think, Choso flips you over on the bed.
Your head and back hit the bed with a light ‘thud’ as he loses control.
His thrusts grow animalistic and his whimpers grow louder. “I-I love you! Fuck I do, let’s get married, please. This pussy is too good to let go, you are too good to let go. I need this mommy, please!”
You cry out and grip his hair, your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans and whimpers loudly, his hands roaming down your body, his lips leaving hickeys along your neck.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum mommy! Fuck!” He whines and you urge him on, your sweet sultry voice whimpering in his ear, “mmph- cum for -hah- cum for mommy, be a good boy Cho, I love you so fucking much.” His cock shoots ropes of cum inside you, filling you to the brim. His cheeks flush at the nickname.
You're absolutely stuffed as he continues to rock inside you, the tingly feeling of overstimulation edges towards you. Your body jolts and writhes, shock waves of electricity flow through you as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again.
“Hah- can’t stop mommy, I can’t stop. One more please just one more.”
To say that Choso was pussydrunk was a complete joke. But now, he might actually be drunk off your pussy. And that was perfectly fine with you.
Hours later, he finally relents after stuffing you full of his load 6 times… yes 6.
“Choso, baby. You have officially gotten drunk off of my pussy.”
He blushes, his face, neck and ears are completely covered with a cute shade of pink. The same shade as his tip.
“Okay, maybe I did get a bit carried away.” You giggle at his now shy and flustered state, “yeah, sure. A bit.”
He whines and hides his face in your neck before you both drift into sleep.
Case File #2: Victim- Hiromi Higuruma
Hiromi was one of those subtle simps. He keeps his composure. Always.
Hiromi Higuruma was in fact a very stoic person and held himself very maturely.
So, of course no one could ever say that Hiromi Higuruma could get pussy whipped. No one believed he could get drunk off pussy so easily.
Not stoic, mature, and intelligent defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma?
And it was true, until he met you.
“Fuck Higuruma! Please, fuck it feels so good.”
Higuruma’s nose was hitting your clit jusssssst right as he slurps, licks, and sucks on your pussy.
Higuruma gave the best head. His nose played a role in it but that was really all his tongue.
The long and wet muscle making your legs shake; making you cream on his tongue. He loved eating you, you were his favorite meal.
“Yeah? Feels good huh? She’s squeezing me so tight. So fucking needy, such a needy girl for me aren’t you?” You assumed he was talking to you so of course you're going to respond.
“Yes, I’m such a needy girl.” You hear chuckling. Your eyebrows contort into one of confusion, “what’s funny?”
“Aww my sweet baby, you thought I was talking to you? No no, I’m talking to my other girl. This pussy is amazing, the best. So right, so warm, so sweet. She tastes amazing. I could stay down here forever.” This was your first clue.
The first clue to getting your answer: was Higuruma getting pussydrunk?
A couple weeks after this, you both were getting spicy in bed again. His hands gliding down your waist, his lips sucking on your neck and collarbone, his cock roughly thrusting into you.
Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, threatening to fall over. His eyes stared down at you, lovingly holding your cheek as he wiped away the tears that fell through the cracks.
“This pussy, fuck, it’s so good. Gonna knock you up, I swear.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Oh sweetheart, you wish it was a threat, but trust me baby, it’s a promise.” He smiled at you so innocently, but it was all a facade as his cock thrusted a bit harder inside you.
His hands fall on your stomach, applying pressure, such glorious and euphoric pressure, causing you to see stars.
“Yeah, feel that? That’s me so deep inside you, you take me and squeeze me so well. Fuck I love this pussy. She’s so good to me, so good for me, fuck- she was just made for me.”
“And you're pussydrunk.”
That halts his movements and you whine. “Who? Who’s pussydrunk?”
“I only have one husband, so who do you think I’m talking about? Gojo?” That makes his hips thrust roughly into you again.
“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m inside you, that’s just cruel.”
You whine as he slowly builds back up your orgasm. His thrusts get rougher, his pants faster, his pupils wider.
Higuruma had completely lost himself. Lost himself in the warmth of your pussy, lost himself in the stretch your pussy provides, lost himself in the grip your pussy gives him. Sucking him in like he’ll leave you.
He could never leave you. You're his one and only, his forever. And this pussy will be his forever as well. All he needed.
“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna cum in this pretty pussy, fuck! Cumming!” His cock releases thick ropes of cum inside you, it didn’t stop, it just kept going. Kept filling you up over and over again, until he was content.
You passed out at least once, but you enjoyed every bit of it. Every bit of getting to watch Higuruma lose control over himself because of you.
“You're doing okay love? Did I go rough tonight?”
With your eyes hazy and words slurred together, you still managed to speak, “it was perfect, I got to see how pussywhipped my husband is for me.”
Higuruma blushes, his face softening as he watches you smile lazily.
“We are to never speak of this, ever.”
“Oh I’m so telling Shimizu!” He groans as you laugh at him. You pull him in closer leaving peppered kisses along his face.
Case file #3: Victim- Satoru Gojo
Satoru is the complete opposite of Higuruma. Satoru Gojo is what you would describe as the biggest, loser and simp of all. Especially since you both are friends with benefits.
Gojo had absolutely no filter, he was always horny, always needy, always desperate. This was nothing new to anyone. Everyone knew Gojo was a loser, but just how much of a loser he could get is what everyone still was surprised by.
“Mmmmm, shit, mama, your pussy tastes amazing.” he moans. Your fingers run through his white hair, his icy blue eyes boring into yours, his pupils blown wider than the moon, he looks a mess. A hot and sexy mess.
“Gojo, pleaseeee, stop teasing.”
Since Gojo has no filter, it’s easy for Gojo to show pure emotion, it’s easy for him to lose his composure in an instant. Gojo would happily state that he’s pussy drunk, but for some reason (no reason at all) Gojo decided to be stubborn; he’s always stubborn.
“Are you gonna keep arguing with me, love?”
You whimper at his cockiness, “no. I just want you to admit it. Instead you tease me like I’m in the wrong.”
You and Gojo had an argument prior to this, and of course, Gojo being Gojo wanted to prove that he wasn’t pussydrunk for some odd reason. He fought and fought and fought with you, but you were just as stubborn as well. You wouldn’t relent.
“You are so pussydrunk Satoru!” You yelled at him. At first it was all fun and games but then Gojo got really upset that you wouldn’t stop teasing him about it so then it sparked this huge argument.
“No I’m not and I told you not to call me Satoru, it’s Gojo or daddy to you love!” He would whine and whine in your face and you just sat there and laughed.
You loved when Gojo got like this. All whiny and desperate and pathetic; it was cute.
“Yes yes, so sorry Gojo.” He’d pout and cross his arms. “I hate when you fight with me and don’t listen.”
“And I hate when you act stubborn and can’t admit the fact that you’re pussydrunk." And after those words left your mouth, Gojo was on you in seconds, leading to now.
“Fine sweetheart, I’m pussydrunk. Fuck- I’m so drunk off this pussy. She’s so good to me, she tastes so good, when I tell her to cum she listens. She’s such a good-hah- girl.” His cock drives into you slowly.
You clench around him and Gojo loses it. “Mhmm fuck! Don’t squeeze me like that pretty girl, gonna cum in this pussy if you do.”
His words are a promise but you can’t help it. Your cunt clenched around his girthy, meaty cock and he bites your shoulder to ground himself.
He physically has to restrain from cumming inside of you. “Do it Gojo! Please cum in my pussy, I’m all yours, she’s all yours. Please daddy!”
His thrusts become faster, the brute force of his pelvis is harder. He whines and huffs, his cock molding your pussy to his forever.
“That’s right, gonna be mine forever. Nobody else can have this pussy. All mine, gonna knock you up so you can stay mine forever.”
His confession surprised you. You both were just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, you assumed you meant nothing else to Gojo but a good fuck from time to time.
“Yes and before you say anything- hah- I have feelings for you- fuck!- and I’m also extremely drunk off your vibe, drunk off your smile, drunk off your pussy, everything. I need you so badly.” His lips connect with yours in a passionate and loving kiss.
His confession swells your heart. You kiss him back passionately and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Hah-fuck! Can I cum inside pretty? Please?” His voice whinier than last time, every plea needier than the last.
You nod your head, your nose bumping against his as he moans. His cock splurts out cum in rapid ropes.
Satoru had a LOT of cum and I truly mean a lot. It was so much that it oozed and leaked out of you in gallons.
You were stuffed to the brim with Gojo’s seed. Moaning as your orgasm floods your senses.
You both stay wrapped in each other as your breathing matches and even out.
“So you admit it?” You say lightly.
