#Jjk sukuna

[kamitv]

Your best friend Sukuna is also a complete pervert.

The guy just won’t stop jerking off in your bedroom! The first time you caught him, you thought he’d stop considering how that only resulted in you using that filthy mouth of yours to milk him for all he’s worth. And yet… here you are walking into your bedroom to find Sukuna fisting his fat cock again.

It’s funny because now you officially note that not only is he a slut but, your best friend Sukuna is a pervert. As if that wasn’t obvious from the first time.

Standing with his stocky tattooed back facing you, this time unaware of your early arrival into your shared apartment, Sukuna’s busy groaning into a pair of your panties—pressing the flimsy red fabric up against his greedy nose and jerking his cock further into his fist with each inhale he takes.

“S-Shiiit,” This is the only time you ever hear the man stutter. To which he follows up with a whorish moan as his eyes travel to the back of his skull. “I fuckin’ need you-, agh.”

You’d think that anyone in your situation would’ve reacted to this by now but instead you just stand there and watch him for a bit, wondering how long he’ll get off like this until he realizes you’re there.

His cock is lathered in spit and cum, indicating that he’s been in your room for a while now, and you can hear the creamy shhlick that follows his every jerky hand movement. Then comes his groans—you’ve always thought they were the prettiest thing. Deep and husk, an underlining rasp carrying within that throaty sound of pleasure… yeah, he’s always been a slut.

But this? Oh this is a new level for him. Because not only is he getting off to your scent but he’s also lulling his tongue out to press it against the spread of the lacy garment, licking up whatever remains of your taste and moaning at the flavor that hits his needy tongue.

The moan he let out sent a shiver of pure arousal down your spine and straight to your core. His moans are so rare but god does it get you worked up every single time.

And it’s in watching him for a few minutes longer that you realize you had those very same panties on just the other day—something about him licking and sniffing all over something you’d just worn makes your thighs clench together and a puddle of arousal builds up within your current pair.

Sukuna still has yet to realize you’re standing there watching him since he’s lost in his own little world so, he soon tugs your panties away from his face with a very faint whine and messily wraps the fabric around his throbbing cock. Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

His jaw falls open and you can only see just the side of his face but his cheeks are reddened and his eyelashes are fluttering. There’s a vein popping out along his jawline, showing just how tense and needy he is as he starts bucking his hips forward and fucks his plump cock against the fabric of your underwear.

Hunching forward a little, his free hand grips onto your nightstand and he’s letting out all kinds of groans and grunts—searing out a low rasp of your name as his body heats up at just the thought of you.

Sukuna can’t help but imagine what you’d think if you caught him like this, how pathetic he probably seems right now, how desperate. Oh, but he just can’t help it. Ever since you caught him, his perverted side has only gotten worse.

The same panties he’s jerking off with right now are the same ones you wore exactly three days ago. He knows that because you were wearing shorts that day and he couldn’t help the way his eyes fell onto the slutty curve of your ass as a peek of red popped out from your shorts while you bent over to pick something up.

The moment you were out of his sight that day, he jerked off to the thought of you until his hand cramped up. Then there were the flashbacks from when your mouth was on him—the way you looked on your knees, how perfectly his cock slotted into the back of that slutty throat of yours, and how stupidly gorgeous you were with teary eyes and gurgled moans of his names slipping from your lips.

So lost in these same thoughts again, Sukuna doesn’t register the fact that you’ve finally called his name and made your presence known until he feels that soft hand of yours gently press against his shoulder blade.

A whine, crisp and unfiltered comes flying past his lips before he can even try to hold it back and then his darkened-, no, weakened maroon eyes are falling on you and—

“‘Kuna,” You purr, to which he cums into your panties without even trying to hold himself back. “I thought I told you about jerking off in my bedroom?”

His eyes nearly cross with how good his orgasm feels crashing over him, hot ‘n thick spurts of cum gushing from his reddened cockhead before you move your arms to wrap around his waist. Sukuna can’t even keep up with you until it’s too late, suddenly your hands are meeting his tip and you squeeze, preventing him from cumming anymore.

Some obscene sound he didn’t realize he was capable of making exits his whiny throat and his eyes widen beyond belief. “O-Oh my—,” Sukuna just chokes on words, body stilling in an overflow of pleasure for a great deal of reasons, all pertaining to you. “F-Fuuck, let.. h-ha-ah, let me cum,” He’s sputtering out, brain and body malfunctioning.

You flash a pout to mock him, “Should I? Even after you’ve been such a perv? I mean, sneaking into my room again, jerking off with my underwear… I dunno if I should let you do anything after all this.”

His body folds forward a bit but your grip on him doesn’t falter. “Please?” Sukuna chokes, although this time his voice is small—like the word kills him to utter, “I’ll…” He gasps a bit as your grip looses, “I’ll be so fuckin’ good from now on.”

“Promise?” You say in a sly whisper.

Sukuna feels like he can’t even breathe anymore, “P-Promise,” He utters, feeling your grip loosen entirely and watching as he finishes right into your palms. “Fuuuck..”

It’s a big sloppy mess that’s left in your hands as you stroke him through it from behind, going as far as planting these cute lil’ kisses against the dark ink on his back. Sukuna’s head spins and he can’t even begin to fathom the true chokehold you seem to have on him.

He’s never been like this for anyone. Sure, he’s known you for years and you’ve been by his side no matter how much of a dick he’s been to you or other people but, surely that doesn’t warrant the affection he’s beginning to harbor for you.

Perhaps he’s just confusing it with lust. Yeahh, that’s it. Sukuna doesn’t like you or anything, he just wants to fuck you. And okay, maybe there’s a hidden desire deep within to be kinder to you if it means he gets to feel you pressing such sweet kisses against his hot skin more often…

Hell, by the time he finally stops making a mess of your hands, he’s just letting out these quiet pants of pure embarrassment. Glaring off to the side with that brat-like pout on his face, ‘hating’ every second of this.

Especially as you push up on your toes and kiss behind his ear, moving to whisper, “What’s this? Sukuna, are you… embarrassed?”

God, he can’t stand you. Ignoring your teasing entirely, Sukuna reaches over for some tissues to help you clean your hands off and as soon as that’s done, he quickly stumbles his bulky body away from you.

Your best friend is such a large man and yet he jerks off to you in a way that makes you wonder if he’d let you literally walk all over him.

Tucking his indecency back into his sweats, he’s yet to utter a single word to you. Part of him is worried that his voice will come out in a pitch that’s rather foreign to how he typically speaks but, he’ll never tell you that.

No, instead, he just clears his throat and tries to go as far as exit your bedroom.

You scoff, “I know you’re not leaving after all that.”

On instant, as if there was some kind of underlying command in your statement and he was nothing more than some big dog heading to the unspoken heel, Sukuna halts in his tracks. “…And if I am?” He finally manages out, voice an entire octave lower than you expected it to be.

Your arms cross and you frown at him. “So, you come in my bedroom while I’m not here, jerk off with my panties, cum in my hands, barely clean me up, and then leave?”

He’s quiet for a lengthy second or two before returning to his usual cocky demeanor, glancing back at you and smirking. “Yeah,” Sukuna hums nonchalantly—as if he wasn’t moaning like a bitch a few seconds ago & knowing damn well if you told him to get down on his knees for you right now, his body would obey your every word without second thought.

You make this expression that lets him know you’re annoyed but for some reason, that only makes his heart throb weirdly. Then you look away and oh he misses your glaring eyes on him already.

“Unless,” He continues in an attempt to gain both your attention and the control of the situation again. “You wanted something from me?”

Unintentionally giving him what he wants, you spare him another glance—your gaze firm. “An apology maybe.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

Sukuna chuckles, “For what?”

You blink. “Jerking off in here after I asked you not to.”

“Oh.” You can’t stand it when he acts like this because next comes the most monotone & emotionless voice he can muster as he mocks your facial expression and murmurs, “I’m sorry.”

Your face twists up even further in irritation and his cock twitches as you scoff, “The fuck was that?”

Sukuna bites back a smile, “An apology, obviously.”

“A bullshit one, yeah.” You bite back, crossing your arms over one another, “Get over here and apologize to me properly.”

He would put it on his own life that he hates everything about you right now because the way in which his body moves without hesitation is concerning. Sukuna’s walking closer to you before he even realizes, soon towering over you and staring down into your eyes as indifferently as he can.

As if the genuine annoyance and frustration on your face wasn’t making his cock stiffen again…

Your best friend narrows his eyes a bit, “What kinda ‘proper apology’ do you want from me—“

“Get on your knees.” You cut off.

Sukuna’s breath hitches but he hopes you don’t notice it (you do). Scoffing, and acting like he hasn’t pictured this very moment before, he slowly lowers down onto his knees before you and when he looks up…

Well, from this angle you get the perfect view of his cock poking up against his sweats, the sight making you smile—he just got off a few minutes ago and yet here he is hard again just because you ordered him around a bit.

You loom a bit closer to him and move your foot in between his legs, tapping the side of his knee and motioning for him to spread his legs a bit more. Sukuna hates the way his thighs part so obediently wider for you, allowing you to have enough space to stand in between them.

A smile sparks across your face, “You look kinda cute from this angle, y’know.”

He groans, “Shut up ‘n tell me how you want me to apologize already.”

Suddenly your foot is felt pressing against his throbbing bulge and his hips shift forward on instinct. You were… lightly stepping on his erection. Sukuna feels like he’s getting high off of you again and you were still barely even doing anything.

“Can you put your hands behind your back for me?” You request next.

To which he mentally says ‘hell no’ and peers up at you as if you were crazy, “What the fuck does that have to do with an—“

“You wanna make things up to me, don’t you?”

His lips seal shut but you can see a vein popping out in his forehead. He’s so annoyed and flustered that it angers him. Swatting his hands behind his back, Sukuna cocks his head to the side and glares hard, “Now what.”

Your hand meets his chin and you tip his head further up before pulling out your phone, “Say cheese!”

His eyes widen, “You—“

Before he can get out whatever string of curses you’re sure he had for you, you’ve taken over thirty pictures of your best friend on his knees, with his hands behind his back, and your foot stepping on his cock—which you felt angrily twitch from the moment you pulled your phone out until suddenly something wet met your skin.

Looking down as soon as you’re done taking as many pictures as you could before he smacked your phone away, you end up scoffing. “Sukuna, did you just…” Your voice dies off as you bring a hand up over your mouth.

His left eye twitches and his entire face is beat red, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“You just came again. From that??” You make fun of him anyway, taking in the mix of different emotions swirling all through his face.

There’s no change in his usual rough tone but his eyes appear as though he might be serious as he says, “I’m giving you five seconds to run.”

You start laughing so hard in his face that you can’t help but stumble back and plop down on your bed, giggling until you lose your breath. The sound of your laughter makes Sukuna want to smash his head against a wall—he hates you so much.

So much so that he soon comes staggering up to his feet and looms closer to you as you writhe in amusement. It’s not until your laughing comes to a stop that you realize he’s just standing over you with a ticked off look on his face.

As you catch your breath, you sit up at the edge of your bed and you’re suddenly reminded of the sheer size difference between you two. Sure, you just had him on his knees for you but fuck is he huge—you almost forgot.

Batting your lashes, your smile slowly fades, “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“You’ve been making fun of me and teasing me all day,” Sukuna rasps, leaning down and pressing his palms into the bed beside your thighs. His face gets awfully close to yours, “You think I like being like this? ‘Think I like the way my body reacts to your every fuckin’ word?”

He sounds angry but he’s.. confessing? In a way?

“I can’t stand it. Can’t stand the way you…” He trails off with a groan as he leans down and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Your head instinctively lifts and you feel him inhale strongly. “The way you smell,” Sukuna finishes, moving a careful hand to your thigh and squeezing lightly, “The way you feel.”

You're the one gasping now, lashes fluttering at the need radiating off of his body as he nuzzles into you, “Sukuna, I—“

“The way you fuckin’ sound,” He practically growls his words out this time, “I know you heard me earlier when I said I need you.”

He pulls away just to look you in the eyes. His other hand meets your vacant thigh and you feel him gently parting your legs, “So tell me, do you still want an apology or do you jus’ want me to show you how bad I want you?”

Scoffing, “I think I have a good idea but,” Your eyes wander off for a second and Sukuna knows exactly where this is going, you did the same thing last time before you ended up in between his legs. “How about this; if I let you fuck me, will you finally stop jerking off in my room?” You end up offering as your gaze finds him once more.

Sukuna merely nods, even though his entire body felt a desperate shudder at the prospect of finally being inside you. Feeling you around him, hearing your moans clearly, watching the way your face twists up in pleasure, and being able to drag his touch all over your body?

He probably would've came again right then and there if it wasn't for his past few abrupt back-to-back orgasms.

And with that, your best friend leans up and trails a hand down to his sweatpants, flashing a knowing smirk down at you, “Depends on how well you take my cock.”

