sukubusss

[sukubusss]

how to seduce a neanderthal for dummies: sukuna edition -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

✦ ── synopsis: new school, new people, new you. or at least you thought. with the emergence of a pink-haired brute and jerk riling up your old habits, how could you not try to put him in his place?

✦ ── contents: 5.3k words, porn with too much plot, bullying, incredibly devious choso/reader dynamics, oaf and pathetic sukuna, explicit smut, dom/sub undertones, bdsm, really degrading language, orgasm control, dry humping, basically love and leashes with a bullying sub-plot. this is pretty filthy.

✦ ── a/n: thank you so so SO much to everyone who has supported me thus far. i can not believe i've managed to meet so many sweet and supportive people here and share my newfound love for writing with you guys :] i rly do hope you guys enjoy this work i'm delivering as my 1k followers special that was a request from the lovely @sstrawbaekie, she's got some amazing fic ideas!

day one. it was day one and you could already feel your eye twitching.

you’d stepped into the classroom, dragging your feet at yet another new private university, somehow smaller than the last.

you had garnered quite the academic reputation—getting into far too many fights for reasons you could only describe with a phrase as “justice is the constant and perpetual will to allot to every man his due.”

…or in simpler terms, you hated bullies.

you couldn’t stand the instinctive feeling that nearly had you gagging whenever you’d see some frail boy shoved into a locker at the hands of some brute, or a trio of popular girls tugging the braids of some newbie nerd who kept apologizing for her hiccups induced from fear.

without fail, a deep scowl etched tight lines across your face as you watched some cliché scenario unfold. and without fail, you stepped in.

you weren’t really one for words, asking the culprit you caught red handed to stop, or else. and they always chose the harder option, making you scoff at their lack of preservation before you swiped their jaw in one quick move.

were you really the villain here?

so what if you fought violence with violence? you couldn’t help the rage that burned like an untamed blaze in your gut, the one thing to douse it being swift and timely justice.

however, you were definitely on your last straw now. your father’s anger was only snowballing with each meeting with the dean ending in expulsion despite him paying a hefty sum for them to even take in a student with such a track record—dragging you home by the ear this last time and swearing that you were on your own now.

like, who’s parents were this involved in their post-secondary education?

but, of course, on your very first day, the first thing that you witness?

injustice.

“over there, you moron.”

you plopped down into your seat, dragging your hands over your face as you rested a cheek against your palm, bleakly focusing your gaze on the other side of the classroom.

there was a beastly pink-haired man, arms crossed over his chest and a leg propped pridefully against his chair, pointing at something on the floor.

beside him, a weary looking brown-haired boy with a dark stripe across his face, actively sweating as he crawled across the floor.

you glanced around the classroom, seeing how everyone was occupied with their friends or their phones.

as if this was the kind of thing they’d witness every other day.

“i-i don’t see what you’re talking about, sukuna,” he breathed out, squinting his eyes as his palms slapped the tile floors.

you adjusted your stiff button-up, now somewhat distracted with the atrocious uniform this school provided. why on earth was your skirt above your knees?

“oi, i found it,” the guy you assume is sukuna declared.

the raven-haired boy glanced behind his shoulder, only to be met with a pencil flying straight at his face.

sukuna barked a laugh, tossing his head back and clutching his chest, thrumming with howls. 

choso flinched, falling on an elbow without any sort of grace and cringing. 

you itched the crease permanently marked into your forehead from the display.

standing up, you paced over to the other side of the classroom, palm outstretched as you peered down at your new classmate, doing your best to conceal your pity. “you alright?”

you could feel the conversation in the classroom stall, everyone previously preoccupied with something menial dialing their full attention in on you.

still on his hands and knees, the boy glanced around as if you were talking to someone else, before peering up at you. “uh, yeah. i’m fine,” he squeaked out, doing his best to ignore the brute bristling behind him.

he took your hand in his and you could feel his nerves through his clammy hand and racing pulse. “you know you don’t have to lie, right? i’m not blind.”

he reluctantly dusted his thighs off, peering back at his bully before looking at you. his classmates began to murmur things, making his skin litter with even more goosebumps. “i-i’m not lying…” he trailed off, trying to keep his voice low.

you quirked a brow. “so i’m a liar now?”

his eyebrows shot up, nearly touching his hairline. you could see the fear that wracked him as he waved his arms, bending his knees slightly as if he was pleading to you. “no! no! i never meant to call you a liar.”

you grinned, placing a hand on your hip. “okay, then.”

you brushed past him, slapping a hand on his shoulder at encouragement that he shuddered at, before making your way towards the man who already managed to ruin your first day, and probably your last. “hey. what’s your name?”

he adjusted in his seat, giving you a quick once-over and assessing you with as much care you’d give roadkill. “what’s it to you?”

ah. the million dollar question. 

“i don’t know. think i’m just curious about the name of the guy so bored and with a brain so small, he has to entertain himself by picking on the weak.”

the immediate reaction, stifled chuckles and whispers, had sukuna clenching his jaw. his expression faltered, the smug smirk on his face now defensive. “think you’re funny?”

“yeah. i do.”

he stood from his seat, towering over you with his formidable height, but it didn’t deter you one bit. “what about now?”

you took a second to think about it, rubbing a hand against your jaw, before you took a step closer, chest nearly brushing against his midsection. “you’re about as scary as the size of your dick. which i can assume is even smaller than whatever you’ve got up there,” you emphasized your last word with a push of your finger to his forehead.

the classroom erupted in laughter, students keeling over as they watched the apex predator here get knocked down multiple pegs.

his head spun on a swivel, forehead burning with where you just touched him, and the tinge of red on the crown of his ears didn’t go unnoticed. he bore his gaze back on you, crimson eyes sparkling with a fury so red, it managed to even excite you.

but before he could get even a word out, the professor walked in, tapping her cane against the ground and asking the class to settle down.

you gracefully bowed to sukuna, pretending to tip an imaginary hat. “good day, kind sir.”

he clenched his fist, slamming it against a near table that caught the attention of everyone. 

the professor looked surprised, and somewhat startled by the action—as if they’d been waiting for the moment he’d finally had an outburst. “sukuna…” she started.

the man in question grunted, brushing past you and storming out of the classroom.

the brown-haired eyes gaped as he watched the scene unfold, as if he’d just been flashed by a homeless man, the kind of thing you’d only witness once in your life.

you had to hold back a chuckle as you made your way back to your seat, plopping down and not even noticing the tense atmosphere as everyone was still recovering from the impact of sukuna’s rage—as if it were a physical thing they could feel wafting in the air.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

fuck.

sukuna paced around the men’s bathroom, yelling at anyone who dared step inside while he gathered his thoughts.

not once had sukuna been defied, the utter lack of opposition from squirmy students and complacent teachers fearing his brooding form making it easy to get away with what he wanted.

so how did a girl like you just randomly show up and decide to break his flow of things? disrupting something that had become so natural, it was like the classroom was his habitat and he was king.

a storm of uncertainty and rage brewed in his chest.

but worst of all, the very reason why he stormed out without a word, was the way your words sent blood rushing south.

he had a raging boner. and he intended on hiding it from you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you could feel fingers tap your shoulder, a voice muffled commanding your attention as you paced out of the classroom after lecture.

you turned, just to see that pitiful boy from earlier. it was odd, he wasn’t scrawny like most victims you’d see, he was actually quite tall and had a nice build. maybe where he fell short were his crooked frames and gentle face, thrown in with his kind disposition.

not to mention, not many men can rival a massive man-child like sukuna.

you pulled your headphones off. “did you say something?”

he shuffled uncomfortably, as if sukuna was going to bite his head off for talking to you. “yeah, sorry. i just wanted to say thanks.”

you narrowed your eyes as you looked at him before shaking your head, his thanks not necessary. you were just glad it didn’t end up with your expulsion this time. “it’s fine.”

you paced on, but the guy followed you like a lost dog needing to imprint. “i’m choso, by the way.”

you gave him a soft smile before introducing yourself. “nice to meet you.”

he gripped the straps of his bag as he peered down at you, the flush on his pale cheeks evident. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was positively enamored with you. “it’s nice to meet you, too.” 

you expected him to disappear now, wanting to listen to your music as you headed to your next dreadful class, but he only continued on. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

you passed on a stiff smile as confirmation and he chuckled to himself. “what’s your next class? maybe i can show you.”

“uh, let me see,” you said, pulling your bag to your front, actively trying not to walk into anyone as you tore out your schedule. “looks likeeeee,” you drawled out, eyes scanning the sheet. “fuck. statistics. god, i’m horrible at anything math related.”

choso perked up at that, tail practically wagging. “really?” he started, rubbing his nape with a sheepish smile. “i wouldn’t mind, ya know, doing an assignment or two for you.”

you stopped dead in your tracks, turning around and smacking his arm. “this, choso, is exactly why you’re bullied. you can’t do that anymore,” you scolded, watching in real-time as his tail tucked between his legs.

he lowered his head, nodding reluctantly. “sorry. i could tutor you if you’d like.”

you grinned, sliding your schedule back into your bag and nodding. “that’s more like it.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you met up with choso later that night. he’d managed to pop up after lecture where he insisted on walking you to your next class.

he was trailing you quite a bit, but you didn’t mind the company.

especially when the company was incredibly smart.

choso was great at breaking things down without being judgmental or condescending— even when you had your head in your hands and wouldn’t stop groaning after every practice question.

“that’s the normal distribution, not the standard distribution,” he commented, pen brushing against your homework.

you winced. “is that not the same thing?”

he gave you a soft smile, almost pitiful like your earlier one. “let’s take a break.”

you reclined, shutting your eyes and manspreading as you sighed. 

he placed a forearm against the back of his chair, eyeing you cautiously.

“what?” you blurted, feeling his impromptu gaze on you.

“huh? nothing?” he warily replied immediately.

you peeked out of an eye. “you’re looking at me like you’ve got a thousand and one secrets threatening to pour from you. spill.”

he grimaced, turning to face his desk and dropping his hands to his lap. “yeah. well, i saw something today.”

you didn’t reply, waiting for him to continue.

“remember when you stood up to sukuna?” the simple utter of his name made choso shiver.

“yeah, why?” you responded, itching your scalp and trying to rid your brain from the irritation still lingering from everything statistics related. 

“well. i noticed, uh,” he trailed off, eyes drawing shut as if bracing himself.

“what, choso? spit it out.”

he inhaled sharply, before turning to you.

“he had a hard-on after you cussed him out.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

now, this definitely was not your greatest feat. but, it was by far your most devious.

that night you spent cooped up in the library with choso?

yeah, no studying related to statistics went down after his confession.

instead, you and choso became a pair of utterly miserable and twisted individuals plotting on a very evil man. it cancels out, doesn’t it?

the plan the two of you concocted, much to your boredom and desire to step on tormentors and choso’s need to be unshackled from his binds to sukuna as his favorite chew toy, was far more immoral than your previous triumphs.

it took hours of meticulous research, at least on choso’s end because you fell asleep halfway through, before it was complete.

operation: wreck ryomen sukuna.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

it started off small.

glances, comments, nudges. anything to get him riled up?

whap!

the professor smacked their ruler against their stand, glaring across the classroom. “ryomen sukuna. are you even listening?”

the man faltered, head resting against his fist as he began to lose consciousness, droning out before he was startled awake. “huh?” he grunted, rubbing his eye with his thumb.

the professor sighed, fingers tapping impatiently against the stand. “if my lecture is so lackluster since you’re obviously an expert and can spare yourself by napping, i would be pleased if you took the stand and could teach the class.”

sukuna huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms, miffed that the one instructor who said anything to his face had to do so in front of the entire class. 

and interrupt his sleep.

but suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he peered over at you, snickering to yourself in his direction.

he frowned deeply, before you motioned at him, rubbing your thumb against the seam of your lips that looked far too plush before jutting your chin towards him.

his eyebrows knitted, mimicking your gestures just to realize he had drool dribbling down his chin.

fuck.

you smiled to yourself, shifting in your chair and tossing a leg over the other. he had to tear his gaze from your nearly bare thighs.

quickly snagging a pillow choso was resting his elbows on, he placed it in his lap to conceal something rapidly rising, cursing to himself.

choso couldn’t even be mad since he knew all was going according to his plan, and you were the perfect executioner.

the next time you ran into sukuna, he’d accidentally bumped into you in the hallway.

you wasted no time shoving him with all of your effort, calling him a big oaf, before storming off.

he could barely stop his heart from slamming his ribs, fearing it’d bruise.

and at night, sukuna would lay restless, tossing and turning and shoving his inner turmoil down down down…

with his hands in his pants, mumbling your name and wrenching his shaft. 

it was pathetic. he knew it was. getting all hot and bothered by the one person who defied him.

but he couldn’t deny his unbelievable attraction to you, nor could he admit it to you.

so he lingered in that grey area, too much of a coward to admit just how badly he’d want you to touch him, feel him, kiss him…

he dragged a hand down his face. what the fuck was he thinking?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“the fuck?”

sukuna arrived to class, shoving away the jitters he had flowing through him, unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

he’s not sure if it’s from being humiliated, or having to come face to face with the very girl who humiliated him every single day.

and somehow turned him on.

on his desk, though, was a scribbled note with poor handwriting and a kiss stamp, telling him you were waiting on him in the janitor's closet on the east wing if he wasn’t a pussy.

did you want to fight him? sukuna’s never fought a girl before, nor was he planning on it.

but the residue of your lipstick was tantalizing him, almost pulling him towards the janitors closet.

maybe he’d allow you to get one fist to his jaw before he left.

in his dream-like trance, he didn’t even notice choso propped on the desk beside him, head buried in a textbook he wasn’t even reading.

sukuna crumpled the note, shoving it in his pocket and mumbling something incoherent to himself, before hurrying out of the classroom. the lecture wouldn’t be starting for another couple minutes so it was easy to slip out.

choso pulled his phone from his pocket immediately, sending a text to you.

your phone buzzed, pulling it from your shirt pocket and reading it.

choso — operation is a go :D !!! 

step one: plant the seed?  check.

you scoffed at his excited text, shoving your phone away and getting to your feet, pacing around the rather small janitors closet. 

within a couple of minutes of you sighing, you heard a couple of heavy knocks against the door, pulling your attention.

a grin tugged at your lips. “what’s the magic word?”

the guy grumbled something under his breath before responding. “please?”

you snickered. “it’s actually ‘i’m a jackass with the iq of a penny’ but that works too!”

you had no idea why you agreed to this as you pulled the door open, eyes gleaming with mischief.

you'd barely known the guy for more than a couple weeks, but you could tell that he was entirely beside himself right now.

he was actively fidgeting, running a hand across the back of his neck and glancing behind him every two seconds. he was visibly nervous.

“gonna keep looking stupid or are you gonna come in?”

his eyes met yours, mouth dropping at your attire.

you were sporting a black latex shapewear, a black baton in your hand with tassels hanging from the edge, and a leash in the other.

you had a wedgie thanks to choso accidentally ordering a size too small, a whim in hopes that sukuna would be into this kinda thing.

his face was evidence enough.

maw slack, eyes dazed, and sukuna junior making an appearance just below his belt.

“the fuck are you wearing?”

you tossed the strap of the leash around your shoulders and twisted the leather tassels of the baton in your hand before smacking sukuna’s forearm with it, enough to make him recoil.

“shut the door.”

he gave you a strange look, a shiver crawling down his spine at your commanding tone, but complied nonetheless.

step two: secure the package — check.

you brushed past his shoulder, shoving his massive form slightly out of the way and locked the door he’d just closed.

he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking a few weary peeks around the room like someone was about to jump out of an empty cardboard box with a camera yelling ‘you just got punk’d!’

“take a seat,” you pointed towards the wooden chair smack dab in the middle of the cramped space, watching sukuna’s eyes actively avoid the curve of your ass.

his heavy foot falls fell against the floor, until he plopped down and the chair creaked under his weight.

you grinned, wringing the leather in your hand, black heels clicking against the floor as you sauntered over slowly.

sukuna’s hands rested in his lap, cracking his knuckles as he avoided your gaze, tan cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

you knew he wanted this—he’d have been out of here in mere seconds if he didn’t.

which was why you placed a gloved finger below his chin, standing right between his spread bulky thighs, and directed his vision towards you. his crimson eyes flickered with irritation before softening into something you’d never seen grace his features.

he actually looked quite handsome when he didn’t look like you spit in his food.

you didn’t say a word, simply leaning forward with slow deliberation, your warm breath fanning against his lips as your faces were just inches from connecting.

and then you kissed him.

soft, guiding, claiming.

he groaned, hands going limp at his sides as you pushed his head backwards, cupping his cheeks. he’d only imagined how your lips felt, so he couldn’t have dreamt up the fireworks that were going off in his head, actively short-circuiting any sense of logic he had a grasp on.

sukuna felt as if he were prancing in a meadow, or some secret garden, blossoming a romance away from ogling eyes and nurturing something almost… pure.

his body submitted to you, kneeling at your altar with a blank-slated mind and a fluttering heart, calling for your salvation. 

oh how he’d longed for your attention in such a short time is beyond him.

you, on the other hand, had to hide the smug grin teasing at the corners of your lips, knowing you had him just where you wanted.

you pulled away for a moment, hearing the sigh of relief and wonderment trickling from his mouth, eyes teary and dazed.

tossing a leg over his, you began to straddle him, resting your leather-clothed sex right over the prominent bulge in his jeans. “you into this kinda thing?” you queried, resting a hand against his shoulder.

he blinked a couple of times, still unsure as to how he’d even managed to end up here or if he was possibly dreaming, before reluctantly nodding. you’d never seen him at such a loss for words.

“what about this?” you drawled out and thus began to test the waters. you slowly, and as seductively as possible, pulled the leash from your shoulders and began to clasp it around his neck.

you could see the moment his breath hitched, eyes darting down to where your nimble fingers worked, tracing the cool metal that made him shuffle in his seat. “i-i like it.”

as he moved in the wooden chair, you hooked a finger around the large silver circle that rested against his adam’s apple and tugged it towards you, eyes narrowing as his went wide. “did i say you could move?”

he opened his mouth, only stumbling over each and every word. “i- uh, y-you never—.”

you tugged it harder, your nose brushing against his. “use your words.”

sukuna had never wanted to kiss you more, he thinks. he cleared his throat, mustering up every ounce of courage. “you didn’t.”

“i didn’t…?”

“you didn’t, ma’am.”

you clicked your tongue, releasing the near vice-like hold on his neck and standing up. “there you go.”

not once did his eyes leave your form, greedily consuming anything you could give him.

“ya know,” you started, pacing back and forth in thought, tapping against your chin. “i thought you were fucking vile when i first saw you.”

he swallowed a thick lump, akin to a rock, lodged in his throat. he doesn’t understand why, but he craves validation from you—he wants to look good for you.