“Yes love, I am pussydrunk. I love you and I need you.”
You giggle and he picks his head up to give you an incredulous look, “hello? Are you going to say it back?”
“Nope! Not until you apologize to me for arguing with me and hurting a princess's feelings.” He groans and rolls his eyes before flopping back on top of you.
“No way.” You huff and push him off you, “fine, then I’m not saying it back.” You roll over and face the opposite away from him and he whines.
“Fine! I’m sorry princess. I was wrong, can you please tell me you love me? I’ll die without hearing you say it.” You turn to face him and his eyes are shimmering and he’s pouting, a sight you can never deny.
“I love you Gojo. Thank you, you are forgiven.” He smiles that big stupid, dopey smile and pulls you closer to him, kissing you one more time.
“I could get used to this.” He smiles and the warmth of Satoru's body lulls you to sleep.
Case File #4: Victim- Megumi Fushiguro
Megumi wasn’t one to indulge you in your stupidity. Your pranks, jokes, and stupid TikTok dances. So, as he expected, you came up to him as per usual saying, “Megsss” in that sing-songy voice you have, “what?”
“You’re pussydrunk, right? Is that why you always act that way when we fuck?” His hand halts from scrolling mindlessly on his phone.
He looks up at you, squints his eyes, and scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You always talk to yourself when you eat me out, and then when I ask you about it after, you always shut it down. Are you keeping some sort of secret? If you’re pussydrunk you can tell me.” The grin on your face is so stupid he wants to tear it off your face.
And he does… in a way?
“Ah! Fuck! Hah- hah- yes Megs please, faster, fuck that feels so good.” His fingers stuff you fully. The delicious stretch of your cunt, pain and pleasure blurring together.
You scream and cry out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in your soaking cunt. The only thoughts running through his head was to make you completely forget about your comment an hour ago.
“Yeah? I bet you feel so good right now don’t you?” You moan and shake your head, “I need words baby, words.” your voice comes out meekly, "I feel sooo good Megs!"
The nickname you gave him always gave him goosebumps, he was obsessed with it, not that he'd ever tell you of course. Megumi’s head drops down to your legs in that quiet but assertive manner he has.
He spreads your legs wider with one hand while the other continues its journey in and out of you. His fingers spread apart to scissor you. Your moans fade out as you writhe against the sheets at the sheer pressure of it all.
His calloused fingertips brushing your g-spot just right, making your toes curl in pleasure. Your tongue hanging out your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of my head.
His tongue comes in contact with your pussy lips. Soft kitten licks bring you to a different dimension. “Fuck! Gumi, please, I can’t take anymore.” your orgasm was inching closer and closer with every stroke of his fingers.
He lifts his head up from in between your legs and smiles, “sure you can baby, you're doing so well already.” he cocks his head to the side to rest it on your thigh before looking down at your spread out pussy.
“Look at you making such a big mess, baby. You're so pretty like this. Gushing all over my fingers, making me go crazy. Maybe I am obsessed. Completely obsessed with this pretty pussy, all so wet for me.” His quiet ramble brings you closer to the edge and he can tell.
His head dips back down and he groans into your pussy, the warm taste of you and your sweet essence on his tongue makes his mind go blank. His hand pins one of your thighs down as he continues to finger you to your release.
He loves the way your pussy clenches around his finger, he knows you inside and out --literally. His lips clasp onto your clit and you're immediately seeing stars, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle strokes of his long and slender fingers, everything was making you crazy.
Maybe he wasn’t the drunk one.
“I can’t get enough of you, I could stay down here forever, making my baby feel so so good. I want to stay here forever. Wrapped in the warmth of your legs, my fingers trapped in the tightness of your pussy, all of it. I can’t believe your mine --fuckkk.”
You stand corrected, he was definitely the drunk one.
Your orgasm comes in shock waves, your body jolting and convulsing like crazy. He ripped that orgasm out of you, out of sheer desperation. You chased your high and in the end he let you ride it out on his fingers and his tongue. His lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking and slurping up all your juices.
He pries himself away from you and goes to grab a warm washcloth. While he’s in there he jerks one out then returns back to you to find you already asleep. He smiles softly, and cleans you up and takes care of you in that quiet way he knows how to.
The little things are what matter to Megumi, and if making sure you're pleased to your heart's content, then that's what he’ll do. If that means indulging himself in your stupid questions and laughing at your even stupider jokes, he’ll do just that. Because Megumi loves you, even if it's that quiet way, he’s easily vulnerable around you.
He hates it sometimes, but he knows you mean no harm. He’s safe with you, and he’s glad you're even safer with him. Even if that means having to admit, he’s completely pussydrunk and obsessed with you.
“Goodnight baby.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead before cuddling up next to you and laying under the covers.
Case File #5: Victim- Nanami Kento
Nanami was no stranger to being obsessed. He was obsessed with his work, with his reputation, and with his damn ties.
“Love, you have to tell me which one to wear, please? The red one or the blue one? Or should I wear the pink one with his face on it?” Your husband's cute face was to die for.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t obsessed with him either. “Nanami, I don’t care which one, they all look good, just pick one! We have to go or we’ll be late for Yuji’s graduation.”
“And that’s why I need you to pick, this is Yuji we're talking about, I can’t look like a mess! Help me!” The desperation in his voice was music to your ears, so you chose to help him.
It didn’t exactly go as planned. The moment Nanami got a whiff of your perfume as you sat him down, he became feral. What made it worse you ask? Well, your breast looked so nice in your blouse and he just couldn’t resist, some of the buttons undone revealing your skin. Your nice, plump skin. So soft and just screaming for him to leave hickeys on you.
Like I said, Nanami wasn’t a stranger to being obsessed. When Nanami had an obsession, he’d make sure he would be satisfied with his obsession. And in this case, he was satisfied with making you scream and cry as he drove his cock so deep inside you.
His thoughts always screwed him up. Because now he was bricked up when you're supposed to be leaving, for god’s sake you were just fixing his damn tie.
“Okay love, all done. Are you ready to go now?” His big puppy eyes stare up at you as he pouts. He shakes his head softly and you pout back, “what’s wrong honey?” Nanami drops his head down and you use his tie to lightly tug his head back up to you, “talk to me honey.”
His eyes drop down to your lips and he thickly swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can we do a quickie? I need you badly.” Nanami wasn't pathetic, just obsessed. Which I guess in its own way is pathetic depending on how you read the situation.
In this case, Nanami seemed very pathetic, but this is how it always started. It started with him being a baby and then becoming a horny, cocky bastard. But since he was making you about to miss Yuji’s graduation, you were going to punish him.
You smile at him, not that gentle smile you have, no, that slow smile that means trouble. “Sure baby, just this once.” You rip the tie off of him and unravel it, “but since you're making me miss my sweet Yuji’s graduation, you have to be punished.” You push him down on the bed and tie his hands over his head.
You crawl on top of him after you’ve finished and slide down his body. Your hands take hold of his pecs, resting atop his chest. “You couldn’t wait 2 hours honey? You always get like this when we have to go somewhere. I’d say you're obsessed with me don’t ya think?” Your voice is so condescending and teasing. It could make a grown man cry, and Nanami just might.
“Please baby, I-I couldn’t wait, I can’t wait. Just let me make it up to you, I’ll make you feel so sooo good.” His whining does everything to your body. The betrayal you feel from your body as it grinds against him giving him what he wants. He groans and bites his lip, his glossy eyes looking up in yours.
The sight could stop a war. The sight could stop the planet's evolution. Everything about Nanami was stoic, glorious and professional. His behaviour was in fact not professional. Your hips grind down against him and he loses his mind, Nanami grits his teeth as a moan threatens to spill out.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Let me hear you, please?” You pout at him and he falls instantly. So lost in you he obeys, when you grind on him again he moans, loudly.
‘There you go, that made me happy.”
“Anything for you. Fuck! Please keep going.” His hips thrust up against yours causing you to moan out, eyes rolling back and tongue darting out to lick your lips.
Your hips grind against him faster in your tiny ass skirt, your thigh highs brushing against the fabric of his dress pants. “Nanami! Fuckkkk, doesn’t this feel good?”
“Mhmm, need more please!” Nanami could easily break out of these ties and flip you over, but he’s allowing you to do this to him, allowing himself to suffer all for your satisfaction. That’s Nanami's way of being obsessed with you.
You quickly reach for his belt buckle, unbuckling it and throwing it somewhere around your shared bedroom. You unzip his fly, tugging his pants down gently and agonizingly slow. Fortunately for you, Nanami has very little patience, so watching him buck his hips up impatiently is fuelling your energy.