[yeagersss]

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

[chuulyssa]

there’s glitter on the floor after the party !

teaser it’s your birthday tonight, but do they remember, or care? pair gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna x reader cw angst, just pure torture™, not proofread !

a/n it’s my birthday on 28th wooohoooo ! i wanted to be a sad girl tho *lana intensifies* let’s hope my parents take some notes and NOT do this

GOJO

for someone who liked cakes, sweets and celebrations so much, you didn’t think it would take this long for satoru to realize what day it was. you didn’t want to remind him either; he should remember it on his own, shouldn’t he? moreover, you had hated the look on his face when you reminded him of the anniversary date the two of you had planned together. he had panicked so hard and begun checking his notes and calendars, it was a pathetic sight, honestly.

“what?” his face had fallen immediately.

“don’t you remember?”

“uh, sweets, what exactly am i supposed to remember?” he had said.

he was just busy. but you had agreed upon this when you began dating him. not everyone was the strongest sorcerer in the world, not everyone had the number of things to do that he did.

“no, it’s fine.”

“you sure?” he had asked.

“yeah, it’s nothing, really.”

but you were quite sure he hadn’t forgotten. not this time. because you had checked in on his calendar a week before this, and today was marked rightly “her birthday” with a shit ton of emojis. so what was taking so long? maybe he was planning a surprise party? whatever it was, you didn’t think the prank needed to be dragged on for so long. since he remembered it, he ought to come out and celebrate already. and if he didn’t, well, whatever. you had many other birthdays to celebrate.

not when you saw that the party he kept was for someone else, some other girl, no

NANAMI

you’d been waiting for hours at this point. and it was nanami, the kento nanami. kento was never late, how could he be? if there was something he always relied on it was his ability to tell the time, whether it was his refusal to work overtime or his arrival on your dates before you.

so where was he now? he had hurried off in the morning before you had gotten a word out.

“i’m terribly sorry, sweetheart, i have to leave early today,” he had planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

“okay, okay,” you had blinked in confusion at his hurry. “where are you going though?”

“i have decided something.”

“decided what?”

he’d sighed cryptically. what was he hiding?

“it’s best if you didn’t know.”

“excuse me?”

he’d shaken his head and just… left? he hadn’t even wished you, not the night before, not the morning after. and just what had he decided? you were hurt, of course you were. where was he going in such a hurry? you had felt he had been growing distant from you for long now. but it did not make the pain of being left alone on your fucking birthday any better. but what could you do either way now? you had many other birthdays to celebrate.

not when you saw that he had returned to his sorcerer status, and completely abandoned all the plans the two of you had made for your future, no

GETO

he was too in love with his cult to notice, of course he was. suguru dumbass geto. of course it was his cult’s birthday today, who were you even? when he had first told you, to prevent yourself from crashing the fuck out, you had tried to shut up.

“oh.”

“yeah, so are you joining us tonight?” he had asked, as if he was bestowing an honour upon you by inviting you to his stupid party.

“i didn’t know you kept birthdays for your cult, haha,” please get the hint, you had prayed.

“we do, yes. you will join us tonight, hm? i want to take you there as my date.”

“oh, no, no i don’t think i will, actually.”

“huh, why not? you had been looking forward to this day for a long time, hadn’t you?”

yeah, you had. obviously you had. but when you were jumping around two weeks ago talking excitedly about a ‘birthday’, you did not mean it to be his cult’s day. was that too hard to notice? but all was okay, of course. ‘how could you ruin such a long relationship over a forgotten birthday?’ you were sure that’s what the older women of the cult would talk about if they knew. and besides, you had many other birthdays to celebrate.

not when he had decided to take another woman as his date for the event, showing that you were completely replaceable to him, no

TOJI

he had a mission planned out conveniently at midnight, just when the clock would strike 12 and you’d be a year older. but what could you say? it wasn’t as if it was in his control when someone wanted a person to die or not, he was just the man doing the job.

so you had let it go. one hour, two hours, twelve hours, eighteen hours, where the fuck was he?

“hey, sorry ma,” there was loud cheering from his side of the phone.

“where are you?”

“got this race i wanted to bet on actually—”

“shut up, no seriously, shut the fuck up, toji—”

“what? are you okay?”

“no i’m not, what the fuck—”

there was another cheer of celebration from his side. then silence.

“calm d—”

you hung up. 6pm and he was nowhere. you were sure even if he didn’t pick your call up that time. after this, he would go out drinking with shiu all night long, then come back home drunk and wobbling around, mumbling the tune to ‘happy birthday’ if he realized what day it was, and even then, you thought, you were being too optimistic with that last part. but he was an assassin, and you knew that. didn’t he deserve some happiness in life too? and you, you had many other birthdays to celebrate.

not when everyone tried to remind him of the day but he was too far gone to know, no

SUKUNA

what did you expect? your chamber to be full of decorations? the dining room to be laid with the most beautiful gifts ever? the corridors to be filled with balloons? though none of that was here, the mere mental image of sukuna blowing up balloons and trying not to pop them with his nails was funny.

funny. everything that could make your mind get off right now was funny. blowing the fire of your candelabrum out, leaving behind just smoke and discomfort. funny. pretending the dinner you had been served for the night was your highly expensive banquet designed just for tonight. funny. acting as if sukuna was right by your side, giggling, as if he didn’t always behave like human traditions meant nothing to him. funny.

“it’s my birthday, you know.”

“birthday? alright. what of it?”

“uh, birthday birthday? shouldn’t you be celebrating it?”

“what is there to celebrate? it is merely a day, no?” he had said it so simply that it made you backtrack.

“yes but—”

“and besides, you are only growing older. it would’ve been remarkable and truly something to celebrate if you had been growing younger by the days,” he chuckled, turning away from you to make his way to the council.

you laughed. funny. he was right though, wasn’t he? you had many other birthdays to celebrate.

not when he knew, he knew and he could not care less, showing his disdain for it too, no

of course, of course you had many other birthdays, many other years yet to come.

but not when it came at the expense of your self-respect, and you had to make a choice between loving and loving yourself, no

[muli-wam]

Dirty Dancing

Requested by: anon

Summary: where you prank the JJK men by telling then you got a job as a stripper

Cw: cursing, suggestive, crack, talk of jumping off a bridge and sitting inside a volcano(?), that's it I think

Pairings: Gojo x Fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader, Nanami x fem!reader, Toji x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader, ino x fem!reader, Choso x fem!reader

A/n: I hate the color scheme I did for this sm.... also I kinda hate choso's and the end of Ino's but I got lazy lol

anywaysssss heyyy

Inos pfp art creds: @/sygeoj on tiktok <3

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[sugurusladyknightt]

"you're mad at me."

you huff through your nose, your reflection in the mirror is an angry one and rightfully so. eyes closed you take a moment to collect yourself, to loosen your clenched jaw, and just breathe.

"'you're mad at me', says the idiot man" you say, eyes intent on not leaving your reflection in the mirror, " 'of course i'm mad at you' replies the idiot man's wife." matter of factly, mock sympathy clear in your voice, before it turns cold. "for last night i discovered my idiot man husband who was terribly hurt by i'm not even sure what, standing in the bathroom trying to tend to his wound with tools that are inadequate to tend to those sorts of wounds.'"

the comb in your hands now being held like it is something between an accusing finger and a weapon ready to attack. still your eyes do not leave their reflection in the mirror before you.

sukuna thinks not having you speak to him, not having you look at him since last night, is lethal weapon enough.

"and when idiot wife sees this she feels a surge of very very many emotions of worry and sadness and anger and confusion and concern and yet, idiot man plays her the fool. no explanation,- "

"baby, please"

you sound exasperated, frantic; and him desperate.

"nothing, nothing at all to ease her worries. like she is someone he simply owes nothing too. like she isn't the one he's married to. it is possible that idiot man thinks his wife will simply forget. and then what does idiot man do you ask? well idiot man does just as his name suggests and acts as if he has no idea what is going on, he acts like an idiot, and continues to state plainly, pathetically, uselessly, 'you're mad at me.'"

you turn to look at him and you look pained. and god does he feel that way too. it's hidden well by your hardened exterior, furrowed brows, cold voice, and angry expression, but sukuna has come far past the point of being fooled by the expression you wear on your face — your eyes tell. they always do.

he moves from where he stands to take to your side, his place, sat next to you. his movements stiff, not as smooth as usual but still his natural effortlessness somehow manages to shine through. his knees touching yours almost shyly, and his hands curled in his lap, clasped together tightly. he wants to hold yours. you can tell, though make no movement to realize that desire. that need. neither of you move. but you wait for him.

it's quite strange to see sukuna of all people like this, it doesn't happen very often. crimson eyes down cast and his lips seemingly unable to decide whether they want to part and speak to you or to press themselves into a thin line and say nothing at all.

moments and moments pass and he gives you nothing. your chest fills with air and it deflates, deeep breathe.

you stand from your place and move to your bed, you need some sleep right now. you miss it with your back turned to him as you walk. his form falls further, longing for you so dearly when your so close.

his ego and pride aside; those things have no room in his mind, not when he is with you. he didn't need to be those things, he did not have to be endlessly strong. he did not have to be so guarded and he doesn't want to be. he doesn't want you to be that way around him either.

shit, he hadn't meant for this.

last night, sukuna had come home with a bloody gash through his his side. it was late and you were asleep, and he was tired. so tired. the last thing he needed was to have to wait in a hospital for care when he could do it here, at home, by himself, close to you.

so there he is, lights on in the bathroom as he's standing there trying to stitch himself up with the little sewing kit you kept in the medicine cabinet and a pair of kitchen scissors. it was a bloody affair, jaw clenched through the pain. his head was thrown back, sharp exhales, and eyes shut so tight. bloodied toilet paper everywhere. and that's right when you walk in.

perfect timing as always.

sukuna thinking its both kinda funny, incredibly scary, and so impressive how you always manage to find him in the most unfortunate and compromising situations.

he must've been louder than he'd thought. your sleepy form rigid as your eyes adjust to the light and you register the sight before you.

your husband, standing with his back against one of the walls of the small room, bloodied hands are positioned close to the wound in his side, one holding the needle and thread, dripping in his blood. the silver band he wears so proudly on his left hand is too.

your eyes frantically darting everywhere, finally landing on his wide crimson eyes staring right back at you. they match the color of the blood soaking his hands and smeared on his face and nearly everything else in the bathroom.

if the circumstances were different, if it wasn't for you he gaping hole in his side, you'd think it's quite a picturesque view. but right now, he looks like a man who was just caught doing a horrible job of trying to sew himself together at midnight by his wife, who by the way, also had her sleep disturbed by him.

your eyes go from wide with shock and confusion to being filled with worry and concern to focused and determined. the transformation so quick, it'd be easy for anyone else to miss.

you take his hand in yours and lead him to sit on the lid of the toilet lid almost as quick. you pull the hand covering the gash away from it so you can see it without distraction.

it's a few too many inches long for your liking, right down the side of his tattooed torso. sell sure, he's been hurt before, bruises on his face, bloody knuckles, some scratches maybe. you know who you married, you've had to sew him up, before but really it was nothing major, nothing in comparison to this.

"don't move, i'll only be a moment."

you've left to grab the first aid box you have, it isn't ideal, but better than what he's been doing. it's all you have to work with for now, and so you'll just have to do with it.

once back, you settle between his thighs and start opening and removing the stitches he's sewn in so that you can clean it up, disinfect it, before sewing it up properly, and wrapping him up.

your work is diligent and quite. eyes hardly ever leaving their current subject of interest. he's quiet too, crimson eyes don't leave you. in the past, when you've found yourself in these situations, he'd be teasing or making those quick-witted remarks of his, but not tonight. he can't bring himself to.

you do your best, willing your hands not to tremble as you work; there's so much blood. you can see his hands clenched atop his thighs, knuckles going white. his muscles flinging at the burning and sting of the disinfectant or the cold of the needle repeatedly piercing his aching skin.

you know he's tired, you are too. but sleep is so far form your mind right now. you place a hand on his thighs and squeeze gently, hoping your grip is steadying to him. something to keep him grounded. something to convey the words you don't have the strength to announce at the moment but still, you want him to hear them.

once your done, you let out a slow, shaky breathe, quickly moving to the sink to wash your hands and dry your hands before wrapping him up in clean gauze. the first few layers bloody quick, but you continue until it is enough, looking up at him in conformation that it isn't too tight before you secure it in place.

your hands gently drag up and down his sides before they settle of his tights to push yourself up, only then do you meet his eyes properly. he feels like it's his first time seeing you all over again. its not enough, eyes darting away far too quick. its far too fleeting a moment for him to properly telepathically convey his thoughts to you through eye contact.

you pack up the first aid kid setting it on the counter, leaving to grab him a clean shirt from the closet setting it on the counter as well, and your off to bed. not another word to him, not another glance. you don't even know that you want to know what happen. he feels like a child how'd just been scolded. his body far too large for him in this moment.

sukuna slips the shirt over his head, and moves carefully when he's fitting the rest of it over his body. it was pretty bad, he can't even pretend that this isn't all that big of a deal. he knew, your actions were only coming from a place of concern for his wellbeing and that made this all that much worse. he feels likes he's been drinking hot sand instead of water.

he looks at himself in the mirror, bloodied sink under him: sighh. there's not much else he can do.

he peaks his head out the bathroom first, then the rest of him emerges. he's met with the sight of you, well kinda. it's more like he's met with the sight of a lump under the blankets he knows is you.

your back facing his side of the bed, and he's sitting on the edge of it. there's an air of awkwardness, as he settles under the covers, his eyes trained on your back. sukuna wants so badly to shuffle close to you and lay his head on your pillow, to hold your hand in his and tangle your legs together under the covers, but he doesn't. he can bring himself to.

so he just stares at you longingly, he stares at you like you're hundreds of kilometres away. and all he can hope for is that tomorrow, when he wakes up with you, it'll be better.

that he'll be better.

better for you.

