#baby daddy sukuna x reader au

[peachsayshi]

// brutally soft // I.

baby daddy!sukuna x reader

tags: non curse au; fluff; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different | wc: 1,653 | read this for more context

note: I hope I got the honorifics right lol please correct me if I didn't

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

You didn’t think it was possible for a five year old to render you speechless, nor did you think she was capable of making your former lover blush the deepest shade of tomato red. You part your lips in surprise, stunned as you look down at her innocent expression. She’s sitting on your living room floor, her face perched on her palms with her elbows resting against the coffee table. Her wide eyes drift between you and Sukuna sitting on the sofa, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she tilts her head slightly out of intrigue.

“Mama?” She presses, begging for an answer.

Your mouth moves but no words come out. You’re trying to formulate a proper response that’s palatable for her, one that will be enough to subdue any further questions.

Except you’re not quite sure how to answer: “why don’t you and daddy ever kiss?” without making her pry even more into your history with her father.

Sukuna runs his large palms back and forth nervously over his thigh, the muscles on his inked forearms tensing up.

“We kiss,” you fib, because what else are you supposed to say, “of course we do!”

Your daughter’s face falters, and she quirks her brow as sassily as her father when they both mirror the same expression to look at you.

You glance back at Sukuna, giving him an awkward smile because at least you said something all the while he just sat there. 

“No, you don’t…” your daughter insists.

“Yeah, yeah that’s right…we do…of course, we do…” Sukuna pipes in with a mumble, finally catching on to your attempts as he reverts his attention on to his precious girl.

“I’ve never seen it,” she points out with a pout, scolding her father playfully in return.

“That’s because we don’t do it in front of you,” Sukuna remarks. “Besides, who wants to see their parents kiss?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, “all other mommies and daddies do it, except you guys. It makes no sense…”

She’s got the tiniest voice and the softest lisp, but her attitude is entirely her father. She’s bold and blunt, never afraid to say exactly what she’s thinking or to point the obvious.

“Oji-san kisses oba-san in front of Shiro…” she mumbles, dropping both her hands onto the coffee table and crumpling the paper that she is using to draw her little family portrait.

At the mention of his younger brother Sukuna can’t help but grimace. Yuji was incredibly affectionate towards his wife, wearing his heart on his sleeve entirely which just makes Sukuna grumble with annoyance. He’s always been a little envious of his younger brother, who never had to face the world as harshly as Sukuna. With an eleven year gap between them, Sukuna witnessed his parents becoming actual parents. They were young when they had him, and therefore had no clue what it took to raise or take care of a child. Sukuna was caught in the middle of their relationship for most of his childhood, all the while Yuji got to see the peaceful harmony once they finally made up.

“I’m just saying…” your daughter adds on, “…it’s weird.”

You breathe out a sigh in defeat, knowing full well that she won’t let go of the subject until she gets some consolation.

So incredibly stubborn just like her dad.

Without considering the repercussions, you reach your hand out and clutch Sukuna’s chin delicately between your fingers. You tilt his head towards you, noticing the slow register of your touch wash over his face as you lean up to kiss his cheek.

However, you misjudged your aim, because Sukuna tilted his head down in return, and you wound up leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth instead.

Your lips lingered for only a few seconds, three to be exact, before you retracted and turned towards your daughter.

“See?” You insist, holding onto Sukuna’s chin like it’s evidence between your fingers. “We kiss!”

Your daughter’s mouth forms into a line, clearly unimpressed. The older she’s getting the more she’s picking up on the little things that you guys were hiding so well.

But it’s still way too complicated, and you and Sukuna haven't even discussed how to approach this yet.

“I guess,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders, before returning to her drawing.

You didn’t even know that Sukuna has his focus still locked onto your lips tuntil you turn to look back at him.His gaze is soft, the muscles of his handsome features melting between your touch. There’s a hint of sorrow that twinkles in his eyes, and when you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth apologetically, you notice that you left a lipstick stain in your wake.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and carefully use your thumb to swipe over the mark.

But your heart seizes quickly, your spine growing still when Sukuna mildly inches forward like he’s about to go in for another kiss.

You remember what it was like to kiss him. He was an exceptionally good kisser, even though he probably doesn’t know it himself. You’ve spent hours losing time locked against those lips, allowing his tongue to taste every last drop of you.

There’s a twitch in your chest, everything around you going quiet. Heat pricks the back of your neck when his lips draw just a breath away from yours, and you swear to yourself that he grazed over your mouth with a featherlight touch.

But Sukuna stops suddenly, catching himself.

“Be right back,” he whispers, his voice dipping so low you can’t help but clench your thighs together.

He shoots up from his seat, detangling quickly as he brushes you off, and leaving you to stare aimlessly at his broad back and overbearing muscles. Your sofa suddenly appears a lot larger with all that free space.

You press both hands to your cheeks, licking your lips as the apprehension runs through you as a cold chill. You can’t even remember when was the last time you kissed the father of your child, but you didn’t think that such a small act would have such a lingering effect.

You thought you were over this. Over him. That chapter was closed a long, long time ago.

You look up at the cause of this unexpected interaction, your daughter’s short attention span keeping her focused on her doodle while she hums to herself.

Sukuna returns with his head held high a few minutes after, and plops down on the sofa with his weight prompting you to bounce lightly in place.

That’s when you felt it, a hint of cold hitting your brow like a tiny droplet of rain.

Your furrow your brows then notice that your Sukuna’s hair is actually damp, with little tears trickling down the back of his neck.

The tips of his ears are still burning red.

You part your lips in awe.

Sukuna is a master at making you blush. At making any woman blush, frankly. But you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen that reaction on him.

It stuns you how much it suits him, and surprises you even more of just how cute he looks trying to hide it.

“Daddy, can you help me?” Your daughter asks, finally focusing back on the two of you while her finger draws out an outline of what appears to be two arms.

“Whatever you want, Princess…” Sukuna responds, and obediently gets up from his seat.

He perches himself on the floor, the size difference between him and your little girl doing nothing to help the sudden hammering in your chest.

He’s so, so gentle with her.

She crawls onto his lap, holding the sheet of paper in her hand, before setting herself back up while sitting on his thighs.She points to the drawing with her index finger, “I don’t know how to draw your tattoos…”

Sukuna chuckles, a glimpse of his smile making you to scratch the warmth off the back of your neck.

He picks up a black pencil, “you’re a better artist than me, kid,” he states honestly, “not quite sure what I can do to help…”

She wraps her arms around his neck, leaving her dad to carry on the effort.

“I’ll explain the shapes and you draw it!” She says with a kiss to his cheek.

It’ll never cease to amaze you how easily he bends to her will. Sukuna had no interest in any of this, and was obstinate in every sense of the word. Nothing could turn that man into a docile cat except when it comes to your little girl. He’s present with her, this part of him just so different, and even after five years it still feels a tad unfamiliar.

There’s a slight tightness in your throat because this is all you wanted when you were together. After the break up and surprise pregnancy, you didn’t realize how hard he took it when you told him that you have zero expectations of him being involved in your daughter’s life. You were just informing him out of moral obligation, but something switched on inside him after that.

It may not have been for you, but he made that change for her, and seeing them together now, you recognize just how much that man loves his little girl.

That fact alone makes you undeniably happy.

So happy you wish you could give him a real kiss for it.

Your daughter moves to pat his head in gesture of a good job as Sukuna follows her instructions to the T, but her faces scrunches with disgust when she threads her fingers between his locks.

“Daddy, why is your hair wet?”

Sukuna brings his free hand to massage the back of her scalp, “Pay attention to the drawing, missy…and stop asking so many damn, I mean uh-darn questions…” he responds, leaving a kiss on her brow and doing everything in his power to make sure that he avoids looking back at you.

tag: @selarina @yuujispinkhair @blush-bambi @tojislittleprincesss

[kyutpudding]

I'm alive and during class kept thinking of sukuna am I delusional or is it fate

Imagine being sukuna's wife and yall be having twin boys (I'm obsessed with babyboys who are twins cuz they like they are absolutely adorbs)

Your boys would definitely be mama's good boy but papa's little demons. Sukuna would encourage and praise them when they say something sassy or like get into fights once they've reach the age, maybe around 16? But forget that let's talk about when your babies are still mini sukunas. Would totally make them an oc rather than any of the jjk characters.(what should I name our babyboys ^♡^ ?)

They're twins so of course they'd look THE EXACT SAME. Not like fraternal twins or any other twins, they're identical twins. THEY ARE LITERALLY THE SAME. Maybe their tiny little habits/characteristics that they develop would be different. But I bet you, one will be quiet/reserve but at the same time is unfriendly. Like babyboy No1 would ignore anyone who coos at him except for his mama ofcourse, he'd cuddle and cling our dear reader cause he's just a baby♡ while the other twin would be more expressive, sweet little fella only towards his mama he'd whine and cry for attention or when his dad bullies him but babyboy No2 would most probably glare or literally bite anyone who tries to touch him. (they're sukuna's mini copies, ofcourse they'll be mini sukuna but a bit of fluff in them). To sum it up, Twin 01 would be the calmest baby and Twin 02 would be the aggressive one. One thing they would share in common is that they give attitude to everyone but their parents.

Ugh I can't stop thinking about these scenarios.

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚

gangleader!sukuna x reader, modern au

tags: daddy kink, dirty talk, blowjob, sukuna speaks italian, petnames in italien translations: piccola - little one/baby principessa – princess che brava – (what a) good girl sei carina, lo sai? – you're cute, you know? ti piace, piccola? – you like it, little one? notes: minors dni wc: 3.6k

Life was tough. At least your life was.

Living alone in this day and age was expensive and to pay your student loans was almost impossible. Yes, you could go the easy route and just sell your body or some pictures but that really wasn’t your style. You weren’t going to turn your body into a product. So, when a man called Toji came up to you, asking how much you were worth for the night, you rejected him and asked if you could do something else that would earn you just as much money. The handsome man simply smirked before your criminal life started. Ever since then your job was to “exchange fake money with real money”. Money laundering.

And you did just that. Asking your friends to lend you money and giving them back fake money, returning products you bought with the fake money, asking people if they could change one bill for another. It worked. The last few months worked without any problems at all. This month however was an absolute nightmare. Not only did Toji give you way more money than usual, you were in the middle of exam season. You were running behind and Toji warned you that his boss, Sukuna, was not pleased with your current status. Well, it’s not like you could do anything about it anyway.

As the heavy front door creaked open, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, burdened with the weight of deadlines, exams and Toji’s constant warnings. Your footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway, each one a testament to the fatigue that settled deep within your bones. With heavy shoulders and a weary sigh, you dragged yourself through the threshold of your home, longing for the solace of your own space. The weight of your backpack seemed to increase with every step, a physical manifestation of the mental strain you had endured throughout the day. As you entered your room, the soft glow of your desk lamp provided a faint comfort, but even its warmth couldn't dispel the overwhelming sense of stress that enveloped you. Toji kept sending you messages, telling you to hurry up and wash the money. Another sigh fell from your lips as you let your backpack and jacket fall to the ground. The moment you turned around you started to scream – a stranger was sitting on your bed.

Sukuna, the embodiment of wrath and power, sat on the edge of the bed, his presence casting a palpable aura of danger in the room. Clad in a white shirt and black pants that hugged his form with menacing elegance, his usually composed demeanor was shattered by a seething anger that simmered just beneath the surface. The fabric strained against his muscles as if unable to contain the sheer force of his rage. With a clenched jaw and eyes ablaze with fury, he exuded an aura of dominance that commanded attention. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the tempest within him. Every breath he took seemed to echo with the promise of destruction, a silent warning to those who dared to cross him. Despite the veneer of sophistication his attire provided, there was no mistaking the primal wrath that pulsed through his veins, ready to unleash chaos upon any who dared provoke him.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Ain’t no way you’re talking to your leader like this, stupida.”