He just about loses it when you kiss his tip, pink and leaking precum. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips stained with his essence. “Mhmm you taste so good babe”, your moans make his cock twitch in your hands and you giggle.
“So sensitive here, no? It’s kinda cute how reactive you are.” Nanami doesn't even realize when you pull your panties to the side, but he feels the slick wetness of your pussy and he just about faints. Soft moans slipping from his lips as you rock against him back and forth.
“You’re gonna kill me my love, absolutely kill me.” His voice cracks. You moan at the feeling of his tip hitting your clit, his voice turning you on even more, “oh yeah? I can’t have my husband dying on me now can I?” You smile at him and he just about melts.
Nanami was known for being composed and calculated, but when it came to you, Nanami couldn’t focus. You were his greatest obsession and his greatest distraction.
“I can’t wait any longer honey, please? I need to be inside you. Please love, your all I need, this pussy is all i need–nghh, fuck!” His words kept your ego growing, you loved when he needed you, craved you, wanted you so badly he could stop wars with his obsession.
You grant him his wish and sink down agonizingly slow on his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head and your teeth sink into your lips. “Fuck! Shit! I needed this, needed you, this pussy, your lips, your walls so tight around me, it’s all I need.”
Nanami was in fact gone. All his senses, blocked. He was pussy drunk. Maybe it’s more than that, honestly. He was your everything, his posture, his stoic expression that always faltered when he was around you, his broad stature, his large hands. It’s the reason you married him.
“I love you Nanami, fuck!”
“I love you more princess, gosh I think I’m going to cum.” Your hips rock against him faster and faster, his pants increasing as well as his moans. The louder they got, the more turned on you became.
Was he always this hot? Yes, yes he was.
“Cumming, cumming!” He chants your name over and over as his cock shoots long, thick, white strips of cum into your cunt. The sticky and full feeling of him pushes your own orgasm to the front lines.
Nanami looks up at you and smiles, “my pretty girl, I love it when you take control of me.” You turn your head away from him and roll your eyes, heat crawling up your neck and towards your cheeks.
“Shut up. Fix your hair, it looks a mess.” He chuckles and grabs your waist, the tie around his wrist long gone. “Anything for you, my love.”
He slowly slides you off his cock and moans as he watches his cum spill out of you in chunks, “That’s hot asf.” You push at him and walk to the bathroom, “I told you to fix your hair. We leave in 5.”
He smirks boyishly at your demanding voice, “Yes Ma’am.” He grabs the tie and wraps it back around his neck, fixes his hair, and tucks himself back into his pants.
Oh if only you knew how down bad Kento Nanami truly was for you.
Case File #6: Victim- Toji Fushiguro
Toji was one of a kind. The type of man who thrived off lust. Yes, there are moments when Toji can treat you like the only girl in the world with what he’s got, but lust was what drove Toji into a spiral every time he saw you.
“Mamas, why are you sitting so far away?” Tonight, you were very upset at Toji, he had ditched you for gambling with Shiu and didn’t even call you or let you know. You had cooked a nice meal 3 hours ago that eventually got cold and you ate it all by yourself.
After, he comes knocking on your door with flowers and chocolate apologizing for leaving you all alone, but you refused his apology and tried to slam the door on him. Toji, being the strong and insistent man that he is, blocked the door with his foot and slowly forced his way inside.
You walked away from him mid sappy ass speech and sat down on the couch. He stopped trying after a while and silently set your flowers in a vase, put your chocolates in the fridge, and then came to sit next to you.
Of course you made things difficult for him and scooted all the way to the other end of the couch from him, which now leads you to this moment.
“You know why I’m sitting away from you.” He blinks at you, low hooded eyes tracing over your body, that body he wishes was curled up next to him as he fingered that attitude out of you.
“Ah, so she speaks huh? You're still mad at me, doll?” You sit there and cross your arms before turning to face towards him, a small pout on your lips that makes Toji’s cock jump at the sight of it.
“What do you think, Toji? Of course I’m still mad at you! You ditched me, couldn’t even owe me an explanation, then you show up at my doorstep with flowers and chocolate like that’s supposed to make everything okay!? You hurt my feelings tonight Toji, I honestly just want you to leave.” You turn back around and put your attention back on the tv.
The screen is starting to blur as you fight to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill out. You sniffle slightly and that draws Toji’s attention on you, not that his eyes ever left you. “Are you cryin’ doll?”
Sniffle~ “No, I'm not.”
His big frame dips on the couch as he scoots closer to you, “No… don’t come near me.” He keeps scooting, ignoring your requests, “Toji! I said leave me alo-” His hands grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together causing you to halt your complaining.
“Mama, I’m trying to be nice. Stop giving me attitude before I give you something to really cry about.” Your glossy eyes stare him down and his eyes drift down to your lips.
“Now, are you willing to let me take care of you or are you going to do this the hard way?” You shake your head yes and he sucks his teeth.
“Nuh uh, you know how to answer, speak up doll.”
“Yes daddy, I’ll stop giving you attitude.” His smirk widens and the slit on his lip looks more menacing.
“That’s my good girl, just let daddy take care of ya, yeah?” He grabs your waist and scoots you down onto the couch, his body weight hovers over you, his arms pinning you down. You turn your face away from him, his eyes bore into yours.
“Look at me doll, look at me while I ruin you- I mean take care of you.” He smirks as his hands trail up and down your body. His fingers dip into your shirt to caress your breasts. You moan softly and his head dips down to leave marks along your neck.
“T-Toji… please~ngh”
“What is it, doll? You want me to stop?” He cocks his head to the side as he undoes his belt on his pants, sliding his pants down juuust enough to give you a view of his pre-cum stained boxers and the imprint of his meaty cock.
“No! No… please. I need you inside me.” You whisper his name in his ear and Toji loses his composure, he rips your shorts off and tears your panties in half. You gasp, shocked and ready to tear him a new one but he covers your mouth with his hand and slides his cock over your pussy lips.
“Shhh, that's my good girl. It’s okay, just ease into it.” He slides his cock into your warm, wet hole and you bite his hand. The moans spilling out of your mouth are muffled by the sound of his hand, “mhmmm this pussy is so warm, so tight, and alllll mine baby. Come on, say it, who’s pussy is this?”
He removes his hand from you so you can answer, “yours Toj, it’s all yours, only yours~nghh~fuck!” He grunts as his pace picks up, his cock driving in and out of you faster and faster.
You could have sworn he was getting bigger inside you by the second. His thrusts became animalistic, his heart pounding loudly in your ears, or was that your heart? You couldn’t tell.
Pleasure overwhelmed your body, all you wanted to do was hold Toji, punch Toji, and just tell him, “I love you Toji! Please cum inside me, I'm gonna cum! -Nghh~Hah! I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s my good girl, such a sweet girl, pussy gripping me so tight. God I love you too mamas, so much, this pussy is amazing, all mine ~fuck! All mine. So warm and wet for me. Only me, right? Fuck, I’m gonna cum, your gonna make me cum in this pretty pussy, since you want it so bad. Shit!” His cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, he cums inside you with a prolonged groan.
His breath is hot against your cheeks; he collapses on top of you. You cum with him, body shaking and curling into him as he holds your legs open, helping you ride out your high.
“Good girl. There you go, feels so good right?” You gaze at Toji in his post cum glow. His neck and chest are shiny from sweat, his lips pink and bleeding from biting them and kissing you.
He leans down and you smush his face against yours in an eager kiss.
“Am I forgiven by my favourite girl now?”
“Don’t you mean your only girl?” You counter, eyebrows raised in suspicion.
“Trust me, I’m too locked in; I could never cheat on you. I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you tonight. Won’t happen again doll.”
You smile at him and give him one last peck on the lips before drifting into a deep sleep.
Case File #7: Victim- Suguru Geto
Suguru is someone you’d call many things. An angel, a gentleman, a sight for sore eyes, all of the above.
What you would call Suguru is an absolute pain in the ass. Not in many aspects, just in the way he treats you in bed.
You hated how he teased you so well, it worked every time. Always gently putting you in your place.
Having this calm dominance about himself, his cockiness was very humble somehow if that even makes sense cause it didn’t to you.
Everytime he got a chance, he always put you in your place.
“Love, that’s not how we talk to people we love, hmm? That’s not right, is it now?” His condescending voice takes you over the edge as he slowly thrusts into you.
You're seeing stars as his cock drives into you at such a slow yet sturdy and rough pace. His hands around your neck as your legs dangle off his shoulders.
“Mhmm n-no Sugu, I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out meekly as he hums leaning down to bite your neck causing you to whimper. Suguru was a subtle freak, always the quiet one you had to look out for.