[salsakiyoomi]

sukuna had been gone for ten days.

he won't answer his phone, he won't answer his texts, you even tried to send him an email — yeah, no use.

by the tenth day, you were starting to feel less worried and more angry.

that's when he finally came knocking at your front door.

it was a random tuesday night when you were crying your eyes out at an angsty romance movie when a series of knocks came at your door.

quickly, you wipe away your tears and you head towards the door, creaking it open slightly to see who it is.

a gasp escapes you at the familiar sight of the tattooed face of your stupid, stupid boyfriend.

you swing the door open and before he could get any words out, you drag him in by the collar of his shirt and slap him across the face.

stunned is an understatement.

if anything, sukuna is thoroughly dumbfounded — sure, he knew you were feisty, except, he never thought you'd throw hands, especially as sexy as you did just now.

“where the hell have you been?!” you yell at him, but he's still flabbergasted, with his hand on his cheek where you had just slapped him.

“sukuna.” you growl, and he knows that he’s in trouble.

“sorry, something came up.” he says under his breath, rubbing his cheek.

holy hell, you sure knew how to throw a slap.

“really?” you huff, an angry scowl on your face at the audacity of his curt and vague answer, “that's all you have to say for yourself after ten whole days of being MIA?”

“look, baby, i'm sorry —” “i don't want your apology! i want an explanation! i called you, i texted you, i even sent you an email and you never responded!”

sukuna feels something close to guilt and maybe even…joy? because wow, were you really that worried about it? how flattering.

“i just had a deal going on.” he mutters under his breath, knowing you're going to reprimand him for it.

“what?” you utter out, “a drug deal?! seriously, ryomen? again?! you promised me you quit that shit!”

“it was a good deal, okay?!” he responds, starting to feel frustrated now, “and i needed the money.”

“you could've asked me for money!” you tell him and he scoffs, “yeah, like you're any less broke than i am.”

“sukuna.” you warn and he shakes his head, avoiding your gaze.

“look, i'm sorry, okay?” he says, “it was a moment of weakness.

“yeah, like all of the other times?” you ask sarcastically, “get out.” you add, pointing at the front door of your dorm and already ushering him out.

“oh, come on.” he chides, using the tone that he knows makes you weak, and looking at you with those stupidly convincing red eyes of his, “i said i'm sorry baby, okay? i won't do it again, i promise.”

“you stress me out, ryomen.” you huff, crossing your arms.

“i know,” he says smoothly, “i won't do it again, for you.”

he knows he's let you down again. in his history of fuck ups, this was probably one of the worst — breaking your trust, again.

and yet, he knows you'll always come back to him, forgive him and coddle him — just like you always do.

there was no denying that you were weak for him.

“....fine.” you mumble, “but if you do it again, i'm breaking up with you.”

“yeah yeah, i know.” he chuckles, his hands at your hips, “i won't.”

“good.” you huff.

he hums in response, leaning in to kiss you to make you forget about everything he's ever done and he practically feels the way you melt into the kiss, sinking into his touch as he caresses the soft flesh of your hips.

he was a manipulative piece of shit and he knew it, but if it meant having you under his touch? yeah, he won't give it up.

you bite on his bottom lip and he groans, pulling you closer.

after a moment, he pulls away, the both of you gasping for air.

he smirks, “i can tell you miss me.”

“shut up.” you huff and he chuckles, his hand sliding up to caress the back of your neck and pull you in closer.

“i'll hit from the back tonight if you let me.” he whispers in your ear and you blush, slapping his chest.

“ryomen!” you exclaim and he laughs, “come on, baby. don't you miss me?”

before you even get a chance to respond, he's hauling you up and carrying you to your bedroom.

sukuna's a manipulative piece of shit who probably has nothing better to do than play around and break hearts — he doesn't get attached.

and no matter how many times you threaten to break up with him, he knows you'll always stay.

he was just that good.

[livinggxd3adgirl]

Sukuna yearning for you back.. (part 1)

“Sukuna, that's your 6th shot. I think you're drunk enough” Urames worried voice hit Sukuna like a drum constantly going with no end in sight.

“I want to be black out drunk before she comes to get me” Sukuna downs another shot. His tab is only getting longer and pricey. Sukuna had one simple plan.

have you back in his arms where you belonged.

He lost you. That’s his fault and his alone. He was too dumb and immature to see that his angel truly was his only saving grace in this cruel world. First, sukuna thought that getting you gifts upon gifts and just bugging you would do something. It didn’t. So he started spam calling and texting you like you guys had never broken up. Though he knew he deserved the cold shoulder, it still hurt to see what his words and actions could do to his sweet angel.

So started the operation ”play the hopeless maiden.” (In yujis words)

A simple plan, really. Get Sukuna so drunk to the point he can barely see or think about anything else, but call you so you can take him home so Sukuna could talk to you and bring you back home. Easy, right? WRONG Sukuna got way too drunk way too fast. His sight blurry as you shuffled him into your car and drove off. He was practically seeing stars in his drunken state. But Sukuna knew that he only had one chance or else you would be gone like the wind again.

Fast forward to know…

He saw the panic in your eyes. Gloss painting over them. That’s when he knew he had you in the palm of his hand. All his again.

“Listen angel.. I know I was cruel, but these past months made me realize so much” sukuna thumbed at the tear that was already escaping your glassy eyes. How Sukuna missed this. Not being broken up or your tears, but the intimacy of it all. You sat there practically holding your ribs open, letting him see your heart. And so was he. Sukuna was never known for being gentle and vulnerable. But right now? He was letting you cut his chest open for dissection. He didn’t care at all because you deserved it. All of him is yours. His body, his mind, and soul.

“If you don’t want to be with me, okay.. you deserve better. But I, Ryomen Sukuna, will never leave you alone. Even if you get married to someone else, have kids and a house on the hill” His admission made you giggle through your tears and sniffles. “I’m ready to give you that and all more angel. I’m ready to bare myself out to you. I just want another chance.”

“Jeez kuna, you always knew how to make me cry” Even at a time like this, you tried joking.

“So.. Do I get another chance?” Sukunas sly smirk told you that he already knew the answer. But he meant it when he said that he was changing.

“Shut up and kiss me kuna”

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[zinflo]

Mha or jjk men (doesn’t matter who) reaction to their kids snapping at their mom

Whoever you are, thank very much for your request ♥︎ I decided to go with JJK instead of MHA since I haven’t released any work yet in relation to JJK. Hope you like it! — 🐉 𓂃🖊

IT’S THE DISRESPECT FOR ME ☞.ᐣ.ᐟ

FEATURING ᯓ★ SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, CHOSO KAMO, KENTO NANAMI, RYŌMEN SUKUNA + TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ Their reaction to their kid snapping at their mother (you ♥︎)

CONTENT ᯓ★ Parent!reader, sfw/fluff, mild language, petnames

⌞ SATORU GOJO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Gojo for sure is definitely ‘THE PROTECTIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ He’s usually the fun, carefree parent that lets his kids have a lot of freedom, but disrespecting their mother? Hell to the no.

✄┈┈★ The moment his kid raises their voice at you, his usual playful demeanour has gone down the drain in a heartbeat. He gives them a serious, piercing stare from behind his signature blindfold, and his voice drops a few notches.

✄┈┈★ “Woah, c’mon now. You’ve just gone from zero to one hundred.” His steps are slow until he’s finally stood right by your side but also in front of his child. “Change that tone because you don’t get to talk to your mum like that. Apologize. Now.”

✄┈┈★ If they continue to be stubborn and refuse to apologise, he kneels down to their level, still calm but firm, and asks them why they think it’s okay to act that way. Gojo wants his kid to reflect on their actions rather than just apologize for the sake of it.

✄┈┈★ Once the situation cools down, he makes sure to remind them how much you do for them. “Your mum is hardworkin’, amazin’ and is the main reason why you even get to live like a little prince/princess. Show some respect.”

✄┈┈★ Later, he’ll go back to being his usual goofy self where he wraps his arms around your waist, his soft lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t mind them, you’re still a great mum to them, sweetheart. Just give them some time, that's all.”

⌞ SUGURU GETO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Honestly? Geto just screams ‘THE WISE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ His ideology when it comes to parenting consists of being gentle yet firm discipline and doesn’t tolerate disrespect towards you. There’s simply no arguing about it.

✄┈┈★ So the moment he hears his child snap at you, his expression darkens. “Excuse me? I know damn well I’m not going deaf. So prove me wrong and try saying that again, but with respect this time.”

✄┈┈★ If they talk back, he gives them a calm but chilling stare that immediately makes them regret it. He’s not one to raise his voice—his disappointment is enough to make them feel guilty. This man is appalled, he does and I mean DOES NOT want his child to grow up acting like those monkeys with no manners or respect.

✄┈┈★ If the child is still stubborn, he removes privileges—no going out to hang with friends, no social media, until they apologize and genuinely understand their mistake.

✄┈┈★ After everything is settled, he always makes sure to reassure them with a hug but reminds them: “Respect goes both ways. You give it, you get it.”

✄┈┈★ As you both watch them walk away to their bedroom to sulk away, Geto grabs your chin in a firm grip before planting a soft peck on your forehead. “God, I love you dear but I think maybe you should give my parentin’ style a go. It’ll teach them to know their place, hm?”

⌞ CHOSO KAMO ⌝

✄┈┈★ The family oriented guy is 100% ‘THE GENTLE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Choso rarely gets angry, but when he does, it’s serious.

✄┈┈★ The moment he hears his child snap at you, his protective instincts kick in, and he immediately steps in between you and the child. “That’s not how we talk to our mother.” His voice is low but firm.

✄┈┈★ If the child argues, he stares them down silently—his disappointed expression is worse than being yelled at.

✄┈┈★ He believes in talking things out, so he kneels and asks, “Why are you upset? Tell me, so we can fix this together.” He wants them to understand that frustration doesn’t justify rudeness.

✄┈┈★ He won’t force an immediate apology, but he will expect them to reflect and apologize on their own. If they don’t, he withholds affection—no cuddles, no high fives/fist pumps or no warm interactions until they understand.

✄┈┈★ Once they do apologize, he pulls them into a long hug and tells them, “We respect each other in this family. Especially your mother.”

✄┈┈★ While the child is in Choso’s embrace, Choso looks up and meets your eyes. He winks and his lips curl upwards before mouthing, “love you, angel.”

⌞ KENTO NANAMI ⌝

✄┈┈★ Strict? For sure ‘THE AUTHORITATIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Nanami rarely raises his voice, but he’s for damn sure not letting disrespect slide when it comes to you.

✄┈┈★ The moment the child snaps, he immediately calls them out in a stern but controlled tone. “Enough! That is no way to be speakin’ to your mother like that.”

✄┈┈★ If the child continues, he simply says, “Go to your room. Now. We will talk when you are calm.” He refuses to entertain arguments in the heat of the moment.

✄┈┈★ Once they’ve cooled down, he sits them down and gets down to business, “Disagreements happen, but respect should never be lost. Your mother loves you and works hard for you. Don’t think you can speak to her how ever you like because I won’t allow it.”

✄┈┈★ He expects a proper apology, not just a mumbled “sorry.” If they don’t mean it, he waits patiently until they do.

✄┈┈★ Afterwards, he makes sure they understand that family is built on mutual respect, and he reassures them with a firm but comforting pat on the head.

✄┈┈★ Once he leaves the child alone in their bedroom to reflect on their actions, he’s met with you leaning your head against the wall so you can listen in on their conversation. A smirk crept up his face as he cupped your cheeks with his hands and locked eyes with you. “I’m sorry about before, honey. You’re perfect with everything you do, even if your way of parenting is more lenient than mine.”

⌞ RYŌMEN SUKUNA ⌝

✄┈┈★ Yeah… let’s all back away from ‘THE RUTHLESS DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Because that child is literally cooked. Without negotiation, the King of Curses expects obedience and respect so he’s pissed the moment he hears the disrespect.

✄┈┈★ His rage is instant. His sharp eyes glare down at the child all the while one of his beefy hands has hooked itself around the child’s shirt and lifted them off the ground so they’re now eye level to him. “What the hell did you just say, you brat? I know damn well you’re not talkin’ to your mother with that damn mouth of yours.” His voice alone is enough to make them regret it.

✄┈┈★ when I said that child was cooked from the beginning—I meant it. He doesn’t give warnings—his child is immediately disciplined and does not give a damn. Depending on the severity, it could be a timeout, harsh scolding, or taking away privileges. “If you go low, I’ll go lower. Two can play at that game, you ungrateful brat.”

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t tolerate disobedience. If the kid refuses to apologize, he stares them down with his four eyes in pure silence, letting the tension build and the child certainly shaking since his true form is already intimidating as it is.