“perched up all confident and casual, not a care in the world, kicking others down for your own enjoyment.” you skimmed your fingers through your hair, before stopping in place. “and for your information, i hate jerks.”

you started towards him again, sukuna tensing up in his chair before you rounded the seat. you placed your hands against his shoulders, leaning down until your breath tickled the crown of his ear. “so why don’t we change that?”

sukuna hiccuped, wanting to look back and meet your fiery gaze, but not finding the will to do so. “change what?”

you hummed, bringing the tasseled end of the baton and caressing his neck with it, making him shiver in his seat. “change your ways, for me.”

he stilled, and you could feel the palpable hesitation in the air, as if he was weighing it between his hands.

you took the chance to press a chaste kiss against his neck, bringing your hand down to his chest and smoothing out his shirt. “you wanna be a good boy for me?”

you could feel the immediate change in reaction—cheeks flushing, breath catching in his throat, words dying on his tongue, eyes fixing on your hand.

got him.

you walked around the couch and wasted no time slipping your latex suit from you.

sukuna was quite the handsome man, his looks enough to make your stomach flip and made it incredibly easy for you to agree to choso’s planning. yet, something in you was enjoying this far more than you’d expected yourself to.

dropping your outfit to the ground, you straddled him once more, wearing nothing but black lingerie and your latex gloves.

he was speechless now, making this a lot easier.

what you didn’t expect, however, was just how… audible he could be.

you grabbed a rope from a shelf, not even caring that class had started nearly ten minutes ago, and tied his hands behind his back, whispering a soft ‘no touching’ in his ear before biting the lobe.

pushing your breasts into his face, you muffled nearly any sound he could make, grinding your already soaked cunt against his clothed erection. you could just feel how massive he was, your mind short-circuiting at the size.

“couldn’t help but notice,” you huffed through a whimper, eyes fluttering shut as you chased your own pleasure. “j-just how fucking hard you get when i poke fun at you.”

he was just huffs and grunts into the mounds on your chest, dizzy on nothing but you.

“got a thing for girls who think you’re a dick?”

he nodded reluctantly, pressing a kiss just above the lace of your bra, hands wrenching in their tight hold against the chair.

“you’re a real perv,” you jeered, claws digging into the fabric of his cotton tee.

and before you could reach that sweet peak, the quickest, neediest and most overwhelmed whine you never could’ve expected left sukuna’s lips, a damp spot growing in his pants that was certainly not your juices.

you stilled, peering down and chuckling as you pulled your breasts from his face.

he was so flushed and dazed, he almost looked cute.

you had to conceal the grin on your lips, pulling yourself from his lap and standing up.

turning around, you glanced past your shoulder and curled your fingers through the fabric of your panties, dragging them down excruciatingly slow, sukuna’s wet eyes never leaving your form.

backing up, you sat reverse-cowgirl, bare cunt sopping juices across his lap.

how badly did he want to drag his hands across your waist, up your sides, gripping the plush of your tits—. but no, he had to sit here, and take it.

“how bad do you want it?” you groaned out, feeling the fabric of his jeans catch on your clit and drawing a whimper from you.

“b-bad,” he sighed, knowing his wrists would be bruised by the time he left this closet.

“just bad?” you teased, leaning your head back against his shoulder as your hips developed a mind of their own.

he huffed, eyebrows knitting as his sexual frustration only seemed to grow by the passing second. “use me. fuck me. l-let me make you feel good,” he sighed, eyes drawing shut as the shameful admission.

and it was more than enough for you to work his jeans and boxers off, resuming your position and sinking down on his girthy length.

of all the guys you’d been with, he was definitely the thickest, each inch he fed into you practically choking you.

“f-fucking hell,” you sputtered as he twitched inside your cunt, bulging veins dragging against your syrupy walls.

he bit his lip, tossing his head back as you strangled his cock, his breaths turning shallow and raggedy. like hell if he was going to ruin this with his witless mouth, fingers flexing in their restraints as his mind muddled with thoughts of just you.

after what felt like excruciating minutes, you finally bottomed out, pussy wrapped around his shaft to the hilt, practically brushing against your lungs. you leaned forward this time, fingers finding the strap of the leash and tugging on it.

a gasp was pulled from his lips as you began to gyrate your hips, bouncing up and down at a pace you could endure.

and god, were you a sight to see even from the back. he could spot the curves of your tits bouncing, your maw hanging open, his eyes dragging down to where the two of you connected.

not to mention, you were taking him raw.

“don’t cum ‘till i tell you, prick,” you drew a sharp breath in, stomach sucking in as you chased your own sweet pleasure.

“w-won’t,” was all sukuna could spit out, eyes nearly crossing from how tight the leash was against his neck, the pressure making him dizzy.

the curve of his cock hit all the right sweet spots to pull the most saccharine sounds from you, ass meeting his pelvis with each bounce.

“you o-on the p-pill?” sukuna huffed out, sweat beading his browline, teeth clenching as he felt pre leaking from his tip, feeling his high teetering off the precipice, nearly losing any sense of his sanity.

you sighed in frustration, fingers wrapping in the leather of the leash and pulling harder. “obviously, idiot,” you groaned.

don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum. sukuna had to repeat this in his mind like a mantra, desperate for sweet relief but knowing you deserved to feel just as good as he was.

“you gonna stay a good boy for me?” you prodded, focusing on just why it was you were fucking ryomen sukuna in your new private universities janitor closet. you reached your free hand down to stimulate your neglected bundle of nerves, fingers catching just how wet you were and smearing them against your clit. “can’t have a trouble boy at my side.”

“mmf!” he nodded, eyes clamped shut as he focused on not spilling his seed into your womb, not even realizing what he was agreeing to.

“you promise? no more picking on a-anyone?” you continued, making a figure-eight motion as his tip nudged your cervix.

“f-fuck. i promise i-i won’t bother anyone,” he squirmed, and you knew just how close he was.

“then come for me, baby.”

step three: seduce the neanderthal — check.

OPERATION: WRECK RYOMEN SUKUNA — COMPLETE.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“for the love of all things good, shut up.”

you immediately shot a glare at sukuna behind you, his hands on your waist tightening as you could practically see his ears downturn in the moment, shame coloring him silly. he turned his attention towards choso, letting out a sigh before speaking. “sorry. i mean, it’s been a long week. please reduce your chatter.”

you smiled bright, briskly nodding as you turned towards your friend who gave you a gentle smile. “i seriously do not understand how the two of you managed to become a… thing,” he cooed out, resting a cheek against an open palm, an all-knowing glint in his eyes.

you tossed an arm over sukuna’s shoulder, feeling him tense up, just like he seemed to do around you, feeling like he’d forever be indebted to you for absolutely no reason. “oh, we are not a thing. he’s my little plaything, a project that i’m working on,” you beamed out, tugging at the back of his hair to which he huffed at.

“she’s holding you hostage, right man?” choso chuckled, folding his arms over his chest.

“i think she cursed me. plans on striking down my family tree in the upcoming future.”

you shot him another look, but he cringed before motioning that he wasn’t done speaking.

“she makes me a better person. which is why,” he reached into his pocket, before pulling a pencil out and handing it out to choso. “i’ve stopped throwing pencils at people.”

choso’s eyes went wide, before you and sukuna exchanged a look, bursting out into laughter.

choso sighed, adjusting in his seat and turning away to conceal a grin. “it’s like they were made for each other.”

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Im gonna be so unoriginal and say save a horse ride a cowboy 🤠

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pranking your ‘current’ boyfriend

that trend where you call them ur current boyfriend ft. gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna fluff, light-hearted

gojo satoru

“baby! you bought me my favorite sweets,” satoru claimed excitedly, peeking through one of the bags you brought home after a day out. you shrugged off your jacket, trying to school your face and show the most neutral expression you could manage. “of course toru, how could i forget what my current boyfriend likes?” you replied, keeping your smile from being an inch too wide. the white haired man who was just humming couldn’t shut his mouth any quicker after hearing that. he turned his head slowly, like he’s a character from a horror show who found a mortifying revelation.

which he did, to be fair.

“what did you just say to me baby?” he slowly approached you, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face. “that i know you liked sweets?” you feigned innocence, beaming at him. “no no, before that.” he was getting closer and you couldn’t help but back away, seconds away from giggling. with one quick move you’re already in his arms, his hands around your waist securely. you laughed seeing his exaggerated pout, and that’s when he realized you were just teasing. “hmm, when i said you’re my boyfriend and i love you so much?” you teased, and he rolled his eyes. “you know what you said. but i should’ve known, there’s no way your head will turn.”

“awfully confident now aren’t we?”

“yes. you’re stuck with me baby, there’s do undoing this,” he said with a grin, peppering kisses all over your face.

suguru geto

“hold on, what did you just say?” he said, putting down gift you just got him on the table; giving your whole attention, even more than just seconds ago. he had to, knowing he’s just heard something so outrageous came out of your mouth. “that i like to give a gift to my boyfriend?” you confirmed, tilting your head to the side. suguru raised an eyebrow, knowing damn well you knew he wasn’t referring to that.

“current boyfriend? really?  how many are you planning to have next hm? and will you give them gifts like this too?” he challenged, and you broke as you laughed out loud. “sugu, sorry! ‘was just a prank,” you said still giggling at his reaction. he sighed as he dragged you over to his lap. “sometimes i forget how much of a menace you are,” he claimed, resting his head on the crook of your neck. you chuckled as you combed your fingers through your hair as usual, loving the way it feels on your hand.

“i have you, why would i want anybody else?”

“mhm, say more things like that.”

nanami kento

“oh that’s lovely my love,” nanami said as he came home, looking at the flowers you’re holding. “it’s yours, ken,” you claimed as you handed it to him in which he received it carefully, a small gentle smile was playing on his lips. “thank you, i didn’t expect this today. what a nice surprise,” he replied fondly, admiring the flowers. “no problem! i just felt like giving it to you since you’re my current boyfriend.”

“what?” the blond man asked incredulously, stopping in his tracks. he slowly put your gift back down on the kitchen counter, the nearest surface he found. “why? what’s wrong?” you leveled your tone, making it sound as oblivious as possible. “honey why did you say it that way? did i do something wrong? have i forgotten something?” he asked endearingly, tentatively grabbing a hold of your hand, and truly, you couldn’t take even 1 more second of this sweet man thinking he had done something. “nooo, sorry ken, i was just doing a prank,” you explained quickly, cupping the side of his jaw as you planted a kiss on his cheek.

nanami visible relaxed before letting out a sigh as he pulled you closer. “you and your pranks. i don’t think my heart will ever get used to it,” he said exasperatedly, but his kiss on your forehead was sweet all the same.

sukuna

he cupped your cheeks with his one big hand before you could even finish your sentence, “say that again,” he said, daring you. despite his scary face, the grip on your face was gentle, not hurting you in anyway. you managed a little ‘i can’t’ in his hold though it barely audible since he was squeezing your face so it came out funny, a smile threatening to spill on your expression any second. “but you want to repeat it?” he said accusingly, as you shook your head. he let go of you as you laughed, “i was just teasing, geez!”

“not funny,” he grunted. “it is a little funny though,” you paused, sukuna turned his head to you looking like an angry cow before you continued promptly with a giggle. “-that you fell for it. it’s always nice to see from time to time that you’re obsessed with me,” you beamed and he rolled his eyes hard. “there’s no next for you. i’m the only one who can stand you,” he said with a mocking grin, putting a hand over your shoulder.

“mean. i know for a fact you love taking care of me,” you huffed, leaning closer to his chest regardless. it rumbled as he chuckled, nudging your cheek with his finger, turning your head towards his face before pulling you into a breathless kiss.

“who says i don’t?”

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Unc using his free time🙂

This twitter trend but eons late

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thank you for commission me!!❤️Having so much fun drawing @lafaiette 's oc Moriko and sukuna!! Thank you so much!!

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pet fish are supposed to be relaxing, quiet, somewhat low maintenance. not sukuna! he bites your fingers, tries to break the glass, jumps out of the tank and someone stays alive. on top of that, he also loses his mind if he gets his dinner late.

and then there’s the day you were 30 minutes late, which pisses him off to the point where he broke his curse and returned to his normal human form.

cw: another fic where sukuna transforms into his normal majestic self, crack, explicit smut, back shots, hair pulling, threats AND praise, p in v, slight overstimulation, cream pie, sukuna's oddly sweet(?).

okay sukuna’s this really pretty pink fish that you rescued from a rundown pet store.

when you go to buy him, he’s in a tank full of like 20 other fish, but they’re all dead for some odd reason. But he’s incredibly healthy, the best fins in the pet store!

Anyways, he’s really aggressive, whenever you go to feed him, he just bites the fuck out of your finger. You know fish can’t laugh but you swear you heard an evil snicker come from the tank. It never gets better, he becomes so much worse.

After the first week, you have to put a lid over the tank, which is annoying because the rimless tanks look the best. its honestly the only reason why you got into fish keeping in the first place, to have a rimless tank.

But now you’re stuck with an evil pink fish that bites you and constantly tries to unalive himself by jumping out of the tank. 

spoiler: he doesn’t die. you’ve woken up to him just laying on the floor for who knows how long, had to be hours tho since the water around him had already dried up. 

He’s practically bullet proof. You don’t test out that theory though, that’d be kinda fucked up to do to a fish who’s just hungry. 

Even if he’s hungry literally all the fucking time. 

He becomes more aggressive throughout the weeks. 

He’s no longer sticking his mouth up to the surface to scream at you. 

He’s now moved on to charging at the tank, and you can hear just how hard he’s smacking against the glass. And he’s unfortunately resilient, than most creatures on this planet should you add, so of course he doesn’t get a concussion.

He won't stop trying to break it.

You think your precious rimless tank is going to crack, so you call the manufacturer to double check what kind of glass it is and if there's a warranty. 

They lie and say there is no warranty. Then they lie some more and say it’s premium infinity glass, and that it’s called infinity glass because it lasts forever, so a warranty wasn’t needed.

You take their word for it, because you’re scared and could really use some reassurance from a warm-blooded human, not this demonic fish that spends the entire day trying to defy the physics of infinity glass. He’s still at it by the way, and you’re exhausted from just trying to appease him. 

“Stupid fucking fish,” you murmur. 

“🫧 🫧 🫧”

(translation: I am going to make you regret calling me a stupid fucking fish. just you wait until i get out of here, you wretched woman, I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life. we'll see who's the stupid one then.)

But life goes on, you go back to work because you need money to feed sukuna’s fatass. 

He’s okay with it for a while— you being gone. You’re always back by 5:30. He’ll allow it, but only because without that job he’d probably have to eat god knows what, instead of his organic, step-4 grass-fed fishfood. 

He’s getting used to this life. There was a point where he wanted to see the ocean, but food doesn’t just magically drop down from above like it does in his tank, so he forgets about it.

And it’s just fine, until it’s not. 

It's time for his first dinner and you're late, out doing god knows what. You leave a voicemail on your homephone to let him know what’s going on. There’s fear in your voice as you apologize profusely for getting stuck in traffic. 

All he hears are pathetic excuses. 

So, he transforms. Guess you just have to feel a certain type of anguish to be able to return to your original form. makes sense, Sukuna is ready to fuck up an entire country right now. 

It’s just kind of annoying how his hair and body stays wet, you’d think with how much he grew, it’d just dry. But no. He goes to look for a towel, but can’t find a clean one because you are incompetent and behind on laundry.

Whatever, he can just eat. food always makes him forget about all the tragedies in the world.

He looks around for his organic flakes, but they're absolutely nowhere to be found. You probably ran out, because you are, once again, incompetent.

But hey, your home.

You look absolutely mortified— at first you think he’s some exhibitionist that broke into your home. They always get chased off by the bald, lumpy husbands in this neighborhood. 

And this one's very muscular, with tattoos. And 6’5? Yeah, he has to be.

You're a compassionate person, you'd never turn away someone who's 6’5 in need of help. Is he cold? Does he need food? Clothes? Shelter? A shot of tequila?

You have an open mind, you're willing to lend a help hand.

The man scoffs, disgusted by how you went from looking at him as if he were some monster to looking at him the same exact way he looks at his food.

“Where the fuck are my flakes?” He asks, with an awfully lovely deep voice. 

What the fuck did he need flakes for?

He snaps his fingers in front of you to snap you out of it. Then he realizes that you don’t know who he is. 

He sighs, “as my owner,” he hates saying that word, “ahem, as my keeper, do not forget about your responsibility to care for me.”

“W-wait what?” you stutter.

“My keeper,” he repeats himself. 

“Oh! Oh my god, um— someone hired you?” 

You think he's a hired whore. This has got to be the lowest point in all of his existence. not even rock bottom, this is hell.

“NO,” he snaps, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FOOD????? I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU AND TRAFFIC TO GET HERE.”

he’s not sure if he used the word traffic right, but he got his point across.

Your jaw drops, “SUKUNA?? Oh my god i thought you were a girl fish.”

“DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING GIRL?” he looks at you like you're dumb, but how would you know? "NOW WHERE’S MY FOOD GOD DAMN IT, YOU’VE STARVED ME ALL DAY.”

He's 6'5 with hands the size of your face, he could easily snap your neck.

So you begin to cry, “I forgot to pay the bills! I ran out!” you begin to heave, right away the tears make him uncomfortable. He wanted you to be scared, not to cry, “and you literally don’t die! I figured you’d be able to hang on for a day or two until I get my cash advance!”

“What the hell is a cash advance?” not only is he uncomfortable, but now he’s confused. 

“DEBT,” you snap, “I AM IN DEBT BECAUSE YOU, and now YOU’RE YELLING ME.”

He holds his hand out in defense, forgetting how vile women can be when they’re angry.

Then he awkwardly holds his arms out.

And you look at him, sort of confused, but also eager to touch his muscles.

“What are you doing?” you sniffle.

“Offering my embrace,” he says, it sounds like a complaint, “it’s something i’d do for my concubines whenever they’d cry to shut them up,” he begins to ramble, all while you conclude that he must be good if he had concubines in the past.

“tch– tears, disgusting. This is why i’d leave my shrine for days at a time during my last life, they’d always beat the shit out of each other, trying to reach my chambers first— filthy whores— broken teeth, torn skin— all for my cock,” your eyes trail down to the massive spear he’s sporting in between his legs, you probably would’ve fought to your death just for some backshots too. He’s too busy having war flashbacks of his concubines jumping each other to notice you staring. “I have a fucking headache just thinking about them. No wonder why I massacred so many villages.”

It was traumatizing, so much so that he didn’t even realize you had wrapped your arms around him, accepting his hug.

This was nice, he admit. Just not out loud, he’s most likely going to scare you after this so you don’t expect anymore hugs in the future. 

You drag out the tears for as long as you can— it gets to a point where you’re only able to keep them up by thinking about the saddest endings you’ve seen in movies. But even then, it’s not enough.

So you come up with a brilliant idea of pissing him off, telling him how you contemplated throwing him in the freezer because you couldn’t handle being his owner anymore. 

And it works. He begins to fucking seethe. 