“Gosh, your amazing love, so tight. Gripping me like you can’t get enough? You want more of me, hmm love?”
You can’t even form a coherent sentence. His cock drives deeper inside you and you swear he’s in your lungs.
“Sugu, I’m so close!” “Not yet sweetheart, gotta hold it for me. Be a good girl, yeah?” His hands fondle with your breasts, nipping and biting your neck and leaving hickeys.
“Your-hah- pussy is amazing my love. She’s all I need, you're all I need. I could be inside you all day everyday if I could. I’ll never let this go, let you go.” His words and whines fill your ears, you can help but clench around him. He moans into your ear again as he squeezes your breasts harder.
“Please Sugu, can you cum with me please? I love you.” His eyes meet yours in an intense, fiery passion. His pupils are dilated and his breath is warm against your lips as he pants heavily.
His cock still delicately brings you to your orgasm. You cry out as you kiss him, his lips soft and wet from his saliva and now your own.
He moans into the kiss as his cock buries into you, filling you up to the hilt with ropes of his thick, sticky cum. Geto was completely drunk off the feeling of you. He loved touching you. Whether it was your waist, your thighs, your ass, even your breasts.
He loved you and he showed it. “I love you too my love, god you're so good for me, so amazing, all mine and I can’t believe it. This pussy is amazing. Squeezing me dry of all my cum, all I'm able to give her.” He was very poetic when he had sex with you.
Always whispering praise and sweet affirmations in your ear while he rutted into you like a delicate yet vicious animal that teases its prey.
He slowly pulls out of you but you stop him. “Can we just stay like this, connected together? You're warm.” He chuckles at this but indulges you anyway. “Okay sweetheart, that’s fine.” He pushes back into you, keeping his cum inside of you.
You moan softly and he kisses you once more, shushing you as he eases back into you. “Gosh, this pussy was made for me.” He whispers before you both drift off into a slumber so good, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.
Case file #8: Victim- Yuta Okkostu
Yuta was a yearner. A huge one. Whatever you wanted, Yuta was there.
Yuta was more than obsessed with you. He wanted to live in your skin, live in your mind and just float around in there so your mind was clouded with nothing but him
But since he can't do that, he found a more effective way to do it.
"Mhmmm-FUCK! Yuta p-pleasee" you whine out, Yuta's cock drives into you nice annnnnnd slow. "Mhmm I can't stop, i can't get enough, your so beautiful pretty girl. Please don't make me stop." He begs, his eyes watering and his lips in such a beautiful pout.
His thrusts get faster as he continues to admire your face. His fingers trace the bridge of your nose, the soft flesh of your lips.
You loved when Yuta got like this, so drunk off your pussy to the point of no return. He caressed you gently and he handled you with such care and it made your eyes water.
"Oh am I making you feel that good pretty? You like when I fuck you like this, hmm? Tell me." His words were so soft but there was a tease behind them, he loved when you cried from pleasure.
It got him off. He loved knowing that only he could make you feel that way. "Mhmm Y-Yuta please, it feels so good i'm so close."
When you and Yuta made love or had sex, he was so intimate with you. And not just on a sexual level but almost in a spiritual level. Like he needed you in his soul.
He needed you both to be one with the other. And since he can't forge you guys together, he'll do it by rubbing his cock against you, inside of you, touching and caressing your mosts sacred parts.
All to make the love of his life feel good.
"mhmm right there Yuta, p-please? I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
"Good, that's kind of what I want." He chuckles, you giggle as well, the pleasure starting to wash over you. Your toes curl, your hands leave marks and scratches along his back.
Sex was always so carefree with Yuta, you both could giggle and laugh together, make mistakes together, it was all so intimate you never want it to end.
He was your and you were his. Especially when you got to watch him fall apart for you, the look in his eyes when he's close.
Gosh missonary was always his favorite position. He loved the look of absolute destruction and submission on your face.
He loved when you looked like you absolutely needed him to make you feel this way. He's glad you need only him to feel this way.
"Can you give me one more please? I want to cum with you. I want to feel you squeeze around me while put my cum in you, please pretty girl?" His whines get higher signaling that he's close.
"Yeah...nghh I can Yuta, please cum inside me, I need it so bad." You wrap your legs around him tighter, his hands caress your waist, gliding up and down. It soothes you.
"hah-gonna cum, gonna cum! Ooh baby please, let me cum inside it's what I nee, wanna see my pretty girl so nice and full of me." His words slur together.
He sounds like a broken record, just spills of your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer. His cum seeps into you, nice and warm and sticky.
'mmph, y-yes!" Your cunt squeezes Yuta, "Fuck, milk me of everything. Someone seems needy." He chuckles lightly and you whimper. "Shut up Yuta." You cover your face, the both of you spent and tired.
Sticky from cum and sweat combined. You shy away from Yuta, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. He thrusts into. you again and your pussy squirts all over him. He slows his pace, eyes wide and mesmerized as you cunt continues to gush around his as he slowly pulls out.
"wow, I made you feel that good princess? You love me that much?"
"I sad shut up." You glared at him as his signature smile begins to form on his face. "alright alright, just let me take care of you now."
He cleans you up and gets you dressed, in one of his shirts to be exact. He changes the sheets, taking them to the washing machine before coming back with a glass of water.
You smile at him and he smiles back warmly. The bright light of the moon peering down to illuminate his handsome face.
"I love you Yuta, thank you." He kisses your forehead an scoots closer to you as your hands snake around his neck.
He nudges his nose with yours and whispers, "I love you more my beautiful girl. Get some sleep." You start to drift off as Yuta whispers sweet affirmations in your ear.
He was more than just pussy drunk, he was completely and utterly in love.
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ꫂ᭪݁ Summary: Y/n was the middle child of Tonowari and Ronal, she gets treated unfairly by them and when one day she was sat crying a certain omaticaya boy found her.
ꫂ᭪݁ warnings: none ?
ꫂ᭪݁ Part: I
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It was like any other day on the reef for most people atleast, children running around laughing or swimming, the warriors talking about a next hunt they were planning the new arrivals called the sully family arrived not to long ago so many people were still uncertain about them but life continued
Y/n was sat in her family's marui pod watching her sister Tsireya and her mother Ronal
Ronal teaching Tsireya how to work with the medicine to heal people
Y/n shuffled closer with a hopeful look on her face "could i learn too mother?" she asked politely her hand reaching out to grab a leaf stopping when Ronal hit her hand away
"not today. Tsireya has to learn to take on as Tsahik and besides you will fumble anyways." Ronal said harsher then how she spoke to Tsireya and Aonung
Y/n her ears went flat her heart aching as she forced a shaky smile "Alright mother" she spoke softly
as she stood up and walked out of the marui pod ignoring Tsireya's apologetic expression
Y/n arrived at the shore seeing her father and brother sitting with some warriors getting gear ready for their hunt Y/n took a deep breath and ran over "do you need any help, Father?" she asked with a smile
Tonowari didn't even glance her way as he shooed her away "no, you will just be in the way" he spoke
Y/n her face fell her ears dropping again this time her bottom lip trembled "right" she whispered before walking away
do they not love me?
am i a burden to them?
she thought to herself while arriving to her spot somewhere away from the reef where she came whenever she wanted to be alone
she sat down and pulled her legs against her chest as tears spilled from her eyes
"i dont understand, i try my best everyday i clean the marui, i clean the gear i try to learn how to cook so mother doesn't have too, but nothing seems to work to get their love Eywa please what did i do wrong" she sobbed to herself
the ache in her chest not leaving as she placed her head in her knees her body shaking with her sobs
Y/n her ear twitched when she heard footsteps she looked up wiping her face quickly, frowning when she saw one of Toruk Makto's children
Lo'ak to be exact
when the boy noticed her he gave her a sheepish smile "i'm sorry i didn't know anyone was here" he spoke stopping when he saw a tear on her cheek
he took a step closer before sitting down "are you okay?"