Realization hit instantly. This was what Toji was warning you from the whole time. It was Sukuna – the gang leader. You heard a lot of terrifying things about him. The name of Sukuna Ryomen struck terror into the hearts of all who dared to utter it. A gang leader with a penchant for unspeakable cruelty, his reign of terror was marked by a litany of horrifying deeds that stained the streets with blood and despair. From the depths of his depravity, tales whispered of Sukuna's penchant for gruesome displays of power — from the grisly dismemberment of rivals left as warnings, their mutilated remains strewn across the city like macabre ornaments, to the innocent lives snuffed out in acts of ruthless vengeance. His depraved appetite for control knew no bounds, his twisted machinations orchestrating a symphony of fear that echoed through the alleys and corridors of the urban labyrinth he ruled with an iron fist. Behind the facade of opulence and influence, Sukuna's true legacy lay in the shattered lives and haunted souls that bore witness to his reign of terror, forever scarred by the horrifying specter of his atrocities.

It was the first time that you actually saw him and it was the first time that you instantly got on your knees for a man. You knew you had to show your utmost respect to this man. “I am so sorry. I–I didn’t know. Please forgive me, Sukuna.”

A grin graced his face as he saw you submit to him so quickly. He loved that fear struck anyone who laid eyes upon him. On top of that: You were a beauty. However he could not just look over your lack of achievements. At first he was impressed by your work. You managed to wash all the money and not have a single cop suspicious of you, you were smart and didn’t tell a living soul about your connection to Sukuna’s gang. So, he decided to give you some more money, he was sure that you were able to handle it. You weren’t and you took none of Toji’s – his right hand – warnings seriously.

“You look good begging on your knees, piccola. You would have made way more money on the streets, you know?”, he snickered, Toji told him about your decision to never sell yourself. Sukuna respected that as long as you still somehow benefited him. “Toji warned you, didn’t he? You’re behind. Why are you fucking up my business, y/n?”

The flicker of a lighter cast an eerie glow upon his features, accentuating the cold calculation that lurked behind his piercing gaze. With practiced nonchalance, he retrieved a cigarette from its pack, his fingers deftly manipulating the slender cylinder with an air of arrogance. Ignoring the palpable tension that hung in the air like a shroud, he brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, a small ember igniting amidst the darkness. The sharp inhale of smoke filled the room, intertwining with your fear, a sinister dance that mirrored the power dynamics at play. In that moment, as the tendrils of smoke curled around him like malevolent serpents, Sukuna asserted his dominance with a single, calculated gesture, cementing his control over both the room and its trembling inhabitant.

“I–It’s just exam season…and I was given more than usual…I am really, from the bottom of my heart, sorry for everything.” You were frozen in the oppressive atmosphere of Sukuna's presence, your heart hammering in your chest like a caged bird desperate for escape. As he lit up a cigarette with an effortless display of power, you couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down your spine, your nerves alight with a cocktail of fear and anticipation. Your breath caught in your throat, caught between the instinct to flee and the inexplicable pull of his dominating presence. Despite the terror that coiled in the pit of your stomach, there was an undeniable undercurrent of arousal that stirred within you, a primal response to the sheer force of his authority. The way he commanded the room with effortless control sent a shiver of excitement coursing through your veins, igniting a fire of desire that burned beneath the surface of fear. In the face of his overwhelming dominance, you found yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your body betraying you with each racing heartbeat as you struggled to navigate the complex interplay of fear and desire that pulsed between you two.

Sukuna's gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced through your facade of fear with unnerving precision. In the flickering light of the room, his eyes seemed to strip away your defenses, laying bare the tangled web of emotions that churned within you. He could sense the trembling of your limbs, the rapid rise and fall of your chest betraying the fear that gripped you. But beneath that fear, there simmered something else — a raw, primal desire that pulsed with a rhythm all its own. With a predatory grin, Sukuna leaned in closer to your kneeling form, his voice a low, husky murmur that seemed to caress the very air around. "I can see right through you, piccola," he murmured, his words laden with a dangerous allure that sent a thrill coursing through your veins. "You can't hide that hunger from me." And in that moment, as the tension crackled between you like electricity, you realized that you were completely at his mercy, your desires laid bare for him to see.

As Sukuna's penetrating gaze lingered on you, you felt a flush of embarrassment spread across your cheeks like wildfire. Caught in the crosshairs of his scrutiny, you wished you could disappear into the shadows, away from the intensity of his knowing stare. The revelation of your hidden desire left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way you had never experienced before. Each beat of your heart seemed to echo the rhythm of your mortification, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to meet his eyes, you lowered your gaze to the ground, willing yourself to shrink away from the searing intensity of his presence. In that moment, you felt small and insignificant, your embarrassment a stark reminder of your own vulnerability in the face of his commanding dominance “Excuse me…?”

Sukuna leaned back again, a smug grin on his face “Come closer, principessa, kneel right in front of me.”

Every word was your command. Slowly you got closer. Sukuna lounged on the edge of the bed with an air of undeniable authority, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance that seemed to fill the room. Clad in sleek black pants, he exuded an aura of raw masculinity that was impossible to ignore. Before him, you knelt with a mixture of trepidation and submission, your eyes downcast as you awaited his next command. The tension between you crackled in the air like electricity, the space between you charged with unspoken desires and untamed passions. The balance of power shifted palpably, with Sukuna reigning supreme over his willing captive, your fates intertwined in the complex dance of dominance and submission.

With a gesture both possessive and tender, Sukuna's hand descended upon your head, his touch gentle yet commanding as he stroked your hair like a prized possession. His fingers traced the curve of your skull with an almost possessive reverence, eliciting a shiver of submission that coursed through your veins. In the silent exchange between you each caress was a silent affirmation of his dominance. With a soft, whispered command, he guided your head to rest upon his thigh, the weight of your submission a tangible presence that settled between. In this intimate tableau, you surrendered yourself completely to his will, your breath mingling with the fabric of his pants as you lay vulnerable and exposed before him, a willing captive to his every whim.

“Sei carina, lo sai? Look up at me with those big innocent eyes. Wanna seduce me, piccola?” As Sukuna's hand firmly grasped your head, a jolt of arousal surged through you, your pulse quickening with an intensity that matched the grip of his fingers. The sensation of his touch, commanding yet possessive, sent a thrill through, igniting a fire of desire that burned hotter with each passing moment. Caught in the vice-like grip of his hand, you felt a surge of excitement welling up within you, your breath hitching in your throat as you succumbed to the intoxicating power of his dominance. The boundaries between fear and desire blurred into nothingness, your body responding instinctively to his commanding presence with a hunger that you could scarcely contain.

“D–Did you just call me cute?”

“Is that all you have to say about it?”, With a deft motion, Sukuna's thumb traced the line of your cheek, his touch both possessive and tender as he caressed your skin with a commanding intimacy. As his thumb lingered at the corner of your lips, a surge of anticipation rippled through you, your breath catching in your throat at the tantalizing prospect of what was to come. With a boldness born of desire, you parted your lips ever so slightly, inviting him to delve deeper into the depths of your surrender. Without hesitation, Sukuna's thumb slipped past your lips, his touch igniting a symphony of sensations that danced upon your tongue. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and desire that left you dizzy with need. You surrendered yourself completely to his touch, you felt a primal connection forming between you, binding you together in a web of desire that defied all logic and reason. And as you savored the taste of him upon your lips, you knew that you belonged to him utterly and completely, your surrender a testament to the irresistible pull of his dominance.

With an air of unwavering confidence, Sukuna basked in your submission, relishing in the power he wielded over you. His gaze, smoldering with desire and dominance, held you captive, each glance a silent command that you willingly obeyed. As he felt you yield to his touch, a predatory smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his satisfaction evident in the way he savored your surrender. With a voice that dripped with authority, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he posed the question that hung between you like a tantalizing promise. “Che brava. Wanna make me feel good, piccola? Wanna taste something else?” he murmured, his words laced with a potent blend of desire and challenge.

With a silent nod, you affirmed your desire to delve deeper into the intoxicating dance of submission and dominance that bound you to Sukuna. Your breath hitched in anticipation as you watched him lean back with a self-assured grace, his movements deliberate as he reached for the buckle of his pants. The sound of leather against metal echoed in the hushed room, each click and slide a symphony of anticipation. With each movement, the air seemed to crackle with an electrifying tension, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy between you like a veil of desire. As he freed himself from the confines of his pants, a thrill of excitement surged through you. As you watched him bare himself before you, you knew that there was no turning back — you were his, body and soul, bound to him in a fiery embrace of passion and submission.

He was big. Bigger than you were used to. It was veiny, long, thick and circumcised. “Ti piace, piccola?” Him speaking Italian turned you on even more. It suited him – his aura, his appearance, his dominance.

With a mixture of trepidation and eagerness, you lowered yourself before Sukuna, your heart pounding in your chest with a heady mixture of anticipation and desire. As you met his gaze, you found yourself ensnared by the raw intensity of his eyes, their smoldering depths fueling the flames of your arousal. With trembling hands, you traced the contours of his thighs, your touch a silent prayer for permission as you inched closer to your purpose. And when you felt the heat of him against your lips, a thrill surged through you, your mouth watering with a hunger that mirrored the primal need that pulsed within your veins.

“Brava piccola.” With a commanding yet tender touch, Sukuna threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements with a firm guidance that left you breathless with desire. As you wrapped your lips around his cock, you savored the taste of him upon your tongue. With each eager suck and swirl of your tongue, you sought to please him, your own pleasure intertwined with the intoxicating thrill of his approval. 

As the heat of passion consumed you, Sukuna's dominance surged to the forefront, his grip on your hair tightening with a commanding force as he pushed your head down onto him with an urgency that bordered on ferocity. He started fucking your face, with each rough thrust, he plunged deeper into the depths of your mouth, his movements guided by an insatiable hunger. The air was thick with the heady scent of your shared arousal, the sound of your ragged breaths mingling with the wet, slick sounds of his cock going deep into your throat. In the depths of your submission your senses were overwhelmed by the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and pain.

“Hmm…fuck, you feel perfect, piccola. Was made to suck my cock. Look at you, taking it in so good.”

With each forceful thrust, Sukuna primal desire surged forth, his movements a testament to the raw intensity of his need. As he plunged deeper into your mouth, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your senses drowning in the overwhelming tide of sensation. The taste of him upon your tongue was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and passion that left you trembling with desire. Suddenly he pulled you off his cock, leaving you out of breath, your cheeks soaked with your tears.

You lowered your head, licking and sucking his balls as you started to jerk him off simultaneously. As you lavished attention upon him, your mouth and hands working in tandem to pleasure him, he unleashed a torrent of dirty whispers that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

“My good little girl.”

“You’ll make daddy cum, piccola.”

“Fuck, makes me want to make you mine, principessa.”

His voice, low and husky with desire, filled the air with a symphony of erotic promises, each word a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into the depths of the shared ecstasy. Your own desire surged to dizzying heights, your arousal palpable in the slick heat that pooled between your thighs.

As the crescendo of pleasure reached its peak, Sukuna's primal instincts surged forth, his release imminent and inevitable. With a guttural groan of satisfaction, he surrendered himself to the relentless tide of ecstasy, his body tensing with the force of his climax. In a torrent of raw passion, he came, his hot seed spilling forth, coating your face with its warmth. You gasped in surprise and ecstasy as you felt him release, your skin bathed in the sticky warmth of his essence. And as you looked up at him with eyes glazed with desire, you knew that in that moment, you had become a vessel for his pleasure, your own desires subservient to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

As Sukuna beheld the aftermath of his release, a smug grin spread across his lips, his satisfaction evident in the arrogant tilt of his chin. With a sense of ownership that bordered on arrogance, he surveyed you before him, your face adorned with the evidence of his dominance. His gaze lingered on the trails of his cum that glistened upon your skin, a testament to the primal power he wielded over you. With a low chuckle that reverberated through the room, he voiced his approval, relishing in the sight of his essence decorating your face like a badge of honor.