Not because you thought of freezing him, but because you call yourself his owner. 

No.

Absolutely not.

Over his dead fucking body.

You are the last person who should have ownership over anybody. You didn’t even have dinner for him tonight for fucks sake!

Him? Of all people that’ve walked this earth, owned by you?

No fucking way, he was a god compared to you. You have no clue what it’s like to own someone, and you never will.

So he throws you on your couch and shows you what it’s like to be owned by someone.

By putting your back in the world's meanest arch. 

He’s running his fat tip through your dripping folds— not at all surprised that you were already ready to be taken by him— it doesn't even phase him anymore. he’s accepted that most people would see him as nothing but a fat dick to bounce on, a very long time ago.

But he’s only just a man, so buries all 9 inches of his disappointment into your drooling cunt. 

And how he's missed this— being deep in deep inside someone, hearing a gasp once he's bottomed out, the whimpers that followed.

It’s been ages since he’s had this, so the sounds of harsh slaps and wet squelches immediately fill the room as he begins to fuck you. He doesn't hide back on his own groans.

He’s fucking nasty, every single sinful words that comes out of his mouth is just depraved. 

He degrades you. He praises you. He even threatens you.

"Fucking drenched from just seeing my cock. Is this what you wanted, hm?"

"Y-yeah- mhmm."

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the pace he set, he found your sweet spot a while ago and hasn't stopped bullying his tip against it ever since.

"Tell me— does my cock feel as good as it looked," he’s taunting you now.

"So good— oh fu- wait."

"Again?" the he way he laughs at you is almost insulting, all while he drives his dick into you faster, harder-- until you're uncontrollably cumming all over him, again.

“A messy one, aren't you?" it's more of a statement, not you like you actually answer right now, "M'not even close to being done with you."

He wasn't lying, not once has he stopped or slowed down. He's gone from being somewhat reasonable to completely manic, he looks and sounds insane with how blown out his pupils were and some of the shit that's come out of his mouth.

He doesn't even ask if you're close anymore, he can just tell and begins to see how fast he could work it out of you, like it was some unhinged game.

“Don't fucking running from it.” he swears he just felt you cum on him, again. “Oh fuck, juust like that— such good fuckin' girl— knew you had more in you.”

Your face is buried in the cushions, literally weeping at this point from how hard he could make you cum. He's a fucking menace. You’re at the point where you're scared of how intense the next one will be. 

“What’d I say?” smack! “Don’t run from it, you fuckin' brat,” he flatly scolds you, you can still tell this is all a game to him. 

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you all the way up against his chest, not letting up on his harsh thrusts. Your ears are ringing, he’s hitting your sweet spot at an angle that’s making you see stars. 

“S-sorry,” you mewl, barely able to form coherent sentences, “I– I’m sorry. You’re– s’big, so fucking big.”

He chuckles, it comes out more fond than you’d expect from him. He dips his head down to murmur in the shell of your ear. 

“Run from it one more time and I’m fucking you in the ass next.” Sukuna nearly laughs from how tight you clench around him after he threw the threat at you.

“Oh fuck, my ass? N-no, don't-” you immediately beginning to whine.

“Yes,” he murmurs, “your ass.”

“I can’t– it won’t fit!”

“It most definitely won’t,” he agrees, continuing to taunt you with a grin plastered on his face, “I can barely fit in this one, remember that the next time you get scared of a little orgasm.”

You've never felt more gaslit in your life, you are convinced you will faint next time. But he doesn't believe that and goes on to grumble about how ridiculous you sounded.

"Tch- scared," he grumbles, "grow up."

You decide not to respond, as it would've led to an argument. He would've continued to fuck you throughout it.

Sukuna however thinks he got you over your little mental blockage and lets out a pleased hum. Problem solved.

So he shoves your head back down then hikes your ass up nice and high, picking up the pace. You’re saying something that he can’t exactly make out, voice muffled from the cushions— he ends up convincing himself that it was you begging for his cum.

“Such a good fuckin' cunt— taking me so good too,” he suddenly says, though it's more to himself. He presses down on your lower back, continuing to pump his cock into you, his breathing becoming more guttural. “Your other hole would've been a struggle for us both," he chuckles.

There's a part of you that still believes he was bluffing.

"Probably would've just given up and fucked your throat instead."

Never mind.

He plants a foot on to the couch and fucks into you at a different angle, a much better one that has you losing your mind. He quickly finds the spot that drives you crazy and puts all of his attention on it again.

He's still an asshole, but the way he fucks you makes up for his shitty attitude it in the mean time. You're convinced he's rewarding you right now with how he's solely focused on that little gummy spot. He's oddly nice about it nice about it too, paying attention to your reactions until he's hitting at it at angle and pace that has you nearly screaming.

He focuses on it, rubbing his tip against it perfectly with each thrust— bullying into it until he's flooding your entire body with endorphins. The entire time he’s taunting you over anything and everything— well aware of how much you’re enjoying his cock and the way he fucks you with it. He reminds you about how hard you’ll cum again and makes fun of you for it, and the fact that you were just scared of the next one.

He also gets sidetracked quickly and somehow forgets to be mean to you. Or maybe it’s just apart of your reward you got for following through to the end, it would explain some of his more nicer moments that are seen as odd. Especially with how he talks to you towards the end, when he feels you squeezing around him like a fucking vice.

“Close again?” he asks in an amused tone. 

“Mhmm.”

“Last one, brat. You better not hold back on me,” he groans, feeling his hips start to move sloppily. “Fuck ‘m close too— keep squeezing me like that.”

You respond in a tone slightly more strangled, making him pull your head up again. 

“What, want it?” he asks, kind of joking but not really. “Gonna let me fill you up?”

And first he thinks you’re going to ask him to stop, to please, please pull out. 

No.

“Yes— god, yes,” you all but gasp, before begging him, “i want it, so fucking bad— please.”

Greedy women, he thinks, suppressing a laugh.

“Don’t see why not,” he responds, sounding more than pleased with your answer. “Been such a good fuckin girl too.”

To no one's surprised, that's all it took to make you gush all over for the nth time, just by being called a good girl. You're pretty much limp in his hold, hips still being held up by his strong hands, continuing to take every inch he's giving you.

His breathing shifts when his cock starts to throb. He doesn't even bother to hold back on his moans anymore as he began to brace himself from the hardest he's probably ever cum in his life.

And he sounds downright sinful, from every shudder and strained, needy groan.

You don't quite catch what he mutters under his breath. Something about loving the modern-whatever, then letting out another drawn out groan as begins to pump out thick spurts of cum, painting each and every crevice of your walls with them.

His thrusts were so sloppy at this point, the only thing on his mind was just giving it all to you, every last drop of it. 

Which is a lot, there’s so fucking much.

It’s starts to seep out of you before he’s even even finished, trickling down your legs, dripping down on the couch. And he keeps fucking you well after the fact– overstimulating you both until he's nearly collapsing on top of you.

He slams his hand down beside you to catch himself. His other hand on your hip, making you softly whimper as he continues to slowly pull your hips back.

You have no idea how he's still hard, but he is. All you know is how big of a mess you both made, he slips right through you, catching all your sensitive spots despite hardly moving. He eventually pulls out, making you both slightly hiss from how sensitive you were.

You don’t even know how much time has passed by since you’ve gotten home. But your body ached, no part of you was ready to get up. After a couple of minutes just catching your breath, the man lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Oi."

You slowly turn your head to him. You're not sure how long he just been standing there, staring at you. He hasn’t gotten dressed. Even in its resting state, it's still fucking huge. You need to take a Tylenol before the cramping catches up with you.

"What?" you mutter.

"I need clothing," he grumbles, annoyed at how annoyed you sound.

You close your eyes and sigh. "Can't you just turn back into a fish?"

"I'd rather fucking die," he stubbornly says. "I'm never going back in that tank again."

"Okay, fine," you wave a hand, continuing to unknowingly offend the man, "just- I don't know- go shower and I'll find something."

"Kay."

He's fucking pouting.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

"Of course you fucking are."

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Projecting my sickness onto Sukuna

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Sukuna in his little blob form

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to distant lands - ch.3: denial | ryomen sukuna

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)

summary: ryomen sukuna, your father's favourite knight, has been assigned as your personal guard. You find that your dislike of him slowly develops into something else as he tangles himself in your life in ways you never could've expected.

word count: 9k

fic content: 18+ mdni, smut, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, fluff, angst, protective sukuna, fingering, spanking, sex dreams, violence, parent death, grief, confusing emotions, reader is chaotic, graphic violence, combat, bullying, more tags to be added as chapters come out!

authors note: I've been listening to the frieren soundtrack while writing this and its sooo good for fantasy inspiration

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“He carried you back to the castle?!” 

“Yes - stop laughing.” Yuki was practically howling at this point, finding great joy in your struggles.

It had been a while since the two of you had last spoken, with your last little get together being a few weeks before Sukuna had been assigned as your Knight. Subsequently, you had a lot to fill her in on. 

Yuki was already quite familiar with Sukuna, greeting him warmly when the two of you had shown up at her door that afternoon. That had come as a shock to you - you’d never have expected that Sukuna and Choso were actually relatively close, especially considering how much of a gentle soul Choso seemed to be in comparison to your Knight. 

According to Yuki, the two men had rode into battle side-by-side back when the Kingdom was at war with the Zenins, and just like everyone else, Choso subsequently had great respect for Sukuna. 

In this case it seemed that the respect went both ways, with Sukuna happily going off to spend some time with Choso in his weapons room while they left you and Yuki alone to have afternoon tea and chat. 

You were a little put-out that Sukuna didn’t tell you about his friendship with Choso before you’d shown up at the house - he’d known where you were going after all, and you’d had plenty of time to chat on the walk over. Perhaps he’d just been keen to see that look of surprise on your face when Yuki greeted him with familiarity. 

He’d been looking at you a lot lately.

About a week had passed since that night in the garden, and you’d found yourself feeling a lot better. You’d been a little down for a while, with memories of your mother coming to your head all too often, but ever since that night you’d been feeling a lot lighter. 

You hated to say it, but you knew you had Sukuna to thank for that. 

When he’d arrived at your side that night you’d expected cruelty from him, assumed that he’d openly mock you. But he hadn’t. He’d sat there and he’d listened - he’d even shared his own experiences. 

You still weren’t really sure what to make of it all. But in that moment you knew that you certainly didn’t hate him. 

Since then, things between the two of you had been a little odd. You’d put a pause on your evil schemes for now, having reached at least a certain level of comfort with his presence. He was still on thin ice, but you’d run out of good ideas for now anyway. 

He’d continued to tease you as always, but there was something about his tone that had shifted - as though the act of bothering you was now done out of fondness rather than dislike. 

You weren’t sure if you were reading too much into it. 

Either way, things had been good. It was as though you were seeing each other as people for the first time, beyond just the societal roles that you had been placed in. You might’ve even been enjoying his company, but you weren’t sure you were ready to admit that to yourself. 

“You guys seem okay now though.” Yuki said, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Manhandling you back to the castle aside.” She had a massive grin on her face. 

“Yeah…” 

On reflection, you wondered if you’d even hated that scenario. You were so used to people treating you with unwavering reverence - kneeling at your feet, taking care to choose the right words, acting like you were made of glass. Sukuna was the first person ever to treat you like you weren’t a princess. 

“You’re totally his type.” 

Those four words practically had your brain shutting down. 

“What?” you asked, almost wondering if you’d imagined her saying that. 

“Oh come on, I was in the same room as the two of you for all of three minutes and he spent like over half the time staring at you.” 

“That’s literally his job!” You argued. 

Yuki gave you a disbelieving look. “I doubt that adoring gaze he has when he looks at you is in the job description.” 

“You’re reading into it too much!” 

She was, right? Sukuna had tormented you for years, since long before he was assigned as your Knight. Yes, the evening in the garden had been a little confusing, but surely his feelings for you would be neutral at most at this point. 

“Thin line between love and hate, you know.” Yuki mused, a mischievous grin on her face. “Just like how you can't stand him but he’s also totally your type.” 

“That’s not true.” You denied childishly. 

Even you didn’t really buy your words, because if you were being honest he was your type. You’d always thought that he was attractive, who wouldn’t? He was so tall and muscular, his hair looked so soft, and his eyes were such a pretty shade of red. Not to mention, you liked a strong and protective man. 

However, despite ticking all of those boxes, he was also Sukuna, and Sukuna was not your type. 

Yuki just rolled her eyes, giving you a knowing smile as she sipped on her tea. “I give it a month at best - I bet you’ll be all over him.”

You glared at her, unwilling to dignify that statement with a response. You’d planned to tell her about the dream that you’d had about him, but you certainly weren’t going to now - it would just stoke the flames, and the last thing you needed was her confiding in Choso and all of this getting back to Sukuna. 

That would be the end of the world. 

“How have you been lately, Yuki?” You asked, trying desperately to move the conversation away from the tattooed menace. 

She shrugged. “Same as ever really. Cho has been pretty busy with work so I’ve mostly been entertaining myself. Although we are going away in a couple of days for a romantic stay at the lakeside manor - I really need to get out of this heat.” 

You nodded in agreement, summer was in full swing and the heat was almost unbearable in the town and castle during the day. It wasn’t unusual for nobles to flock to the coast and countryside at this time of year. You wondered if your father would let you go off to your home by the beach this year, it would be nice to have a change in surroundings. Although you supposed that you’d have to bring Sukuna with you. 

He wasn’t the kind of guy that you could imagine on the beach. You’d like to see it. 

“It means that I’m not going to be here for Utahime’s little party though.” Yuki continued, and you let out a deep sigh, dragging your hand down your face in exasperation. 

“You’re kidding right? I don’t want to go there without you.” You whined.

Utahime was another of the town’s noblewomen. She was a nice enough woman, the kind of person who you were happy to meet up with on a one-to-one basis. The problem lay in the parties that she liked to throw at her estate. They were always swarming with nobles, most of whom you either didn’t know or didn’t like. 

Despite you generally having the highest social standing of anyone at the party, you always just found that you didn’t fit in there. The men either treated you like a child, a trophy, or disregarded you entirely, their opinions on you too moulded by Kashimo’s overprotective nature. The women were worse, judging your every action and throwing passive aggressive jabs at you in saccharine voices at every opportunity. 

You hated those parties. You just wanted to keep to yourself, but every few months you’d get one of those beautifully written invitations delivered to you and your father would order you to go along, telling you that it was your job as a princess to socialise with others of your class. It sucked. There was only one time that you’d made a friend at one of those gatherings and that was Yuki herself. Outside of her everyone that you met either wanted something from you or wanted to see you fail. It was terribly lonely. 

Usually you and Yuki would find some quiet corner where you could avoid all of the hustle and bustle, giggling at the sight of all the noblemen and ladies taking themselves entirely too seriously. 

But it looked like this time you were going to have to face it alone. 

“Sorry!” Yuki said. “But I think I’m going to go crazy if me and Cho don’t get some quality alone time soon.” 

“I get it.” You mumbled. You weren’t happy about it, but you weren’t going to force Yuki to come along and share in your misery - if you’d had an opportunity to get out of it yourself you would have. 

“Besides, it's only a garden party this time right? It won’t be as formal as the usual evening ones so you can probably just slip out early.”

You hummed in response, you sure hoped that was the case. You weren’t sure how much attention you could cope with at the moment. Everything that had happened with Sukuna over the last few weeks had put you in a relatively volatile mental state - dealing with the catty comments of certain noblewomen might just push you over the edge. 

“I’ll be back for the Midsummer Banquet in a couple of weeks though! Me and Cho wouldn’t miss that for the world.” 

You let out a heavy sigh. “Don’t remind me of that.” 

The Midsummer Banquet used to be one of your favourite events when you were younger - a day of food and festivities held in the castle. There’d be performers, artists, merchants and other nobles, both from the Cerulean Kingdom and further afield, milling around the castle grounds during the day, and then in the evening a big feast would be held in the great hall for those invited, followed by dancing and other general revelling. 

It sounded great. It was great. But unfortunately for you, your father also liked to use the gathering as an opportunity to get you acquainted with potential suitors. It was no secret to you that he was keen on you getting married in the next few years - that was one of your main responsibilities as a princess, making sure that you strengthened the bond with another nation by offering your hand in marriage. 

You weren’t keen on the idea. You never had been. The many books that you’d read throughout your childhood had focussed heavily on the importance of true love. You didn’t want to marry someone for political gain. 

But it was your duty. So you sat quietly by as your father introduced you to every suitor within two-hundred miles, smiling politely and pretending to be interested in what they had to say while you secretly prayed that your father would let you get away with just a few more years of being single. 

He was running out of patience with you though - you were well aware of that. Not to mention, the shaky relations between nations at the moment meant that this was the best time to secure alliances through marriage. Your father was probably going to be especially pushy at this banquet, and there wasn’t much you could do about it. 

Yuki was well aware of your situation and gave you a sympathetic look before an impish smile crept onto her pretty face. “What’s wrong with meeting suitors? Too busy thinking about Sukuna to consider anyone else?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah right.”

—

It was late by the time you and Sukuna left Yuki’s house. Neither of you had noticed the time passing by, too engaged in your separate conversations to realise that the afternoon had thoroughly gotten away from you. 

The lanterns in the street were lit, and the city was bustling with activity not unusual for a friday night. The Cerulean Nation was known for its love of art and culture, and the weekends were generally filled with plays and operas being put on, with performers lining the streets and playing to the civilians out shopping and drinking their free time away. 

You generally weren’t out at these sorts of times, not since your mother had died. Your father had become too anxious about having you in crowds. Just another overly-excessive rule that he had implemented around your safety. 

He wouldn’t be happy that you and Sukuna had stayed out this late. Although you assumed that for once, the blame would fall onto Sukuna and not you. Funny how the one time you weren’t actively trying to get him into trouble was the time that it happened. What had you been putting all that effort in for? 

“Did you have a good afternoon?” Sukuna asked, looking down at you as you made your way leisurely through the streets. 

“Mmmm, it had been ages since I’d last visited.” You said. “Didn’t know you and Choso were such good friends.” 

“He’s alright, better than most of them anyway.” Sukuna seemed a little distracted from the conversation as you moved through groups of people, his eyes darting about on the lookout for any sort of threat. 

“Most of them?” You asked. 

“Noble knights.” He said gruffly. “Spent time with a lot of them back when we were fighting the Zenins. They’re generally pretty cowardly and stuck-up, but Choso isn’t like the rest - he keeps to himself and works hard, I wouldn’t have even known he was a noble if not for the fancy armor he’s got.” 

“Tell me about it.” You murmured. Cowardly and stuck-up was probably the best descriptor for most nobles, save for the rare few like Yuki and Choso who had their heads screwed on straight. It was why you hated a lot of the social gatherings that you had to attend, why you dreaded meeting any suitors that your father might line up for you. 

“You know you’re a noble, right princess?” Sukuna was looking down at you now, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as you pouted back at him. 

“I’m not annoying like the rest though.” You said decisively. 