Y/n rolled her eyes a she wiped the tear and turned her head away so he wouldn't be able to see her face as much "i'm fine" she replied but the shaking in her voice gave it away along with her ears that we're still flat
Lo'ak scootched a small bit closer making sure she didn't mind
"i know we don't really know each other that well but you can talk to me i dont snitch"
Y/n glanced at Lo'ak
maybe it wont be that bad to talk to someone
she thought before sighing
"promise to not say anything" Y/n spoke firmly her eyes not leaving Lo'ak's
Lo'ak nodded "here pinky promise" he said as he held up his pinky
Y/n frowned "piky what" she tried to pronounce pinky promise but the foreign words on her tongue felt weird
Lo'ak's face changed to a sheepish smile forgotting that it was somthing human "right sorry, its a human thing my dad taught us when we were young pinky promise means a binding promise, basically that whatever is being said here will not leave this place, and u just wrap the pinky around mine" Lo'ak explained
Y/n her ears were pointed up as she listened clealry interested
"or in this case we can call it ring promise, since you well dont have a fifth finger" Lo'ak said sheepishly before holding up his ring finger
Y/n gave a small nod as she wrapped her ring finger around Lo'ak's
"so whats up" Lo'ak said as their ring fingers dropped
"i just...feel not loved by my parents, my mother she is busy with training Tsireya to become the next Tsahik and my father is busy training Aonung to become a warrior, every time i try being included...they ignore me or just shoo me away a-and" Y/n spoke her voice shaky as tears appeared back in her eyes
"i try, i really try to be noticed Lo'ak i am learning how to cook so my mother doesn't have to, i clean, i try coming on hunts but they don't notice me and i dont know what i did wrong or what the great mother has planned for me or if she even turned her back to me" tears rolled on her cheeks as she finally got all of her feelings out
Lo'ak listened his ears flat as his hand came to rub Y/n's back
he knows her feelings to well, he feels the same with his father, like he has to rpove himself to be seen or to feel loved
"i know how you feel Y/n, i have the same feelings with my dad, but that doesn't mean Eywa turns her back on us we are her children and she has a plan for us, everything will become better with time, now you have me and i have you we understand each other
thats a gift from the great mother" he spoke slowly trying to find the words since he hasn't always been good at comforting someone
for the rest of the day Y/n and Lo'ak stayed at the secret hideout talking about their feelings and getting to know each other
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GUYSSS i hope you enjoy it and i am trying to make this sad and like i hope it is sad cuz i cannot tell!!!
He stripped your panties off, tossing them aside with a heavy breath, leaving your core exposed to the cool air. He held himself back, gripping your hips instead, looking down at you. He was practically vibrating with need, his breathing erratic. “Need to taste you… missed your pretty cunt”
Without waiting for a response, he buried his face between your legs, inhaling deeply. He groaned against your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He started with gentle kisses, slowly working his way towards your slit.
“Oh—” your breathing catches in your throat, your hand going to his hair.
His tongue slowly parted your folds, licking a slow line from bottom to top. You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned against your core, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. He started lapping at you like a man starved, his tongue circling your clit before dipping inside you.
He was relentless - alternating between flat, soothing licks and flicking his tongue directly on your clit. His hands slid under your thighs, pushing them wider apart to get better access. He groaned against you, the vibration making you gasp.
“D-don’t stop… please… I’m so close”
Your hips bucked, fingers tangling in his hair. He took you into his mouth, sucking your clit while his tongue worked inside you. He groaned against your core, your juices dripping down his chin. He didn't need to be told twice. He continued his assault—licking, sucking, swirling his tongue around your clit before dipping back inside, his nose bumping against your clit. When you bucked wildly against his mouth, he held you still, refusing to let you move.
He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire, never stopping his ministrations. He saw your face contorted with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape. He pushed two fingers inside you while continuing to suck on your clit, knowing exactly what would make you lose control.
You came against his mouth with a loud cry, your hips bucking wildly against his face. He held you down, drinking in every pulse and wave of your orgasm. He continued to lick you through it, gentle and tender now, bringing you down slowly. When you stopped trembling, he kissed your inner thigh and looked up at you, his lips and chin glistening.
soft!kuna when you’re upset and not answering your phone
based off of this ask !
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it starts with a text.
kuna: open the door. you blink at your phone.
it’s barely eight. you haven’t answered anyone all day. not your friends. not your roommate. not even him. another buzz.
kuna: i know you’re in there.
you sigh, drag yourself out of bed, and crack the door open. he’s standing with a grocery bag in one hand and two drinks balanced in the other.
“…hi.” you mumble.
“hey, ma.” sukuna studies your face for all of three seconds before his expression softens.
“you’ve been crying.”
you immediately look away.
“i’m fine, ryo.”
“yeah?” he raises an eyebrow.
you glance back up at his face, trying to keep your face indifferent. sukuna looks back at you with a unbelieving face.
“you’re annoying.” you huff, stepping aside so he can come in.
“i’ve been told.” he carefully sets everything down on your table like he’s done it a hundred times before.
“brought you dinner.”
“…i wasn’t hungry.”
“didn’t ask.”
you roll your eyes.
“that’s my girl. always rolling her eyes at me.”
despite yourself, the corner of your mouth twitches. sukuna sees the change in your expression and smiles.
“there it is.”
“don’t.”
“don’t what?”
“ryo, you point out every time i almost smile.”
“can’t help it.”
“yes you can.” you groan, flopping back onto your bed.
he disappears into your dorm kitchen for a minute before coming back with two forks.
“eat with me. i didn’t buy you food and come all this way for nothing.”
you don’t reply, biting your tongue gently.
“please?”
hearing him say that makes you look up. sukuna almost never says please.
“…okay.”
he sets down the food he brought, and the two of you eat in comfortable silence. well, at least comfortable for him. for you, every bite feels like work.
after a while, he sets his fork down.
“talk to me, baby.”
you shake your head. “don’t know what to say.”
“start anywhere.”
you hesitate, of course you do. why should sukuna have to listen to all your stupid problems?
sukuna’s hand reaches out, placing it over yours.
“baby.”
“…everything feels wrong.” you whisper.
he nods, and doesn’t interrupt.
“i’m behind on assignments and i feel like i just keep messing things up. with my friends, and my family it’s just…i don’t even know why i’m crying anymore.” your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate that it does.
you hate crying. especially in front of him.
unfortunately, you can’t stop the slow flow of tears streaming down your face.
before you can even think of apologizing, sukuna’s already reaching over. his thumb brushes slowly across your knuckles.
“you’re allowed to.”
“…allowed what?”
“to have bad days. everybody has days where everything feels like shit.”
he gently squeezes your hand. all you do is stare at him. your heart aches.
“i’m sorry, ryo.”
he frowns immediately.
“for what, baby?”
“being… like this.”
“don’t. don’t apologize for needing comfort.”sukuna says it so simply. like it never occurred to him that you’d think otherwise.
he reaches over and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“i don’t only wanna be around you when you’re happy, ma. i don’t want you to have to pretend in front of me. you can be vulnerable, you know. i wanna be around all of you. especially the sad parts.”
your eyes sting again.
“don’t cry, hun.”
“i’m trying not to, ryo.”
“come here.” he whispers, opening his arms slightly.
you don’t hesitate.
you lean into him, and his arms are already wrapping around you, hugging you carefully.
never too tight. never like he’s trying to fix you. just enough to remind you he isn’t going anywhere.
sukuna rests his cheek against the top of your head.
“you know what we’re doing tomorrow?”
“what?” you mumble into his hoodie.
“absolutely nothing.” he responds, his fingers threading through your slightly tangled strands.
“…nothing? that sounds boring.”
“exactly.” sukuna smiles against your hair. you think for a bit.
“can we order food?”
“whatever you want, ma.”
“watch a movie?”
“of course, sweetheart. but you’re not allowed to think about school for one night.” sukuna added, looking down into your eyes.
“that’s impossible.”
“good thing i’ve been told i’m very persuasive.”
you pull back just enough to look at him.
there’s a soft and reassuring smile on his face.
sukuna presses a small and gentle kiss onto your forehead.
“i love you, sweetheart.”
“i love you too, ryo.”
and for the first time that day, the room didn’t feel quite so heavy.
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bf!toji when you call him "pretty" for the first time
toji wasn't paying much attention at first, too focused on his phone. half listening, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, looking as uninterested as always.
then you said it.
"you're pretty." you say. admiring him from the side. his soft hair and hard face features. looking like he came out of a dream.
his thumb stopped moving. "...what?"
you blinked, biting back a smile. "i said you're pretty."
a laugh left him, not because it was funny but because nobody has ever called him that. ever. it sounded so foreign to him.
handsome? sure. hot? oh, all the time.
but pretty?
toji looked at you like you just spoke another language.
"you look confused, 'ji." you smile, moving to sit closer to him. you wrap your arms around his big hand and lean into him.
"it's a weird thing to call me."
"how come?" you ask.
"come on, baby. i look far from pretty. i look okay."
you scoff, feigning offence. you sit up and face him, brows furrowed. "how dare you say my boyfriend looks just "okay"?" you get on his lap, your palms on his cheeks.
he puts his phone completely away, focused on just you.
"okay? just okay??" you repeat.
he bites back a grin. "you know what i mean."
you cup his cheeks tighter, squishing them together. the sight almost makes you laugh. "look at you."