“Suits you, piccola. You look pretty with my cum all over your slutty face. Should take a picture as blackmail material.” For Sukuna, there was no greater pleasure than seeing his cum adorning your face, a physical manifestation of his power and control over you. He gazed upon you with a possessive gleam in his eyes, he knew that he had claimed you completely, body and soul, in a fiery embrace of dominance and submission.

With a swift and fluid motion, Sukuna straightened himself, the clink of his belt buckle punctuating the air as he secured it with a confident flick of his wrist. His movements were calculated and precise, every gesture a testament to the unwavering confidence that defined his persona. As he stood before you, your gaze lingered on him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his commanding presence. With a final glance, he bestowed upon you a smug smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over you.

“Would love to fuck your sweet lil’ pussy right now but I still have some business to attend to, piccola. By the way, you have two more weeks for that money. Next time around it won’t end this way.”

Without another word, Sukuna turned on his heel and made his way toward the door, his steps echoing in the quiet room with a sense of finality. His departure left a palpable void in his wake, a reminder of the fleeting nature of their passionate encounter. And as he disappeared into the shadows, you left alone with your thoughts, your body still humming with the remnants of the pleasure you gave him. You knew that you would forever be under his spell, your desires forever entwined with his in a web of lust and submission. Though you did wish that he would have did something to you.

Just when you decided to play with yourself you heard your phone ring – a message from an unknown number.

Ciao piccola, wait for daddy. I’ll be back in two hours. I want your pussy to be soaking wet.

[rinhaler]

I Should Just Walk Away !

His knuckles are split, what are you meant to do? Not tend his wounds? Someone’s gotta do it! It doesn’t mean you’re going to fuck him again. No way.

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ underground fighter!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

Genre: porn with a plot (and a sprinkle of angst?) Notes: I'm gonna make a masterlist and stuff bc I love this au but I'm lazy pls bear with me! ♡ Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, blood ♡, wound care, daddy!kink, size difference ♡, age gap, degradation, fingering, tit sucking ♡, slight edging?, dacryphilia, m+f masturbation, car sex ♡, vaginal sex, creampie ♡, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, kid), mutual pining ♡, angst??, calls ur pussy she/her ♡, (lmk if i missed any!!) Words: 8k

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Even after proclamations of love for each other, the rest of the ride home is silent and uncomfortable. In hindsight, it might not have been the best decision to divulge the truth of your tryst with Sukuna to your little brother.

You could try to reassure him. But what would be the point? You’re only a few years older than him, yet somehow, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a teenager. When you were Megumi’s age, though, you had parents.

They were alive.

Sure, you were somewhat rebellious but you behaved for the most part. You studied, worked hard, steered clear of ‘bad’ boys. And, as Sukuna so elegantly put it, you’re a ‘snooty doctor’. You’re thankful for that, because without that salary you’d never be able to afford subsidising your brother.

You had your parents.

But you’re all Megumi has.

It’s a little unsettling how quiet he’s actually being. You were bickering not too long ago, you’re taken aback that he seems to have no desire to continue. A fleeting thought that he might be trying to punish you enters your mind.

Your head snaps a few times to look at him, though he doesn’t do the same. There’s a little grimace on his face as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

It’s disgust.

“Are we okay?” you wonder, and the way it leaves your lips in a warble must be pathetic for your brother to hear. He scoffs immediately after, still outright refusing to say another word. You make sure to keep an eye on the road, though your gaze can’t help but wander towards your sibling when you get a chance. “I’m just going to make sure he’s patched up properly, okay? He’s not staying the night.”

“As if that matters.” he rolls his eyes.

It should matter. You don’t know what he means, and you don’t dare ask him to elaborate. There’s no reason for you to be scared of a seventeen-year-old. You aren’t. You’re more afraid of disappointing him.

“Megumi…” you take a breath. “It’s late. I think we should talk properly tomorrow.”

He takes a breath not too dissimilar to yours, you aren’t sure if it’s inherited or if it’s a habit he’s picked up from you. Is he mocking you? He doesn’t say much more, shrugging his shoulders is an answer all on its own. And still, it makes your heart twist as anxiety pierces through it like a stake.

“Fine.”

“Really?!” you bark out unintentionally. Maybe he’s more mature than you’ve given him credit for, because agreeing to talk properly is the last thing you expected. Your eyebrows knot briefly, and you look at him again when you reach a red light. “Are you fucking with me? You’re not serious, are you? You’re gonna sneak out in the morning and I won’t see you until—”

“I said fine. Didn’t I?” he grunts. “At least be quiet when you fuck him if you insist on lecturing me in the morning.”

“I’m not doing it again, I told you.” you assure him. “It was a stupid mistake and I regret it but I just wanna make sure his hand is okay. And then I’ll tell him to leave. I promise.”

“Should prob’ly tell him that, ‘cause he won’t stick around once he realises.” you both find yourselves looking in the rearview mirror at the man following behind you at a distance before quickly averting your eyes. “Don’t make promises you’re not gonna keep. You sound like my dad.”

“Ouch, babe. Noted.” you laugh a little despite being genuinely offended.

The rest of the journey is completed with your brain on auto-pilot. You aren’t even sure how you made it home without crashing once you realise you’ve parked perfectly in the driveway.

Megumi snatches your purse and ducks out of the car, making a beeline for the front door. You watch him as you allow your head to gently thud against the headrest behind you; he’s frantically looking for the house keys so he can shield himself from any possible sighting of you and his boss together.

He drops your purse on the ground with little care once he finds what he’s looking for, and you’re startled when you hear a knuckle lightly rap against your window.

“Nice place, princess.” he speaks, though it’s slightly muffled by the closed window.

“Stop calling me—”

“Oi. Pick up the purse.” Sukuna warns your little brother before he can hide indoors.

He looks over his shoulder at you both before slowly crouching down to pick it up. He grips it tight before finally disappearing.

Sukuna gives you room to breathe before offering a hand to help you out. Like you’ve never gotten out of your car before. Instead of taking it, you stare. You stare at his obscenely large hand and can’t help but remember his fingers had been inside of you mere moments ago.

You smile, as politely as you can, before hurriedly chasing after your brother.

He saunters after you with a lazy smirk playing on his features. You only see it when you remember you’d forgotten to lock your car. The sound of his Mercedes locking is a deafening reminder.

You enter your home; he hadn’t even bothered to turn a single light on as he charged straight towards the kitchen. You’d expected him to have locked himself in his bedroom by now. But instead, his silhouette is illuminated by the light emanating from the open fridge.

He grunts when you switch on the living room light, looking at you like a raccoon caught going through the trash as he chomps down on the cereal you’d bought on the way home from work.

“Can you get the first aid kit from the cupboard?” you ask him as you take off your coat and throw it down over the back of the couch. “You shouldn’t be eating so late, y’know.”

“I’m starving. I didn’t eat today, ‘m a growing boy, y’know.” he counters. He moves to look through each and every cupboard. He looks at you and shrugs before continuing to eat.

Your eyes are both directed to the sound of a gently closing door. You half smile at Sukuna as he enters before you look at your brother again in contemplation.

“Oh I moved it to the bathroom ‘cause we never use it.” you sigh as you make your way there. “You can finish eating in your room if you want.”

“Tryna get me out the way?” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, I don’t wanna stick around here anyway.” he side eyes Sukuna as he walks with his bowl towards his room.

You don’t see the amused grin he offers your little brother while you retrieve the first aid kit.

If you had, you’re sure you would have sent him home too.

“Sorry,” you groan, setting the kit down on the coffee table. You stand with your hands on your hips as you stare at him. It’s dawning on you, now, regardless of how exhausted you are. You’ve let a man you barely know into your home. A man older and stronger than you’d ever hope to be. You’ve welcomed a criminal into the space that is meant to be the safest for your little brother.

“I’m not gonna kill ya, sweetheart.” he cuts through your thoughts as if he can read your mind. It makes your heart race, though your face remains stoic as you try and disguise your evident worry. “Last thing I wanna do is scare you, though. I’ll go if you’re—”

“No, it’s fine.” you interject. “I’m tired, though. I’m gonna get changed because I wanna go straight to sleep after this, okay? You’re not staying.”

“Shame, I had fun.” he grins, circling the couch before sinking into it. His body is angled towards you while his eye looks you up and down with purpose. “Get comfy, I’ll be right here waiting for you, darlin’.”

Even someone as headstrong as you can’t deny how giddy he makes you. You walk backwards, unable to take your eyes off him before you eventually find your bedroom. Everything he says is so intentional, it’s almost vindictive. Like he knows just what to say to have you weak at the knees for him.

But this isn’t you.

You’ve never been the type to fall for a man’s alleged charm quite so easily. But you also didn’t think you were the type of person to fuck a stranger. He isn’t exactly a stranger, though.

He’s Megumi’s boss.

“Stop calling him that.” you whisper to yourself as you try and break yourself out of your spiralling train of thought.

You dress yourself in the most unflattering pyjamas you can find, wearing them with the full expectation of turning Sukuna off of you. He can’t possibly still be angling to fuck again when he sees you in mismatched pyjamas, complete with aged holes and stains from that one spaghetti night you and Megumi attempted.

There’s a feeble attempt made at wiping your makeup off, although you barely try. Your smile is almost blinding as you look at what a mess you are. The panda eyes from your smeared eyeliner and mascara enhance your sunken eyebags. Your eyeshadow glitters across the bridge of your nose and into your hairline beside your temples. Your pretty lipstick that you’d lined so perfectly is half removed while the other half is smudged down your chin.

You emerge from your bedroom with a confidence you only ever experience when you’re at home in your comfiest clothes. Despite your appearance, and even despite your company, you’re so content.

His eyes squint as he looks at your face, and even still, he’s smiling. He chuckles softly as you get closer to him, sitting beside him as you open the first aid kit.

“You look way prettier like this, princess.” he tells you, folding his arms across his chest as he continues to stare.

“Ah! Really? You think I look prettier?” you ask sarcastically.

“No, you look awful.” he laughs. “Is this all for my benefit? I still want to fuck you, admirable attempt though.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes as he laughs a little more, and you force yourself to frown when you realise his laughter is contagious. Everything he does is so effortless; you can’t remember the last time you genuinely smiled so hard it hurt your cheeks.

His eye fixates on you as you begin to look through your little first aid kit and pick a few things to use on his knuckles.

“I’m sure you could have done this yourself,” you start as you pick up a packet of antiseptic wipes and begin to clear the blood surrounding his knuckles. “Could have gone to a walk-in place if you were really worried.”

“Of course I could. Been doing this for years, did you really believe I don’t have my own first aid kit?” he asks. “I wanted you to do it.” he confesses, though he’s no longer smiling. You don’t stop wiping away the combination of wet and crusted over blood on his hand, though you can’t help but stare back at him.

Is he trying to scare you?

“You’re unbelievable.” you tell him, quietly.

“It’s hard to do it with one hand, sweetheart. And you’re a professional, I’d have to be an idiot to do it myself.”

You look away, only to pour rubbing alcohol onto a clean wipe. He can’t help but be transfixed as he watches you, admiring how your dainty little hands are so delicate with the equipment. How your face appears so irritated as you perform tedious tasks such as this, but you do it regardless, and he thinks it’s sweet.

“You should be on my payroll,” he finally smiles again. “My private doctor.”

“No.” you shut him down.

“I forgot how stuck up you are. I thought you’d at least be fununtil tomorrow.”

“Be grateful I’m doing this at all.” you reply with ease. All enjoyment and giddiness over his company seems to be a distant memory as you recall the type of man he actually is. You’re grouchy and exhausted, and he’s testing your patience. “I don’t like you and I don’t like what you do. And I hate that you’re involving Megumi.”

“Lighten. Up.” he warns you.

You press the wipe quickly into his cuts, and you can’t help but smile as he winces from the abrupt stinging pain. You laugh harder as he tries to downplay it. His expression becomes unreadable as he tries to appear detached. You can see it in his visible eye, though. It’s watering.