“I don’t know about that. I find you plenty annoying.” 

You glared up at him, easily taunted by his words despite the shit-eating grin that currently resided on his face making it clear that he was looking for a reaction. “You’re not allowed to talk to me like that.” 

“Oh? You gonna stop me princess? I’d love to see you try.” His voice was a little too low and seductive for your liking, and you looked away from him quickly, unsettled by the heat that flared in your gut at his tone.

“Shut up.” He chuckled at that, his gaze lingering on the side of your face and no doubt noticing the blush flaring across your cheeks. 

What a nuisance.

Your embarrassment was only heightened as the two of you approached the town square, situated just a few streets away from the castle gate. It was rammed with people drinking and dancing, and with so many people around Sukuna ended up placing a protective hand on your back to guide you through safely. 

It felt like your skin was burning through your dress beneath his touch, the warmth of his hand so gentle and strangely familiar. You hated it, you wanted to rip your skin off for enjoying it this much. 

You were just turning around to complain at him when it happened. 

The glint of a blade in the crowd, a hooded figure beelining towards you. You didn’t even notice it at first, so preoccupied with Sukuna and totally unaware of your surroundings. It was only when the man was practically right at your side that realisation hit you. 

You were in danger. 

And while you could understand that fact, it was as though your brain couldn't process what was happening fast enough to react. You were just standing there, frozen to the ground as the man with ashen skin and one eye brought his blade up to you. 

You couldn’t do anything. 

But Sukuna could. 

One moment the blade was heading straight for your chest, the next moment the man’s hand was on the floor, the blade clattering to the ground with it. Sukuna’s sword had sliced clean through his wrist, ensuring your safety first and foremost. 

Your Knight stood beside you, towering over the man, his longsword dripping with blood. The look in Sukuna’s eyes was serious, an expression that you’d never really seen him wear before. He looked menacing, if you were the assassin before him you’d be terrified. Maybe you should be terrified of him right now. 

The crowd around you scattered, screams and cries sounding out from the townsfolk as they scrambled away from the scene. Maybe you should be running too, but you couldn’t - too transfixed by Sukuna and whatever he was going to do next. The assassin was howling in pain, his remaining hand clasped around his wrist where the fresh wound was spurting blood. 

With his free hand, Sukuna pushed you behind him so that your attacker could no longer see you. Or perhaps he was doing it so that you’d have a chance at not witnessing what he was about to do next. 

But you found yourself peeking past his broad back, watching with equal amounts of awe and horror as Sukuna lifted his longsword and swung it swiftly through the man’s neck, giving him no opportunity to defend himself, not even the chance to utter a few final words before his body was sent to the floor - his head removed cleanly from his shoulders. 

Some of the blood from the blow splattered back onto Sukuna’s face and armor, his sword coated in the red liquid. He didn’t seem disgusted or unnerved by it, and all you could think about as you looked up at him was how natural he seemed to be in this environment - it was like he was made for this. 

Before Sukuna could do anything else, some nearby City Guards came sprinting up to the two of you. You were vaguely aware of Sukuna speaking to them with authority, probably making sure that they cleaned up the body and warning them to be on high alert for any others. But you couldn’t really make out his words. 

Your ears were ringing, eyes fixated on the floor, watching the way that blood was seeping through the cracks in the cobblestones. The lifeless eye of the assassin was staring up at you from where his decapitated head lay on the floor. It felt like you were going to throw up. 

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to the existence of violence in the world, war had been a constant throughout your life. But it had always been in far off places, not something that would ever step foot into your life. But now here you were, that chaos that you had always been so far removed from was staring you in the face. 

Sukuna’s hands were on your shoulders all of a sudden, grounding you. You could see that he was speaking but the words weren’t getting through to you as you stared blankly at his lips. There was blood on his cheek and it occured to you that he was the only reason you were still alive right now. 

Your heart was pounding desperately in your chest and it felt like you couldn’t get enough air to breathe. It felt impossible to focus on Sukuna with the body of the assassin just mere feet away from you. There were a million thoughts rushing into your head all at once and completely overwhelming you. 

Was your father right? Was the risk to you far greater than you’d ever understood? If Yaga was still your Knight, would you even still be standing here right now? Or would it be you bleeding out on the cobblestone? 

“Princess.” Sukuna’s voice was soft but insistent, seemingly pleading for you to give him your attention, to stop drifting off into some far-off space. His brow was furrowed with worry. “You’re okay.” He murmured gently as he raised his hand up to your face, tenderly brushing away a stray tear that you didn’t even notice had rolled down your cheek. 

“I need to get you back to the castle. It's not safe for you to stay out here.” 

You tried to do as he said, trying to get your body to move, but your legs felt like jelly - as though you’d totally collapse if you even attempted to take a step. It felt pathetic. You looked up at Sukuna desperately and he seemed to understand. 

Without hesitation he swept you off your feet, holding you in his arms. It was different to the last time he’d picked you up - instead of flinging you carelessly over his shoulder he was carrying you carefully, in a manner more befitting of a princess. You were aware that the blood splattered on his armor was rubbing onto your dress, but in that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care, letting yourself settle into his arms as he brought you back to the castle. 

A few members of the city guard accompanied the two of you back to the castle gate, clearly on high alert for another attack. Thankfully it seemed that this particular assassin was working alone. 

Sukuna carried you back to your quarters. You were grateful for that - he probably should’ve gone straight to find your father with you in tow, to report the incident to him immediately, but you were in no mood for such an encounter. 

Upon arriving in your chambers, Sukuna placed you down on the bed. You remembered the last time he’d carried you up here, he’d dumped you rather unceremoniously onto the bed and laughed when you’d glared at him. This time he was uncharacteristically gentle, setting you down on the sheets as carefully as he could, like you might shatter if he did anything else. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. His eyes were darting around, seemingly examining your body checking to see if the assassin had caused you any damage without him noticing. 

“Physically, yeah.” Your voice came out a little meek and you felt embarrassed. It's not like anything had happened really, the assassin hadn’t touched you, you were fine and yet your body wouldn’t stop shaking. You were terrified. 

Sukuna swallowed hard as he looked at you, his red eyes clouded with concern. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. 

“No.” You said simply, reaching around on the bed for Sir Bounce-a-lot, fiddling with his fur in your hands as you struggled to stay composed under Sukuna’s intense gaze. You didn’t know what you’d say if you were going to talk about it. You’d barely even processed what had happened, let alone had time to sort through how you were feeling - it was all too much. 

Sukuna sighed softly and you almost felt bad for brushing off his attempts to help you, you hadn’t even thanked him yet for saving your life. But it felt like you were incapable of getting any words out without a whole cascade of tears coming out with them, so you stayed silent as your Knight turned towards the door. 

“I need to report this to the King.” He said, running a frustrated hand through his hair, it was evident that a conversation with your father was the last thing he needed right now. “I’ll come back to check on you later.” 

You stayed put on the bed for a while after he’d left, eyes fixed on the door, almost hoping that he’d come back in, even just to sit in silence with you so that you weren’t alone with your thoughts. 

But you knew that your father was going to be livid, and that Sukuna would likely spend the next few hours getting his ear chewed off by the King and his rage. So you crawled under the covers, too exhausted to remove your bloodied gown, clinging on to your beloved rabbit plushie and waiting for sleep to find you. 

—

As Sukuna had anticipated. Kashimo was not happy about the events that had transpired that evening. 

The King had already retired to his chambers by the time you and Sukuna had made it back to the castle, he was the type of man who liked to sleep early and rise before the sun was up. So, not only was he livid about the situation that Sukuna had to lay out for him, he was also cranky about having been woken up. 

Not ideal. 

“How could you have been so foolish?” Kashimo snapped at him. “Your one job is to keep my daughter safe-” 

“And I did that.” Sukuna snapped. He was more than happy to pay respect to the King, but he also wasn’t going to be pushed around - it just wasn’t in his nature. 

“But she wouldn’t have been in the situation in the first place if you’d brought her back earlier. She shouldn’t be out late at night.” 

Sukuna shrugged. “Noted. But this could have happened in the middle of the day too - we were in the middle of a crowd. And I did my job perfectly, the assassin is dead and she’s untouched. Shaken up, but fine.” 

Kashimo was quiet for a moment as he looked at Sukuna, his eyes narrowed, clearly trying to decide if he was willing to put up with Sukuna talking back at him in the way that he was. Evidently he felt that Sukuna’s worth was too great for him to be chastised, so he let out a sigh. 

“Thank you.” He said, catching Sukuna a little off guard. “I’m grateful that my daughter is safe. Please just don’t let her out so late next time - the risks are much higher.” 

Sukuna nodded. “There’s another thing that you might want to know about.” 

Kashimo regarded him with interest. “Oh?” 

“I believe that the assassin was affiliated with the Zenins. He had their insignia on his belt - he could’ve stolen it from someone of course, maybe he even killed one of them and looted their body, but I doubt it.”

Kashimo sighed, evidently troubled by this development. Sukuna wasn’t surprised by his concern - even though the Cerulean Nation had managed to push them back a few years ago, mostly thanks to Sukuna’s own hand, things were a little different now. Now the Zenins understood what it was that they were up against, there was no element of surprise, and they’d had years to amass forces. If they wanted to go to war again things would get bloody. 

“I’ll have some of my spies look into it.” The King said. It came as no surprise to Sukuna that Kashimo already had some of his own people infiltrating the Zenin court, although getting information back from his spies was proving to be tricky. The Zenins were well aware that there were likely rats in their Kingdom, and were pretty strict on checking any communications that were sent out. 

“Is she okay? My daughter?” Kashimo asked. 

Sukuna thought on the answer that you’d given him earlier. Physically, yes you were fine. Mentally? He wasn’t so sure. The image of you, sitting on your bed with those vacant eyes, filled his chest with a desperate sort of pity. It had felt like you weren’t even really in the room with him. 

“Like I said, she’s shaken up.” He said carefully, not wanting to put words in your mouth. “You should probably go and check on her yourself in the morning.” 

The King let out a thoughtful hum. “I don’t think I’ll have time.” Sukuna felt his heart drop in his chest at those words, so flippantly delivered. He wasn’t expecting such a response from a man who’s number one concern seemed to be his daughter’s safety. “I’m going over to Gojo’s Palace. Between this assassination attempt and the reports I received from him today about Zenin corruption in his nation, it's imperative that I speak with him in person.”

Sukuna’s red eyes were wide. He understood that Kings had responsibilities that they couldn’t put off, but to not even check on his daughter after she was almost killed? 

He thought back to the conversation that he’d had with you in the garden the other night, considering the way that you’d suggested that your father didn’t truly love you, but instead saw you as an extension to your mother, an asset that he needed to protect rather than his daughter. 

His heart clenched in his chest. Your existence seemed more and more lonely the longer he spent at your side. It seemed as though Yuki was your only true friend, and you didn’t even have a father that you could rely on for emotional support. 

You were a lot more like him than he’d ever realised. 

“You’ll make sure she’s doing okay though, won’t you? Yaga used to do a lot of that sort of thing.” Kashimo said. 

Oh. No wonder you were so angry when he was brought in as Yaga’s replacement - you didn’t just lose a Knight, but also a confidant, the sort of person who was giving you attention that you’d usually seek out from a parent. 

“I’ll make sure she’s okay.” Sukuna confirmed, trying not to let bitterness seep into his tone. 

He had no problem checking on you. Ever since the night in the garden he’d felt more and more genuine affection for you creeping into his chest, no matter how hard he tried to push it aside. But he’d lost a certain amount of respect for Kashimo today - knocking on your door and making sure you hadn’t had a total mental breakdown wasn’t that tough of an ask. 

—

The next few days were difficult. As promised, Kashimo was already gone by the time Sukuna woke up the next morning - heading over the mountains with a handful of his advisors to meet Gojo in his home. Sukuna couldn’t really understand the urgency - Gojo would be coming here for the Midsummer Banquet in a few weeks anyway, it probably would’ve been easier to just hold off on the conversation until then. 

But Sukuna wasn’t the King, and it wasn’t his decision to make.

That first morning, he’d waited outside your door as usual. Your normal wake-up time came and went, but he brushed it off as nothing - you were likely exhausted from the previous night, probably still very shaken up, he couldn't really blame you if you were finding it hard to rouse yourself from sleep.  

However, as the hours started to roll by he couldn’t stop anxiety from building in his stomach. He knocked on the door, calling out to you but getting no response. He knocked a few more times before flinging the door open himself, barging into your room. 

His eyes focussed on you immediately, curled up beneath the sheets, only the very top of your head visible from where he was standing. He could see the steady rise and fall of the blankets, signalling that at the very least you were still breathing, but it did little to ease the worry that clawed at him. 

“Princess.” He spoke softly as he approached the bed, considering pulling the blankets away from you but thinking better of it, he had no idea how fragile your mental state might be right now. 

“Go away.” Your voice was muffled, but he could still tell how tearful you sounded. He hesitated for a moment, you’d told him to go away a lot since he’d started this job and he’d never paid any mind, taking great amusement in your frustration at being stuck with him. But this felt different, more genuine. It didn’t feel like your plea for solitude was specific to him, but more of a general request for the world to leave you alone. 

He wasn’t sure what he should do. He really wanted to stay and bother you until you got mad at him, ignite that usual spark in you - but he had a feeling that it wouldn't work this time. 

Sukuna had never been the type of man who was particularly accustomed to dealing with people’s feelings. Jin was relatively emotional, but throughout their childhood he had mostly just left Jin to it when he was upset, growing frustrated when his brother would cry and act all irrational. 

But at least with Jin he always knew where he stood - knew when his sibling wanted attention or wanted to be left alone, understood that even if Sukuna was terrible with people’s feelings, Jin would forgive him for any transgressions because he was family. 

With you he wasn’t so sure. 

He didn’t want to do the wrong thing, misunderstand a signal or make you feel worse somehow. The two of you were already on such rocky ground, and even though things had been pleasant lately, he had no doubt that the balance you’d achieved could be easily shattered. 

Did you really want him to go away? Or were you going to resent him if he did? 

“I’ll be right outside, if you need me.” He said finally, deciding that it was best to leave the choice up to you. If you wanted to come to him you could - he wasn’t going to force the issue. 

He didn’t see you at all for the next few days. Each morning he’d go to his post right outside your door, and wait in the hopes that you might come out, or invite him in. It was boring, he’d gotten so used to your constant antics that he found that he was desperately missing you and the colour that you’d added to his life. 

The most that he got to see of you during that time was when the servants came up to deliver you food. He’d get a glimpse of your figure through the open door and feel relieved to know that at the very least you were still alive in there. 

Unfortunately, all that time spent outside your room meant that he had little else to do but think, and that wasn’t particularly helpful for his mental state - because his brain kept unhelpfully wondering if you were acting the way you were because of him. 

He knew that the assassination attempt was scary, that it was likely the sole cause of your current state, but he’d also seen the look on your face that night when he’d killed the assassin. The sheer look of horror at what you’d just seen.

Maybe it was him that you were scared of, and in that case he wasn’t surprised that you didn’t want him in your room. 

It was a disheartening thought - especially after you’d been so receptive to his words when he’d told you about his past. He didn’t want to lose progress with you.

And that led to him wallowing for days, desperately wanting to know what you were thinking. It had gotten to the point where he was just beginning to lose hope when things finally changed. 

Just under a week had passed since the assassination attempt and Sukuna was sound asleep in his bed, awakening to the sound of a soft knock at his door. He practically shot to his feet at the sound, pacing across the room and pulling the door open. 

He wasn’t really sure what he was expecting. Perhaps the King returning from his journey and needing to talk to him right away, perhaps one of the other Knights or a servant coming to alert him of a problem. What he wasn’t really expecting to see was you, wearing your cute little nightgown, staring up at him with a slightly nervous expression. 

Relief flooded through him at the sight of you, he hadn’t been sure when you were finally going to venture out of your room, if you were ever going to return to normal after what had happened. Taking note of the dark circles beneath your eyes he assumed that you weren’t quite feeling better, but at least you’d come to see him. That was something. 

“Can I come in?” Your voice sounded so small and sleepy as you asked him for something that he never expected. 

“Yeah.” He responded gently, stepping aside so that you could enter his room. You brushed past him, lingering awkwardly in the centre of his quarters as he closed the door, obviously unsure as to whether you should just make yourself at home. Amusing, considering that you’d so brazenly broken into his room not so long ago. 

“You should sit,” he said, gesturing to the bed. “You look tired.” 

He thought that you might glare at him for that, scold him and say that it's impolite to comment on a Princess’s appearance in such a way. But you did nothing, compliantly shuffling over to his bed and perching yourself towards the corner, as though you didn’t want to impose by taking up too much space. 

Even though you looked exhausted, Sukuna couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked bathed in moonlight from his window as you sat at the end of the bed. He let out a sigh and tried to push the thought aside, he couldn’t allow himself to see you in that way.

“Sorry I woke you up.” You said. 

He shrugged. “It's okay. I’ve been waiting days to see you, I won’t complain that it's the middle of the night.” You seemed to shrink a little at his comment, as though you felt guilty for locking yourself away from him.

“I had a nightmare.” You confessed. “I’m not sure why I knocked on your door, I just- I couldn’t think of who else to go to.” 

He felt his heart flutter a little at your words, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside you, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on your back comfortingly. He was glad that you’d chosen to come to him, even if your options were limited in the first place. The last few days he’d been yearning to see you, to hear your voice. 

“I just keep replaying it, although in all of my nightmares you aren’t there to save me and I just-” You let out a shuddering sigh, evidently trying to gain control of your breathing and stop any tears from falling. 

You were concerned about what would have happened if he weren’t there? All this time he’d been spiralling about the idea of you hating him, fearing him for so brutally killing a man in front of you, but instead you were terrified that he wouldn’t be there to do that for you. 

Gods, he was stupid.

“But I was there. I’ll always be there.” He soothed, running his hand gently up and down your spine, waiting for your breathing to even out. He’d happily kill hundreds of men for you if that’s what it took to keep you safe, he’d slaughter this whole kingdom before he let anything bad happen to you. 

“Really?” You were looking up at him, your pretty eyes a little glossy with tears. He wasn’t sure exactly when his chest had started feeling so tight whenever you looked up at him, but he was definitely feeling it now. 

“Promise.” He whispered. You leant into his side a little and he stiffened up. It felt nice, having your weight pressed against him, but it was wrong. If you were someone else, a servant, a knight, a random civilian; he would have no problem entertaining the budding warmth in his chest whenever you were with him. 

But you were a princess. 

Your father was going to marry you off to some rich prince just like you were always destined to be. There was no space for Sukuna to entertain any feelings towards you, if he ever did anything and Kashimo found out he’d probably be beheaded. He’d have defiled a princess. 

He couldn’t do anything. 