"i'm looking at you." he teases, arms circling around your waist.
you huff. "these eyes.." you look into his eyes. "so pretty, breathtaking even."
you run your fingers through his hair. "the hair. soft and pretty."
he rolls his eyes. "you're making things up."
"this face?" you lean in, your nose almost touching his. "the prettiest."
his ears redden, so does his cheeks. "are you done?"
"my pretty boy."
he groans, dropping his head back and then straightening up and kissing you.
"i fucking love you. god, baby." he mumbles against your lips. "so sweet to me."
toji accidentally crushes you while he sleeps :: sfw
the distant hum of the ac and toji’s snores were the only sounds disrupting the silence in the quiet room. your eyes darted to the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:27AM, written in a big, red angular font that provided a faint glow in the dark. you were supposed to be sleeping, but you just couldn’t. the room was freezing, the blanket felt too crisp and stiff, and the only source of warmth was the radiating heat from toji’s dead weight.
your freezing body scooted closer to him in the king sized bed, giving his huge bicep a tiny nudge. and just like an automatic door, he spread his arm out to give you space beside him. his warmth enveloped you immediately.
a low, sleepy mumble slipped from his lips which sounded like an unfinished attempt of an affectionate word. “mmm..lou”
even as he was still lost in a haze of sleep, his body naturally craved the soft touch of your skin. it was almost like you were a human medicine; no matter how upset or stressed out he was, you were always the cure that he looked for.
with a groan that sounded more animalistic than human, he shifted his weight and draped his entire body over yours until it knocked out all the air in your lungs. you let out a pained wheeze as his warmth spread all over you faster than than a wildfire. and just like that, the coldness of the room was forgotten, but you had another problem to deal with.
“hhngg- get…off”, you managed to choke out as his weight made it hard for you to even take a breath. every deep, structural rumble he let out was a vibration you could feel more than hear. and it was painful, like actually really painful. it was a deep, ache that somehow stung at the same time. and despite how cute it was that he was using you as a pillow, the stinging sensation in your chest hurt so bad that you wanted to scream right then and there.
no matter how hard your small hands shoved at his broad shoulders, he would not budge.
“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, TOJI!!”
he let out a choked, violent gasp when your yell hit him like a gunshot. “AHK-!”, the sheets rustled frantically when he scrambled to lift some of his weight off you. and for a moment, he flashed you a dangerous scowl with predatory, narrowed eyes that glowed in the dark. but his facial expression melted as quick as it appeared when he recognized the scent of your sweet vanilla shampoo.
“oh, shit. you alright?”, he blinked at you in the dark, his gaze roaming around your body to see if he hurt you in his deep slumber. he actually had; now your breasts ached. you crossed your arms over your chest, pressing your palms flat against your breasts as they still throbbed from the boulder like pressure on them.
“im fine”, you muttered as you turned to your side. a tiny, frustrated huff escaped you, and that made his chest ache in a way he didn’t know how to describe. a different ache from yours obviously. a part of you thought his concern was cute, another part of you convinced you that you were mad. and even though his concern wasn’t said directly from him, it was shown in the way he was still hovering over you, tracking the way your arms were protecting your own boobs. his confusion almost made you laugh.
you could see how his mind jumped to different conclusions by the furrow of his brows. did he accidentally bite on them while he slept? did he squeeze them unconsciously? fuck, was he really that obsessed?
wait a minute…
he then ran a massive, calloused hand down his face, his shoulders shaking with a silent, sleepy chuckle at how ridiculous the situation was.
“are you serious? i flattened your tits?”
fun fact: im flat and when i was writing this, i was too scared to press on my own chest to feel the sensation, so i had to google up how it would feel if ur boobs got crushed
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.
" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.
you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "
" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.
" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.
the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there.
you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick
“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp.
“bathroom.”
he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor.
-
“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic.
“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.
“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.”
“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap.
“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones.
“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.” sukuna teased.
“blah blah blah we get it asshat.”
sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice.
“babe, you takin’ a shit?”
a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, “yea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.”
his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, “okay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.”
needy bastard. “kuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.” you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine.
he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed “almost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-”
the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly.
sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry.
“black shoes or brown shoes?” you cocked a brow at him.
“fuck, you look gorgeous baby.” he answered completely ignoring your question, “where we goin’?”
you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, “thank you. okay so black or brown?”
“brown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.” he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks.
“ryo you can’t come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.”
girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,
“nonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.” it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasn’t.
“ryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.”
“did not.”
“did too.”
“did not.”
“ryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said ‘okay ill drive you.” you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror.
“There's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.” he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.
“sukuna i promise you i’m not lying.” you paused with your purse and keys in hand.
“fine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.” he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door.
you tsked, “mhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.”
“what.”
“we’re picking them up, remember?”
“you’re shittin’ me.”
-
after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the ‘you’re a guy what do you think?’ question approximately fifteen times, sukuna finally got to the restaurant.
your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel,
“thank you for dropping us off kuna.” you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head.
“call me if anything.” he responded in a low mumble.
“i know i know.” you smiled before turning to open your door.
“wait.” you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,
“i’m fucking the shit out of you when you get home.”
you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled back
“promise?”
sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, “pinky.”
you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so.
-
sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.
after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didn’t, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.
“ryo.”
“hm.”
“my friendsss saidd they loveeyou.”
“really?” shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didn’t even bother to say his name properly.
you nodded slowly under the sheets.
“why’s that?”
a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut “they said… youmake mee glow.”
“they’re idiots.”
you snorted, “loveeyouu.”
“i love you too brat.”
he couldn’t even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.
frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)
even though sukuna wasn’t very vocal, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasn’t pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in awe—you looked beautiful under him just as always—but something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.
“don’t go silent on me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “i need to hear you.”
you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.
“are you embarrassed?” sukuna asked. “there’s no need to be, i promise.”
you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasn’t like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didn’t want to do it alone.
“taking me so well,” sukuna groaned. “so fucking tight you’d think i didn’t take good care of you.”
you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldn’t think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasn’t sure if he could finish just yet.
sukuna decided instead of telling you you weren’t alone, he’d show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.
“‘kuna,” you whined without even realizing it. “feels s’good.”
“there she is. my pretty girl, don’t hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?”
you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.
“you’re close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.”
you weren’t as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.
“to be honest, i don’t think i can go again without hearing you,” he admitted. “don’t be afraid, i got you. always.”
he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything he’s done, and he’s done a lot of shit.
“that asshole was putting his hands on you” he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes “so yes, again” you’ve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.
“look at me, not my tits ryomen” you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up “yes ma’am” you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(he’s been getting on their nerves also)
“when I say no stupid shit, that means no-” you give him a hard slap “-jail, got it?” he just nods his face didn’t even budge, of course you don’t intend to harm your husband and you’re not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.
“yes ma’am” he nods again, “can you bail me now?” you roll your eyes “im not picking you up again, call choso” ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance “but i want you to pick me up” if anyone didn’t know any better, he’s whining for you to pick him up.
“no ryo” he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in “cmon woman, stop being a brat” his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.
you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, “last time” “i promise baby” he smirks.
you both know this definitely isn’t the first, nor the last.
ps. ok pinky promise this is the last drabble after this ima finish two more request than boxer choso is coming😭 taglist : : @in-aa @chewiebee @applelite @crybabylulu @yassifie-d @ai-no-tegami @silverwfern @oksukuna
child of divorce yuji forcing you to call your ex!husband sukuna to say goodnight.
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you had refused all week to give into yuji's plan that he had stolen from the internet. you were mature, healed and too busy to deal with these little dares. but it was up until one bored evening where you had finally succumbed to his challenge.
Your phone was on speaker, with the line ringing for the contact name of your ex-husband which was simply titled 'sukuna'.
no love hearts, no kisses or nicknames. you were completely over him and have been for years. the only reason you stay in touch with him is for Yuji's sake.
"I don't think he'll pick up yuj' " you murmured to him slightly. "your dad's been busy these past few days.'
and just like the old days, Sukuna always manages to prove you wrong -he always needed to embarrass you, even when he wasn't even here in the flesh.
"hello?" a coarse voice rings out on the other end of the line.
"hello." you respond and immediately you feel your stomach fall in knots. you're nervous. and you don't even know why.
looking up at yuji, his expectant face is watching eagerly as if he enjoys torturing you. he mouths "say it! say it!" and you feel like you have no choice but to continue with your dare.
you swallow down your nerves and attempt to speak as nonchalant as possible. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight."
There's a pause and there's something inside you that just knows how much he's smirking right now.