He can’t help but break at the sound of your laughter, however, as you continue to snicker whilst rummaging through for a roll of gauze to wrap around his knuckles.

“I usually don’t crack when I do that myself. You wanted it to hurt.” he smirks, shaking his head.

“Guilty.” you continue to giggle as you face him again.

He doesn’t say another word as he watches you wrap a thick enough layer of bandages around his bloody knuckles. The somewhat shallow lacerations seem to cause slight discomfort despite being taken care of. You watch him, purposefully, as he flexes his fingers a few times to test how it feels.

You aren’t sure if he knows you’re staring, but his guard seems down. It could be an act to disarm you, but you aren’t convinced he’s a good enough actor to pull it off. The genuine curiosity and intrigue on his face due to your handiwork makes you feel off. Is he judging your ability to provide proper care?

It’s not like you wanted to.

But you both know that’s a lie.

He grins when he finally notices you staring at him. And that makes you relax. You were right, he was genuinely lost in thought despite being in your presence.

“You should go now,” you say quietly. You angle your body to rest your arm over the back of the couch, your balled fist supporting your head as you begin to yawn. “I’m tired.”

“Sure.” he nods, moving to stand before relaxing into the soft seating. “I need your number.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, ya need to give it to me sweetheart,” he smirks, mirroring your body language. “Need it so I can tell you when I wanna see you again.”

You scoff, shaking your head defiantly at his bold claim. The thought of him clicking his fingers for you to come running like a loyal lap dog is almost enough to make you gag. You’d slap him if it wasn’t so late, you’re too tired and you don’t want to cause a fuss for Megumi or your neighbours.

“You’re never gonna see me again,” you smile, biting your lip as you look him up and down. “And you’re not seeing Megumi, either. He’s done with your little fight club. And I’m done with you, period.”

“Aren’t you meant to be smart? Concerning that a doctor could be so naïve.” he squints slightly as he regards you, looking you up and down as you had him. You’re so sure of yourself, he can’t help but wonder if you’ve forgotten about your current appearance. “I’ll be seein’ you both again. Megumi isn’t quitting. And I like you, and I’m not the type of man to give up things I like.”

“Tough shit,” you laugh lightly. “You’re gonna have to find another poor woman to pester. I’ve got enough going on without dealing with a loser like you.”

“A loser? Really?” he chortles. “You were moaning on my dick and calling me daddy earlier. Now I’m a loser?”

“Shut up.”

He leans in close to you, noses almost touching and his smile widens further as he sees how glittery your face is from your poor makeup removal. “Are you only going to be nice to me when I fuck that brat out of you?”

You turn your head away, your heart racing as your body betrays you. The want and desire bubbles in the pit of your stomach. But you can’t. You know you can’t; because you promised.

He isn’t special.

Sukuna is not special.

“You’re not fucking anything out of me.” you tell him, peering out of the corner of your eye to see him look a little surprised at your declaration. He thought you were playing hard to get. You aren’t playing. “It was a one-time thing.”

“Really?” he asks, barely missing a beat as he responds. “I don’t understand you. I thought—”

“Of course you don’t understand me. You’ve known me for a few hours. Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t mean you know me.” you remind him. And he nods, he agrees with you. He’d be a fool not to, and the man is no fool. “It was just a heat of the moment mistake. I mean it. I don’t want to see you again and I’m not letting Megumi fight anymore.”

“Why?”

“Why?” you scoff. “He’s a child. It’s dangerous. I don’t want him—”

“No, sweetheart. I’m not stupid, I know why you don’t want him to fight anymore. Do I look like a moron to you?” he asks, voice gruff and harsh as he interrupts without a care. His temper is visible and rising as he begins to run out of patience for your attitude with him. “Why don’t you want to see me?”

“Because you’re shady and I don’t want to upset my brother. He’s already upset, I don’t want to make it worse.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Excuse m—”

“That’s a reason why Megumi doesn’t want you to see me. Yeah I’m a little shady, but you like me. I know you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have let me come over here, see where and how you live, and tend my wounds like a good girl.” he sneers.

“Fine. I don’t like you and I don’t want to have a platonic relationship with a criminal. Let alone a romantic one. What happened earlier was a mistake.”

“… You’re lying.” he says, and it’s curt. You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head with an amused laugh as you digest his denial. How he can sit there and act so full of himself when you’re being perfectly clear is beyond you. It’s jarring.

You jolt as you feel thick fingers lightly grip your jaw. Your wandering gaze is now brought to him. Your eyes forced to fixate on the placid expression plastered across chiselled features.

“I see you, princess. You don’t wanna see me because you want to get mixed up with a criminal, and you’re scared of that. I see you.”

You stare at him, licking your lips not so discreetly as he continues to cradle your jaw. His lips curl at the sight of the little pink muscle slipping between your lips to wet them. You’re angry. Furious at yourself for letting him touch you, hold you, like this. And you hate yourself, right now. Maybe even more than you hate him, too.

Because he’s right.

Your lack of action gives him cause to stare down at your shimmering lips, it’s a warning. A silent announcement for what he’s about to do. He doesn’t let go, but his head tilts. He leans in closer to you, daring to give you what you both know you want.

And again, he’s thwarted.

You turn away, unable to look at him right after this time.

“… You should go, now.” you tell him.

He sighs, but pulls away. You almost mewl as his thumb softly swipes across your chin. And when he withdraws it, you feel your body fill with loneliness. Your skin feels colder.

And it hurts, because he’s on the right track. You’re pushing him away because of Megumi. But deep down, as much as you crave him right now, you know it’s the right thing to do. You jolt a little as he abruptly stands up from the couch, the breeze from his movement makes you freeze.

He sees it.

“Go to bed, you’ll warm up.” he says bluntly before making his way towards the front door. He stops as he grabs the handle, holding up his bloodied knuckles. “Thank you, for the first aid.”

“It’s… it’s fine. No problem. Goodnight, S-Sukuna.” you say, cursing yourself for the audible whine in your words despite your attempted conviction. You watch him as he grabs the handle before turning to face you again.

“Come with me.” he tells you, curling the tip of his index finger. “I need to give you something, don’t argue. For once.” he demands.

You’re compelled to follow, in spite of his demeaning way of summoning you. You truly don’t want him to leave, you don’t want him to go, so any extra time you can spend with him, you’ll take.

He walks ahead of you, leaving you shivering in the doorway as you try and preserve any warmth you can. He opens the door to his car and turns around, a little bewildered that you aren’t right behind him. It makes you giggle to see him look around in search of you before he finally spots you still at the front door.

“Come here.”

You close the door and rush to his side, quickly looking back to make sure Megumi isn’t looking for you. He rests his arm atop the roof of his Mercedes, before holding out a small piece of paper between his fingers to you.

It’s a business card.

“What kind of thug needs a business card?” you ask before you even think about what you’re saying. He scoffs, squinting at you.

“You’ve only fucked me once, you don’t know me.” he smirks. And at that, you can’t help but laugh. “What you said… makes it seem like we’ll learn more about each other if we keep fucking.”

“I don’t want to know you, Sukuna.” you sigh, reluctant to keep up the charade. Reluctant to keep pretending he doesn’t excite you. To keep pretending the few hours you’ve spent with him haven’t been the liveliest your life has been in years. Maybe ever, really. “I can’t be selfish, you don’t get it.”

“You’d be surprised.” he says, abruptly. “Why did you follow me out here if you don’t want to know me?”

“Because you asked me to, you said you wanted to give me something…”

“You could have said no. Do you always do what people tell you? You wanted to. I wanted you to. And now you’re here, you have my number. If you want to be selfish… you know where I am.”

“I don’t—” you sigh, shivering aggressively before you push his card back into his chest. “I don’t need this.”

He grabs your wrist hellbent on sending you away with this one little piece of the puzzle of his life. A way to talk to him again if you change your mind. He’s giving you access, he wants you to take it, desperately.

He crouches down, levelling his head with your own so his one, uncovered eye is levelled with yours. He can’t help but smile, it’s almost maniacal, as he watches your resolve falter under his glare.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, kid.” he grins. “And you’re not all that smart, for a doctor.”

Your face burns with heat. And you can’t tell if it’s rage or lust. Do you want to kiss him or kill him? You don’t know, you don’t know. His smile grows wider as he realises what he’s done to you. Your faces are so close to each other and this time you can’t will yourself to turn away. You can’t submit, not after this.

“I’m smarter than you.” is all you can think to say. It feels pathetic and phoned in. And he reads it, too, by the ever-growing look of amusement on his face.

“I don’t doubt that.” he nods. “What’s got you all hot ‘n bothered, hm? ‘Cause I called you a dumb li’l doctor? Or ‘cause daddy, called you kid?”

You feel your face sear further. So much so you can even detect each and every drop of sweat beading at your hairline. You’d forgotten it was freezing outside, instead trying to find a way to subtly cool yourself.

“You d-didn’t even call me dumb. I’m not.” you say, stuttering over yourself like a true idiot as you try and gain some semblance of composure through this agonising conversation.

He closes the already small distance between you, placing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you towards him. Your eyes flutter closed under his as he examines you. His head tilting and turning, forcing himself in your line of view.

“I am learning more about you. Should we fuck about it, sweetheart?”

“What are you—”

“Do I remind you of your old man, hah? I bet that’s it… was daddy never proud of you?” he chuckles darkly, carding his fingers through your hair as he stares down at you. “S’that why you like me, darlin?”

“Shut up.” you respond, voice meek and pathetic as you wrestle with your will and want. His fingers lace through your hair, delicately holding the crown of your head before you find yourself being pulled closer still. His lips ghost yours, and he’s a tease. He’s such a fucking tease.

“Got a thing for older guys who talk to you like shit… I see it. Get too much respect at your little doctor job all day. Do you like being talked down to, hm? No wonder you like a thug like me.”

“You don’t know what you’re— You d-don’t even know.”

“Yeah? I don’t?” he asks, his tone melodious and teasing. His head tilts back, the feel of his lips intensely teasing yours soon broken as he does. But you look up to him, eyes full of anguish and sorrow like a kicked puppy who doesn’t know what it wants. You hate him and the reason is clear.

You don’t hate him at all.

You just hate that he’s right.

“I think I’m right. I think you’ve got daddy issues, and you like it when I call you kid.” you turn away as he speaks. But almost as quickly as you do, he’s forcing you to look at him again. His ruby eye flaring, an expression all of its own. A warning, a look of command. A look of lust. “Am I right, baby? Is your little cunt soaked ‘cause I call you kid?”

“… I have to go.” you say, quietly.

“Sure.” he smirks.

A sense of déjà vu overwhelms you as you recognise in his smile that you’ve done this dance before. You can’t move and you can’t speak. There is no desire in you to leave him now and return to your home, your bed, like you should.

All you can do is stare. Your eyes fixated on the man who has just read you like a book. His amused expression doesn’t falter. He’s patient, surprisingly. You wouldn’t have painted him as a man with patience. But looking at him now, you know he’d be willing to wait all night if he had to. He’d wait for the sun to rise just to prove a point.

But he doesn’t need to.

You lunge forward, your hand cupping his face as you break the boiling tension between you and seal your acceptance with a scalding kiss.

He won.

He told you before, he doesn’t lose.

Your lips suctioning and pecking at his would make you embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. He welcomes it, too, meeting yours with just as much urgency. He wraps his arms around your back as you slip your tongue between his lips, allowing them to tangle and swirl in a passionate encounter.

He chuckles into it as you curse. Curse him, curse his name. You can’t believe he’s reduced you to this, again. Your heart heaves in your chest, and you break away just to instruct him.

“Open the fucking back door.”

He laughs again, keeping hold of you as he guides you in a way he can carry on kissing you and still do as he’s told. He ducks in first, pulling you in with him right after. You grind your hips against his heavy bulge as he closes the door after you. He looks up to admire you, to adore you.

“You smeared your makeup like a fucking idiot so I wouldn’t fuck you,” he laughs. “And look at you, humping my cock like a desperate little pet.”