✄┈┈★ “You think you can talk to my wife like that? Know your place under this household because you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.” He makes sure they understand that you come first.

✄┈┈★ Once the child apologises to you, he doesn’t get all warm and sweet. His only response is a curt, “Good. Don’t do it again.”

✄┈┈★ However, he secretly keeps an eye on them afterward to make sure they truly understand the lesson. He then turns to you, looking you up and down to see if you’re mentally doing okay before ruffling your hair and rolling his eyes. “Tch, I’m not surprised that annoyin’ brat got disrespectful towards you. You’re too damn soft for your own kind, darling.”

⌞ TOji FUSHIGURO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Toji don’t play, he’s ‘THE STRAIGHTFORWARD DAD.’

✄┈┈★ No ifs or buts, there’s simply no valid explanation for why his kid thinks it is okay to snap at you and would be out of his damn mind to even allow it to happen.

✄┈┈★ The second he hears the kid snap, he’s already standing up by your side. “You’ve got a damn loose mouth, huh?” His voice is sharp, and the atmosphere immediately shifts.

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t yell, but the intensity of his presence is enough to make the kid freeze in their stop. His eyes narrow, and his tone is cold. “Cat got your tongue, hm? Try again. Nicely.”

✄┈┈★ If they don’t apologize, he crosses his arms and waits in silence—because he knows his patience alone is terrifying.

✄┈┈★ He’ll tell them straight up: “Your mum is the only reason why you have a roof over your head and eating three meals a day. You wanna act like spoiled kid? Then you can handle things yourself.”

✄┈┈★ Toji enforces consequences immediately—no dinner, extra chores, something to occupy their mind and realize their mistake.

✄┈┈★ Later, once they’ve apologized, he ruffles their hair roughly and mutters, “Don’t let me catch you doin’ that again. I mean it.” He won’t be overly affectionate, but his point is made.

✄┈┈★ His expression changes when he looks towards you, grasping your hand to pull you closer to his broad chest and gently pecking your cheek before saying, “Stand your ground, baby. And show them next time who’s boss around this house.”

My inbox is open so feel free to send me any requests or thoughts ✰ — 🐉 𓂃🖊

[miscellaneous-misty]

diligent nerd sukuna who is the most strict, grumpy, arrogant nerd you have ever met.

diligent nerd sukuna who feels the need to intervene when you sit next to him near the front of the lecture hall on the first day of class. with all the typos and mistakes you're making on your notes, he thinks it's either a fluke or a miracle that you even got into this advanced course.

diligent nerd sukuna who corrects your misunderstandings about the lecture and material as you write the information down, insulting you after the lecture for bringing a laptop for taking notes when you clearly should've brought a notebook. writing notes by hand is better for remembering the material in the long run, don't you know something so basic? idiot.

diligent nerd sukuna who nearly snaps his pencil in half when you shrug and tell him you never really take notes for most of your courses. when you tell him you never study for the exams, he really does break his pencil then.

diligent nerd sukuna who is personally offended by your unreasonably relaxed attitude and utter disregard for your academic career. he drags you to the campus library, demanding for you to sit down and learn to study. you shrug and go along with him, a coy smile teasing the edges of your lips as sukuna unknowingly makes you skip class.

diligent nerd sukuna who sits next to you and hands you a spare notebook he carries in his backpack because of course he carries an extra notebook with him, do you take him to be an idiot like you?

diligent nerd sukuna who lectures you for three hours (with 15 minute breaks in between because obviously breaks are important for absorbing the material properly) on proper studying methods and note-taking. you sit there, smiling and nodding blankly, admiring his handsome face and the muscles bulging underneath his drab clothes, wondering what his body looks like underneath.

diligent nerd sukuna who takes everything way too seriously. he'll scoff whenever you try to show him any memes or videos during the breaks, judging you for wasting your time on stupid content instead of relaxing in a more productive and useful manner, telling you to join him in stretching and taking a walk instead.

diligent nerd sukuna who doesn't understand what you find so funny about his dress sense. yes, he wears glasses, sweater vests, white button-up shirts tucked neatly into his crisp khaki pants, and sensible shoes. what do you mean it doesn't suit his personality? what do you mean his tattoos don't match the vibe of his outfit? are you trying to piss him off?

diligent nerd sukuna who gets pissed off when you tell him your grades are decent enough, so you don't see the point in studying or trying hard. you'll get your degree either way, it's not like it matters. but he scoffs, telling you that it's important to understand the material properly because if you don't, your incompetency will negatively impact everyone you interact with at your place of work once you graduate. he holds his chin high, looking down on you as he says that you shouldn't settle for less if you want the best possible outcome for yourself and for the world around you.

diligent nerd sukuna who really can't understand why the hell you stared at him for a moment before laughing and calling him cute. you really must be stupid to respond like that.

diligent nerd sukuna who patiently explains every question or concept you don't understand, despite having a grouchy demeanor about him. when he leans in close to you to look at what you've written, you can feel his body heat radiating from him, hot and inviting, the faint smell of his fresh, minty breath making you wonder what it would taste like to kiss him. the three hours pass by quickly with a tutor like him.

diligent nerd sukuna who gets the funniest, goofiest look of shock on his face for about a millisecond when you tell him you missed a class because of his spontaneous study session with you.

diligent nerd sukuna who is immediately angry that you didn't say anything about the class you were supposed to attend. he's even more livid when you shrug and say he was more interesting than your class. you still should've attended instead of skipping!

diligent nerd sukuna who looks like he wants to throttle you when you giggle cutely at his reaction, a weird feeling fluttering around in his stomach at the twinkle in your eyes. you jot down your number in his spare notebook, winking at him as you tell him to hit you up sometime for another study session.

diligent nerd sukuna who watches you leave, annoyed that you left the notebook behind. what was the point of taking all those notes if you weren't going to keep them for reviewing later? wasn't it obvious he was going to let you keep the damn thing?

diligent nerd sukuna who decides to never text or call you because you're a carefree slacker, a simpleton who flows through life all easy breezy. the complete opposite of him. he should only be surrounding himself with like-minded people who value success above all else.

diligent nerd sukuna who caves in less than twenty-four hours, telling himself he's just messaging you because it's good for him to explain the concepts to someone else to reinforce his own understanding. he's only doing this for his own benefit. it's definitely not because he can't stop thinking about your smile or laugh or the way you look at him like you want more. definitely not because of that.

diligent nerd sukuna who glares at you when you two meet again and you tease him for contacting you so soon, singsonging that he definitely likes you. he adamantly denies it, insisting that this is the last time he'll be studying with the likes of you. no, he isn't pouting. why would you even suggest that? stop laughing and let's get to work already!

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[thatstraypinkcat]

Sukuna😭🥹💝✨

[missyonmission]

NSFW - no minors - smut with plot - Part 1

Plot: His reputation precedes him - brilliant, arrogant, and unapologetically wild. And you, unfortunately, are caught in the orbit of his influence. Your submission gives him a power rush like nothing else and he enjoys toying with your emotions, knowing that you will always come back, that the push and pull of your relationship is a game he has mastered long ago.

In a fateful night where harsh punishments and the desire to destroy the last remaining bits of yourself turn into passionate kisses and the desperate need to give and receive affection, Sukuna loses himself in what has become the most important thing in his life. You.

Warnings: dom!Sukuna - submissive!Reader - sadist/masochist dynamic - power play - pet play - (semi public) punishments - humiliation - degrading - wounds/grazes (but Sukuna takes care of them) - marking (light biting, scratching, talk about branding) - fingering - cum eating - missionary - mating press - begging - crying - forced orgasms - overstimulation - somno

Words: 10.094

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Sukuna, with his striking features and undeniable charm, is a force of nature on campus. His reputation precedes him - brilliant, arrogant, and unapologetically wild. And you, unfortunately, are caught in the orbit of his influence, the one who had become his unofficial partner in a chaotic dance of sadistic pleasure and complete devotion. The term "girlfriend" has never applied to your relationship. It was more of an unspoken agreement, a complex arrangement of mutual attraction and deep-seated frustration.

This specific night, the campus frats are hosting a party, a vibrant affair where students are gathered to celebrate the beginning of the new semester. The party is already in full swing when you see Sukuna approach a girl you don’t recognize. Like always in public, he outwardly showed you that he couldn't care less about you. That you are just a toy to play with whenever he gets bored. Before your very eyes, Sukuna leans in and kisses the girl. The act is bold and brazen, a clear message that he had no intention of respecting your feelings. In his mind, you belong to him, and he can do and treat you however he wants.

He is honestly impressed with how much your need for his attention, your submission, and your desire to please him runs. It always gives him a power rush like nothing else and although Sukuna would never admit it to anyone, you are his favorite out of all the pets he played with in the past and he's sure there will be no one quite like you in the future as well. In a twisted way, he is just as dependent on you as you are on him.

When Sukuna finally returns to your side, he is smirking, eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and amusement. The kiss is over, but its effects linger heavily in the air.

“What’s wrong, huh? What?! Do you still think you have some kind of claim on me? I was just having some fun. Don't look at me like that. Jealousy is not a good look on you." Sukuna’s voice is laced with an almost playful, mocking curiosity. He knows exactly what is wrong. He just wants to see how you would react. Sukuna thrives on chaos and manipulation. He enjoys toying with your emotions, testing the limits of your patience and loyalty. His pride and self-absorption always make a straightforward apology impossible. Not that he's ever in the wrong, in the first place…

Instead, he revels in the control he has over you, knowing that you will forgive him, no matter how much he provokes you. He knows you will come back, that the push and pull of your relationship is a game he had mastered long ago.

"You should know by now that I’m not exactly boyfriend material." There is a condescending smirk on his lips and a silence between you, a heavy pause that seems to stretch into eternity. Despite his cruel games and his inability to show genuine affection, you are drawn to him in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Unlucky you…

You knew you had it coming your way. You two weren't official, hell, you aren't even anything serious to begin with, and Sukuna made sure you never forget that fact. But tonight, you couldn't control yourself, couldn't control the overwhelming emotions of hurt and desperation. You already made a snarky comment about him flirting with some random girl earlier this evening, letting your bitterness and jealousy shine through, and you know he hates when you act like that. You should have known he would feel the need to assert dominance and would try to belittle and humiliate you for it.

"Are you feeling better now?" You grit out through your teeth, the alcohol loosening your tongue and making you say things you usually wouldn't.

“Come on, don’t be like that. You’re acting so childish,” Sukuna retorts, his voice laced with condescension. “I understand that you’re jealous, but you’re making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

Sukuna reaches forward, grabbing your chin with a firm grip. His gaze pierces into you, a challenge lurking behind his amusement. “If you can’t handle this, then perhaps I should just go find someone else who can. After all, there are plenty of better options…” His voice trails off, leaving a heavy threat looming in the air.

His words sting, and you have to clench your hands into fists at your sides, to not start tearing up. You know he's right and that it isn't just empty threats. Sukuna is handsome and rich, and he could be charming if he wanted to be. No matter the girl he wanted, he would be able to get her.

"You're an asshole, Sukuna." Your voice is laced with anger and frustration, and you swat his hand away from your chin, turning around to leave.

“Now, now, don’t be disrespectful.” Sukuna’s voice thunders with authority as he swiftly closes the distance between you, his hand grabbing your wrist with surprising strength.

“You’re not going anywhere. I own you. You’re mine, so you better start acting like it.” Sukuna’s voice is low and threatening, laced with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. “Now apologize for calling me an asshole, and then we’ll talk about how you can make it up to me.”

You can't help but whimper quietly at his low, threatening tone. His voice is laced with authority and doesn't leave any room for further argument or bratty attitude. You know he doesn't handle disobedience very well.

You swallow hard before speaking quietly, almost inaudible but clearly defeated. "I'm sorry, Sukuna..." Every fight in your body has already left you completely, replaced by the urge to do everything he wants you to do, just to get on his good side again.

Sukuna nods, satisfied with your apology. “That’s better. See, it’s not so hard to accept your place, is it?” He smirks, his hand slowly releasing your wrist. “But, I’m not finished with you yet. I still need retribution for your insolence.” Sukuna’s voice is low and dangerous, his crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise. “Kneel.”

"What?" You freeze up, looking around for any passerbys. You are in a relatively secluded area, a little away from the main party behind the building, but anyone could just walk by any minute.

"Here? But- but... We are in public... Everyone could- Any minute someone could walk by and-" You try to protest, to reason with him, despite knowing it will be pointless. Once Sukuna's in the mood and has his mind set on something, it was impossible to talk him out of it and you know you will just follow whatever he wants from you, even if it's making you feel uncomfortable.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Sukuna growls, his impatience evident. He grabs you by the hair, his grip tightening almost painfully. “Listen to me and listen well. You are my property. I own you, body and soul. So if I tell you to kneel, you kneel. And you’ll do it now. You don’t get to refuse my orders. That’s not up for debate."

He grabs your shoulder with a rough shove, forcing you to your knees. In this moment, Sukuna embodies a terrifying presence. His words echo with a primal authority that makes it clear that he is not a man who accepts dissent.

You wince out immediately when he grabs your hair and shoves you to the ground. Your knees are scraping against the rough surface of the asphalt beneath you. The skintight short dress you wore specifically for him does nothing to hide your curves, showing off so much of your delicious, currently unmarked skin that it should be illegal and Sukuna gets the best view down your cleavage from above.