"Oh really?" he starts putting on a sultry tone, "you haven't done that in a while, is something wrong?"
you pull a face, willing your body to not fall for his tone of voice. no you won't fall like you did all those years ago. absolutely not. "No, I just wanted to say goodnight."
"do you need me to come over and tuck you in as well or....?"
"no! uhm, I mean no I'm fine but y'know I hope you have a good night."
yuji's meanwhile in the corner of the room clenching his stomach and trying his hardest not to let out a laugh.
"hmmm."
"what?"
"cut the crap."
"I'm not-" you start but sukuna manages to cut you off pretty quickly.
"listen, either tell me what you really want or don't bother wasting my time."
you pull a face, "me telling you good night is a waste of your time now?"
"yes."
"what are you even doing right now? it's 11pm and i know you don't have shit to do."
"don't turn this on me, baby, this is all about you."
"don't call me baby." you mutter.
"then don't call me to say good night."
you roll your eyes, you should have known that even the conversation of 'good night' would naturally turn into an argument between the two of you.
"is yuji good? you sure you don't need me to come over to help take care of a pre-teen?" he mocks.
"i don't" you bite, "i was just being kind and saying goodnight, i know how lonely it must get over there. are you sure you're doing alright?" your tone is filled with sarcasm, attempting to play sukuna at his favourite game.
"i dunno', " he starts, "i might need to come over to your bed so you can keep me company.'
you immediately hang up. you're done and finished. whilst yuji's laughing away in the corner all you can do is roll your eyes at the conversation.
but there's a little part.
a little part of you that you won't ever admit to yourself that misses him.
unbeknownst to you, on the other side there's still a smirk on sukuna's face as he sets the phone down, ruminating on the fact that there's also a part of him that misses you.
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there.
you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick
“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp.
“bathroom.”
he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor.
-
“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic.
“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.
“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.”
“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap.
“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones.
“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.” sukuna teased.
“blah blah blah we get it asshat.”
sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice.
“babe, you takin’ a shit?”
a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, “yea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.”
his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, “okay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.”
needy bastard. “kuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.” you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine.
he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed “almost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-”
the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly.
sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry.
“black shoes or brown shoes?” you cocked a brow at him.
“fuck, you look gorgeous baby.” he answered completely ignoring your question, “where we goin’?”
you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, “thank you. okay so black or brown?”
“brown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.” he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks.
“ryo you can’t come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.”
girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,
“nonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.” it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasn’t.
“ryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.”
“did not.”
“did too.”
“did not.”
“ryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said ‘okay ill drive you.” you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror.
“There's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.” he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.
“sukuna i promise you i’m not lying.” you paused with your purse and keys in hand.
“fine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.” he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door.
you tsked, “mhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.”
“what.”
“we’re picking them up, remember?”
“you’re shittin’ me.”
-
after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the ‘you’re a guy what do you think?’ question approximately fifteen times, sukuna finally got to the restaurant.
your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel,
“thank you for dropping us off kuna.” you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head.
“call me if anything.” he responded in a low mumble.
“i know i know.” you smiled before turning to open your door.
“wait.” you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,
“i’m fucking the shit out of you when you get home.”
you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled back
“promise?”
sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, “pinky.”
you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so.
-
sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.
after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didn’t, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.
“ryo.”
“hm.”
“my friendsss saidd they loveeyou.”
“really?” shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didn’t even bother to say his name properly.
you nodded slowly under the sheets.
“why’s that?”
a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut “they said… youmake mee glow.”
“they’re idiots.”
you snorted, “loveeyouu.”
“i love you too brat.”
he couldn’t even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.
sukuna was used to getting hit on. normally, he flat out rejects anyone that even makes an attempt to flirt with him. tonight he's taken you on one of your usual date nights, but imagine his surprise when the woman who approaches your table is hitting on you instead of him!
"ryo. ryo, ryo, ryo, i don't know what to get!" you pout, extending a leg underneath the table to graze your husband's calf as he grunts, brows pinched together in concentration as he stares down at the menu
"doesn't matter. i'm ordering half the stuff they have here anyway... you hungry for dessert too?" he questions, and you give him a deadpan look before he dramatically rolls his eyes, eliciting a giggle from you that has the corner of his mouth tipping upwards in a smirk
"fatty," he murmurs, and you make a point to dig the tip of your heel into his shoe, yet even through the pain, he maintains that annoying grin, and you shake your head with a laugh
the restaurant sukuna chose to take you out to tonight was located on the outer edges of the city near the water. your seating is overlooking the ocean, and you're not sure where you should stare—either at the lapping waves shimmering underneath the sparkling sun, or at your husband (an equally irresistible sight). he's wearing a tight black shirt with the first few buttons open, revealing the intricate details of his tattoos and the large expanse of his muscles and chest
a waitress eventually approaches your table. she's pretty—tall, lean, and wearing a dark red lipstick that suits her well—and you feel your heart sink a bit. you're sure she was staring at your table earlier, and you'd already assumed she was keeping an eye out on sukuna. almost subconsciously, you sit a little taller in your chair as she greets you two
"hello! i hope you guys are doing well. what can i get started?" she starts in an extra sweet voice, and you avoid her eyes and instead drum a single manicured finger against the table to distract yourself
you know you have nothing to feel insecure about, but anyone would feel a bit down if attractive women were constantly hitting on their husband, right?
without looking up, sukuna starts
"i'll have a plate of crab cakes, four fish tacos, one chicken marsala, one miso marinated black cob, two fettuccini pastas, one lobster ravioli, and one lava cake—and the center of it better not be undercooked. my wife doesn't like whenever it happens and i want her dessert to be nothing short of perfection." sukuna finishes, and the waitress looks genuinely distressed as she quickly jots down everything he said
"uhm, and all that is for just the two of you?" she questions hesitantly, and sukuna's gaze snaps up with a scowl
"yeah. and?"
you try to stifle your laughter as she quickly shakes her head with a smile, still writing everything down. your husband was... a bit of a big eater.
"no, no, i was just wondering— oh. did you say wife?" she frowns, and you try not to wince at twinge of disappointment in her voice
"if you were thinking i'm single, you're out of luck." sukuna states boldly, not bothering to give her any further attention as he folds up the menu and hands it to her
"uhm... i wasn't wondering about you. i was wondering about you." — and suddenly her gaze is pinned on you, and your eyes widen a fraction
"me?" you squeak in disbelief, and she smirks. it's cocky and slanted and it instantly reminds you of your husband's habit when he's teasing you, and you can't even try to hide the smile on your face as you cover it with your hand, caught off gaurd and embarrassed
"yes, you. you are beautiful. so, are you happily married to this guy, or just marri—"
"that's enough." sukuna stammers, and he looks genuinely mortified by the look of curiosity on your face. you giggle, shaking your head
"thank you... you're very beautiful too." you smile, and she actually blushes at your words, telling you she'll be out with your food soon as she walks back inside the restaurant with a lot more pep in her step than before
sukuna reaches over to pull your hand out of your lap and onto the table, and he adjusts your ring with furrowed brows as you giggle
"ryo—"
"i can't believe that woman's audacity—hitting on my wife! when i get home, i am writing the most deplorable review of this restaurant." he snaps as you let out a sudden laugh
"don't be silly, you big grump! she was nice," you smile, and he drags a hand down his face as if this was the worst day of his entire life.
sukuna wasn't used to women hitting on you. no man ever tried because all six feet of your husband was always looming behind you like a guard dog just waiting to rip someone's head off for looking at you too long, but he never suspected he had to look out for women too!
his brows are furrowed as he rubs a thumb over the diamond on your ring finger, and your gaze softens before you cradle his own larger hand in your own and press a kiss onto his knuckles. he blinks at you a few times before turning away with a huff, the tips of his ears a light shade of pink
"you're mine. you'll never indulge in anyone that tries anything with you, right?" he murmurs, still staring at your interlocked hands as you pout
"of course not." you promise gently, and he seems satisfied by your response as he holds your hand firmly in his own
after a moment of thought, he opens his mouth once again
"do you think we should make out to confirm our status for everyone else here?"
You accidentally knock on your brother Toji's neighbor's door instead of his. Unfortunately for you, his neighbor happens to be Sukuna.
Warm autumn air drifts lazily across the cracked parking lot, pushing brittle leaves over the worn asphalt. The car finally slows to a stop, the engine cutting off in front of the old red-brick fraternity house.
You climb out, the crisp fall air brushing pleasantly against your skin. Out of habit, you adjust the leather strap of your bag on your shoulder, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting in your chest.
You won't even be starting college until next year.