“Shiiiit, I forgot I’m a mess.” you sigh, though you don’t really care. You wrap your arms around his neck, keening as his heavy palms grip your thighs press you flush against his body. “This is the last time. I m-mean it.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” he says, smugly.

You dismiss it, too enamoured by the feeling of his bulge alone as you continue to grind down hard and purposefully onto him. He’s relaxed, allowing you to take the lead and go at your own pace.

It’s embarrassing, really, you’re not as experienced as he seems to be. He’s older. And you hate to admit it, wiser. When it comes to encounters such as this, anyway. You’re smart and well read, sure, but casual hook ups are foreign to you.

You’ll keep that to yourself for as long as you can, you can’t think of anything worse than giving Sukuna that little tidbit of information about you. That he is only the third guy you’ve fucked.

He hit the nail on the head back at the club, but you can’t let him know that.

“Let me feel.” he mutters. His hand holds your hip to keep you in place. Another snakes down into your sleep shorts, his mouth falls open with an amused chuckle as he touches you. “Still full’a me, baby. Bet I’ll slide right in.”

His fingers play with your pussy without any real goal. And still, it makes you delirious. He smears the evidence of your previous tryst around your folds, and he watches with conviction as his fingers circle your clit.

He withdraws them, briefly, to move your shorts into the crease of your thigh. You watch him, and he doesn’t take his eye off you, either. Your lower lip droops as you admire him. Truthfully, you’ve never been in the presence of someone so domineering as him. He is the true definition of a red-blooded male.

Sukuna is huge. In the literal sense, he is unnaturally tall. His build is enormous, his hand is larger than your face. But his aura alone is enough to fill an entire room with an ambience that he sees fit. He could instil fear into the minds of men just because he wills it.

Unfortunately for you, you are not immune to his will.

“You’re so pent up darlin’, you must work hard. Y’need to relax… no wonder you can’t keep your hands off me.” he says. It could be read as demeaning. You think it should be. And yet, you don’t detect any malice from him. He makes a show of spitting on his fingers, keeping eye contact with you as the ‘ptuh’ sound leaves his lips. It makes you shudder.

Though when he touches you with such purpose, so lewdly, a whine you never knew you could make leaves your lungs. He looks up at you like you hung every star in the sky as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. The ‘shlick’ suctioning sounds of your already tainted walls couldn’t possibly be any louder.

He sees how embarrassed you are, but he doesn’t care. Your nose crinkles and your eyes close softly. He curls his fingers and his palm flattens against your clit. And you cry out for him, lurching forward as you wrap your arms around his head rather than his neck. He’s surprised to see your hips rock against his touches, riding his fingers like it’s the only contact you’ve ever known.

His free hand reaches up to tug down your vest. His tongue is flat and wide as he sticks it out to lick your bare tits. He isn’t rough, he isn’t aggressive, he isn’t rushing. He sensually swirls his tongue over your nipples, breathing heavily on occasion before he kisses them. You whimper when he sporadically skims his teeth across them. There’s no bite. No effort. He just wants to hear you cry for him like that. It’s like his teeth are barely there, just enough that you know they are.

“Do you touch yourself?” he mumbles against your skin. You can’t bear to look at him after hearing that. You pretend you didn’t, moaning louder as a diversion. It’s fruitless, and apparently you aren’t a good actress. He yanks your hair and forces you to look at him. His fingers stop, and your body writhes from the loss. “Don’t do that again. Answer me.”

“S-Sukuna…” you fuss. The feeling of your building pleasure being torn away from you is making you stupid. It’s pathetic. And yet, in spite of how humiliating it is, you’re still rolling your hips in a bid to get the feeling back. His expression falters to one you can’t read. You think it’s annoyance, but it’s so detached and expressionless. You yelp as he withdraws his fingers completely, with no time to feel the loss when he grabs your face with his slick-coated hand.

“I want to know if you make your pretty pussy cum after a hard day at work.” he says calmly, a low rumble in his chest as the words roll plainly from his tongue. Your eye contact falters as you notice him pulling at his sweatpants in search of his aching length. “And I want you to show me how you touch her. So go on, answer my question.”

“I… I—” you stumble. You watch him intensely as he frees his throbbing cock. He wraps his fist around himself and lazily strokes. He still glares at your features. While you’re utterly captivated by his cock.

It looks so angry. Too pretty and perfect to be real, you think. But somehow, it is. You think he’d be better suited as a porn star than a criminal with an asset like that. He spends an extra second squeezing his length just below the tip when he strokes himself, it’s like he’s ringing all of the pre out that he can. It dribbles out of his slit, coating his tip the more he summons. It’s beguiling.

You suppose you hadn’t really had a chance to admire him back at the club. It was so heated and hasty. Now, it’s purposeful. You look at his face again when you realise this is what he wants. He wanted you to look at how he touches himself and how gorgeous his cock is. He wants you to see how big he is and how much he aches and throbs when he needs to be buried in a sweet little cunt.

He wants the memory of this to stain your mind.

“I d-don’t.” you confess. “Not much… I’m always tired. Busy.”

“Mhmm… I can tell.” he nods, his voice is somewhat sympathetic. “Come here, princess. Sit on it.”

His hand grips into your hip while he lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him, you don’t hesitate. You let him push you down, you eagerly suck him in. Your eyes roll back as you feel him swell through your walls. Even after taking him earlier, you’d forgotten how monstrous he feels inside. And this time, somehow, he feels bigger.

“Fu-uck,” you gasp as his tip immediately nudges at your sweet spot. You hold his shoulders and hope he’ll assist you. The thought of disappointing him makes you anxious. The idea of him knowing how inexperienced you really are makes you sick.

He throws his head back as your hole swallows him greedily. He looks at you through a heavy-lidded stare, and relief fills you as his hands grab the fat of your ass. You moan pathetically as he spreads them. But his ultimate goal is to bounce you on his cock. You feel weightless in his hands as he helps you. Each steep drop down onto his length makes your throat tight.

He's there.

You feel him there.

“Play with yourself, go on. Rub her f’me.” he says lethargically.

And your face feels like fire. The foreplay was gasoline and his command is a match. And yet, out of fear of him withholding pleasure from you again, you comply. Your hand slithers between your thighs and you do all you can to pretend you’re elsewhere.

You try and pretend you’re in your room, in your bed. What usually gets you going is a mildly heated scene from a movie or TV show. The sexual tension of an almost kiss makes your face flush, though a lot less than it is now. And you think it’s unbearable to witness sexual tension and not see any resolve, so you scamper to find a video online to suit your needs. Something quick and short as you reach into your nightstand to find your favourite toy.

The thought of being caught by your brother makes you sick so you have to be fast with it. The website you ordered it from assured the toy would be whisper quiet. And you can only hope it’s true. You don’t touch yourself, not without aid. And even then, it’s sparse. You haven’t rubbed your clit with your own fingers in years.

Years of being riled up and having a useless boyfriend who didn’t know what he was doing lead you to finishing yourself off each and every time. And you knew, the moment you got a job and your own income, you’d buy yourself a vibrator.

It’s hard to pretend Sukuna isn’t here, though. It’s hard to pretend you’re in your room with Netflix playing quietly enough in the background it can still cover the sound of soft core moaning from your phone while you vibrate yourself to completion.

Because his cock fills your each and every thought. Every sense you possess is dominated by him. The feel of him stretching you out beyond your limit and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. The sound of the sticky tacking of his length as he slams you up and down on his pulsing member.

Your vision alternates between his gorgeous gaze and the point where your bodies connect again and again. Your pussy gushes slick and the evidence of your prior combined coupling stains your inner thighs and his crotch.

The scent of your sex fills the car and the heat of your sweaty bodies exacerbates it. Your skin is damp, as is his. And it’s overwhelming. He groans into a chuckle as you moan louder and louder for him. If anyone happens to be awake at this ungodly hour, they’ll no doubt hear you. If anyone looks out of the window, they’ll see how the car rocks back and forth. It turns you on further. The tang of sweat and arousal filling the car. It makes you lightheaded.

“I can— fuck— c-can taste you, daddy…” you whine. He urges you to fall forward so he can kiss you. It forces you to take over, moving your hips on your own as you try and maintain your building pleasure. “You’re too big… can feel you in my throat, Sukuna… tastes so good.”

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.” he smirks, kissing you again. “You’re fuckin’ filthy. Not the good girl you pretend to be, hah?”

You nod, agreeing. He’s right, after all. You’re talking in a way you didn’t know you had in you. He takes over again, holding your rear so he can take full control of your body. He guides you repeatedly until your eyes cross from the pleasure. Your walls tighten, and your throat feels hoarse as you cry out for him.

“Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, kid. Don’t be shy. Cum for daddy.” he encourages you.

You cry, at that. Falling forwards to envelop him in your arms as you come undone. He coos, sweetly, kissing your cheeks and licking away your tears. The feeling isn’t lost on you, the feeling of disgust. You’ve never felt happiness or value like you did just now. Realising how right he was about your issues and using them to subdue you.

Your pussy gushes and he moans further, chest roaring as he finally lets his sight drop to see what a pretty mess you’ve made of yourself.

Made of him.

Made for him.

He pushes his thumb into your clit and rubs quickly, further extending your pleasure through it all. You could just about cum again when you feel him shoot another load into you, his warmth filling your womb for the second time today. It makes you feel special. It makes you feel loved.

The very idea of it has you pushing yourself away from him desperately. But he holds you close. His moans are boisterous and uncaring. It’s loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood, you think. And at the very least, you’re sure Megumi will hear if he doesn’t have his headphones on.

His arms wrap tightly around your waist to keep you in place, his feet planted firmly on the floor of the car as he fucks himself into you. He’s sure to empty every last drop into your cunt, his balls slap against your ass as he ploughs into you furiously.

And when he stops, you freeze. You feel cold. You feel filthy.

He doesn’t discard you or try to kick you out. The opposite, really. He’s still holding you close, lightly peppering your chilled skin with kisses. Eventually stopping to rest his head on your chest. He feels you try to move away, but he only holds you tighter.

So you stop trying to leave. And instead, you run your fingers through his hair. He hums contently, at that. And you feel your heart pound harder, a little smile works its way onto your face.

Maybe he’s not so bad.

That thought alone makes you stop. He looks up at you, his stare soft and gentle as he wonders what made you halt your actions so abruptly. Before he can ask what’s wrong, you move to leave.

“I have to go, I really have to go now.” you say bluntly. He huffs, watching as you scramble to put your clothes back in place, clambering off him in a hurry. He doesn’t say anything in response. He watches as you scramble to open the door. Tears of panic begin to fall as you struggle to open it, you frantically pull and push as you try to get away. He leans over, and with little effort, he opens the door for you.

“Goodbye.” he says, simply.

“G-Goodbye.” you respond, ducking out and briskly walking to your front door.

You take a deep breath when you get there, preparing for the possibility that Megumi is about to greet you and bite your head off. Sukuna doesn’t move. He stays in the back seat and watches you with a sombre expression. With no inclination of what happened to change your mood, he can only assume he stepped out of line.

He doesn’t want to leave just yet. At least not until he knows you’re safely inside.

As you grab the handle of the door and push, your heart sinks.

“No, no, no… d-don’t do this to me now.” you sob, hysterically fiddling and pushing the door. You stupidly think that you just need to try harder and it will open. But no such thing comes to pass. You’ve locked yourself out.

Sukuna sits upright when he realises, watching as you slowly turn to look at him. His hand folds, gesturing for you to come closer. And with no other option, you do. Your phone is inside as well as your car keys. You can’t text Megumi to tell him what you’ve done. And even if you could, he’d only come outside to see that you’ve let him down. Again.

“Silly girl.” he says, looking at you with a weak smile when you finally approach. You duck down to look at him, not willing to get inside with him. “Do you want to come to my place? I’ll bring you back in the morning.” he suggests.

“I’m not fucking—”

“You can stay in a different room.” he answers your obvious assumption with a reasonable response. And still…

“N-No. I don’t want to go to your house.”