But he wasn’t going to push you away either - not when your body felt so warm pressed against his. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked quietly. Your voice sounded vulnerable, as if you were preparing for him to say no and send you back to your own room. “I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

“Of course you can.” He whispered. “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

And as he slept on the cold tiles of his chambers that night, listening to your soft breathing as you slept mere feet from him, he couldn’t help but wish that he was right beside you, holding your smaller body against his - keeping you safe. 

—

You’d started to get better since the evening that you went to visit Sukuna, coming out of your chambers much more in the day, starting to get back into your daily routine. 

It had only been that one night that you’d slept in Sukuna’s bed, managing to stay in your own room from then on - somehow the nightmares seemed to have disappeared since Sukuna had affirmed that he’d always been there to protect you. You supposed that was just something else you needed to add to the list of things you had to thank him for. 

Neither of you had mentioned that night since it had happened. 

You’d felt weird when you’d woken up in his room. He was an early riser so he was already gone by the time you’d awoken in the late morning. You were thankful for that, a little anxious at the idea of being so vulnerable with him in the light of day. It was easy to say things to him in the dark, less easy when there was light streaming through the window. 

Besides, you were a little embarrassed about how well you’d slept in his bed. It was the best night of sleep that you’d gotten in days, and you didn’t want to admit to yourself that it was because having his scent wrapped around you made you feel safe and comforted. 

No, that couldn’t be it. His bed was just comfier than yours - that was all. 

Even though you’d been doing well at getting back into your usual routine since that night, you were now faced with the biggest challenge that you’d encountered since the incident - Utahime’s garden party. 

Your father was still over at Gojo’s palace, but he had impressed upon both you and Sukuna the importance of you attending, and as such you were wearing one of your finest white gowns embroidered with colourful flowers, all ready to face what you knew would be a harrowing couple of hours. 

Making your way over to Utahime’s grand manor felt a little unnerving. It was the first time you’d been out and about since the attack, and the mere sight of crowds of people had your chest feeling tight. 

What if it happened again?

But Sukuna was right there with you, practically glued to your side as you moved through the streets. He’d kept you safe before and he’d do it again. As long as he was with you, you could be sure that no harm was going to come to you. 

It was strange, you were really grateful that all of your plans to get rid of him had failed. 

When the two of you arrived at the manor you were greeted by Utahime’s butler who ushered you out into the garden where the party was already in full swing. You’d taken care to arrive late, it just wasn’t fashionable to be early, and you wanted to spend as little time as possible at the function anyway. 

Utahime was quick to approach you, gushing over your dress and expressing worry about your wellbeing after the attempt on your life. You smiled politely and nodded along, glancing around a little to take in your surroundings, already considering where you and Sukuna could go to get out of the way of the dozens of invitees. 

No expense was spared at these gatherings, it was Utahime’s pride and joy to throw parties and the effort that she put in was evident. The garden was covered in colourful banners and bunting, several round tables were set up with intricately embroidered tablecloths for people to sit at and snack on a beautiful selection of cakes and pastries. 

Towards the corner of the garden were a handful of bards, playing beautiful music in front of a stone patio where couples were encouraged to dance. A few duos were already dancing, completely lost in the elegance of the music. 

You’d never danced at one of these things - you and Yuki would always choose to sit in some dark corner until the event was over. You’d been asked to dance on numerous occasions, usually by men desperate to have your hand in marriage so that they could elevate their own status and be closer to your father, but you always turned them down. Why would you bother dancing with someone you didn’t like? 

“-just let me know if you need anything, okay?” You registered that Utahime had finished talking, and you nodded, giving her a smile and waving her off as she went to greet other guests. 

You let out a deep sigh as you glanced around. What were even meant to do without Yuki? Raid the snack table and eat until it was appropriate to leave? You didn’t want to be around any of these people at the best of times, and you certainly didn’t want to deal with them feeling like you were one bad day away from a major panic attack. 

Sukuna seemed to sense your anxiety, because he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and ushered you over to an empty table. He’d been taking the initiative a lot lately, his hands often finding their way onto your body. It wasn’t like you were complaining, on the contrary his touch always seemed to ignite something in you, but you couldn’t help but wonder what his intent was behind it - if it was just him doing his duty, or if he was touching you because he liked it too. 

“I’ll go get us some food from the buffet.” He said as he sat you down on one of the pretty garden chairs. You smiled up at him gratefully, at least you weren’t totally alone without Yuki here. 

As Sukuna walked away you tried your best to focus on your breathing. Even though you knew you were safe, that you were in a well-guarded place surrounded only by other nobles, you couldn’t help but feel panicked by the number of people surrounding you. There was a part of you that desperately wanted to crawl under the table and hide away from everyone.

But many of the noble ladies already didn’t like you, and you weren’t about to make yourself look weirder by hiding under a table. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as a few people joined you at your table, a bitter taste rising in your mouth as you looked at the trio of women who were now sitting across from you. All three of them were wearing extravagant gowns, their make-up done perfectly. They were all very pretty, you’d always thought so - but their beauty was greatly undermined by the unpleasant look of disdain that seemed to permanently mar their faces.

Yorozu, Mei Mei and Manami, or the three witches as Yuki would so affectionately call them, were the primary reason that you hated going to these events. For whatever reason, the three of them had always gone out of their way to make your life difficult. Perhaps it was because of the extra attention that you got as a princess, or because you were so uninterested in playing along with their social game. 

Either way, there had been several times in which they’d made you feel like total shit. Snarky comments which were said in a kind tone but had cruel meanings, spreading rumors about you with other nobles to try and boost their own value, even going as far as to accidentally spill wine on your outfit. They were deeply unpleasant. 

Yuki was so feisty that generally you wouldn’t have to deal with the three of them, with your best friend always thoroughly putting them back in their box. But you on your own was a different story. With everyone’s eyes on you there wasn’t much you could do or say to them in retaliation, they were always good at making sure their bullying was subtle, so any reaction that you gave would just make you look bad. 

“Hey princess. Didn’t think you’d have the courage to show your face today after your little scare. Good on you for dragging yourself out of bed, I think I probably would’ve forced myself to put on makeup too, but that’s just me!” Yorozu’s shrill voice was unpleasant on the ears, and you did your best to ignore her. 

“No Yuki today?” Mei Mei asked. “You’re looking a bit lonely. Still haven't found yourself a husband?” Mei Mei had recently gotten married and she loved to brag about it - you weren’t really sure why, considering her husband was an oaf. 

“There's a lot of tables, you know.” You said firmly. “You can go and sit somewhere else.” 

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Manami cut in, and you looked at her with annoyance. Yorozu and Mei had always been unpleasant, but Manami had been pretty friendly with you back when you were younger, it frustrated you that she’d fallen in with this crowd. “We’re just trying to catch up.” 

“Exactly!” Yorozu said. You didn’t bother looking at her, your gaze drifting over to the buffet to see where Sukuna had gotten to, praying that he’d come back soon and scare off your new tablemates. “What’s with your new Knight anyway? Isn’t that Sukuna?” Yorozu’s voice was filled with interest as she followed your gaze over to where Sukuna was standing, caught up in conversation with one of the noblemen. 

“Obviously.” You mumbled. Sukuna was well-known as a hero in your nation and it wasn’t like his appearance was a subtle one. You could only think of one man who had pink hair and was covered from head to toe in tattoos. 

“He’s so hot, I wonder if he’s single.” You weren’t sure why Yorozu’s words really pissed you off, but you tried not to linger on it. You wondered for a moment if Sukuna would be interested in her and for some reason it made your skin crawl. 

“Ooooh yeah Yoro, you should totally go for it.” Mei urged her on, “I heard from someone who’d spent the night with him once that he has a massive-” You stood up swiftly, the garden chair scraping loudly against the floor. You weren’t sure what had overcome you, but you certainly didn’t want to hear the end of that sentence, or any more of this conversation for that matter. 

You didn’t say anything as you walked away, as far as you were concerned you didn’t owe them any explanation, but it did feel like you’d lost out in a battle of wills somehow by reacting to what they were saying. 

You approached Sukuna almost shyly, tugging a little on the red cloak that he’d chosen to wear with his armor for the party. He turned to face you, politely excusing himself from the conversation that he was having with Nanami: a well-known noble and one of your father’s advisors. 

“Something wrong?” He asked as he studied you, seemingly noticing some distress on your face. He’d become creepily good at reading you recently - you weren’t sure if you liked it or not, it made you feel like he had way too much power because you weren’t half as good at reading him. 

His eyes scanned behind you, narrowing as they landed on the table where he’d sat you down just five minutes ago. You watched as he sneered at the women, it was clear that he was piecing the situation together in his head. As you took a quick glance back at the table you noticed that the three of them were giggling and whispering to each other.

Gods, you hated these parties.

“Will you dance with me?” You asked Sukuna, a little bashfully. He seemed completely caught off guard by the request, and frankly so were you. You’d been intending to ask him if you could leave, too mentally exhausted to deal with any socialising right now. But seeing the three witches laugh at you had stoked a fire to some extent, you at least wanted a little bit of payback - see how Yorozu felt seeing you dance with Sukuna. Fuck her. 

“If that’s what you want, princess.” Sukuna’s voice sounded much more unsure than usual, as if he wasn’t clear on what the right answer was to your request. 

Without thinking too much about it, you grabbed Sukuna’s hand and brought him over to the area where others were dancing. You’d had plenty of training in dancing when you were young - it was expected of a princess to be a good dancer, to avoid any embarrassment at balls, but as you stood in front of Sukuna, gazing up at his handsome face, your mind drew a total blank. 

Sukuna smirked down at you, evidently having refound his footing since being caught off guard by your request. “You look a little lost, princess.” He teased. 

You were just about to rebuke as he reached out his hand to you, urging you to take it as he settled his other hand snugly on your waist. Gripping his hand tight, your other hand reached up to his shoulder as the two of you began to waltz along with the music. 

Eyes were on you instantly, and as you moved across the floor you found your gaze flicking over to Yorozu, Mei and Manami, taking at least a little bit of satisfaction in the surprise that was showing on Mei and Manami’s faces, and in the pure rage that was written across Yorozu’s. You could play their stupid little game too after all. 

As you continued to dance, you found that Sukuna was surprisingly smooth in the way that he moved, comfortably taking the lead and spinning you around like he’d done this a million times before. And even though you were doing this out of spite for Yorozu, you found yourself giggling and smiling up at Sukuna as you danced with him, genuinely enjoying yourself, even with all these eyes on you. 

You felt a shiver run through you at the way that his red eyes were fixed on you so intensely, making your heart race with exhilaration. Your skin felt warm where he was touching you and there was a big part of you that never wanted this to stop, that never wanted him to let you go. 

But that couldn’t be right, could it?

There was no way that you really wanted to be his, right?

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Worst Behavior

Art in the center by Houhai673 on lofter

pairings- stepbrother! Sukuna x f! Reader (lil bit of Toji/reader)

summary - Sukuna’s dad married your mom while you were in high school, and you hated each other on sight. He endlessly picked on and tortured you. So much so that he became a fucking YouTube sensation from prank videos starring you! You come back home for summer break after a bad breakup, and of course annoying ass Sukuna is there, with his stupid smirk, ready to pick on you again, only to be derailed when he sees you're going out with his old friend Toji for a date. Turns out, Sukuna has had it bad for you for a long time, and making you hate him was the only way to guarantee you stay far away, but can he keep up the act?

content/warnings - MDNI, tw- stepcest, lots of pining, kinda one-sided lol, Sukuna is an asshole to you, reader hates him. Enemies to ????- ton of sexual tension, jealous ass Sukuna. This chap - fingering, Toji saying what's up, Sukuna masturbating and being just depraved and pathetic tbh, panty stealing, taboo relationships

part two (coming soon)

part one

It was junior year of high school when your mom remarried, and you can't forget that day, the first time you met that pretentious little shit Sukuna. Who was now your 'family' you guess?

He was a couple of years older, already in freshman year of college, he'd come home on break and torment you endlessly, a whole fucking bulky. He'd hide shit high where you can never reach it, jumpscare you constantly, woke you up to fuck with you, and even filmed his pranks and put them on YouTube.

The jerk was actually YouTube famous from the amount of pranks he'd pull and your golden reactions. A mix of throwing shit at him, cursing him out or smacking him while he held his phone and recorded it. There was no doubt in your mind you just hated the giant asshole of an older 'stepbrother’ you had.

Now you're graduating this year, back home for summer break, and luckily Sukuna almost never visits anymore. He's running his stupid YouTube channel and banking on it, on being a dumb little prankster for his millions of subscribers, so now he lives pretty far thank God.

Let him prank everyone else.

You both don't talk whatsoever aside from holidays and family functions, and then it's just Sukuna picking on you. Not much has changed in five years, maybe his tactics are better. A little sneakier.

You smile and hug your mom, and your step-dad. He's actually pretty fucking cool, and your mom and him are cute together. "Hey hunny, I'm so glad you're here!" Your mom is going on and on about a party she's throwing, as you settle into your room, nothing's changed really. Your mom keeps it all the same.

"Mom, you don't have to keep all this out," you tease, looking at your old posters that adorn the walls, scattered Polaroids pinned to your corkboard. "You could make it a guest room?"

"We have a guest room, we love having your stuff here. And Sukuna's room is the same."

"Ugh don't say his name, you'll summon him!" Your mom laughs a bit as you shiver in feigned disgust.

"He's family honey."

"Not even. I get dad, I really do, but I think Sukuna and I will never get along."

"Ah shit that hurts sis." You hear his pretentious voice and panic as he leans in the doorway, stupid fucking smirk on his far too attractive face. You glare at him.

"Yuck don't call me that, weirdo." He flips you off behind your mom's back, putting his hands away as your mom comes up and hugs him tightly. He smirks over her shoulder as you flip him off back. 

"She's so mean to me, why can't she be nicer like you," he pouts, and your mom laughs a bit, leaning on her tip toes to ruffle his light pink locks. 

"You're both mean to each other. Maybe a couple weeks at home will help you two learn to get along."

"He's staying for a couple weeks!? Ugh." You sigh and he scoffs. Your mom shakes her head and looks at you both.

"Dinner in thirty. Get settled and don't kill each other."

Sukuna eyes you then, ever so slowly up and down, while you start setting things down. "Really filled out huh?"

"I'll punch you." He grins again, you wall up and shove at him, pausing when you feel just how hard his chest is. Blushing a bit, he notices apparently, raising a brow.

"Feeling me up?"

"Gross no. Gym rat." He glares now and you smile right back.

"Yeah how's that loser boyfriend of yours?" He asks so casually. Walking in your room and touching all your shit like he does. You follow him and put everything back in its place as he skews every position of any item.

"We broke up," he pauses at your tone, eyeing you then. You're so pretty you make his heart pound in his chest, not like he'd ever fucking tell you. He calls you a gremlin and worse, knowing you're a whole knockout. "Yeah, rub it in."

"Wasn't gonna," you pause then, as his ruby eyes glint and catch yours. For a moment you see a rare softness in them, making you falter. "He got tired of your bitchiness?"

"Oh fuck off." You roll your eyes, sinking on the white day bed, hands brushing the soft sheets that smell like your mom's favorite fabric softener. But you also smell him, Sukuna, so manly and taking over your space, he leans on your dresser, eyeing a picture of you.

"What happened?"

"Like you care," you lay back, shorts sliding up your thighs. Revealing far, far too much skin, he barely tears his eyes away. "He left me for my best friend."

"Oh shit..." he doesn't know what to say, all he's ever done is pick on you, prank you. Be a whole ass. How does he... comfort you? Without getting too close, feeling shit he can't?

What you didn't realize, is Sukuna has had it bad for you for years now. He knows he can never act on it, so the next best thing was to make your life a living hell. To make you hate him and stay far, far away.

It worked, you hate him.

But it's still not enough to stop the raging thoughts always inside him, of the filthy things he thinks of when he's alone. Stroking his cock to memories of you rather than porn, finding himself comparing others to the traits he loves about you. Traits you'll never know.

He can never ever tell you.

"I've got a date this week though. Old friend of ours." You lean up on your elbows, eyeing him then. He feels that familiar pang of fucking jealousy he also can't feel, remembering the ridiculous amount of men he's chased off over the years.

"What old friend?" He asks curiously, you smile a little then.

"Toji. Weren't you two super close?"

"Toji!? You are not going out with Toji." You sit up and glare, Sukuna crosses his thick arms. "Absolutely not."

"I'm twenty one. I'll do what I want, but don't you like him?"

"Tch, you're such an annoying fucking brat," his words make you stand up, as he sets down your polaroid, it's a pretty picture that's always burned in his brain. You at the beach all happy and pretty, he'd been so hard that day he'd had to jerk it in the fucking bathroom stall.

Why do you have to be so pretty? It's so annoying, and your shit attitude. Toji would be all over you, he always found you hot, but he never dared make a move once Sukuna let him know you were off limits. Was Sukuna not as imposing now that he's a YouTube star? Toji acted as if he couldn't still beat his ass down.

“Put the picture back, you’re so weird.” He holds it up high, smirking down at you, while you jump up and try to grab it, his big grin growing on his face, while he runs around your room with it.

“Too short, aww.”

“Anyone is short you giant, lord of the rings ent.”

“Nerd!”

“Give it!” You’re bouncing again, and he’s far too enamored by your pretty tits jiggling for a moment, his hand falls as his eyes catch them, you snatch your picture up then. “Hah! Now go.”

“Like I wanna be in here.” He’s scowling as he walks out, you lock your door with a little click when Sukuna stands in front of it, sighing and resting his back on it.

Why is it worse than usual seeing you? Typically he could hold his composure somewhat, why do you have to smell so good and - 

Shit he needs to stop.

*****

Dinner with Sukuna is the worst. He's devouring everything on his plate before leaning over, starting to slam down your food too. You scoff and shove the whole plate at him. "Yuck, just have it, now it's covered in Sukuna germs."

"You should count yourself lucky to have any of them from me, brat."

"Will you two stop," your mom and Sukuna's dad say it simultaneously with a big sigh, it's an automatic response when you both have to be in each other's vicinity.

"Why don't you just stay somewhere fancy, rich boy?"

"Tch, you really would miss me if I didn't come over, can't have you all upset." You roll your eyes as your mom gives you an entire other plate of food. Sukuna's already downed your plate and eyeing the new one.

"Let me eat holy shit," you turn away from him, about to stab him with the fork when he goes for a piece of chicken. "Sukuna!"

"Stop it, go get another plate." Sukuna's dad instantly has Sukuna resigned just a bit, he rolls his eyes and leaves your plate alone. The two of them look more like brothers than father and son really, he's a spitting image of him.

Sukuna is handsome, you suppose, though he knows it and is so pretentious about it, that it's just annoying. You'd never tell him he was, either, not when he calls you a little gremlin. That started the first year you lived here, along with dweeb, shrimp and brat, he was a classic bully.

You nibble a bit as you stare at your phone, swiping away the annoying notification that he posted, only for him to eye it, smirking. "Aw you do love me, following me and everything!"

"You wish, I keep ignoring it and it won't stop. Conspiracy or some shit."