The trunk slams open behind you with a dull thud.
Your dad, grumbling under his breath like always, starts unloading boxes while your mom immediately begins counting the endless bags of homemade food they brought for Toji. Of course they couldn't show up empty-handed. Your brother's always had a ridiculous appetite after spending hours at the gym.
"Go get your brother," your mom says without even looking up. "Tell him to help your father."
"Mhm..."
Your answer comes out quiet, almost absentminded. You give a lazy nod before heading toward the fraternity house.
You think Toji's room is on the second floor...
Or was it the first?
The last time you were here, you'd been too caught up in your own thoughts to pay attention to where you were going. By the time you reach the porch, you realize you've completely forgotten the layout.
Thankfully, the heavy oak front door is closed.
You reach out and press the old brass doorbell.
Nothing.
For what feels like forever.
Nearly a full minute passes before slow, dragging footsteps finally echo from somewhere inside.
A heavy lock clicks.
The door swings open.
A guy stands in front of you.
He's ridiculously tall.
Maybe even taller than Toji.
Messy snow-white hair sticks out in every direction like he'd just rolled out of bed. He lets out a huge yawn, lazily rubbing the back of his neck before squinting against the bright afternoon sun.
Only then does he finally look at you.
His eyes—an impossibly vivid shade of blue—study you with open curiosity.
For a few seconds, he just... stares.
Then the corners of his lips curl into an easy, welcoming smile.
"Well, hey there."
His voice catches you off guard.
Deep.
Smooth.
Relaxed in a way that sounds almost effortlessly confident.
You suddenly forget how to speak under that unwavering gaze.
"Uh... hi."
Your voice wavers.
"I'm... Toji's little sister."
You clear your throat.
"My parents are here. I just came to grab him so he can help unload everything."
The blond lifts an eyebrow.
Something playful flickers in those bright blue eyes.
"Sister?"
His tone makes it sound less like a question and more like he's trying to figure out whether you're messing with him.
"Yeah."
He watches you for another second before his smile widens, faint dimples appearing in his cheeks.
Just like that, every trace of sleepiness disappears from his face.
"Satoru."
He gives you a small, polite nod.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
Satoru steps aside in one smooth motion, letting you into the cool, dim entrance hall.
"Second floor. End of the hallway, then take a right."
"Thanks."
You nod quickly before hurrying past him, trying very hard not to hold your breath—or look around too much.
You're already halfway up the old wooden staircase when a quiet chuckle reaches your ears from behind.
Heat immediately creeps up your neck.
The hallway upstairs is silent.
You walk all the way to the end where it splits in two.
Two doors.
Facing each other.
You quickly replay Satoru's directions in your head.
Right.
So...
This one.
You knock on the painted wood.
Nothing.
You wait, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
A cold knot of anxiety slowly spreads through your chest.
You knock again.
Harder.
Still nothing.
Frowning now—and already annoyed at your brother, who's probably dead asleep—you raise your fist one more time.
This time, much louder.
The door suddenly flies open.
Your fist jerks forward into empty air.
You flinch so hard your heart nearly jumps into your throat.
Instead of a face...
You find yourself staring directly at a broad, bare chest.
It isn't Toji.
The man standing in front of you is built just as solidly—broad shoulders, thick frame, the kind of body that clearly belongs to someone used to hard training. His chest and stomach are completely bare, muscles shifting beneath his skin with even the smallest movement.
But that's not what steals your attention.
It's the tattoos.
Black markings wrap tightly around his forearms before climbing over his shoulders, stretching across the sides of his ribs and branching down his abdomen in thin, jagged lines. You even catch a few smaller markings circling his biceps.
Then your eyes drift to his face.
The same black lines run beneath his eyes and across his cheekbones, making his already sharp features look even harsher.
His hair is an unusual shade of soft peach, still slightly damp like he'd just gotten out of the shower. One loose strand hangs over his forehead, almost covering his right eye.
A desk lamp glows somewhere behind him, spilling warm amber light over one side of his body while the other remains swallowed by shadow.
He's frowning.
You can practically feel his gaze travel slowly over you, sizing you up without a hint of shame.
Slowly, he tilts his head.
There's something animalistic about the movement.
Predatory.
"A...?"
The confused sound slips out before you can stop it.
He doesn't answer right away.
His brows knit together slightly, and his expression shifts into something openly skeptical—bordering on amused.
Then he grimaces, as if the sound of your voice alone is enough to irritate him.
"...Who are you?"
You open your mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Heat rushes into your face, down your neck, even across your chest until your skin prickles with embarrassment.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Your words stumble over each other.
"I was looking for Toji."
Your voice comes out painfully small.
Silence.
His expression only grows flatter.
Bored.
His face practically says, Here we go again.
Apparently, girls using that excuse isn't exactly new to him.
You rush to explain before he can misunderstand any further.
"I'm his sister."
A faint smirk finally appears.
It never reaches his eyes.
He straightens up before casually leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. The movement pulls at the tattoos stretched over his muscles.
Without saying a word, he lifts one hand and points behind you.
"Toji's room is the one across the hall."
He gives a lazy nod toward the door behind your back.
Even as you turn away, the weight of his attention doesn't leave you.
He doesn't look away for even a second.
You glance over your shoulder—
—and only now notice the faded nameplate hanging on the opposite door.
Oh.
You really did get the rooms mixed up.
"Oh my God..."
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you whole.
"Thank you."
You practically flee to the correct door, putting as much distance between yourself and him as possible before knocking several times in quick succession.
Even then...
You know he hasn't moved.
His gaze still burns between your shoulder blades, making goosebumps rise across your skin.
A few seconds later, the door opens.
Toji stands there, squinting through sleep-heavy eyes as he rubs at them with one hand.
Then he recognizes you.
"Shorty?"
"Toji!"
The second you hear his voice, all the tension leaves your body.
You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face against his chest.
Still half-asleep, he pats your back automatically.
"Mom and Dad are here."
Your words tumble out in one breath.
"Dad needs help unloading everything. They brought, like... a ridiculous amount of stuff."
"They're already here?"
He drags a hand down his face, trying to wake himself up.
"It's barely fucking nine in the morning..."
You shrug.
Only after he speaks does Toji notice where your uneasy gaze is fixed.
Behind you, still leaning lazily against his own doorway, stands his neighbor.
Toji's expression changes instantly.
Every trace of sleep disappears, replaced by quiet irritation.
His whole body tenses.
"Sukuna."
His voice turns sharp.
"The fuck are you staring at?"
The stranger lets out a low chuckle.
His voice is deep, rough around the edges, but just as rich as Satoru's had been downstairs—
—but unlike Satoru's, there's something dangerous beneath it.
Something aggressive.
Sukuna.
You quietly memorize the name.
"Your kid sister decided she'd stop by my room first."
Toji shoots you a questioning look.
You shrink a little, still hiding against his shoulder.
"I... mixed up the doors..."
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
Toji clicks his tongue in annoyance, his jaw tightening.
He steps out into the hallway, stuffing his hands into his sweatpants pockets before gently nudging you forward.
"You guys heading back tonight?" he asks, never taking his eyes off Sukuna.
"Yeah."
You nod.
"We're leaving later."
"Shame."
That lazy, velvety voice comes from behind you, sending your pulse climbing all over again.
You glance back.
Sukuna hasn't moved.
His arms are still crossed over his chest, every inch of those black tattoos on display.
That crooked smirk is still playing on his lips.
"Aren't you staying for the party tonight?"
Toji rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.
His jaw flexes.
"Shut up," he throws over his shoulder.
"She's not going."
"Why not?"
Sukuna sounds almost amused.
"'Cause she's still too young."
The words sting far more than his attempt to protect you.
"Excuse me? I'm not! I'm already—"
You take a step forward, ready to argue—
—but Toji doesn't even acknowledge your protest.
Instead, he reaches over and plants a heavy hand on top of your head, giving it a firm squeeze.
"And don't even think about checking out my friends."
His tone is serious.
Almost warning you.
"I wasn't going to!"
You grumble, brushing your hair back into place after he ruffles it.
You're about to argue some more.
But your eyes meet Sukuna's.
He's still standing in his doorway.
Still looking at you.
Not Toji.
Not the hallway.
Not anything else.
Just...
You.
The smirk on his lips slowly spreads into something far more self-satisfied.
You don't know how long the moment lasts.
Long enough to make your pulse forget how to behave.
Maybe forever.
Then—
Thwack.
Toji smacks the back of your head.
You let out a tiny yelp, immediately dropping your gaze to the toes of your sneakers, pretending they're suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world while trying desperately to calm the frantic pounding of your heart.
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