“Then I guess we’re sleeping in the car. Come on.” he sighs. He waits until you get in, begrudgingly, and then gets out himself. You watch him as he circles to the trunk of his car, looking ahead at your home as you wait for him to return. And he does, with a large, fur blanket.

“Why do you have this?” you wonder.

“I don’t remember. You better not be complaining, sweetheart. You’re lucky I didn’t fuck off right after I came like I usually do. Especially after that little performance.”

“Performance?!” you yell. You position yourself as far away from him as you can in the confined space, sitting as closely to the door as you can. “You just don’t get it! At all.”

“You’ve made that clear, princess. Don’t worry. I’ll steer clear when you get back inside tomorrow. I’m too old to be playing stupid games with little girls who don’t know what they want.”

You huff, covering your legs with the blanket before folding your arms.

“I told you it was a mistake.” you correct him. “I told you I didn’t want to see you or do that again.”

“Shut up.” he shakes his head. “Just go to sleep and we’ll never have to see each other again. Because that’s what you want, yes?”

You pause before speaking. Images of his delicate expression in your arms haunt you. You’d overreacted because of your own cowardice. Because of a promise you evidently had no intention of keeping. It wasn’t a performance. It was just… fear.

“Yes.” you tell him. Your response is bold and scathing.

He doesn’t react, he merely shrugs, adjusting the blanket over his own legs, too. His arms cross over his chest, and his head rests against the window. You can’t see beyond his eye covering, but you assume his visible eye is closed.

You do the same, hoping you fall asleep sooner rather than later.

You’re wrong, though.

His eye is open wide, looking upwards to the light polluted sky. There are a few stars visible, three. He stares at them, thinking about the events of the evening. He hadn’t expected to end up fucking once tonight let alone twice. But when you walked into his club and tried to give him a piece of your mind, he knew.

He knew he’d have to have you.

And he hadn’t expected to be so lucky so have you again, like this. But he can’t put his finger on why things went so sour. It could be one thing or a number of things. He has ideas. He thinks your less complicated than you seem to think you are. You’re keeping him at arm’s length, and that, he understands.

He’s a stranger, but he doesn’t have to be.

He doesn’t want to be.

But what can he do?

He’ll just stare at the stars until he drifts off to sleep.

Maybe things will be different in the morning.

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© 2024 rinhaler

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chapter one | m.list | chapter three

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the sideshow spectacular: week one

☞ pairing: nurse!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

☞ word count: ~4.6k

☞ short description: yandere fertility nurse sukuna who thinks he's pulling a fast one on you except you're yan4yan and have masterminded this exact situation from the start

☞ content warnings: dark content, modern au, no curse au, yan4yan, yandere behavior, medical play kink, breeding kink, light bondage, inappropriate power dynamic, baby trapping, afab!reader, feminine descriptors + pronouns, blink and you miss it daddy kink, probably a lot more honestly i'm sorry for being a pervert

☞ notes: credit shhhhh don't look at what time this was posted i *definitely* made the cut off for week 1 also this came to me in a vision and then i feverishly wrote between today and yesterday also this is my first posted smut ever pls be nice also also also not beta'd not edited we die like men have fun xoxoxo

You have turned him into a monster.

You, with your kind smile, the way you offer it so carelessly to every person you meet. You, with your adorable gestures, fidgeting and fiddling with pens, magazines, the edges of your skirts as you sit in the waiting room. You, with those trusting eyes, lashes fluttering at every passing sensitivity. He could read your emotions clear as day, and spent too much of his time doing so, pretending to work behind an antiquated desktop as he side eyed you.

The other nurses had caught on, of course - ever watchful hens, they were quick to pinpoint his interest in you, tutting at him in the break room only for a moment about it being inappropriate to desire patients. Their admonishments turned teasing without him interfering, settling into their usual lust for office gossip without another acknowledgement. In truth, his coworkers were delighted, in fact, by the pink haired man "softening" over you.

This would have drawn his ire, even his retaliation in most instances. Until Sukuna realized he was purposely being slid your chart whenever your monthly appointment rolled around, an unexpected convenience in Sukuna's intricate plan to claim you as his own.

He had only heard of your husband in passing, the man only present at your introductory interview with the fertility team and the first few appointments before his obligation to you waned. Sukuna despised him for it on principle, but in practice, no other presence in the exam room meant having his bubble of heaven. A single half hour appointment, once a month, where he reviewed your chart, asked invasive questions about your health, took blood, gave the occasional ultrasound, offered advice on the repetitious nature of fertility treatments, and flirted his ass off as he watched you giggle and squirm under his attention. The prospect of cucking this faceless man only added to Sukuna's dark desires.

Today was finally the day. It was even circled on his desk calendar, red ink.

"You look handsome," you offered him the compliment easily, your voice obscuring the click of the door locking behind you both, back to him as you set your jacket on the extra chair. Sukuna preened for a second, smiling to himself.

Sukuna was wearing a tight, long sleeve black shirt beneath his favorite maroon red scrubs, the smallest hint of a chain beneath his collar, and comfortable black sneakers - none of his piercings, sadly, and since his interview, he had worn make up to cover his face and neck tattoos at work as well.

He knew you meant it too, as he diligently wore the exact same outfit to every one of your appointments since the first time you had complimented him all those months ago.

"Already buttering me up, you better not be trying to get out of your blood work," Sukuna teased as he opened one of the nearby cabinet drawers, retrieving his special black gloves that only he was allowed to use, quietly noting that none were missing with a smirk.

"You always remind me of a tattoo artist with those," you deflected, tossing him one of your oh-so pretty smiles.

"Y'know, I buy these with my own money, and I'm gonna let you in on a lil' secret... That's why, that's what I want you to think," Sukuna bantered back, so at ease around you that he rolled his sleeves up thoughtlessly before making a show out of snapping the nitrile against his wrists. He had never done that before.

You had caught wisps in the past, only question marks until today. Thick black bands of tattooed ink sat around his wrists, hidden now beneath his gloves that blended so well against them, it made sense why he liked them so much.

Your mouth went dry at the sight, licking your lips as you choked out to him, "I didn't know you had tattoos."

The tone of your voice had him raising a brow, lopsided smirk already in place, "Is that a deal breaker, baby?" If only you knew.

"Those can't be the only ones," you replied, and if Sukuna wasn't mistaken, there was a lilt of hope sitting between your words, causing his smirk to soften to a smile, his heart wrenching for a moment at you. You. He was going to ruin you.

That when he noticed that you were still standing awkwardly, your things deposited in the nearby chairs as you rocked on the balls of your feet, something about you seemingly overwhelming tense despite being in such good company. You were being different today too; Sukuna hoped you didn't sense something was amiss.

"Everything okay with you today, doll?"

"I, um... I was wondering if we could wait, actually, to do the ultra sound today," you started shyly, and he could tell you were fighting the urge to wring your hands as your fingertips jittered against your wrists. Despite your words, he continued to dig materials out of the cabinets, glancing at you over his shoulder as he spoke.

"You want to do blood first? Feeling bold today, sweet girl?" Sukuna hoped so, he had big plans for you. He turned from the cabinet to approach you to do the prep work. He didn't want to waste anymore time, but maybe having you light-headed from lack of blood wasn't such a bad idea - he stopped when he saw the look on your face.

"Is there any way I can have a physical exam today, actually? Y'know, like my annual one, but instead... now," your question was rushed as you looked toward him but not at him, and Sukuna knew this because he was staring you down, a predator honing in on his prey. He felt like he could hear your pulse from where he stood, and it made his mouth water.

"You mean your pelvic exam?" he repeated, almost dumbfounded at his luck - were you stupid or naive? Nurses didn't give pelvic exams, that was the doctor's job. Your chart only had an appointment for your usual round of bullshit, blood and ultrasound, Sukuna trying to upsell you hormones your insurance wouldn't cover, blah blah blah.

God, you were so pretty and dumb, was this on purpose? Were you trying to manipulate him? You'd been here enough times to know better, right ? When was the universe ever so giving? Sukuna figured there was really no way you'd fall for what he was about to try, sure this was your attempt at catching him red handed in his obsession over you, but he didn't care. He'd take the bait, even if it was a shot in the dark for you.

His head had cocked with his thoughts, a lopsided grin unfurling across his cheeks as he regarded you with darkening eyes, coughing to clear the husk of his arousal from his voice. "You know, the doctor has been in and out all morning. Something with her kids. I'd hate for you to get stuck waiting around for her. I could always administer the exam, if you'd like."

He very much could not, but he kept his wicked smirk in place, silently praying you wouldn't call his bluff. To Sukuna's delight, your gaze twitched between him and the exam table, knees rubbing together briefly before your hesitation subsided and you made a half step in its direction, wavering as you looked down at yourself. He understood in an instant, clicking his tongue in recognition as he went back to the drawers to dig out an exam gown for you, both your hands lingering on the package when he passed it forward.

"I'll step ou-"

"No, you can just... stay," you sounded much more confident now, cutting him off with a defiant look in your eye, the smallest curl of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, "You're going to see everything anyway, right? J-just turn around, maybe?"

You were so cute, he wished he could kiss you right then. Using every ounce of his control to suppress his smirk, Sukuna turned on his heel and faced the opposing wall dutifully, the urge to peek over his shoulder at you easy to resist when he knew exactly where all this was leading. As if the wheels hadn't been in motion since before you had even arrived today.

It was sort of erotic, though, to hear the jostle of your clothes hitting the floor, knowing you were naked and so close to him, and being unable to touch or see. Not yet. A little more patience and he knew he would reap the best of rewards. You cleared your throat when you were ready and Sukuna turned, unable to hid his smirk now that he saw you in the silly canary yellow exam gown they gave people here. You were still adorable, though.

Stepping to the side, Sukuna pulled out the lowest shelf of the table to act as a foot stool and help you up, before moving to each side to unfurl the arms of the stirrups he'd be putting your feet into. He couldn't think about it too much or his cock might hear, already on thin ice until you were properly restrained. The room had grown painfully quiet, Sukuna unable to continue joking with you when he was barely keeping his hands off you.

It was taking every ounce of his self control to not start panting and drooling like a dog at the way you quietly obeyed him, without question. So trusting... So easy, it took nothing to lead you down his path of corruption. His skin was starting to get hot, but Sukuna ignored the prickling beneath his shirt, knowing he needed to retain focus now more than ever. Oh, you were speaking. Fuck.

"I read online that during ovulation, there can be blockages that, like, can contribute to the problems I'm... having, you know," you were rambling, words rushed, and Sukuna realized you were embarrassed by the information you were offering. Cute, so fucking cute. You probably should be, it sounded like snake oil garbage, but Sukuna thanked whatever AI algorithm spat that nonsense into your brain as he nodded along.

"Hmmmm, well, that's only sort of true," he hummed through the lie easily, trying not to let his fingertips linger too long against the soft skin of your calf, your ankle as Sukuna strapped your left foot into place. He was even quicker with the right one, worried you may change your mind if he idled too long.

He used his foot to kick the rolling stool closer and sat down in a smooth motion. He couldn't give you a moment to think, because if he did, you may realize your mistake. Sukuna's hands were already beneath your gown as he rubbed both palms eagerly at your inner thighs, cooing from beneath you when you jolted at the sensation, "Hey, it's okay, it's just me. You trust me, yeah? I'm not going to hurt you."

Only some of it was a lie, but you eased regardless, somehow relaxing when you shouldn't be. Sukuna would've clicked his tongue, admonished you, if he wasn't the villain in this story.

"I'm going to look at you now," it was a command more than a question, not waiting for your consent before his hands are moving to your outer thighs, pushing the gown up easily, the fabric already wanting to give from the angle of your legs in the stirrups. It just needed some encouragement.

Glancing up at you, Sukuna noted your fluttering eyelashes and shallow breaths, and realized you probably needed some encouragement too.