You look up at him, one of his hands still buried in your hair with a painfully tight grip, and tears start to brim already around your lashes.

Sukuna smirks, his crimson eyes narrowing with cold satisfaction. “Now, let me remind you of your place…” He whispers menacingly.

He leans down, his hold on your hair unwavering, his eyes locking with yours. He lowers his voice to an icy, dangerous tone that sends another shiver down your spine. “If you ever dare to call me an ‘asshole’ in public again, I’ll make sure you never walk straight again. Is that clear?”

"Yes, Master Sukuna." You breathe out the words in defeat, surrendering to his will. Whatever he does to you, no matter how hurtful or cruel, you both know deep down you will enjoy it. You both are a little twisted, getting off on this power dynamic, and that's why this thing between you works so well in the first place.

Sukuna chuckles, pleased with your submission. “Good girl.” His voice is a low purr, filled with satisfaction. “Now, show me how obedient you can be.” He releases his grip on your hair, taking a step back, his crimson eyes fixating on you. “Crawl to me and kiss my feet. Beg me for forgiveness as best as you can, little pet.”

Sukuna is always one for the creative and most humiliating punishments. You whimper and start to crawl over to him on all fours. Your ass is on display for everyone who would walk behind you, and your knees are still painfully scraping over the ground. Every time you reach up to him, he takes some more steps back, just to humiliate you further.

When you finally reach him, you bow down in dogeza out of respect and press your forehead into the dirty ground for a moment before your face comes up just slightly, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his shoe.

Sukuna watches as you crawl to him, his eyes filled with a cruel, sadistic amusement. He loves it, the way you have no shame when it comes to him and follow his every whim… Oh, he trained you so well.

He smirks, clearly delighted by your humiliation. His voice is thick with a sadistic satisfaction. “Very good. Now, thank me for letting you kiss my shoes. And you better be convincing enough, slut or I might just have to let my anger out differently.”

He steps back, smirking at your humiliating position. He's already lightly stepping onto the fingers of your left hand, not enough to actually crush it, but enough to already make it hurt. He pauses for a moment, his lips curling into a grin. “Beg to be mine once more. But this time, make it… passionate. Make it memorable.”

You let out a small cry of pain when he steps onto your fingers but you know that this is nothing in comparison to what he is actually capable of, in comparison to what he can really do to you and has already done in the past. You hold back any more sounds, biting your tongue to suppress the tears.

"Thank you…” You whimper out the words quietly, again, giving in to his wishes and beg so prettily for his consideration. “Thank you for letting me kiss your shoes. For letting me serve you, taking me in and helping me act properly. Thank you for reminding me where I belong. That I belong to you, Master Sukuna. Please forgive me and my rudeness. I wasn't thinking clearly, the alcohol and-" You stop immediately knowing that making excuses will only further infuriate him. He doesn't want to hear them. He doesn't care why. He just cares for you acting accordingly.

Sukuna's smirk widens, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes as he listens to your pleas and excuses. "Well, you're learning faster than I thought. I must say, I'm impressed. So..." He lets out a low sigh, his grin never faltering. "I suppose I can forgive you. But it's not just forgiveness you need. You need to show me you're truly grateful and remember your place."

He leans down, grabbing your chin with a deceptively gentle touch. "From now on, you call me Master in public, and your behavior must reflect that. Understood?”

You swallow hard at his words, your lips are trembling, and you want to refuse. You know you should refuse. This is going to be one of the most publicly humiliating things he ever told you to do. You know he will take full advantage of it as soon as you nod your head so stupidly, like you always do to his commands. This will not only stay between you two anymore, like he always wanted. This will not leave your friends wondering which guy you always sneak away with and for whom you are acting so differently than your usual self. This will directly tie you to Sukuna and will make everyone around you realize who the man is that has brainwashed you into a completely different person. This will haunt you for the next few years until you finish college and maybe even after that.

And weirdly enough, at the same time, you can't help but squirm a little in front of him on your knees. The image he creates, the possibilities of scenarios running through your head, it excites you to no end.

"Yes, Master Sukuna." You avert your eyes down to the ground in shame.

Sukuna's smirk transforms into a sinister chuckle. "Good girl. I knew you'd come around." His hand moves from your chin, gently patting your head like you're some kind of dog or a pet. Sukuna's smirk only widens even more at the sight of your shame and submission. He's enjoying you being a willing victim for his cruel games of pleasure. Your agreement to his demand only fuels him further. "Now... I think it's time for some special lessons to help remind you of your place."

He reaches down, taking hold of your chin again and lifting it up with a firm grip. "I want you to crawl alongside me all the way back to my dorm room. We have a lot of things to go over and learn. Get moving, pet!”

You let out another pathetic whimper when he kicks your ass as a sign to start moving and casually walks towards his dorm. You look around for other people, but luckily, you don't see anyone in sight. You quickly crawl after him, trying to keep up with his pace, following him.

When you arrive at his dorm, your knees and hands are hurting all over. They are scraped, red, and a bit bloody with small stones, dirt, and grass clinging to the wounds.

Sukuna walks inside, turning his head towards you with a sinister smirk. “Crawl inside, bitch. You know how I like you better on your knees anyway.” He watches you crawl inside, his eyes trained on the curve of your ass in that short dress, that hugs your perfect body so beautifully.

He kicks off his shoes, gets a cloth and a bowl of warm water, and sits on the couch in his dorm, leaning back comfortably. He pats his lap once, silently telling you what to do.

You crawl up to him and in between his spread thighs, looking up at Sukuna through tear filled eyes and silently sniffle. You place your hands with your palms to the ceiling on either of his legs.

When he starts to take one of your hands into his and clean up the wounds, you blink up at him in confusion. His touch is gentle, almost tender and caring. He never did something like this in the past, and you never expected him to act like this either.

Sukuna doesn't say a word, his fingers cleaning and treating your wounds with practiced efficiency. The silence is broken only by a low hum emanating from Sukuna's chest. It's soothing, almost rhythmic.

He dabs antiseptic on your skin, his touch surprisingly gentle. Every now and then, he leans down to inspect a wound more closely, blowing a cool breath over it to ease the inflammation. He doesn't say anything at first except for a low murmur of comfort, the sound vibrating against your skin.

His voice is low and rumbling deeply in his chest as he works. "It's important for a pet to be taken care of. And it's my responsibility to do so... as your master, of course." He pauses, glancing down into your eyes, and for a moment you think there is something close to intimacy between you two, not only physical but a connection that runs deeper than that. "Tell me, pet.... Are you afraid of me?”

You look down at how he cleans up the wounds, thinking over his words and question for a moment. You look up at him again, watching his face and how his eyebrows furrow in concentration when he dabs the warm washcloth over the wounds.

You finally decide and shake your head 'no' slowly, your voice barely above a whisper to not break the comforting silence. "No. No, I'm not…”

You don't know if this is one of his games, a trick question to see if his past lesson stuck and a chance for you to prove your loyalty. Or maybe he wanted you to answer like this just to turn your words against you and inflict more pain? Whatever it is, you're sure you have answered his question truthfully. Are you afraid of him? No. No, you're not. Right?

He takes a bandage from the med-kit on the side and slowly wraps each finger of your right hand. It's a gesture of care, almost compassionate. When he finishes, he presses a light kiss on top of each bandage.

“That's good..." He murmurs, his voice low. “A pet should respect their owner, not be afraid of them...”

Once he's done, he reaches up, stroking your hair affectionately, still holding one of your hands with his other. "I want you to understand that my discipline and training come from a place of genuine care. Your pain serves as a reminder of your subservience, it does not stem from a desire to harm you."

His tender touch and kisses on top of the bandages are making your heart ache. It's a side of him you’ve never seen before, no matter how hard your training and punishments were. The most aftercare he ever showed you was a warm shower and the opportunity of you staying the night instead of getting kicked out.

Sukuna himself doesn't know if his words are actually true, but there is one thing he is aware of, he doesn't want to imagine his life without you at his feet anymore. He shifts on the couch, reaching behind his back to fluff the pillows slightly. "Come here, pet.”

You scramble up from your knees and onto your feet, wanting to follow his order as fast as possible, hissing slightly when the untreated cuts on your knees start stinging. You sit down on the couch, placing your legs over his lap, and he starts to clean the wounds on your knees with the same tenderness.

Sukuna nods, his face serious as he tends to your scraped up knees with efficiency. The wounds are painful but nothing too serious. As he works, his voice is low and soothing. “Good girl... Just breathe..."

He notices a particularly deep cut and pauses, a brief flash of concern crossing his features. He takes a cotton swab and dabs some antiseptic on the wound before placing a small bandage over it.

He doesn't speak at first, simply focusing on his task, his touch almost feather-like. But then, he speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to know something, pet... Your submission is a sign of your strength. It takes courage and trust to give yourself to someone else like this.”

You lean into his side more, your shoulder is brushing against his arm, and your head starts to rest against his shoulder, with your legs still draped over his lap. It's a position you never found yourself in with him, so intimate and loving.

"I trust you, Sukuna- I mean, Master Sukuna..." You quickly correct yourself, not wanting to anger him again.

Sukuna smirks, a proud glint in his eyes. "Good girl..." He murmurs, his voice low and gentle and places a kiss against your temple.

He finishes bandaging your knees and shifts on the couch, gently pulling you into his lap so that you're straddling him. His hands roaming over your body, touching you almost possessively.

"You've been such a good pet, taking your punishment without complaining. You deserve a reward, don't you think?" He whispers, his lips ghosting over your ear.

"Thank you, Master." The prospect of getting a reward makes you excited, but you know it's best to treat forward carefully. Sukuna's moods could always swing full force to brutal and relentless if you phrased your sentences wrong.

"I'm sorry for today... So, so sorry for earlier, Master Sukuna..." Fresh tears well up in your eyes at the thought of disappointing him, your mind driven into a deep submissive headspace already from your punishment.

Sukuna chuckles, his hand coming up to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb. "Ssssh, shh, little pet..." He murmurs, his voice gentle, soothing even. "You did well. You took your punishment without complaint or resistance. I know it was difficult for you..."

His lips caress your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind, his breath hot against your skin. "You deserve a reward. Tell me, what do you want?”

"Can I please... Can I please get a kiss? A real one?"

It sounds like a simple request, but it really isn't, and you're scared to overstep a boundary of his and make him mad. You want him oh so desperately to kiss you on the lips, something he never did before with you. It was one of the rules he set. He didn't like the intimacy behind it, but all you can think about from the first time he took you in a bathroom at some frat party is to feel those perfect lips. His lips that have explored every inch of your body other than your own.

"A kiss?" He murmurs, his voice tinged with amusement. He knows how desperate you are for that kind of intimacy, how much you crave it.

He leans closer, his lips hovering just a few inches above yours. It's almost like foreplay, the anticipation building up as you wait for him to make the next move. "You want me to kiss you? Are you sure you've earned it, pet? It'd take a lot to make me kiss you after your behavior earlier... And I don't know if your little performance was enough to warrant a real kiss…”

You desperately want to close the last millimeters of distance between your lips, but you know he would probably kill you if you did it without permission. Instead, you just freeze at his words, a shiver running down your spine, and you can feel yourself starting to tremble in his lap. You're scared, but not of him. You're scared of being denied the only thing you think you ever wanted.

You didn't know what to do. Your brain shuts down while you try to think of something, anything, to convince him to give you that kiss.

Sukuna's hand grasps your chin, firmly holding your gaze. His eyes bore into yours as if to search for something deep within your soul. "Come on, little pet..." He whispers, his voice low and husky. "Show me you deserve it. Show me your obedience... and maybe, just maybe, I'll reward you with a kiss."

His words are a challenge, a test of your devotion and willingness to submit to his will. “Now... What do you want to say to make me change my mind and kiss you? Or perhaps you changed your mind and want something else?”

"No, wait!" You speak up louder than you intended to, the desperate need and distress obvious in the way your tiny fists come up to his chest and grasp at the material of his designer shirt.

"S'kuna, please... Master, please~ I'm sorry. I promise to behave in the future. I promise! I'm sorry. Please~! Just- just…” Your brain frantically tries to come up with something good, something that would impress him and prove your devotion and loyalty in a way you know he needs it.

“I'll… I'll let you do that thing to me! The one you always wanted." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you know there was no going back. Sukuna's eyes are gleaming with excitement already. You would like to blame the remaining effect from the booze at the party for your careless words, but you know that's not it. You have just fallen so hard and fast for the man in front of you, that you lost your mind, your will to be your own person with your own rights and your brain is solely thinking about his twisted forms of pleasure.

Sukuna always wanted to brand his name into your perfect little body, but you desperately refused, making it a hard boundary. One he surprisingly respected without ever pushing you too far, like for everything else. Although it always swirls in the back of his mind whenever he sees your ass jiggle during doggy or your hips buck up while you are sprawled out in his sheets, the only thought when his lips trace your collarbone or his hands grip at the flesh of your waist.

Sukuna's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting you to offer to fulfill his deepest desire. "You... you'd willingly allow me to brand you like that? Even though you were so adamant about refusing in the past?"