"Honey, no cussing at the table."

"Sorry mom," she laughs at you two, shaking her head, while Sukuna leans over, peeking at the phone you're now bringing to your chest. "Will you fuck off."

"Language honey. Ow!" You stomp right on his foot, earning a scowl landed at you. "Brat!"

"Jerk! I don't want to eat, I lost my appetite." You stand up then, plate almost entirely untouched, walking up the stairs as your mom asks you to come back down.

God you can't stand him.

You get a knock later, and he's holding a plate in his big ass hands, frowning a bit. "What, dad yell at you?"

"Just eat," he shoves the plate at you, you notice it's been warmed up when the glass touches your skin. You blink a bit in surprise. "You didn't eat anything."

"You ate all my food like an ass, and I'm not hungry." You shove the plate back at him and his eyes narrow, your fingers touching as you try to put it back in his hands.

"Will you just eat? Now."

"You don't tell me what to do.

"You're such a-

"Brat, I know." You tug the plate back, rolling your eyes now. "I'll eat if you leave me alone."

"I don't want to hang out with you anyway," he says, lying his fucking ass off - god he wants to just spend time with you, not that he ever would say it or do it for that matter. “You better eat it all.”

“Oh Jesus.” You shake your head at him, sighing and nibbling some of it when he walks away, you hate how good his ass looks in those stupid gym shorts. He catches you staring damn near, looking back at you with a raised brow, you quickly scowl and shut the door.

Why does Sukuna look so good? You can’t think the shit.

After eating you’re washing up, bumping into Sukuna as he heads to the bathroom, shirtless just to distract you, surely. You’re breathless when you see his bare chest - has he gotten more chiseled? More tattoos? There are many sliding across his chest, his flat brown nipples, dipping down his rib cage and tracing his obliques. For a moment you can’t even say anything, just standing there.

“Did you eat?” You blink a bit, looking up and nodding a bit. “Nothing smart to say?”

“I’m just tired.”

You’re far, far too close to him then, just standing there, cheeks heating up at the proximity. He’s always been gorgeous, he’s always been buff, it shouldn’t bother you now so much. Without another word, Sukuna walks into the bathroom and you head out of it, shoulder brushing one of his biceps, the contact alone making your tummy tense.

The fuck was going on with you lately?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t originally have a crush on Sukuna when you met him, how couldn’t you? He was so hot, especially to a younger you, before you realized what an ass he was as soon as he opened his mouth. After that first prank you knew he was just your enemy, not that you could have ever acted on your stupid crush anyway.

He’s family now, honey.

You cover your face with the blankets, avoiding any thoughts of that tattooed body on top of you. Maybe it’s your break up, maybe it’s the date coming up, maybe you’re ovulating, fuck… Whatever it is, you’re undeniably clenching around nothing from being too close to that asshole.

*****

Your date with Toji is tonight, you had a little crush on him when he’d come visit with Sukuna over the summers, but of course he never left you alone with Toji. He was annoying as can be when it came to making sure no one talked to you, because no one wanted to fuck with Sukuna, it’s just now gotten easier, since he’s out of college and some of them have gotten a little braver.

He hated your last boyfriend when you brought him over, on sight, though you have to admit he may have been onto something with that one, he really was a complete dick now that you look back on it. But he hated everyone you dated, making sure if he ran into them on campus to threaten them for no good reason, most of them just gave up.

You ran into Toji the other day randomly, and he was looking really good. He's that dangerous bad boy that your mom tells you to stay away from, but you never listen. Good guy you were just with fucked your former friend however, so you’re truly not so sure what everything means right now. Giving him a chance for a date seems like the perfect way to forget two things.

One, your shitty ex.

Two, your annoying step brother.

You’re eyeing your outfit in the mirror, turning this way and that, before brushing your hair out, you’re dressed in a lacy little black bustier and a pretty pleated skirt, you two are going to a concert so you figure you’ll look cute for it. You’re popping on a little gloss, slathering it over your lips until they’re glistening, doing a little spin and then checking Toji’s text.

You’re running down the stairs, hand on the rail, cool under your touch, when you pause, almost running into Sukuna and nearly tumbling off that last step. Sukuna  curses, catching you quickly, until you’re pressed against him. He is steadying you with his hands, huge fucking hands that feel way too good on your skin, when you’re eye to eye with his chest, looking up at him slowly.

“Clumsy brat…” He grumbles, pushing you back then, but his touch lingers for a little too long. When he looks at your outfit slowly, you feel those ruby eyes like a physical touch, slipping down your body and making you tremble just a bit.

Sukuna never looks at you like that.

It’s quiet for a moment, it goes on way too long, his gaze trailing down your breasts in that top, seeing the way your nipples press up like they’re dying for him. You look too good, too pretty, too much of that body revealed, and for another dude to look and touch? His old friend at that- it fucking infuriates him, his fists clenched on either side.

He barely composes himself, while you’re just looking at him under your lashes, doing too much to his brain, his heart pounding in his chest as desire hits him right in the stomach. He’s seen you in all sorts of shorts, bikinis, you name it, but he’s never really seen you dressed like this, and it’s fucking his entire mind up, short circuiting momentarily.

He finally composes himself, crossing his arms and scowling as you smile at him, arms behind your back. “Like the outfit, Sukuna?”

“Like it, fuck no. What’re you trying to dress like that for?”

“Because we’re going to a concert!”

“Tch,” he goes to the coat stand then, yanking his down from it and scowling right down at you. “Put on the jacket, now.”

Sukuna’s throwing his jean jacket over your shoulders again, you yank it off and shove it at him, pretty breasts just heaving in that slutty little fucking top again, he’s torn between being furious anyone sees you like this, and irritated it affects him this bad. What he thought was shoved far down is prominent as ever, fuck it was even worse than before.

“No! Don’t want your stinky jacket.” He is stepping even closer, when you inhale him - and you hate to admit the fucker smells good.

“This cologne is a hundred bucks a spray, you know it smells good.”

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s nasty. As is your giant jacket, it’ll swallow me, he won’t see my outfit at all!”

“Good, no one should.” You scoff at that and shake your head at him.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes! You’re not some big brother, and I’m grown. I’ll wear whatever I want- I look hot actually.”

“You look slutty.” His whisper is too close, you haul back and smack him then, hurting your hand and gasping, shaking it out as the tingles shoot through it, while the asshole smirks. “Hit like a little girl.”

“Oh fuck you, with your big ass head.”

“Honey! Ready for your date? He’s um…” your mom looks outside as she walks up to you two in the entry way,, where Toji is revving up his mustang. “He’s here… I guess.”

“Can’t come to the fucking door?” Sukuna says, you scowl at him.

“Like you do that for girls.”

Sukuna raises a brow. “Like you know what I do for girls.”

“I’ve heard plenty,” he smirks then, shaking his head. “Oh you’re notorious, how many girls have you dated? Manwhore.”

“Me, a manwhore?”

“Mom,” you turn to her now, as she still eyes Toji standing outside of his mustang, you can tell all her motherly instincts are telling her to intervene, but she has always let you make your own decisions.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Tell him I’m fine in this,” your mom pauses, lips parting as Sukuna’s dad comes out, and looks at you briefly before he takes off his jacket from the rack, earning Sukuna’s chuckle. “Really now!?”

“It’ll be cold,” he tries to play it off, clearing his throat as he covers you up with his jean jacket instead. “You’ll catch a chill. And why isn’t he at the door?”

“Exactly-”

“Shush.” You put your finger to your lips as Sukuna is about to gloat at the fact that your parents are in agreement. “Suck up.”

“Me? You!”

“Okay,” your mom takes off the jacket, earning the two men’s scowls. “She’s an adult, she chooses what she wears. Even if… she should wear a jacket.”

“I love you.” You kiss her cheek, grabbing your purse and phone then, walking outside. Sukuna walks to the porch with you, much to your irritation, glaring over at Toji who’s whistling across the yard.

“What’s up, Sukuna?” Toji’s voice makes Sukuna want to take him down, he’s grinning as he looks at you in ways he shouldn’t. “Long time no see. Oooh, don’t you look hot, doll.”

You’re giggling, giggling!? Sukuna is about to lose his mind.

He grabs your wrist, long thick fingers with black painted nails taking it over, you pause at the warmth, at the rough palms, looking up then. The night is humid but there’s a breeze tossing around his light pink locks, as he grips just a little tighter, making you turn to him.

“What is it?” You ask then, your voice for a moment is soft, Sukuna looks at you, then at Toji, sighing. “I’ll be fine.”

“Right.” He lets you go then, you’re bouncing down the stairs practically, Toji’s hand is at the small of your back, his fingers itching to break them, while you hug Toji and he wraps you in his big ass arms.

You’re opening your door, it’s not like Toji would do that, shit Sukuna’s not one to do it half the time, but the fact that it’s you makes him unreasonably angry. You look at him across the driveway, expression unreadable before you slip in the car next to him. Toji zips off so quickly Sukuna’s also worried about you driving with him.

He’s been jealous before, many, many times, but today is just too much, seeing you again, and knowing you’ll never be his, hits harder than it should. He stomps back in the house, your mom thanks him for being so caring - hah - if only she knew what he really thought about you.

Sukuna really isn’t proud of any of the next thoughts or actions that night, no he really isn’t. When he heads up to his room but lingers by yours instead, staring into it and seeing black lace on the ground. He knows he’s just horrible when he walks in and shuts that door quietly, eyeing everything in there, the sweet lingering scent of your perfume hitting his senses.

Sukuna is also not proud when he’s in your room, when he takes those panties you slipped off before you left, just sitting on the carpet by your dresser. He’s not very proud when he picks them up to his face, inhaling your scent - fuck, his ‘stepsister’ has the sweetest pussy. He has done this before, and you just get sweeter tasting, as he desperately laps your slick off them.

He’s so not proud when he’s right in your bed, putting them to his face and releasing his thick cock then, red tip leaking precum and smacking his stomach as it’s released. He knows this isn’t a good thing to do, he’s Sukuna, he could have any woman he wants, they’re all after him, and he’s stealing panties and jerking it on a friday night.

He’s furious that Toji gets to touch you.

If Sukuna touched you, he’d grip your breasts, squish them in his hands, have you littered with his hand prints, show you what it is to really get fucked, and fucked so good you’re delirous from it. Bend you over, grip your wrists with one of his hands, stretch your cunt the fuck out. God he bets it’s so pretty, too, his mind vividly pictures it as he touches his tip, exhaling.

What is he reduced to from you!? In your bed, so big he hardly fits on the fucking thing, sprawled out with his long limbs as he strokes his thick, veiny cock slowly. Your panties are right against his face, he’s perverted and depraved for doing it, especially in your bed, but he can’t stop himself. He’s moaning softly into them, as your scent fills his mind, while his hand jerks it faster and faster.

He’s whispering your name, sweat slicking his muscled body, a thin sheen glimmering under your pretty fairy lights while he’s being fucking filthy on your bed. Picturing your tummy bulging with him, stroking slowly in and out, making you squirt cum all over him till your sheets were soaked. He’s jerking faster and faster, wishing it were you, so desperate and pathetic you make him.

He hates you more for making him this way, him, fucking Sukuna, pathetically cumming in his ‘step - sister’s’ bed, as if he could call you it. He barely knows you, aside from being a dick every break, pranking you to watch your pretty face so angry, getting off on it in far, far too many ways.

He didn’t have to be home for the summer, he actually put himself out doing it, just to see you, to fucking torment you, but it’s you who torment him, when he imagines tasting your pussy from the source. He’d lap his cum out of your cunt, then fill you up again, over and over, until there was no room for anymore, just messy and dripping all down your pretty thighs.

“Fuck,” he whispers it, muffling his moan with that fabric, as his cum pumps from his huge length, dripping in white ropes down his hand, pulsing in his hold. He’s gasping at the release, picturing putting it inside your bratty little fucking mouth.

He’s cleaned up then, right with your panties, whimpering the tiniest bit as they hit his sensitive tip, jerking as he lays there now, sooty pink lashes fluttering, furious as he thinks of you on your stupid date. You’ll never know what he really thinks, it has to be that way, but it doesn’t make it easier, not when he’s cuddling with a pillow that smells like your shampoo.

*****

“I had fun!” Toji smiles, that scar curving up just a bit, his big hand on your thigh as his engine hums.

“You did, huh?”

“I did, I needed that.” He chuckles and leans close, tilting your chin up now, inky locks falling over his brow. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he practically purrs the words, you gather their meaning quickly, heart racing just a bit as his lips descend. “Been thinking of this all night.”

Toji’s kiss is nothing like your ex, it’s a rough kiss, his tongue tracing your lips and slipping in your mouth when you gasp a bit. You hear his moan when he drags one of your thighs closer, spreading you, you feel your body reacting quickly, a mix of nerves, thoughts, and clearing your pussy is reacting too. She’s already been soaked for two days, and now she’s way too excited.

“God, doll,” Toji hums as he kisses you deeper, you’re trembling when his fingers slip up your thigh carefully, teasing and leaving goosebumps everywhere. His dark green eyes lock with yours as he pulls back. “You feel s’good, ya know that?”

“Do I?” You tease, he moans and kisses you again, while in front of your childhood home, it feels so… thrilling but terrifying.

Was Sukuna watching?

No way…

And if so, what would that make you feel?

You’re contemplating that as Toji finds you over your panties, you moan softly when rough fingers slip up and down them. “So hot, fuck…”

“Mnh!” You’re spreading your thighs for more, he feels so good, kisses taking over your addled mind, and you wonder if it can shove down the thoughts you’re having about your dumbass step brother. Thoughts you can’t have, shit you can’t do - even if either of you did want to.

Sukuna would never want you like that. He’s never called you pretty, not that he should, but he’s said the opposite all the time. He doesn’t know, calling you a fucking gremlin or whatever sucks sometimes, you don’t expect his compliments, but deep down a part wants them anyway. You get looking extra pretty for him, a fact you’ll take to your fucking grave.

Toji slips under your panties, you’re gasping when he touches your wet slit with expert fingers. “Soaked, huh doll? Need me to make ya feel good?”

“I’m… ah! Toji…” you grip his wrist, his thumb is circling on your clit now, it feels really fucking good, twitching against his touch. “Mnh…”

“Wanna cum f’me, pretty?” He’s rolling quicker, more pressure now, while he drags messy kisses on your neck.

“Um, I don’t fuck on the - ngh - first date, Toji.” He pulls back now, a smile tugging on his mouth.

“Was just gonna have you cum on my fingers - fuck, mouth if you want,” you’re blushing and he notices, chuckling again. “You’re cute.”

“Cute, huh?” You wonder what it would be like, you’ve always pictured it with Sukuna, his long fingers and black nails in your cunt, things you should never, you shove it back, focusing now. “You wanna finger me?”

“Wanna have you cum,” his voice is gruff, he’s not fucking around when he slips a finger in your soppy little cunt, your nails press into the leather of his jacket as he kisses you again. “Mmm, that’s it.”

Your eyes shut as he massages your cunt with his fingers, stretching you out and making you tense, thighs trembling on either side. For whatever stupid reason you can’t get fucking Sukuna’s body in a towel out of your damn mind, no matter how many times you shove it down, instead just getting wetter. You focus on kissing him, on feeling him, the squishing wetness loud in his car still running.

“That’s it, cum, I can feel it.” Toji’s words urge you on, as he sucks along your shoulder, sinking his teeth in as his fingers curl just so, and you feel yourself cum then, pressure building and releasing in your tummy.

“Ah!” You’re whining out, earning Toji’s grin against your skin, you feel his teeth lines along you, breaths coming quicker and quicker. “Toji, god…”

“You’re so wet.” He puts your panties back, a hand entangled in your hair now. “See, I wasn't gonna go that far.”

“Are you a gentleman?”

“Fuck no,” you giggle a bit. “But we don’t have to rush things. Are you gonna go out with me again?”

“I’d like that.” He kisses you once more, you’re a little dizzy, from your thoughts, your mind, when you walk back to the porch and Toji takes off.

Why do you feel bad?

Surely not for his ass.

Surely not for a man who is just… a jerk, who’s hot sure okay, Toji is too. You need to shove it down, all of it. You try to do just that, it’s still warm outside so the jackets were a silly idea, you unlock the door with your key, stepping inside and sighing as you feel the cool air conditioning hit your skin.

You slip off your shoes by the front door, picking them up and carrying them as you walk back up the stairs, yawning a bit. You know it’s late, so you try to be quiet when you finally walk into your room. You’re taking off that top and skirt, fingers touching the knobs of your dresser so you can find some comfy clothes to sleep in. Mom has everything you’ve ever owned in here still, so you have to sift through the old clothes.

Suddenly, you hear a rustle behind you, making you jerk and eye the mirror, nearly fucking screaming as you see something turning under your goddamn blankets.

“What the fuck!?” You walk over there now, seeing the tints of pink hair in the dark, as none other than Sukuna is in your goddamn bed.

You shove at the big lug of a fucking man, only for him to stop snoring and peek at you with eyes almost black, you tense as they hit you, as you realize you’re just in a bra and panties now. They drift down your body, when he leans up, yawning now, his look making you feel even wetter, even more needy than earlier.

“Are you pranking me? Get up…” Your voice is quiet, as he yawns, gripping your wrist then, tugging you until you almost straddle him over those sheets. You gasp at it, at how his hand brushes across your shoulder.

“Let him mark your perfect fucking skin?” He demands in a scratchy, husky voice, shocking you so much you blink, leaning back. You’re far too close to his hard length you feel under those sheets, against your inner thigh.

“Are you having some weird dream? Sukuna, it’s me…” You say your name, but he hears nothing with the blood rushing in his own ears, as he eyes that damn mark Toji left on your pretty shoulder. His thumb brushes it, while he pictures leaving marks everywhere. “Sukuna?”

He tugs you closer, until you’re sprawled over him, and he’s too fucking tired to stop it, to stop how badly he wants you - the girl he shouldn’t but can’t fucking help but want over anyone. You have no clue, he sees it in your shocked gaze, when he eyes your other shoulder, pristine and free from any marks.

“Did you like it, brat?” He asks softly, you don’t know what to say at that moment, you just look at him, at his lidded eyes and parted lips.

What do you say to that?

“Would you be mad if I did? I’m a grown up, y’know that?” He scoffs then, huge hand slipping up your bare spine, watching as your eyes flutter shut. “Sukuna…”

“Can’t answer, brat?”

“What’re you even doing in here?” You tug back a bit, but he just drags you back down, and soon you find yourself completely straddling him - Sukuna, your enemy, your… what is he exactly?

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volume one — womb

✦ ── pairing: lumberjack!sukuna x citygirl!reader

✦ ── synopsis: taking a hike, alone, in a massive forest to escape your mundane life may not have been the greatest idea you'd conjured up—a realization you'd come to soon after you managed to lose your map miles inland. but when a lumberjack who knows the land like the back of his hand offers you a place to stay, you think maybe your life isn't so tragic after all. besides, for the sake of your safety, who knows what lingers in the shadows after nightfall?