"So beautiful," he couldn't stop his silky whisper, barely even trying to keep up the ruse that had put you here, careless as he finally gazed at your perfect pussy, splayed out wide for him. He wanted to touch. He needed to taste.

"Y-yeah?" the quiver in your tone perfect, and Sukuna fought the urge to moan at the entire situation, wondering how someone as bad as him could have such a perfect moment unfolding like this.

"My prognosis is that you have pretty pussy syndrome," Sukuna couldn't even stop himself now, having gone mad as soon as he could smell your arousal, spit pooling on his tongue as his fingers twitched on your thighs. He wanted to touch you everywhere. He wanted to have everything. He leaned closer, his breath beginning to fan over your folds, using two fingers to spread you even further, really expose every inch of you to him. He had dreamed of it for so long, Sukuna couldn't help but linger here, just a moment.

"I d-don't think you're supposed to talk to me like t-that," you wriggled beneath him despite your words, probably beginning to realize this may have been a bad idea, but it was too late for you. You'd have to scream, and to be frank, Sukuna would shut you up before anyone could intervene. He was too close to what he wanted to be stopped now - not that you would. The wetness leaking out of your pulsing little entrance reassured him.

"Yeah? That was unprofessional of me, wasn't it?" Sukuna feigned agreement before he was licked a flat stripe from your perineum to your clit, making sure to linger and kiss at the hooded bud once, twice before giving an experimental suck, earning him a pitched keen that had him grinning.

"But then why are you so wet for me, doll?" the pet name dripped venomously off his tongue as two deft fingers pinched and rolled at your clit, crimson gaze peering up your body at your reaction. The look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right there; your tongue was poking out between your lips as you panted, eyes hazy and hooded, unable to tear your gaze from where Sukuna sat between your legs and continued his ministrations. You already looked fucked out, and he was just getting started.

He laved his tongue gently against your rapidly engorging clit, another whimper falling from your lips when a fingertip started to tease at your fluttering entrance. Already so sopping wet with the prettiest slick he'd ever tasted, he was so entranced by you that he was hardly listening.

"T-this isn't... This is different than what-" You sounded so cute like this, all high pitched and whining. Needy for something you couldn't ask for, not yet, not that you'd have to - Sukuna knew he'd give it to you, give it all to you, give you everything he had.

"We're doing a different kind of exam, doll. I'm not your gynecologist," Sukuna chided back with a sharp laugh, his words full of a condescending mirth as he sunk two fingers deep into your cunt, fighting his own moan at how easily your pulsing hole gave way to him. A moment longer of watching your cunt gobble up his fingers to the knuckle and Sukuna was going to finger bang you to death, truly.

The nitrile gloves were definitely the culprit, the addition of all your slick eradicating any friction. To be fair, your pussy was tight enough that when your walls fluttered around the sudden intrusion, Sukuna had a momentary worry that making you cum might break his hand. It'd be worth it though, so the thought passed him by.

He curled his fingers deeper, prodding and scissoring against the gummy slick of your walls, searching for the spot that would make you sing. He knew as soon as he did, a sharp inhale followed by a whimper leaving your mouth, and the man fought against his urge to grin at all the pretty sounds you were making just for him. Because of him.

He shushed you, easing the pressure against your G-spot, just swirling the pads of his fingers in a circular motion as he purred your name before admonishing you softly, "I really do need you to quiet down, we can't disturb the other patients in the waiting room. Can you be good?"

Your bottom lip was firmly beneath your teeth but wobbling precariously, the sight of you adorable but albeit, not very reassuring. Sighing, Sukuna slipped his fingers out of you, which left you whimpering and squirming, much to his pleasure. Standing between your legs, he regarded you with a cold scowl for a moment before reaching down both hands to shove your exam gown higher from your hips , up up up, not stopping until he'd bunched it beneath your arm pits and freed the jiggling fat of your breasts to the chill in the air. You didn't even wear a bra, whore. His characteristic smirk was back in place at the newfound sight of you.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment. He didn't think he could get away with taking a picture, and he needed to commit this to memory.

After a moment, he reached for the hem of your gown again, this time bunching a fistful together before pressing it against your lips, his smirk going crooked with arousal when you took it with a tentative bite, the pretty doe eyes gazing up at him starting to water.

"Shhh, don't worry, I'm prescribing the perfect fertility treatment for you today, it's even covered by your insurance," Sukuna shushed, the comfort and sympathy offered obviously fake as his fingers tips caught on your entrance again, unceremoniously shoving three forward. Maybe Sukuna was the one who needed the gag - he all but groaned when half his hand sunk into your pussy without resistance, your messy hole squelching loudly for him.

Your eyes immediately rolled as he began an unforgiving pace, hammering his knuckles against your thinly stretched entrance, his other hand having shoved into his pants to fist his cock for even the smallest ounce of relief. Despite your muffled whines to the contrary, your hands began to smack helplessly against his shoulders, the only defense you had to the onslaught of pleasure as you were otherwise pinned and tied to the exam table, by your own wishes. You had, quite literally in Sukuna's opinion, asked for this.

Sukuna squeezed the base of his cock when your flimsy pushing against his chest finally registered, because you weren't even really trying to get him away, because you were still moaning like a little bitch. He almost came at the thought.

His thumb found your clit with ease, the poor thing swollen and begging for attention as he swiped against it, and he had been right in his earlier observation; the added sensation had your pussy clenching down around him so hard, one of his fingers folded over another, practically crushing his knuckles from pressing into you any deeper. You were about to cum for him. That wicked smile of his began to curl across Sukuna's features as his other hand left his cock to take over at your clit, flicking back and forth in a quick motion while the hand buried in your cunt gave several practiced tilts forward.

"Pretty little doll," he groaned hoarsely, pressing in hard against the spongy tissue of your G-spot until your back arched from the table, tits wobbling in the air. Sukuna knew what you needed, grunting a commanding, "Now, cum for me now," before surging forward to bite one of your perfect nipples, the sudden change in angle and added sensation your ultimate undoing.

Like a bow pulled taut, you snapped at your peak, a surprised shout barely escaping your throat before your cunt flexed hard, before splitting itself open with a gush of clear liquid around Sukuna's eagerly awaiting palms, the hand inside you stilled to let you ride on while he continued to lazily flick your clit, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could.

You were going to feel heavenly around his cock.

Sukuna felt his eyes roll back as he mercilessly pummeled his hips forward, unable to slow himself down, your cunt filled to the brim with his girth. His hand was grasped so firmly over your mouth, you could only helplessly cry out against his palm, laving your tongue and teeth over the skin for some amount of grounding sensation as the man ruthlessly fucked into you.

The stirrups had kept you spread wide for him, unable to wriggle away from pleasure and pain alike, and a puddle was forming on the floor as your needy cunt drooled around his abusive thickness. So perfectly fucked out, just for him. Your walls fluttering indistinctly from the spasms of your orgasms, your euphoria evident from your slick sodden pussy, your heavily lidded gaze, your labored gasps for air beneath his hand. Grinning, he pinched two fingers together and closed your nose, and your entire cunt clenched, and Sukuna barely stifled his own groan as he ricocheted into you with renewed vigor. He let go when your eyes began to roll, and it seemed that the flood of oxygen back into your brain combined with the frenzied thrust of his hips had you shattering around him once again.

"Oh my god, look at you," Sukuna choked out lowly, "you're just sucking me in, it's like-"

He was gazing down to where your bodies connected, wonder twinkling behind heavily lidded maroon eyes as he watched your cunt take him still, after already cumming twice and probably so sensitive, still. His heart hammered in his chest, the pressure at the base of his cock getting dizzying, making his mouth run as his brow furrowed, unable to take his eyes away from your drooling slit as he chased his high.

The exam room stank with sex, filled with the wet slaps of his hips and low grunts, your cum drunk mewls broken and pitchy and barely muffled by your spit-soaked gown. It was a wonder you both hadn't been caught yet, but at this point, it just seemed to be Sukuna's lucky day.

"You want me to cum in you, don't you?" Sukuna asked breathlessly, not actually caring for the answer, because this had been the point all along. The entire plan hinged on filling you to the brim with his seed.

"You want my fucking cum, you want to be bred by me and not your stupid fucking husband. You want me to fuck a baby into you, you dirty fucking whore, so shameless," as he spoke, his thrusts began to speed up, his control finally dwindling as he hammered recklessly into your perfect sopping cunt. He was unable to stop himself from reaching down to grind his palm against your clit, adoring the way your walls gripped his shaft, milking his thickness for all he was worth.

"It doesn't matter what you want, m'gonna do it anyway," he hissed, crimson eyes wide and wild and boring down at the pussy he planned to fill with his seed, absolutely deranged with his singularly focused obsession, and the sight had you shuddering around him again, your third orgasm unexpected for the both of you.

Sukuna had no chance against your spasming walls this time, his hand finding your throat and dragging you up for a ruthless, harsh first kiss. More of a mashing tongues before Sukuna cried out with a growl, dropping his head to muffle himself with a bite to your shoulder. Instinct shoved his hips forward, burying his cock as close to your womb as physically possible as he came, flooding you with warmth. His cock jumped inside of you, twitching and sensitive against your fluttering walls, both of you hissing and moaning softly as your hips continued to rock slowly, riding out the overstimulation.

Your chests were pressed skin to skin, Sukuna's head was still tucked in the space between your neck and your shoulder as you both came down from your highs, silent except for the shared panting. Sukuna was the first to speak, chuckling as he lulled his tongue against the mark he had left, kissing the already blossoming redness in a surprising act of tenderness.

"I marked you up pretty bad, doll, between that and my baby, I don't think you're getting away with any of this. What're you gonna tell your man?" Sukuna didn't know if it was pride or jealously twinging his words, but whatever it was, it tasted bitter on his tongue, despite all the blessings he'd received today.

A beat passed before you tried to sit up on your elbows, the angle of the exam table not exactly helping, once hazy eyes now trained on his, absolutely twinkling as you murmured, "Probably nothing, I guess... considering I'm not married." You wriggled beneath him, still pinned beneath his chest as you danced your hips back and forth around his softening length, making cum leak out and down your puffy slit in a proud display.

"What?" His cock hadn't even come out of you yet. You were gonna make him hard again if you kept that up.

You giggled, the sound sparkling with delight as you repeated, "I'm not married. That man isn't my husband."

"He's been here... It's part of our screening process."

"He's just some actor guy I hired. I don't even know him." You didn't even have the nerve to sound embarrassed.

"What does that mean? He gives samples-"

"I give samples on my 'husband's' behalf. Why do you think our treatments haven't worked?" your smile had grown wicked, a twin lopsided grin to the one he usually wore, pupils dilated as you admitted your sins, your pussy even giving a little spasm on his now rapidly hardening cock. You were getting off on this, you little she-devil.

"Then what's even the point in coming to a fucking fertility clinic if you're not-"

"All for this. All for you," your confession both the sweetest and most deranged thing he had ever heard of in his life, and that was saying something, considering... him.

His heart skipped a beat.

Sukuna was pretty sure he was in love with you.

You thought you had finally stunned him. You had, for a moment, like a flash bang. But Sukuna recovered quickly enough, reaching an expert hand down to drag the middle shelf out from the front of the exam table. He stepped his right foot forward before hoisting a knee to plant his left foot firmly on the stool, using the advantage of his palms already under your knees to unceremoniously shove you into deep mating press, no longer constrained by stirrups.

His fat cock could bully against your cervix easily now, and considering he never skipped leg day, his stamina in this position was nothing to be trifled with. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, sinking tip to hilt without any resistance, the movement causing you to shout hoarsely at how quickly his balls pressed against your asshole.

"Oh you fucking slut," Sukuna purred in delight, his condescension sticky sweet, "Since you want my baby so bad, we'll make extra sure it sticks this time, but you gotta be quiet and we gotta be quick." You opened wide as he grabbed a handful of his special black gloves from their box and balling them into your gleefully awaiting mouth. Leaning forward so you were caged against his chest, Sukuna rolled his cock deeply into you again, content with your muffled whine of ecstasy, before setting a brutal pace into your already cum sodden cunt.