He pauses, his eyes searching your face for any signs of deceit or hesitation. But all he finds is raw, desperate need. "Are you absolutely certain, pet? Once it's done, there's no going back. It will be with you for the rest of your life.”

You pause, a slight hesitation when you realize the weight of your words once again and the permanent consequences that come with it. You swallow hard, your gaze locked onto his. You are genuinely scared. Not of him, but of the fact that you might lose him and might lose this moment between you two. Your decision is made, you want to do this. For him, to please him and to get the kiss that you crave so much.

"I know." With your submissive headspace right now, you're definitely not in the right place to make important decisions like this, but you don't care. You need it, desperate to feel his lips brush against yours. Your eyes drop down to his lips, fixed on them like they are the most precious thing in the world.

Sukuna stares at you for a moment, studying your face. And then, a small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Very well... Come here."

His fingers gently stroke your cheek as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light touch. He pauses there for a moment, his eyes closing as he relishes in this rare moment of tenderness. "You really are..." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "...mine. Aren't you, pet?"

And then, finally, he kisses you.

The moment his lips touch yours, you can feel your body heating up and your skin tingle. It's as if you are set on fire, a feeling of belonging spreading through every vein and clouding your mind and judgment even more. His thumb still brushes against your cheek, and his teeth sink into your bottom lip, making you gasp. His tongue teasingly darts against your lips, and you open your mouth immediately to grant him the desired access. Both of his hands are cupping your face by now, tilting your head further to deepen the kiss.

Sukuna's tongue immediately invades your mouth, like it's exploring and mapping out every corner. His kiss is intense and possessive, demanding submission and surrender so naturally that it is overwhelming. One of his hands slides down to the nape of your neck, pressing you even closer, his fingers tangled into your hair.

And for a few moments, there's only the heated dance of your tongues and the sound of your shared breathing filling the air.

You don't even try to fight for dominance in the kiss. You don't want it, you don't need it. You don't want to be his equal. You want to be his property. You want to be his and want to be taken care of by him. The kiss is intense but not only in your desire and lust for each other but also in the feelings both of you communicate with it. Something in his demeanor is different now. The more intense the kiss grows, the more tender and loving his touch becomes. It's almost as if he would harbor actual feelings for you.

Sukuna's kisses become more passionate, his mouth moving against yours with a burning need. He whispers against your lips, his voice a husky growl. "Mine..."

His hands begin to roam over your body with a possessive touch. The way he touches you, it's like he's claiming you, making it clear that you belong to him. But his touch, while intense and possessive, lacks its usual roughness and cruelty.

Your own hands start to mimic the motion, sliding under his shirt and feeling the warm, muscled expanse of his abdomen and up to his chest. You can feel the fast beating of his heart against your hand, and your hips start to grind down against him. On any other day, he would have already beaten you up for putting your hands on him without permission but right now his tongue is just continuing to explore every corner of your mouth, tasting and savoring every inch.

A low rumble sounds in the back of his throat, almost like an animalistic growl, as your hands sneak their way under his shirt. He doesn't break the kiss, his tongue continuing to explore your mouth with an almost possessive hunger.

And then, without breaking the kiss, he stands up with you in his arms as his hands grip at your thighs, pulling you close against him. “Bedroom... now..." He growls, the look in his eyes burning with an intense need.

When he picks you up effortlessly, you let out a gasp of surprise against his lips, holding onto him tightly while he continues to devour your mouth like a man starved.

He is always dominant in every interaction, demanding perfection and complete obedience from you and during sex, he always does and takes what he wants without giving you the opportunity to decide something for yourself. You love your usual dynamic, but this feels different. You touched him without permission and initiated this moment but didn't receive punishment. Sukuna is handling you with utmost care and affection, something that you’ve never received from him before.

He walks over to the bed, carrying you in his arms like you're made of glass. He gently lays you down, the covers soft and comfortable.

Sukuna hovers above you, his crimson eyes locking with yours. Without a word, he leans down and kisses you again, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender motion. His hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, caressing your skin with a gentleness that's foreign to him.

“What’s happening to me...” He murmurs under his breath, almost like he's trying to understand it himself.

You didn't even hear his quiet murmurs, your ears ringing from the overwhelming feelings inside of you. Your head is spinning, and you can't think clearly, hands tugging at his shirt, wanting it off of him desperately.

"Kuna~" You call out to him and despite his desire for power and your rule of calling him master every time you address him directly, he can't help the rush of arousal in his lower region at the nickname you just gave him.

Sukuna grunts at the nickname you used, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. "Impatient, are we?" He taunts.

He sits back in between your thighs and slowly removes his shirt to reveal his toned chest and stomach, covered in intricate tattoos and some scattered scars.

"Don't worry. I'll give you what you need..." He reaches down, pulling you closer by your hips. One hand gently caressing the curve of your thigh and the other sliding under your knee, pushing your legs open.

You hiss slightly when he spreads your legs a little further. The wounds from your earlier punishment are still hurting badly.

Your eyes are trained on his skin, on his tattoos, and the way he moves in the dim moonlight shining through the window. Your bandaged hand wants to reach out for him, but you stop midair, a flicker of uncertainty and fear crossing your eyes, and you're not sure if you're allowed to touch.

Sukuna chuckles, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you. "You can touch me without permission... tonight..." He reaches down, fingers gently brushing against your thigh, his touch feather-light with a hint of possessiveness.

Leaning in, he slowly starts to trail kisses along your neck, his tongue lingering for a moment on the pulse point. You can't help but tear up, your lips trembling, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. When he leans down, your hand automatically comes into contact with the bare skin in between his pecs, and you moan out at the warm feeling underneath your fingertips.

His hands slide beneath your back, fingers tracing the zipper of your dress before deciding he's too impatient, and he just rips the flimsy fabric into useless pieces. When he rips off your dress to gain better access to the expanse of your skin, you gasp out, and your other hand is coming behind his neck, gently playing with the strands of his pinkish hair.

Sukuna's lips continue their exploration of your body, leaving a path of hot, wet kisses along your collarbone as he moves down. His teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of your neck before he kisses his way across the collarbone and to your shoulder, where he would usually leave his marks. He gently bites into the sensitive area as if he could sense the significance of this spot. He keeps teasing you, trailing his kisses lower and lower down your chest, his tongue flicking out to taste your heated skin.

Sukuna's hands reach down, fingers wrapping around your ankles and lifting your legs around his waist before he leans back in, his lips capturing yours in an intense kiss. His tongue dances with yours, seeking pleasure as his hips start to grind down against you, his hard length growing to its full size.

"I want this... I want this so much..." He murmurs, his hands grasping your hips possessively, almost to the point of bruising as he nips at your neck. "Need this... need you..." One of his arms wraps around your lower back, supporting and bringing your body even closer to his. His other hand is resting high up on your inner thigh, the skin soft and warm under his hot palms.

"You..." He groans, his voice rough and husky, filled with desire. "I... You're mine."

His hand in between your legs moves slowly to your core, gently parting your folds and settling between them as two fingers start to explore your already wet heat.

You're a mess of moans, gasps, and whimpers. Sukuna knows your body like the back of his hand, knows every sensitive spot, and every way to touch you. You already gave your body and soul to him, but tonight, he gives you a part of himself, something he has never done before. The two of you are completely oblivious to how things might change between you if you continue this passionate night with each other. You both are only focused on the feelings each of you has hidden beneath the surface for a long time, one deeper than the other.

When he starts exploring the inside of your body with his fingers, you can't help but arch your back into him more and more, your hands gripping at the strands of his hair tighter. You're not used to him making sure you're well enough prepared. Foreplay was never one of his strong suits. He didn't deem it necessary for his own pleasure. His gentle and loving touches are sending your senses into overdrive. What is going on? "Sukuna! Master! Please~”

"Shh..." He murmurs against your lips, feeling his words brush against your skin like a gentle melody. He whispers low, almost like he's speaking to himself.

"I promise... I promise I'll go easy on you." He assures, his voice a raspy breath against your skin. He whispers your name like a silent prayer, as if he craves the taste of it on his tongue.

"I'll give you anything you want, anything you need. Just... just don't ever leave..." He looks down at you, his expression intense and dominating, but also vulnerable. There are layers upon layers of pain, suffering, and sadness hidden behind his crimson eyes. It's a glimpse of the broken man behind this facade.

He's a man possessed, a man who has never known love or affection, and is now experiencing these emotions for the first time. He's intoxicated with this new high, the way you make him feel. He savors every second of it, as if he's afraid it could all go away.

With an intense look in his eyes, he leans down, his lips brushing against yours again. He kisses you deeply, passionately. "I want you... I need you... I need to be with you... All I want is you."

He's not used to expressing himself, not used to being so honest with his feelings. He's never felt so vulnerable, so on edge. His thumb grazes your bundle of nerves, intensifying the pleasure. "Relax. Relax and let me take care of you... I'll make sure you feel good, pet... just trust me…”

You nod your head, tears brimming in your eyes. "Trust you. Trust you so much. I'm yours, Sukuna. Always was, always will be..."

Your limbs are clinging to him like he's your lifeline, like he's the savior in the dark, when all he ever did was corrupt and ruin you. He destroyed you, broke you down into pieces, and put you back together with practiced precision to make you his perfect toy, making you depend on him and his touch.

"You are mine, little pet..." He whispers against your skin as if to remind you of your place, his words a low rumble in his chest. "You were... always mine. I want to hear you say my name... say it... Call me that stupid name again."

His hand moves with a natural ease as if he exactly knows what to do to your little body covered by his own like a safety blanket. He doesn't break eye contact, his fingers stroking over your sensitive spot again and again. He takes satisfaction in the way you react to his touch, how your body trembles, and twitches beneath him. He looks down at you, his eyes burning with an intensity that takes your breath away. His fingers continue to move, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.

He leans down, gently capturing your lower lip between his teeth, biting down on it. "Do you have any idea... how badly I want to just keep you... forever?"

He kisses you deeply, his fingers wrapping gently around your chin, tilting your head back to give him greater access to your lips. "Kuna~ want to come, please. Please, please, please." The nickname he demands is falling from your lips again without much thinking about it.

Your legs start to tremble, still tightly wrapped around his hips, and you're bucking desperately into his touch for more. His lips are on yours again, taking the little breath away, you are able to catch in your lungs. Your hands are gripping onto his shoulders tightly, breaking the kiss with a loud whimper, burying your face in the crook of his neck and biting down gently into his shoulder to keep yourself grounded somehow.

"Shhhh." He murmurs against your skin, his lips gently brushing against your shoulder. "It's okay... just relax... You don't have to beg anymore, pet... I know what you need... let me take care of you." His fingers move again, slowly and carefully, each touch filled with a careful tenderness and patience that you're not used to.

He can feel you close up around his fingers, the tightness making him groan against your skin just thinking about the way your wet cunt usually clings around his cock as he whispers. "I've got you... I've got you... relax.”

And then it happens, your body clenching down onto his fingers, spasming around them as you're falling over the edge into a deep pleasure. It feels different, unlike every other time he brought you to this point of ecstasy. It is hitting you in waves, and it doesn't seem to stop. You let out tiny whimpers, moans, and cries of his name. Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Kuna. Kuna, please. Master Sukuna, I-”

He watches you closely, an intensity filling him as he listens to your pleas, the feel of you clenching around his fingers, the sound of his name leaving your swollen lips. "Just let go... give in... I've got you." He murmurs, his words like a gentle caress, easing your worry and fear as he continues to move his fingers, bringing you right to the edge again.

You can't stop whimpering and moaning, crying out his name when he doesn't stop to move his fingers and brings you over the edge for a second time without giving you time to catch your breath. You can feel the tears running down your cheeks, but today they don't come from the humiliation and shame he usually inflicts on you and not from that delicious pain either but they come from the purest form of pleasure you have ever experienced in your life.

"You're so pretty like this, pet." His voice is low and husky as he speaks, his thumb rubbing against your clit. His fingers continue to move, gently coaxing you through the powerful waves of ecstasy that rock through your body. He slowly withdraws his fingers, slowly bringing them up and teasingly slipping them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits.

"Kuna~" When he withdraws his hand and takes his fingers into his mouth, tasting your release on his tongue, you are the one who lets out a strangled noise of need. Your hands are reaching out to him, desperately clutching onto his pants. "Need more. Want more, please. Need you…”

He looks at you with his eyes filled with an unfamiliar warmth and gentleness. "More?" He asks, his voice husky and low as he watches you squirm and writhe beneath him. “What a little greedy pet I've got... but you've been so good for me... I guess you deserve a little reward, huh?”

He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Your taste floods his senses, making him moan into the kiss as his fingers start to slip into your tight, wet heat once again.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, mixing with his own intoxicating taste and scent. When he slips his fingers inside again, you arch into him, your chests flush against each other. It was unexpected. You were sure he would take you for his own pleasure, now that you already got your release, but instead, he solely takes care of you once again.

You mewl, oversensitive from your previous two orgasms and as much as you love his touch, you can't help but try to wriggle out of his firm hold. "Kuna~. 's too much. 's too good." You breathe out the words in between kisses.