✦ ── contents: lost in the forest au, forced proximity, bantering, angst, trauma/torture aspects, minor injuries, eventual romance, eventual smut, no use of y/n, more tags to be added.

✦ ── a/n: so. this was supposed to be my 1k special but i have no sense of restraint and desperately wanted to release this. enjoy my food. also check out the playlist for the curated mood and for a forehead kiss.

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art by outdmilk on twt

“This was a horrible idea.”

There was a sharp piercing pain in your ankle, due to you brushing it against a shrub, thus prickling it against a rather pointed thorn.

You scowled under your breath, pivoting on the ball of your foot to take a look at the injury just beneath your sock before adjusting the cloth and standing upright.

Your back was miserably sore, sweat clung to you like a second skin, your calves burned as if they were combustible, and worst of all—you were starving.

You felt as if you couldn’t thoroughly enjoy the scenery of the forest anymore—no longer stopping to listen to the throaty croaking of frogs, the wind sliding and slipping between the narrow trees, nor the occasional snap of twigs from skittish wildlife. 

It smelled of sun-warmed rock and wet earth, your heart thrumming and yearning for a connection with Mother Earth after months spent cooped up in the city and at home.

Adjusting your rucksack resting on your back, carrying everything you needed—which was far too much for a day hike—you continued on your trek. 

For a lack of better wording, you were a noob. You lacked any sort of experience with the woodlands but you believed there was no better time to start than now! Especially since life has managed to feel duller more than ever recently.

Fallen branches snapped underfoot, the tickle of overgrown weeds brushing your bottoms. The sun filtered through the leaves, beading down on you. Your only reprieve was your wide-brimmed hat and the somewhat forgiving breeze.

Pulling the now-crinkled sheet of paper with directions from your pocket, you unfurled it and spun it around, glancing at your compass while you did so.

The map you’d found online and ultimately printed was telling you that you still had quite the walk until the nearest exit route, at least a couple of hours ahead of you, and you knew you couldn’t continue on in this condition, sore in every spot you could imagine and more.

You were severely out of shape due to your sedentary lifestyle.

But how much of a choice did you have? You needed to get out of here before nightfall or else you’d be stalking around in the dark.

You wiped the sweat from your furrowed brow line in a harried manner before starting up your pace again, repeating ‘mind over matter’ to yourself like a mantra.

Unexpectedly and commendably, the sound of gentle trickling and splashes broke you from your focused state, your head snapping in that direction.

It was steady, and light. You hoped it was what you needed. It couldn’t be too far from here.

You followed the sound, hastening your pace as the sounds increased in volume, until you stood before a large creek. Birds sploshed and called to each other across the stream, rocks falling and breaking the surface with an audible plop!

You could feel your heart settle to a relieved murmur, a sudden idea popping into your mind that you couldn’t shake off.

You hadn’t seen anyone for miles, the forest around you dulled to its loneliness.

No one would notice if you went for a quick swim, right? Besides, if you were in better condition after a cooldown, you’d make it out of here before nightfall. Possibly. You hoped.

Shivering the thought off, you began to strip, tossing your bag to the floor and marking the stream on your map before resting it atop a pile of fallen leaves.

Your clothing stuck uncomfortably to you, and you contorted your expression in displeasure as you bared yourself to your undergarments. You would’ve preferred if you could scrub your outfit clean in the stream, but you had no place to hang them to dry nearby or any time to do so as this was just a day hike—so you tossed them upon a rock, clad in your cotton set, before stepping into the water.

It was freezing cold and clear, the moss-slicked rocks resting against the bottom catching your eye. There were small minnows making laps to and fro the sides of the creek, dragonflies humming just above the surface, and squirrels stopping to take a sip due to the sweltering heat.

You wrapped your hands around your bare self, slightly shivering, but also grateful for the cooling temperature.

Soon enough, you settled, laying your head back in the water and feeling it soak your roots for a moment, allowing your thrumming headache inflicted by the unforgiving heat come to a rest.

You then curled your arms, swimming deeper until you could see slightly larger fish, slipping against your bare calves and tickling you. You giggled, splashing water upon your face and releasing a sigh of content. Playing like a child.

Until you glanced over at your bag, a flutter of beige catching your attention.

Your map was currently flying in the opposite direction, flipping and turning against the ground and being sent deeper into the woodland.

Fucking great.

You gasped, eyes wide in shock as your pulse picked up, swimming towards the edge of the water frantically.

You crawled and clawed at soil, dirt clinging to your wet skin as you got to your feet, mottled green and brown painting you like a blank canvas.

“No, no, no!”  You yelped in denial, your feet picking up as you raced to it, hopping over branches and rocks that were sure to break some bone if you didn't slow down. But it seemed to only fly away further, impossibly far out of your reach, the breeze actively working against you.

However, your exclaims were picked up by someone else in the forest.

As you raced to the map, you could hear the sound of pressure hitting dirt behind you in a consistent pat! before barking sounded in your ears.

A gasp left your lips as your head spun behind you, a blurry fluff of white hurtling towards you, full-throttle.

Your priorities changed drastically in the moment—a shrill yelp leaving your lips as you sprinted down the forest in just your underwear, a sense of doom sent up your spine.

You were being chased down, probably to your demise. What a pathetic way to go out—flailing in the woods, half-naked, entirely alone besides your attacker.

Your voice caught in your throat, vocal cords frozen in fear, unable to call for help.

Yet, someone heard your silent pleas.

“Uraume, down!” A gruff voice sounded, followed by the click of a tongue and a commanding whistle.

The onslaught stopped instantly, peering past your shoulder to see the white shepherd-dog sitting proudly, tongue flailing and panting as if it hadn’t just tried to eat you.

Okay. Realistically, it probably wouldn’t have eaten you as it is a dog that looks surprisingly domesticated. But how else does someone react when an unfamiliar animal starts sprinting at them?

You craned your head towards the sound of that gruff voice before you saw a tall man emerge from behind a thick sequoia trunk.

He was massive, probably nearing seven feet, towering over you.

His eyes caught yours, ducking his cowboy-styled hat once taking notice of your nude form before quickly turning his back to you. He was clad in a red buffalo-plaid shirt, thick washed-out jeans, a brown and curved hat, and chunky brown and sturdy boots.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, ma’am. You alright?” He questioned, giving you only a sliver of his side-profile to view. You could make out thick, black lines across it making your stomach clench in steadily rising trepidation. You’d never seen anything like it.

Your hands flew to cover yourself, as if the man hadn’t already turned his back to you. “No! I am not as your mutt just chased me,” you spat out, surprised at how unlike yourself you sounded, though your voice was actively quivering in fear. Should you be yelling at this strange man?

“I see,” he exhaled, though you could hear the faintest amusement lingering in his tone at your exasperated state, somehow already starting to piss you off. “I believe you startled them.”

Your nose scrunched as you scowled deeply. “Excuse me? I– Who exactly are you?”

The man huffed, pushing air from his nose. “Sukuna. I’ve got a better question, though—who are you and why are you naked?”

You clenched your teeth, feeling your morals slide against each other before relaying your name. “I am naked because your dog chased me!”

You didn’t care that that didn’t make much sense.

Sukuna adjusted in his stead, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he stared ahead before taking a peep back at you. You gasped, grabbing a nearby twig and throwing it at him.

He directed his gaze away quickly at your outburst, barely able to conceal his pleasure in riling up this strange woman, not even flinching when the branch bounced off of his back. “So you’re saying the real reason you’re flailing naked in the woods is because of my dog…?”

You bit your tongue, holding back a slew of curses before taking a reluctant step back, twigs underfoot digging into your heel. “Well, no but…”

He grunted, shoving his hands into his pocket before nodding. “Alright, then. I’ll be on my way out, ma’am. You have a splendid au naturel evening,” he chuckled, cocking his head at his dog, Uraume, who barked in excitement.

They sprinted towards Sukuna, the large man squatting to ruffle their hair before making his way in the opposite direction of you.

You peered behind you, hands still lazily covering your form, to see your map had finally slowed, maybe the breeze was forgiving.

Hurrying over to it with a grin, you now see why it was motionless.

It was face down in a puddle of mud–drenched and entirely illegible.

Your heart dropped at the sight, blood and smile draining from your face, realizing you needed some sort of plan to get yourself out of this.

But your only plan was brown and soaking wet, save for the rude and burly man you’d encountered moments ago.

Fuck.

You hated that you had to even consider this, but your survival instincts and sense of urgency ultimately won over your ego.

“Wait!” You called out, seeing him a few hundred feet in front of you. His massive legs carried him far with ease.

He paused, not fully turning around but enough to signal that he took notice of your call.

Once you stopped close behind him, chest heaving with either chasing after him or your flooding embarrassment, you bit your lip before speaking. “Are you from around here?”

He paused, eyes narrowing. “These parts? Yeah, I live here.”

You released a small sigh of relief. Alright, that’s a solid start. “Do you think you could, I dunno, give me any directions out of here?”

Sukuna placed a hand against his hip, with the other pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket and placing one in his mouth, back still facing you. “Mind lighting this for me?”

You could barely conceal your agitation, a sense of urgency tugging at you as you were quite literally naked in a forest with a strange man, night falling soon. “I’m sorry?”

“You need my help, I need yours. So be a darling and help a guy out, my hands have been sore all afternoon.”

He was lying. He was so obviously lying to your face.

You scoffed incredulously, feeling a sudden shiver wrack your body from the wind cooling your skin. Sukuna seemed to be toying with you, for whatever reason you couldn’t understand.

What joy did he get in harassing a helpless, naked lady in the woods?

But he had you stumped. As much as you hated this entire ordeal, you needed his assistance to get the hell out of here and return to your reality.

So you mustered up all of your courage, taking a few reluctant steps towards him. You could see the sleazy grin on his face once he’d realized you had surrendered, the quiet falls of your feet against the leaves evidence of your resignation as he hadn’t glanced at you yet. 

“Hand over the lighter,” you grit out through a clenched jaw.

“My pleasure,” he honeyed out, dipping his head towards you with shut eyes, his massive palm outstretched, a bed for his silver lighter.

You were finally able to get a proper look at his face. 

Tight lines etched his face, littered with a few scars, most likely from years of work of whatever it is he did in the woodlands. You also got a closer view of the tattoos marking his face, a weird juxtaposition to a man living in a forest, making you wonder what the story behind them was.

But what stood out to you the most was his pink-colored hair–something you’d never come across in all of your years. 

“Done gaping?” He smirked, eyes closed despite how assured he sounded knowing you were staring.

“Shut up,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing the lighter from his massive hand that seemed to dwarf yours, rubbing your thumb against the spark wheel.

You watched it light up, holding it up to the butt of the cigarette and watched as it burned, ashes fluttering into the air.

He returned to his full height, snagging the lighter from your hand with ease and shoving his hands into his pockets, turning his back to you once more.

“You’ve got three options,” he ruled, pulling the cigarette from his lips and inhaling sharply, before pushing it out of his nose. “One, stay here and figure your own way out, and probably die. Two, you can listen to the directions I point you in… andddd probably die since you clearly don’t know your way around. The wolves here tend to get real hungry,” he snarled, wanting to get a reaction from you.

You rolled your eyes, bristling at his demeanor and the scent of smoke, fingers drumming impatiently on your biceps as you folded your arms. “Alright, I get it. What’s the last option where I hopefully don’t meet an early demise?”

His head dropped, almost smugly, thinking about something absolutely hilarious. “You can come stay with me.”

You let out a bark of laughter. “Funny. What’s the actual last option?”

He didn’t respond, simply taking another hit from his cigarette, and you could feel your stomach clench.

“Okay. Where’s the nearest inn?”

“An inn in the middle of the woods?” He asked as if that was the stupidest question in the world.

You grit your teeth. “And no one else lives up here?”

He nodded.

You inhaled sharply. “With all due respect, Sukuna,” you started, swallowing the bile rising in your throat. “I don’t spend the night with random and strange men I come across in the woods, unlike most apparently.”

“Well, I gave you your options. I’m not gonna force you to do nothin’,” he coolly spoke, before lowering his voice. “But be warned. This forest ain’t a place a little lady like you wants to poke around at dusk.”

You shivered at his admission, fingernails pressing crescents into your biceps. “...What happens after nightfall?”

He chuckled low, making your skin crawl, and it wasn’t thanks to the breeze. 

“Wanna stay and find out for yourself?”

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He’d allowed you the space of getting changed in private, back resting against a tree trunk and still facing away from you as he idly flicked the cap of his lighter on and off, the constant sound of metal meeting metal in the nearby distance.

You weren’t quite sure if he was doing it out of habit, or if it was some sort of unspoken signal to ease your worries that he hadn’t decided to ditch you to fend for yourself.

It was most likely the former, you could tell from one look the guy was a heartless brute. Probably why he lived in the woods.

But did he live alone here? Or did he have a docile wife and seven children ready to welcome you with open arms by the time you made your way up the trail?

After getting fully dressed, you shuffled your socks on before you let out a loud hiss—a sudden piercing pressure on your ankle.

Gently setting your sock down, you sat atop a nearby rock and crossed your legs to take a closer look. 

It seemed that the thorn that poked you earlier had done more than just that—the area swelling and red. The spot, previously a microscope hole, had grown and was practically glowing and exuding a heat.

You pressed a finger against it, immediately regretting it when it sent pain spiking through your veins, the skin bulbous.

“You’re not making it out of the forest any time soon in that condition.”

You yelped with a jump, full-body flinching and swinging your head behind you to see Sukuna towering over you, eyes narrowed to slits as he eyed your injury. “Jesus. Warn a woman next time?”

He ignored you, something you’ve noticed he has a habit of doing, as he folded in half, skimming a hand over your puncture wound. A tight whimper left your lips, his calloused finger pad ghosting over it before he straightened out. “Can you walk on it?”

You attempted to pull the sock back over before you winced, heart fluttering in nerves. “I-I can try,” you stammered out, trying to maneuver it carefully before he clicked his tongue.

“Fuck, alright,” he grunted, as if mulling something over before he stepped in front of you. He crouched down on one knee, jeans digging into the mud yet he didn’t seem to care. “Hop on.”

Your maw fell slack at the sight, suddenly feeling incredibly hot at the sight. This crude and ruffish man was offering to carry you all of the sudden.

“Uh, i-it’s alright. I can walk–”

“Quit your rambling and get on.” 

You shut up at his interruption, muttering a ‘rude much?’ he didn’t acknowledge under your breath before standing to a wobble, doing your best not to bump your ankle into anything as the pain began to flare to what felt like your bones.

Oddly enough, he was practically your height on his knees, his massive form slightly intimidating you.

You brought your hands over his shoulders and clasped them in front of him, hoping he couldn’t smell the musk radiating from your sweat-soaked clothing.

As you tried to wrap your legs around his midsection, he suddenly rose, wrapping his massive hands along the underside of your thighs and straightening to his full height.

You did everything to ignore the flip of your stomach as he did so, the touch burning your skin.

Something sizzled in your mind, before you realized how leggy this man actually was. “Could make a joke about the weather up here, but it’s really quite nice,” you snickered, head ducking between his hat, cheek right beside his, as your eyes raked over his bird's eye view.

“Shut it or I’m dropping you.”

Raising your hand around his face, you made a show of zipping your mouth closed to which he huffed at, effectively blocking his vision.

He made rounds picking up the things you’d managed to drop across the creek, stuffing them into your bag and pretending not to see the spare panties you’d brought along as you averted your gaze awkwardly, a heat rising from the back of your neck.

He carried your bag in one hand like it weighed nothing before whistling at his dog who managed to disappear somewhere in the woods some time ago. Moments later, Uraume came panting back, a stick in their mouth and wagging their tail.

“Later, Uraume. Let’s go home.”

The dog let out a whistling whine at the buzzword of ‘home,’ realizing their owner was not going to play fetch with them, before coming to Sukuna’s side.

You found it quite endearing to see the massive and huffy man have a furry friend, biting your lip when you found yourself grinning.

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“Are you going to kill me and bury me where no one can find me?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He clearly was not one for humor.

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The walk back was oddly comfortable, the two of you trekking up a narrow path as the sun began to set, listening to the ambience of nature—the whooshing of the eolian wind, the groans of the trees, and the calls of wildlife.

You’d attempted to break the silence on a couple of occasions, but was only met with snippy or short replies, effectively shutting you up.

But the silence wasn’t unsettling, it was… easy.

You just hoped that this man was what he let on, wondering how long it’d take authorities to find your corpse if he was a madman considering how far inland you’d made it.

If they found your body.

You shivered at the thought.

“You cold?” He asked, breaking you from your thoughts, voice low and hoarse as he focused ahead of him.

“Oh, no. Actually the opposite. I’m– FUCK!”

You screeched louder than you’d meant to, eyes shutting tight as tears nearly began to flow down your cheeks, a sudden piercing pain in your ankle.

Sukuna froze, glancing down to your injury to see he’d brushed your ankle against a branch that was hanging low, his heart sinking at the sight. “Fuck.”

You bit your lip, holding back any cries as you tried to steady your ragged and shallow breaths, feeling lightheaded from the intense pain.

“I barely saw it…” he trailed off in a whispered tone, eyes wide as his fingers gripped your thighs tighter, feeling an intense wave of regret seeing your ankle swell even more.

“Just watch where you’re fucking going,” you gritted out, teeth clenched as your fingers curled in the leather of his jacket, feeling your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull and pass out.

“Right.” He curtly spoke, adjusting you on his back by lifting you and continuing on.

Once the pain subsided, something heavy settled in your chest. By Sukuna’s reaction, you realized just how rude you must’ve come off in your state of pain, mouth speaking before you could think.

Something apologetic itched at you, biting your tongue at his stifling silence, still moving forward without a word instead of ditching you like you probably deserved. You should apologize, right? You sounded incredibly ungrateful. He’d gone to so much of an effort to help you, receiving nothing in return.

Unless he was planning to kill you, of course, but you brushed that off.

You drew in air. “Hey, Sukuna. Uh, I just wanna–”

He froze, stopping in his tracks immediately before glancing around. Then he peered up quickly, glancing at how the sun was nearly about to fall.

“...Sukuna?”

“Shut up.”

You knitted your eyebrows immediately, head bouncing back in offense. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re–”

“Shut the fuck up for five seconds. We’re not alone,” he spat out in a hushed tone, head glancing towards you for emphasis.

You could feel yourself turn defensive in record time, scoffing incredulously with a chuckle. You opened your mouth to fire back something snappy, barely registering what he said, when you, too, heard it.

There was a quiet growl, you easily would’ve missed it had he not said anything, and subtle crunches of leaves near you.

You hadn’t even noticed Uraume, who’d been following you this entire time, began to whine, ears flopping downwards and flanking close to Sukuna.

He was right. You weren’t alone.