"Just let yourself feel good, pet. It's what you wanted, right? More?" He murmurs, your quick breath hot against his lips as he continues to kiss you. "I've got you."

His other hand slips under your back, supporting you against him and allowing you to ease yourself into it and keep you from wriggling away. "Tell me what you need... what you want..." He whispers, his voice deep and seductive in your ear.

His fingers continue to work, coaxing you back into that blissful place, your cries and moans growing more desperate as you cling to him. You can feel yourself on the edge again, the coil in your stomach tightening once again. You need him. You need to be connected to him in the most primal way possible.

"Want you. Want to feel you. Not your fingers. Need more. Kuna, please~!"

Your trembling fingers try to fumble with the zipper of his pants. Your legs are still twitching around his hips, your lips quivering from overwhelming pleasure, hands not being able to completely free him from the confines of his clothing because they're shaking too much.

"Need me?" He murmurs in your ear, a playful smile pulling his lips into a smirk as he watches you struggle with the zipper on his pants. "Is that so? Good thing I need you too, princess…” He whispers right in your ear, sending shivers through your body when a nickname so beautiful falls from his lips. His breath is hot against your skin as he continues.

"You just needed to ask..." He purrs, his hands retracting from your burning heat and coming to help you with the zipper.

"Can you please just take me? Like you always do? Need to feel you... Want you deep... Want to be yours..." Your teary eyes are trained on his every move when he slides his fingers out of you and opens up the zipper of his pants, discarding them to the floor.

Your breathing is ragged, coming in short gasps of air, and your eyes are hazy, clouded from lust. Your lips kiss swollen and red from all the intense kisses you shared. Your whole body is aching to be anchored to him.

"So needy..." He murmurs, his voice like velvet in your eardrums. "So eager... Good thing only I can give you exactly what you need..."

His words are a promise, a promise of ownership and possession that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm not going anywhere... Not without you..." You breathe out the words desperately with tears still running down your cheeks, and you think you might die if he's not immediately sheezing himself inside of you.

His hands come to caress your arms gently at first, his hands moving to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers with each other as he moves atop of you. "I'm here... I'm here. Breathe for me... breathe…”

When you feel him, just the way you wanted to, you let out a gasp. His perfect shape is filling you up completely, so deliciously like it always does. Your eyes go wide at the intrusion before they flutter close in pleasure, and you screw them shut tightly to accommodate. His hands are soothing, still intertwined with yours to reassure you and ground you, and you just breathe through the stretch, like he told you to.

His hands grip yours, holding you tightly as his lips brush against your temple, his voice a gentle rumble in his chest. "Just let yourself feel good. Let me take care of you, princess. I'll take care of everything... You don't have to think about anything. Nothing but this… Just feel me, feel me inside you... I'm right here... Right here... I'm not going anywhere..." He murmurs into your skin, his words a soft, low whisper against your ear.

Again, this is so unlike his usual self. Normally, he takes you how he wants with no regard for your feelings or capability to handle him, but tonight, he lets you adjust, slowly easing you into things before he starts moving. Your body relaxes against his, letting him in and making it easier to move more freely.

"Thank you.." Your voice is so quiet it's barely audible when you whisper those words out in a breath right next to his ear. You don't really know what you're grateful for, for him, for this reward he gifted you, for this moment... All your thoughts circling around him, all your senses finely attuned to him.

"Shhhh... no need to thank me. It's my job to take care of you..." He whispers, his words like a sinful melody as he slowly begins to move his hips, keeping a careful rhythm. "I promised you... I'd make you feel good..." His breath catches as he whispers in your ear, the feeling of you around him almost overwhelming.

He sets a slow and steady rhythm, building up an intense pleasure for the both of you. When he starts to increase the pace, rocking his body against yours and going deeper and deeper, you can feel yourself tightening up around him again, coming close to that blissful edge for another time that night.

"Kuna~? 'm close. Wanna come... Can I come?" Your kiss swollen lips are out in a small pout, your eyes begging him for permission because your mind is conditioned to him, to his orders, to not do anything against his will and you're not sure if you can even come without his permission anymore.

"Shhhhh... You don't have to ask for permission this time... You can come... just let yourself feel good. That's all that matters... And I've got you... I'll make you feel good." He murmurs against your ear, his voice a deep, husky rumble as he whispers reassurance, his words like a soothing balm that takes away all your worries.

He begins to move his hips faster, working you closer to that sweet release as his own pleasure builds.

You free one of your hands from his grip to grasp the bedsheets beneath you, and bury your face in the pillows to muffle your sounds. A few broken cries leave your lips as you start to drool into the sheets when you hit your orgasm. Sukuna's name is spilling from your lips like a mantra, and your legs lose their hold onto his hips, falling open against the mattress.

"That's it... that's my good pet..." His voice is like a melody, smooth and gentle as he encourages you, his words like a reassuring promise. "Just relax... and breathe... I'm right here..."

He slows down, giving you a chance to recover as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You're doing so good... I'm proud of you.” He whispers against your skin, his lips moving down to kiss the pulse point on your neck. "Do you want to stop? Or do you... want to feel even more?”

The thought of him stopping his movements, putting a halt to this moment right now, feels wrong, so wrong. He can't stop. You don't want him to stop. Not before you can feel him spilling his release into you. You need him to fill you up, make you completely his. You're tired and exhausted, but fight through it and lift your legs up, wrapping them around his hips again as a sign to continue.

"Don't stop. No stopping, please. Wanna continue. Wanna make you feel good, too. Need you to finish as well. Please use me, Master Sukuna.”

He looks down at you, his expression tender as he gazes down at you with that warm light shining in his eyes. "You really are my perfect little pet... Aren't you, pretty? Always so eager... so well-behaved..."

He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss, as he begins to move again, his pace slow, his movements tender and intense as he works to push you further towards another sweet release.

His hands come around to slide over the back of your thighs, stopping behind your knees and pushing them up to your chest. The new angle is deepening your connection further and makes you gasp out at the stretch. Again, you try to wriggle beneath him, not sure if you want to escape or buck into him for more. You look up at him through half lidded, teary eyes, and your whole body is moving along the mattress with each movement. Your hands hold onto his biceps, pressing your breasts together for a nice view and your nails dig into his skin.

"Are you... Are you close? I can't do this any longer... Feels too good... 's too much."

"Almost...... Almost there...... almost there." You can hear the hint of strain in his voice as he pushes his climax to the very edge. "Just a little longer... just keep on going...... Keep on going..." His movements become more intense and erratic as his climax nears. His arms press your legs even further into your chest, putting you into the meanest mating press, as he leans down to kiss you again.

When he leans down, you almost can't breathe with the way his body is crushing you, and your legs are pushed back beyond comfortable. By now, he is basically just grinding into you. The feeling so intimate it makes your head spin.

"Can't hold any longer, Kuna... Can I please come? Need release... Please~?" Your bodies are pressed together, your chest flush against his, and you swear you can feel his racing heartbeat matching the rhythm of your own. Your eyes are filled with tears, and your nails dig into his arms so tightly they almost draw blood.

"Come for me... come for me now... that's an order." He commands breathlessly, his eyes locked with yours. His voice sends shivers down your spine and a rush of pleasure through your body. "Come... now..." He whispers, and you can feel his words like a caress against your skin.

You don't even have a choice. Through the past months of pleasurable torture, he broke your whole body and soul, now trained to follow his every command. When the order leaves his mouth, you fall over the edge into ecstasy.

You come around him, hard, your release triggering his own, and his pace becomes erratic, almost animalistic. You can feel him filling you up to the brim, making you feel full and satisfied, your belly swelling up with how much he releases. As your bodies continue to move together, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Kuna~. Sukuna. Kuna, please~." You mewl his name into his mouth, again and again, completely lost in the feeling and the way your body twitches and spasms around him. "Love you. Love you so much, Master Sukuna.”

His arms wrap around your body tightly, pulling you even closer as your back arches off the mattress. "That's it... you're doing so... good..." He whispers into your skin, his voice tinged with pleasure and something else... affection, maybe?

After you two ride out the waves of pleasure, his body relaxes against yours, and your muscles go limp as the pleasure recedes. The only thing left is the aftermath of the pleasure and a deep contentedness. Your brain feels mushy, your ears ringing, and you can barely keep your eyes open. You're still twitching slightly, and your breathing is far from calming down after the intensity of the past hours. No coherent thought is left and he can see in your eyes, that he did a thorough job in fully satisfying you and leaving you fucked dumb. Your lips are slightly parted and drool starts to escape the corners of your mouth.

"There's that look... that look I love so much..." He murmurs into your ear, his voice husky and raw from his own pleasure. "So cute... so perfect... my pet... my beautiful princess..."

His hands move lower down your body, his fingers tracing over the curves of your hips and the soft swell of your stomach until he rests them there, as if staking his claim.

"Mine..." He whispers possessively.

He rests his hand on your abdomen for a few seconds, making you close your eyes at the feeling of his warm, sweaty palm against your skin. But then he starts pressing onto it, a gasp escaping your lips when his seed gushes out of you and down between your ass cheeks to pool onto the sheets. You're barely conscious now. The exhaustion is starting to take over, but you try to power through it. You know he wouldn't like you falling asleep right now, and you wanted to make him feel just as happy and satisfied as you are right now.

"What a mess you've made..." He murmurs, his eyes dark and possessive, his hands slowly trailing down your body to rest gently over your thighs as you cling to him. "That's a good look on you... I should keep you like this..."

He leans down, pressing his lips to your throat in a gentle gesture of affection. "My good, perfect little princess..." He whispers into your skin, his voice a deep, melodic purr that sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers travel along the skin of your thighs before carefully coming in between and shoving his seed, which's been leaking out, back into you, making you mewl out in overstimulation. Your hand wants to come up to his wrist to stop his actions but you think better of it at the last second because it's still drilled in, that you're not allowed to touch him without permission. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your face turning sideways to cry out into the pillows, and your hips are trying to buck away from his touch on instinct.

When you begin to protest, his grip on you grows firmer, the possessive tone in his voice deepening as he whispers into your ear. "Don't even think about it, pet. This is my mess, my claim to make... and you will accept what I give you.”

He murmurs a mix of praising words and your name possessively, his words sending shivers down your spine. "I'll make sure of that. I'll make sure you don't have any doubt about who you belong to.”

Your eyes are tearing up at his words. You don't want to take more. You don't know if you're able to take more, but your head is automatically nodding at his command, and his fingers pick up their pace again. You would never deny him anything. You couldn't even if you wanted to.

Usually, there rings a hint of anxiety with it, afraid of the consequences of not following his orders, but right now, after everything that happened tonight, you just want to be a good girl for him. You want him to do everything he wants to you, no matter what it is. At this moment, you think you would die for him. You would actually let him kill you. Just for him to be proud of you.

He can see the internal struggle in your expression, the way your body responds to his words. "Good... good... just let yourself feel good,... just feel me..." His voice is a soothing, deep rumble as he whispers into your skin, his words like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day. "No more thoughts. Just focus on this. On us."

His hands move with practiced precision, coaxing you toward that sweet, sweet release. His touches are gentle but insistent, like the touch of a lover instead of the rough, demanding touch you've come to expect.

You don't know for how long he kept going that night. He made you come multiple times on his fingers and on his dick. His release is gushing out of you and causing a white, creamy ring to form around his length while he takes you from one blissful high to the next. He's stuffing his seed back into you multiple times, making you taste yourself and him, making you tremble and cry and beg until the sheets are messy and soaked in both of your cum.

You tap out multiple times, the pleasure of his gentle caresses, the pain of overstimulation, and the exhaustion after a long day become too much before somewhere in the middle you lose consciousness. That didn't stop him from keeping going, taking everything he wants from you even when you're not conscious anymore to feel it. He needs it. He needs you, and just for tonight, he will relish and embrace this new feeling inside his chest.

[yeagersss]

Blind!Reader x Sukuna where he takes your small hands into his larger ones and gently guides them across his markings, letting you "see" him through touches.

Blind!Reader x Sukuna where he believes you will fear him after finding out what he is like. But you simply smile as you delicately trace his deformed face and extra limbs. You giggle when his stomach mouth flicks its tongue across your fingertips.

(NSFW) Blind!Reader x Sukuna where he is so, so gentle with you during sex, letting you hold onto him tightly as he guides his length in and out of you carefully. He does not dare to move faster until you tell him to.

(NSFW) Blind!Reader x Sukuna where he gruffly whispers into your ear in his deep voice that he has more markings he hasn't showed you before and you gasp when he takes your hand and traces your soft fingertips across the markings on the base and length of his cock(s). He chuckles at the way your face turns red.

Blind!Reader x Sukuna where he holds you close at night. His head resting against your chest while you run your hands across his hair. He will never, ever tire of your touch. It grounds him. It keeps him calm.

[kathy-ifnt]

True form sukuna (without mask cuz I wanted to see something XD )

PATREON

[airandyeah]

Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.1

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+

The small town was nothing special—just a handful of streets, a couple of diners, and one overpriced grocery store that barely stocked anything decent. You weren’t sure why you stopped here of all places, but it was the last bit of civilization before the endless stretch of dense forest took over. You had no real intention of staying long, just long enough to grab a coffee and maybe some supplies before heading back to your temporary cabin rental.