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faking it

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everyone has a price - even suguru geto

synopsis: with no friends and a wallet full of cash, you concoct one last idea to make your final semester one to remember. paying everyone's favorite pretty playboy to pretend to be your boyfriend to complete your college bucket list before you start the life your family is forcing you into. but you might be buying far more than you bargained for.

pairings: broke!Geto x rich!Reader x dropout!Sukuna

content: mdni, angst and fluff, college au, fake dating, pining, yearning, Geto is a bit of an asshole, reader is VERY awkward lol, sexual harassment (not from either guy), protective sukuna, uncomfortable situations, emotional hurt

art by @aransmind !!

Geto didn't like you, but he was damn good at acting like it.

Worth every penny.

His palm was warm in yours, thick fingers pressing into the back of your hand while your stuff was tucked under his arm. Shoulder and side brushing against you while he leaned down to murmur casual observations in your ear, ignoring the people staring in the halls, whispering between each other like they were baffled someone like him was with someone like you.

How had the composed and considerate Suguru Geto gotten wrapped around your conceited finger?

It hadn't quite been two full weeks, but it felt like longer. It wasn't that you savored every second of him being on the clock with you, but they still stuck with you anyway. Daydreaming about a guy who'd point blank told you he wasn't interested, that only stayed because you paid him to be there. He'd taken you to a movie last weekend, a place to be seen without having to actually speak to each other, but other than that, he'd mostly just been showing up between classes, walking you back to your car at the end of the day or taking the seat next to you to study in the library, only making occasional conversation when other people were around.

Putting on a show of pretending to be the best boyfriend a girl could dream of.

"You still nervous?" He asked, unfairly smooth, his low honeyed voice tempting you to forget the fact he didn't care if you were.

"A little," You admitted, palms clammy enough that you had to pull away, wiping them off on your skirt and about hold it back out before he slung his around your waist instead.

Your body went rigid, awkward in his arms before one of his friends called to him, choking on your own anxiety when suddenly a head of white hair popped out.

You knew who he was.

Who didn't?

Still, you'd never actually shared any classes or held a conversation with him.

"'Sup Suguru?" Gojo grinned, his face faltering for a second before he noticed you next to him, then quickly resuming his friendly facade. He stuck his hand out towards you, smiling big enough you could see his tongue stained blue, a sucker dangling from his lips. "Don't think we've met. Satoru Gojo."

"We have actually," You corrected him, the words slipping out before you could stop them, inwardly cringing and hoping you didn't sound like a bitch while you shook his hand.

Geto's fingers were stiff on your side.

"My parents had dinner with yours last year," You awkwardly added. He'd sat across the table from you texting most of the time, only looking up from his phone to eat his food and slipping out the second he finished his dessert.

"Really?" He cocked his head to the side, squinting at you and searching his brain for the memory then chuckling when he shook his head like he didn't remember. "Sorry, I was probably on something."

"I wish I was," You dryly shrugged, completely serious just for him to laugh and crack a genuine grin.

"They're insufferable, aren't they?" He stepped closer, eyes sliding over you to properly assess you.

And yeah, you weren't Geto's actual girlfriend, but part of you wanted his best friend to like you. To still be seen as a person by him and not just the cash in your purse.

"At least you got to leave," You shrugged, forcing your lips to curl up in a small smile, despite the urge to chew on them. "My parents probably would've strangled me before I could sneak out the door."

They barely even let you live in your own apartment.

"Have you met Suguru's mom yet?" Gojo chirped. You shook your head, sneaking a peek up at him, his dark hair tied up so you could see the clench of his jaw, the discomfort in his face at his family being brought up.

"No, but it's not-"

"You'll love her, she makes the best-" Gojo started rambling, so easily warming up and consequently talking over you.

You shifted on your heels, unsure how to signal to Geto you hadn't intended to lead the conversation this way and that you weren't trying to insert yourself that deeply into his life.

All you thought was maybe people would like you more if he did. That he could open the doors that had been slammed in your face. Your last few months of freedom until your family tried to tie you to someone else you had no say in.

Sometimes though, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be so bad to be taken care of. For someone to feel obligated to protect you.

"I'm running a little late, but uh, it's nice to meet you. Again," You laughed, short and light, pulling away from Geto and glancing between them.

For a second, you almost tricked yourself into thinking there was the slightest resistance there, that Geto hesitated over releasing you.

"What time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow afternoon?" He asked instead, dark brows furrowed, studying your face like if he looked hard enough, he could find the answer there instead of having to listen to your voice.

"I can't, actually," You reluctantly admitted. "I'm working all day tomorrow."

Which was, well, interesting in itself.

You'd started working as Sukuna's receptionist almost as long as you'd been fake-dating Geto, and you hadn't decided which man was more challenging. You spent almost every night with the former, taking the late shift and helping him close up the shop, working on your assignments when there weren't any clients after you finished everything else he wanted you to do.

You liked feeling needed. Liked the simple work of scheduling appointments and ringing people up, breezing through the list of tasks he asked of you and bringing him a sandwich every day despite him scoffing at you that he hadn't been fucking serious.

At least he only ever scolded you if he had a reason. He was snippy and rude, grumbling at you over small mistakes, sure. But you'd been treated like shit enough times to know when someone meant it. And Sukuna was the kind of guy who wouldn't let anyone else disrespect you even if he'd call you a brat in the same breath.

Geto didn't have to say anything for you to see the question he'd surely be asking if Gojo wasn't there in the arch of his brow and his narrowed stare. You had a job?

"You should come to my party afterwards," Gojo eagerly invited, like he actually wanted you there.

"Yeah?" Your breath hitched, excitement you were a little embarrassed of burning through you.

Your first actual college party. Getting drunk and crawling into bed in a daze. Migraine-inducing music and crowded bodies. Whatever it entailed, you wanted it.

It was also item number one on your list of experiences you were trying to finish before your graduation date.

Some were easier. Skinny dipping. Playing a cheesy drinking game. Getting a piercing.

Others you were less confident in your ability to accomplish.

Losing your virginity without being wasted would probably be a tough one. You'd been kissed before, felt up by a few pricks in private school but had never made it past second base. You weren't delusional enough to think Geto would ever be interested in you like that. But you sorta hoped he'd make you more approachable, that someone else with at least half a heart would give you a chance if they thought he had.

"What time do you get off?" Geto asked, still playing the part of the good boyfriend. The type of guy who'd go out of his way to include you despite this being the first you heard about this party. "Want me to pick you up?"

A group of people started to squeeze by, and you had to step closer so they could get past, one of Geto's hands reflexively grabbing your wrist to tug you back into him. His other waving, a relaxed smirk on his lips, casually cool, but a piece of you was beginning to think all of it was practiced.

"I'll meet you there," You nodded, untangling yourself, the heat of him lingering on your skin even after you put more space between you. "Just text me the address."

"Don't you wanna go in together?" He asked, staring at you with yet another expression you couldn't read.

It was a little ironic, honestly. He sometimes left you with the impression he thought you were vain, stuck in your glass castle and looking down at everyone else. But from where you were standing, he was the one preoccupied with appearances.

"Your girlfriend is cute."

Geto huffed, barely containing his groan, eyes shut as he covered his face with his textbook.

He'd heard it a hundred times the past twenty four hours.

"Yeah?" He wryly replied.

Gojo could have you. Probably would've been happier to pretend to be whatever you wanted. Would've milked it and made a fool out of himself just to please you.

But Gojo didn't need money.

Wasn't that why you asked him instead? You knew Suguru was too broke to say no?

It wasn't like it was a secret he wasn't rich like Gojo. That he actually needed the scholarship he had - unlike you.

"Never seen her at a party before," Gojo commented, scribbling doodles where he was supposed to be taking notes.

"Don't think she's ever been to one," He shrugged.

It was painfully easy to see how eager you were to accept. To accommodate him like you were convinced one wrong word would make Gojo revoke the invitation.

He'd almost forgotten that you and Gojo were of the same breeding stock. Both of you just indulging in him because you could.

Geto knew he shouldn't be bitter about it. That neither of you could control your circumstances any more than he could control his.

But logic had nothing to do with the jealousy gutting him watching you chat with Gojo so casually when you were still so stilted with him.

He could admit some of his assumptions about you were off. You weren't snobby. It was closer to spacey, always distracted, off in your own head than right there next to him. Turning your face while you talked, catching yourself from biting and picking at your manicure every time you were nervous, which was a lot.

There were times where it was almost endearing, when you'd squeeze his hand for reassurance and didn't even realize it, or when you'd get excited over something simple, like him brushing the hair out of your face outside your class.

Still, you were spoiled. Noticably sheltered. Awkward in a blunt sort of way, sharp and rude without meaning to. Saying what you thought regardless of how it'd come out to others.

It wasn't hard to imagine how you'd ended up coming to him just for a human connection.

Which was why he really couldn't believe you had a job.

Was it some kind of internship set up by your parents? Another perk courtesy of nepotism? Or maybe you were an influencer or something?

He wouldn't know.

He'd blocked you on everything a few years ago.

Still, you chose to spend your Saturday working rather than with him.

"I'm a little surprised you started dating someone so close to graduation," Gojo noted, ripping out his sheet of notebook paper and tossing it across the table at him. "Especially her."

"She's different than I thought," He murmured. That much was true.

You weren't who he imagined.

Gojo opened his mouth, probably to mock him some more, but Geto spoke up again. "I bought my plane ticket."

Thanks to you.

"Good," Gojo grinned. "I was getting worried you changed your mind."

"Nah," Geto tried to sound unbothered. "Counting down the days."

"The fuck are you wearing?" Sukuna scoffed the second you pushed open the door, glancing up at his unimpressed scowl as his eyes slid over you.

"Is it too much?" You frowned, looking down at your admittedly short skirt and the low cut of your shirt. It clung to your skin, cleavage pushed up, but it wasn't like you were wearing lingerie. And he did tell you on your second day that he didn't give a shit what you wore - only after you showed up in business casual attire at first. "I'm supposed to go to a party tonight."

Sukuna sucked in his teeth, mouth twitching as he cocked a brow up.

"So you're trying to get laid?" He grumbled, his eyes flickering back down to your breasts like he'd forgotten you had them.

"No," You pouted. "I just thought this was cute."

"Close enough," He shrugged. It didn't sound like a compliment when he was grimacing at you one last time before glancing back over whatever folder he had spread out in front of him.

You walked around to his side of the counter, peeking over at his portfolio. His sketches were detailed, carefully drawn and even more beautiful when it was actually inked. Thick and thin lines expertly crafted and precisely placed, surprisingly nimble for someone who looked like they'd have a heavy hand.

So skilled and somehow still striving to be even better.

"I like that one," You murmured, pointing out a design you hadn't seen before. Probably a custom request.

"You like everything," He rolled his eyes.

"Not true," You protested, pulling it out of his hands and flipping through the pages to find the sketch of an ugly bird someone had paid him a criminal amount of money to permanently ink on their skin last week.

He threw you an annoyed look, pulling out the stool by the counter for you to sit on before grabbing the book and walking back to set up his station.

"You have three clients today," You called out, glancing over the names and times you had written down before digging out the sandwich you'd made him before heading over. He'd never told you how he liked it, only giving you varying nods or grunts of approval you used to judge his preferences.

And maybe it was just your good mood, but you'd added a slice of cake, something you'd stress-baked the night before, sitting pretty with pink icing in a glass container. You put both in the tiny fridge underneath your desk, having to move energy drinks out of the way to make both fit.

You'd fallen into your own routine here, distracting yourself from real life while you worked, answering phone calls and filling up Sukuna's schedule. Usually there was another guy that worked the shop with him to handle walk-ins, but Choso was out, so he had you tape a sign to the door just to comment on your shitty handwriting and re-do it himself.

He didn't take a bite until after his second client was finished, sitting on your stool and watching while you cleaned the windows, doing hand exercises to help his cramping fingers before he snagged the food from the fridge.

"What's this?" Sukuna grunted, scrunching his nose up as he examined the pink cake as if it was something he found in the trash.

"You don't know what cake is?" You huffed back sarcastically, your nerves already starting to fray from overthinking your plans for tonight, constantly glancing back at your outfit and wondering if it was too much after his previous comment.

"Why is it here?" He asked instead, and you could feel those intense eyes burning into your back.

"I made it," You mumbled.

And despite his attitude, he still finished both, only a few crumbs left and even washing the container in the sink after he finished.

He dug some quarters out of his pocket and slotted them into an old vending machine in the waiting room to get you a cold soda in return, setting it on the counter in front of you and popping open the tab before the walking away without a word.

"I can bring more if you liked it," You offered, barely hiding the hint of a smile creeping up on your face. You picked up the drink, taking a slow sip, the carbonation leaving a tingle on your tongue as you stole a peek over your shoulder at him.

He wasn't looking at you anyway, focused on wiping down his chair instead.

The bell attached to the door dinged, and your head snapped back to the front, already plastering on a smile and pushing through the greeting you practiced in the mirror a hundred times at home.

But the guy was the too busy staring at your tits to hear you.

"Um, hi?" You spoke louder, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you looked over at the time. "You're the three o'clock, right?"

"Uh-huh, sure," He brushed you off, clearly not listening. "You the new girl?"

"I started last week," You muttered, getting more apprehensive the closer he got, stopping only when his belt buckle was pressed against the opposite side of the counter. "I think Sukuna's almost ready for you."

"Yeah? You have a few minutes for me, sweetheart?" He propositioned you, positioning himself to get a peek down your shirt, and you almost gagged at the thick stench of cigarettes when he got too close.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand," You played dumb, pretending to scratch an itch on your collarbone just to try and cover up.

"I bet your boss wouldn't notice you taking a bathroom break for a few minutes," He chuckled, reaching over to graze fat fingertips over the back of your other hand, playing with the charms on your bracket before you pulled back. "Could make you feel real good, princess."

You physically recoiled back in repulsion, barely keeping your face straight when suddenly you felt the heavy presence of Sukuna behind you.

You didn't know how much he heard, but he scoffed.

"Get the fuck out of my shop," Sukuna snapped at him.

The guy groaned, already making some excuses and gesturing towards your tits before Sukuna was rounding the corner and grabbing him by the collar to toss him out.

"Asshole," He grunted under his breath when he shut and locked the door, ripping off the note and flipping the sign from open to closed.

"You didn't have to do that," You muttered, but he just waved it away.

"You're my employee."

Yeah, employee.

It was just one of his responsibilities.

You didn't know what to say. Or if he was just waiting for the guy to go or if he'd rather you just start closing up everything else.

Before you could ask, he was moving his keys and phones off his hoodie and tossing the thick bundle of fabric at you.

He didn't have to tell you to put it on before you were pulling it over your head, thankful to feel less vulnerable, less exposed.

It was stupid to think that showing even a sliver of yourself to anyone would bring anything other than trouble.

"I'll give it back Monday," You exhaled, drowning in the warmth of it, the spice in his cologne and the hint of sweetness under it.

"Keep it."

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Dynamics

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, jjk x reader, very explicit, reader asks men to describe their relationship using porno titles, pretty degrading lmao

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Toji, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna

an - I was scrolling through... various sites for inspiration for these and the things I saw HUUURHHFHG

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★ asking roommate!sukuna if he’ll pretend to be your boyfriend

“What? No?”

At the moment, you’re both at a frat party you didn’t know the other would be at. If you knew Sukuna would be here you still would have gone but, judging by the look of complete and utter irritation on his face, he probably wouldn’t say the same. Actually, it was pretty funny to walk into the party, make eye contact with him and watch that ‘You’ve got to be fucking with me’ look manifest in his body language. 

What isn’t as funny is the weird guy in your lecture who can’t take a hint and keeps touching you. He’s here now and the shudders running up and down your body tells you very clearly he’s aware of your presence and has plans to do something about it. 

“Sukuna, please. I’ll owe you one.”

Sitting on a packed sofa, legs spread, he scowls up at you, piercings glinting with the movement. “I don’t need you to owe me one.”

“Sukuna, come on. You’re a scary motherfucker, just be touchy with me for a second and intimidate him.”

He takes a swig of his beer. “Put your big girl panties on and tell him to fuck off.”

Okay, so clearly he’s not going to change his mind anytime soon. Groaning, you stomp away from him and to your friends. You both walk over to the kitchen, intent to enjoy this party to the fullest. Shots go down in flashes, music blares and deafen, you sway and grind and laugh. Nothing will take away this burst of youth where recklessness meets lack of conceivable consequences. 

That’s what you think, anyway, until sweaty hands start rubbing your shoulders. You stiffen. 

“Aw, you didn’t need to wear something so slutty for me. You’ve already got my attention.”

You can’t see your friends anymore – there are too many people, too tightly packed together, the lights are too dim and the music too loud to do something about the body pressed up behind you. Hairs on your arm standing on end, you fight the disgust recoiling deep in your bones and firmly say, “I’m sorry, I’m really not interested. Please leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that, baby. I see the way you look at me.” Gripping your hips, he tugs you hard back into him when you try to shuffle away. His clutch is punishing and his nails dig into your skin. You hiss. “Let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you a good time.”

Pulling you away with him, your friends disappear in the crowd. you’re powerless against his strength. He’s too eager, too clumsy, too drunk to even have any semblance of sense. Guys like him are dangerous. Guys like him get what they want. Guys like him don’t stop at ‘no.’ “Let me go! Let me fucking go!”

“Don’t be a bitc–”

“You hard of hearing or something?” Sukuna yanks the guys away by his collar, snatching him up like a puppy. “Get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass.”

The guy scoffs, forcing a bravado on. "Who the h-hell are you? This is none of your business; she's my girl."

Sukuna takes a step forward. A cruel sneer twists his face into something dark, something sinister, practically malevolent. "Yeah? Explain to me how she finds her way into my bed then."

People are whispering; they've noticed the scene playing out. Some are already getting their phones out to record, hoping for a fight. Others are taking a step back. They whisper your roommate's name like it's a curse. It reaches your creepy classmate even through his drunken stupor.

"S-shit." He raises his hands in surrender. "Listen man, I didn't know she's with you. I swear. I'll go, alright? Just forget about it."

Personally unsure why he switched up so quickly when he was doing a fine enough job pretending Sukuna's height itself wasn't pissy pants-inducing, you don't dare say a word that might bring his attention back to you. Instead, you huddle a little closer to your roommate, who doesn't shake you off when you pinch his shirt for comfort. Just like that, the guy that's been bothering you for weeks fades in the background, never to be seen again. Hopefully.

You sigh. “Thanks, Sukuna.”

He grunts. He’s about to leave, to go back to minding his own business and pretending he doesn’t know you, but then, as if he can’t really help it and he hates himself for it, he eyes you up and down. In that moment, whatever he sees, whatever assessment he makes of your appearance, contrasted with the scene you two find yourself in, urges him to say something that almost sounds painful, so unnatural, so alien to him it brings a shit-eating grin to your face. 

“I’m bored with this place. Let’s go…” He winces, rolling his shoulder back. “Let’s go home.”