The bell above the café door jingled as you stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with something richer—something inherently Alpha. You rolled your shoulders, forcing yourself to ignore the way your instincts tensed in response. The last thing you needed was to deal with some overconfident Alpha trying to get too close.

The café was mostly empty, save for a couple of older locals chatting in the corner and—unfortunately—two men seated near the window.

You noticed them immediately.

One was broad and dark-haired, sitting back in his chair like he owned the whole damn place, his sharp green eyes dragging over you as if sizing you up. His aura was overwhelming, dangerous, the kind of Alpha who could break a person in half with those hands alone.

The other was just as bad—tall, pink-haired, covered in tattoos, his expression twisting into something wicked the moment he locked eyes with you. He leaned forward slightly, like a predator catching sight of prey, his smirk sharp enough to cut.

“Didn’t know we were expecting company, huh, Toji?” the pink-haired one mused, eyes never leaving you.

The dark-haired one—Toji, apparently—tilted his head, gaze heavy and unreadable. “Looks like the town finally got interesting.”

You clenched your jaw, fighting the heat creeping up your spine. Their scents were overwhelming, the sheer presence of two Alphas like them making your instincts stir against your better judgment.

You weren’t stupid—you knew their kind. The type of Alphas who took what they wanted, who didn’t take no for an answer.

And the way they were both looking at you? Like they had already decided you were theirs?

Yeah. Not happening.

You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to walk past them toward the counter without a second glance.

You had barely placed your order when you felt them move.

The air shifted, thick with their combined presence, and before you could even consider an escape, they were flanking you—one on either side.

"Didn’t mean to scare you off," the pink-haired one drawled, voice laced with amusement. "We don’t get a lot of pretty little Omegas wandering into town all alone."

You turned your head just enough to glare at him, refusing to acknowledge the way your heart kicked up at his proximity. Up close, he was even more devastating—lean muscle wrapped in inked skin, his eyes burning with something dark and hungry.

"I wasn’t scared," you shot back, voice steady despite the way your instincts were screaming at you to either run or submit. "Just uninterested."

The dark-haired one—Toji—let out a low chuckle, the sound deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. "That so?" he murmured, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Funny. You don’t smell uninterested."

Your fingers curled into fists. "What do you want?"

"Relax, sweetheart," Sukuna smirked, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. "Just being friendly. Figured we should introduce ourselves, since we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other."

"Doubtful," you muttered.

"Toji Fushiguro," the dark-haired one said smoothly, completely ignoring your resistance. "And this asshole is Sukuna. We live just outside of town."

"In a cozy little cabin," Sukuna added, his grin widening. "You should come by sometime. We’d show you a good time."

Your eye twitched. "Not happening."

Toji’s smirk only deepened. "We’ll see."

The way he said it made your stomach flip—because it wasn’t a question, wasn’t even a challenge. It was a promise.

The barista slid your coffee and a small paper bag across the counter, their eyes flickering between you and the two Alphas hovering far too close. You grabbed your order quickly, muttering a quiet "thanks," before turning on your heel, ready to leave.

But, of course, neither of them were willing to let you go that easily.

"Running off already?" Sukuna teased, shifting just enough to make you sidestep around him. His smirk was all sharp teeth, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes. "Thought we were just getting to know each other."

"Yeah," Toji added, his tone lazy but his gaze sharp as ever. "You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Bet we could make it worth your while."

You huffed, gripping your coffee cup a little tighter. "Not interested."

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, watching you like a predator watching its next meal. "You keep saying that, but your scent’s telling a different story."

Your steps faltered for half a second—barely noticeable, but they noticed.

Toji tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Cute how hard you’re fighting it."

Your teeth clenched as you willed yourself to keep walking. "I’m not fighting anything. You two are just unbearable."

Sukuna let out a mock-offended gasp, clutching his chest. "Ouch, sweetheart. You wound me."

You rolled your eyes and finally pushed past them, making a beeline for the door.

"You’ll come around," Toji called after you, voice filled with certainty.

"Don’t take too long," Sukuna added, grin audible in his tone. "We’re very patient men, but even we have limits."

You didn’t look back. ~~~ Walking back into town the next morning wasn’t planned.

It was supposed to be a quiet day, maybe spent exploring the woods a little or reading in peace. But, of course, your car had other ideas. The damn thing had sputtered, coughed, and promptly died a mile from your cabin, leaving you with no choice but to trek back into town under the early morning sun.

By the time you reached the small auto shop at the edge of town, you were already in a sour mood, muttering curses under your breath as you pushed open the door.

And then you saw them.

Sukuna and Toji, both standing by an old pickup truck, covered in grease and sweat, sleeves pushed up to their elbows as they worked under the hood.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Of course.

Toji was the first to notice you, wiping his hands off on a rag before leaning lazily against the truck. His sharp green eyes raked over you, that damn smirk already tugging at his lips.

"Well, well," he drawled, voice rich with amusement. "Didn’t expect to see you again so soon, sweetheart."

Sukuna lifted his head from under the hood, a smear of grease across his cheek, and grinned. "Guess you couldn’t stay away."

You exhaled sharply, forcing your expression into something neutral. "Don’t flatter yourselves. My car broke down."

Toji’s smirk widened. "That so?"

"Mm," Sukuna mused, rubbing his jaw like he was deep in thought. "Sounds like fate to me."

You rolled your eyes. "Or bad luck."

Sukuna chuckled, stepping closer, the scent of engine oil and Alpha heat making your instincts stir in a way you refused to acknowledge. "Either way, looks like you need some help."

"I don’t suppose there’s anyone else here who can fix a car?" you asked flatly, glancing around the mostly empty shop.

Toji tsked, shaking his head. "Now, that hurts. You think we’re not good with our hands?"

Sukuna grinned, licking his lips. "We’re real good with our hands, sweetheart."

You clenched your jaw, determined not to let them get to you. "Just fix my car."

Toji chuckled, tossing his rag aside. "You got it, Omega."

Your face heated, but you held your ground, arms crossed as you watched them.

This was not how you wanted to start your morning.

Fixing your car meant one thing you weren’t happy about—showing them where you were staying.

You let out a long sigh, rubbing your temple as the realization settled in. The only way they could fix the damn thing was if they saw it, which meant letting them follow you back to your cabin.

As if reading your reluctance, Toji slung an arm over Sukuna’s shoulder, smirking. "You look like you just swallowed something bitter, sweetheart."

Sukuna chuckled, wiping his hands off on an already dirty rag. "She’s probably pissed she has to let us into her little den." His crimson eyes gleamed as he tilted his head at you. "Don’t worry, Omega. We’ll be on our best behavior."

Somehow, you doubted that.

You inhaled slowly, schooling your expression. "Can you fix it or not?"

Toji made a show of stretching his arms above his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal more of that muscled stomach. You definitely weren’t looking. Not at all.

"Yeah, we can fix it," he said, grinning lazily. "But we’ll need to see it first."

You clenched your jaw, then turned sharply toward the door. "Fine. Just follow me."

As you stepped outside, the warm morning air did nothing to cool the heat simmering under your skin. This was a bad idea. Letting two cocky Alphas—who had already made their intentions painfully clear—anywhere near your space was practically asking for trouble.

The sound of heavy boots crunching against gravel followed behind you, their presence impossible to ignore.

"Hope you’ve got a nice place," Sukuna mused as they reached their truck. "Wouldn’t mind seeing what kind of nest a stubborn little Omega like you builds."

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "You’re fixing my car. That’s it."

Toji just chuckled, climbing into the driver’s seat while Sukuna slid into the passenger side. "Sure, sweetheart," he said, starting the engine. "Whatever you say." ~~~ You stood with your arms crossed as Sukuna wiped his hands off on a rag, looking far too pleased with himself despite the bad news. Toji leaned against the hood of your car, shaking his head.

"Looks like we need a part sent in," Toji said, voice calm but firm. "Fuel pump’s shot. Ain’t something we can just patch up."

You exhaled sharply, staring at your poor, lifeless car like you could will it back to life. "How long?"

Sukuna shrugged. "Depends on when the shop gets the part. Could be a few days, maybe a week."

Your stomach twisted at the thought. You weren’t planning on staying in town long, and now you were stuck—without a car and at the mercy of them.

"Great," you muttered under your breath.

Toji pushed off the car and pulled out his phone, glancing at you. "Here."

You blinked as he held it out. "What?"

"Put your number in."

You scoffed. "Why?"

Sukuna rolled his eyes. "So we can let you know when your part comes in, genius."

You hesitated, still suspicious, but you took his phone and quickly punched in your number before handing it back.

Toji smirked but didn’t say anything. Instead, he typed something, and a second later, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You didn’t have to check to know he’d sent you a text.

Sukuna held out his own phone next. "Mine too."

You sighed but repeated the process, handing it back as quickly as possible.

This time, Sukuna actually smiled—not his usual smug grin, but something softer. Something almost… genuine.

"Look," he said, slipping his phone into his pocket, "if you need to go anywhere, just call. We’ll drive you."

You blinked. No teasing. No smugness. Just a simple offer.

Toji nodded, arms crossed over his chest. "No strings. Just don’t want you walking everywhere like a dumbass."

You frowned, unsure how to respond. Accepting help from them felt like opening a door you weren’t sure you wanted to walk through. But at the same time… being stuck out here, alone, without a car? Not exactly ideal.

Finally, you sighed. "Fine. But only if I really need to."

Sukuna chuckled. "Sure, Omega. Whatever you say."

You shot him a glare, but this time, he didn’t push it.

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[actuallyvalerie]

Second one in anatomy practice bunny. You asked Sukuna to wear bunny suit and he decided to show that no suit will make him go easy on you~

[aurawrawr]

so cute <3

sukuna hates it when you're mad at him.

because, frankly, how dare you be mad at him? he does no wrong, so you have no right to be so upset with him for absolutely no reason.

okay, maybe you did have a reason, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

sukuna was no mere man, he was a curse for god's sake, a powerful king of an entire realm and a fierce being, he could slaughter you for even just looking at him funny if he wanted to.

and yet.

he couldn't find it in himself to do so, something about you was just so…unbelievably enslaving, like no other before — those measly concubines that he slaughtered couldn't compare to you in any sense.

you were simply a goddess in his eyes — his queen to be sat on his throne. his equal.

nobody was ever his equal, until you came along.

he doesn't know what you did to him, perhaps you put a hex on him that made him so infatuated with just the mere thought of you.

or perhaps, it was an emotion, something foreign to the king of curses yet prominently there.

an emotion…such as love…perhaps?

no, that's ridiculous. sukuna doesn't do love, you definitely put a hex on him.

he stands in your shared bedroom, looking like an awkward school boy (something he definitely isn't) as he contemplates how to get you to stop being angry with him.

“y/n.” he finally speaks, his voice stern and powerful, commanding attention, attention that you don't give to him, instead, you continue to focus on your book, completely ignoring his presence.

frustrated, he grunts. he hates it when you ignore him like that.

“petal.” he tries again, this time his voice softer and gentler and he's using the nickname that he knows makes you weak in the knees.

you stiffen and he can practically hear your heart flutter.

“what do you want, sukuna?” you speak, shutting your book with a loud thud as you look at him, your expression uninterested.

“no,” he says, shaking his head, “it's not sukuna to you, you know that.”

you roll your eyes, “you lost ryo privileges the moment you decided to put yourself in danger like that.”

“petal.” he coos, approaching you slowly and sitting on the edge of the bed near you, “nothing can kill me, you know that.”

“yes it can!” you exclaim, “you may think you're invincible but you're not sukuna, you may be the king of curses but that doesn't make you immortal, you can still die or get gravely injured!”

sukuna's heart breaks, or at least something close to it — the moment he sees the tears well up in your eyes and hears the concern in your voice, something inside him breaks.

you really, truly cared?

“oh, petal,” he coos softly, shuffling closer to you and cupping your face in his hand, wiping away a tear that falls with his thumb.

“i understand your…concern.” he speaks, his voice gentle, “but know that no matter the battles i fight, or the sorcerers who dare defy me, that i'll always come back to you — nothing will get in the way of having you in my arms.”

your eyes widen slightly at his uncharacteristically gentle and reassuring words and your heart flutters in your chest.

your lips wobble and tears fall freely from your eyes, “oh, ryo.” you sob, burying your face in his chest.

sukuna's eyes widen — he had gotten used to your touches and so called ‘cuddling’ yet having you sob in his chest was so…foreign to him.

nevertheless, his hand comes up unsurely to pat your back in a way one would assume comforting.

“i don't think i can bear the thought of losing you,” you say, sniffling as you pull away from him for a moment, looking at him with glassy eyes.

sukuna stares at you for a moment, and he gets the sickening heart flutter in his chest that he oh so hates so much, yet he’s unable to make it stop.

sukuna hates it when you're mad at him, but he hates it even more when you're crying because of him, so he makes it a point that as long as he's here, he'll never have you shed a tear, ever.

“and i don't think i can bear the thought of not coming back to you, petal.” he says, his hand coming up to grip the back of your neck gently, and his fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer to place a soft peck against your lips, so uncharacteristically soft.

sukuna is an asshole, an irredeemable one at that, but he'll never make you upset with him again.