"And call me Daddy this time."

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Cookin in the kitchen like a pot roast』ꨄ︎

☞ ꨄ︎『Masterlist』ꨄ

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Where my bad bitches? Fuck these niggas, give them trauma Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla

FYI write for a female identifying perspective with no racial descriptors so all can enjoy but a lot of my fics are inspired by hip hop lyrics or culture so very much black coded. If I decide to write black reader exclusively I will call it out in the summary/heading somewhere. My works are tagged: #♋︎kizzatcookedthat & #♋︎kizzatcooks Kinktober: # ☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

CONTENT KEY ↴  fluff = ✿ | smut = ♡ | suggestive = ➹ | manga spoilers = ⌦ | AU = ☯︎ | canonverse = ∞ | drug/alcohol= ☻ | crack fic = ꩜ | black reader = 🐈‍⬛ | dark themes = ✟ STATUS KEY ↴  completed = ✔ | in-progress/continuation = ✎

ৎ੭ JJK MEN FAV ALT FUCK KINK - M.LIST - ♡∞ | ✎

ৎ੭ WE BE BURNIN': JJK 420 SERIES - M.LIST - ♡☯︎∞ ☻ ✿ | ✎

ৎ੭ NERD/VIRGIN SERIES - M.LIST COMING SOON

ৎ੭ OTAKU!GOJO: THE OTAKU IS MINE - M.LIST - ♡☯︎꩜| ✎

ৎ੭ THE NURSERY: YAKUZA!TOJI x MILF!READER - M.LIST - ♡☯︎∞ ☻ ✟ | ✎

ৎ੭ Daddy & Baby - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛You get the best of both worlds from a Choji [Choso x Toji x Reader] polyship❜

ৎ੭ FarmHand!Toji - ♡☯︎ | ✔ ❛Farm life ain't so bad when you got a sexy ex-con to use as a distraction❜

ৎ੭ Sins of the Father - ♡☯︎✟ | ✔ ❛You really need to repent for tormenting Father Kento like this.❜

ৎ੭ Sneaky Link: 1 & 2 - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛When Yuji goes to sleep, Sukuna comes out to play.❜ ৎ੭ A Bumpy Ride - ♡☯︎꩜ | ✔ ❛A long miserable ride on vaycay? Why not cockwarm your bf Suguru?❜ ৎ੭ Lessons in Anatomy ✎ P1: Nerd!Geto - ♡☯︎☻꩜ | ✔ ❛Your nerdy bff Suguru teaches you how to study and squirt.❜

ৎ੭ Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛Your new bf Toji finds out his cute n' innocent gf has a filthy imagination.❜ ৎ੭ Do You Eat Pussy? - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛Asking a sexy stranger a wild question gets you a wild answer. [Toji x Reader]❜

ৎ੭ WFH!Nanami - ✿ ♡☯︎ | ✔ ❛You wont let your WFH husband miss his most important meeting of the day.❜

ৎ੭ YakuzaBoss!Toji - ♡☯︎☻🐈‍⬛| ✔ ❛Uh-oh! You're about to find out what happens when you ignore Yakuza!Boss Toji. ❜

For one/shots fics of WE BE BURNIN' see 'series' section above ꜛ Plug!Choso 3 Parts - ♡☻☯︎| ✔ 420 True Form Sukuna - ♡☻∞꩜| ✔

For one/shots fics of JJK Men Fav Alt Fuck Kink see 'series' section above ꜛ Nuru Massage ft Choso - ♡∞ | ✔ Foot Jobs ft Geto - ♡∞ | ✔ For one shots/fics apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below ꜜ Ghostface!Choso - ♡☯︎☻✟ | ✎ (complete but epilogue/P3 coming) Werewolf!Toji - ♡☯︎☻✟ | ✔ Tricks or Treats: JJK Halloween Fluff Anthology - ✿➹∞꩜ | ✔

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ৎ੭ "HoneyDick"!Gojo - ∞➹꩜ ❛Satoru gonna learn to stop playin' with you today.❜

ৎ੭ Kissing True Form Sukuna - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛How you gonna make this man jealous of is own hand like that.❜

ৎ੭  Intern!Reader - ♡☯︎ | ✔   ❛Being a legal intern for Nanami and Higaruma is tough business.❜

ৎ੭ "Chef"!Toji - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛Don't ask Toji to make you dinner unless you're ready to be his dinner.❜

ৎ੭ Ab Riding Sukuna - ♡∞ ⌦✟ | ✔ ❛Being the personal fuckdoll of a four-armed evil monster isn't so bad if it's for a good cause.❜

ৎ੭ Objectifying Sukuna - ➹∞꩜ | ✔  ❛Dayum, Daddy what them thighs do?❜

ৎ੭ Broke&Kinky!Toji - ♡∞ | ✎ ❛No money? No problem! Best 'O' of your life for under ¥500.❜

ৎ੭ Do My Dance - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛If you throw it back this good, Toji might even pay your rent.❜

ৎ੭ Smoking with Choso  -  ✿ ➹∞ | ✔  ❛Your sweet bf deserves all the cuddles and indica blunts.❜

ৎ੭ Oral Fixation w/ Toji - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛Gargling Toji's balls like listerine❜

ৎ੭ April Fools With Toji - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Toji can dish it but he can't take it.❜

ৎ੭ Toji is Ugly - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Girl okay? that's MY ugly ass man.❜

ৎ੭ Choso's Chinchin ♡∞ | ✔ ❛A guide to what it's like fucking Choso. ❜

ৎ੭ Why Toji Stays With You - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Toji has yet to figure out he can't play the player❜ ৎ੭ Pussy Talk - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Your kewchie is multilingual thanks to daddy Toji.❜ ৎ੭ JJK Men x Black!Reader Bonnet Headcanons - ✿☯︎➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Daddies are showing us how much they love us and our bonnets.❜ ৎ੭ Cult Leader!Suguru - ∞➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Suguru called the wrong b!tch a monkey, he finna learn today.❜

ৎ੭ Choso Coded - ➹∞ | ✔ ❛How down bad he is for you after a sip of kewchie.❜

ৎ੭ Toji Lies About Being Broke - ꩜∞| ✔ ❛Taking care of a grown ass man for so long pays off❜

ৎ੭ JJK Men Getting Through TSA ❛They should really just try to drive next time❜

For headcanons apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below Why you can't watch scary movies with JJK Men - ♡∞| ✔ Slutty JJK Men Halloween Costumes - ♡➹∞ | ✔

Kizzatober '23 presents ↴  ৎ੭ m.list: Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

ৎ੭ The Nursery - (Yakuza!Toji x Reader) ♡☯︎☻ | ✎ WIP ❛Toji on his Joe Goldberg bullshit. Lactation kinks too.❜

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023 & 2024. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

[jeankluv]

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

🪷 Gojo Satoru

Short txt

Gojo your new hope

Ice skater reader & hockey player Gojo

Dad Gojo

Sugar baby Gojo

Reincarnation

One Shots

Happy Birthday my love

Dancing in the moon [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.❞

tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending

Let me be the strong one

The prophecy

╰┈➤ ❝ Gojo Satoru knew he was the strongest, he perfectly knew. But that didn’t mean he didn’t cry and that night while everyone still preparing to fight Sukuna, he cried. He cried because he felt completely alone and only seen as a weapon. ❞

tags: angst, canon universe, manga spoilers, Gojo centric, lyrics, fluff, mutual feeling, no use of y/n, Gojo thinks reader hates him, open up for a second part.

Sweet boy [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You refused to spend your 33rd birthday alone after having been divorced for 4 months and who would have told you that going to a bar to spend your 33rd birthday would make you meet an attractive 25-year-old young man? ❞

tags: p in the v, older woman x younger man, sub Gojo, sugar baby Gojo, sugar mommy reader, smut, oral sex (f), ridding, age difference

You are my dad - Gojo & Megumi

╰┈➤ ❝ Megumi finally finds the courage to tell Gojo how he views him❞

tags: canon fix it, spoilers chapter 268, Megumi centric & pov, dadjo, Gojo and Megumi father-son dynamic, angst a bit, happy ending, everyone lives

loml

╰┈➤ ❝ You read the last letter Satoru left behind, where he expressed all his love and the wishes he had.❞

tags: heavy angst, character death, manga spoilers, canon universe, no happy ending

Series

Birdie

╰┈➤ ❝ While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you. ❞

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

status: on going

But daddy I love him [nsfw] (mini serie)

╰┈➤ ❝ If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair. ❞

tags: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.

status: completed

🐉 Geto Suguru

One shots

I love you, it’s ruining my life

╰┈➤ ❝ You stood besides Geto for over a decade but despite loving him so much, it was ruining your life. ❞

Series

The forgotten boy

╰┈➤ ❝ He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity

Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

"You remember me?"

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”❞

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]

🎀 Iori Utahime

One shots

I told you so [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her. ❞

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

A fairy song [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ On one of your hunting days, a melodious voice guides you through the forest until you come across the beautiful presence of a fairy with big hazel eyes and black hair. ❞

tags: +18, angst, injuries, Utahime is a fairy, reader is a human, scars, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, oral sex (f), cuddles, nipple play

🐯🐶Itafushi

When the cherry blossoms bloom

╰┈➤ ❝ Tsumiki once told Megumi that if he was able to catch a cherry blossom petal he could make a wish and it would come true.

“Please wake up Itadori…” He said against his closed fist. “Come back to me…” ❞

tags: Megumi centric fic, fluff Itafushi, post canon, canon fix, manga spoilers, Gojo-Megumi father son duo, everyone lives (except tsumiki I’m so sorry princess), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, two teens starting to fall in love with each other

[yuujispinkhair]

Masterlist: Sukuna x Reader

You're dangerous boy, but I love it. The feeling of your eyes on me is magic

Modern!Sukuna:

Yakuza!Sukuna:

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown

Valentine’s Day/White Day

The King’s birthday surprise

Comfort from the King

Sin for Me

Brat-taming

CEO!Sukuna:

Hot Dilf looking for Babysitter

Heatwave (Omegaverse AU)

Dad!Sukuna being possessive of his wife

Dad!Sukuna + lactation kink

Lovebug

Good Boy (Sub!Sukuna + Dom!Reader)

College boy!Sukuna:

We never go out of style (College AU)

How you get the girl (College AU)

Angel Baby

Bad Boy - Good Toy (Sub!Sukuna)

Sukuna pining for a Reader who has a crush on his bro

CollegeBoy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up

CollegeBoy!Sukuna knocking you up Part 2 Option A: Getting an abortion

CollegeBoy!Sukuna knocking you up Part 2 Option B: let's have a baby!

I wanna be your Endgame (Hockey AU)

Various Modern!Sukuna:

From Sukuna, made with love (Coffee Shop AU)

Shower Sex with Sukuna

Hiking vacation with boyfie Kuna

Gamer boyfie Sukuna

Sukuna taking care of you during your period

Sukuna with a cat

Hugging your boyfie Kuna

Watching boyfie Kuna work out

Bad boy Kuna being soft only for you

NNN with boyfie Sukuna

Hockey player Sukuna

Tying a pretty bow around his dick

Modern boyfie Sukuna taking care of Reader

Pining + All yours

Cuddling with boyfie Sukuna

Sukuna picking you up from your late shift

Baby-Daddy Sukuna and you getting back together

Baby-Daddy Sukuna + Mother's Day

Sukuna comforting you when you are stressed

Boyfie Sukuna in your bed in the morning

Attending a formal family event with Sukuna

Cowboy!Sukuna Part 1

Modern Fantasy AU etc:

To the end (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Brother (Halloween fic) dark content!!

Tiger Hybrid Sukuna

Historical!Sukuna:

King of Curses!Sukuna:

Sukuna comforting a s/o with anxiety

Cockwarming with the King of Curses

Sleepy Sukuna

The Summoning (Trueform!Sukuna)

Feeding a new fruit to Sukuna

Caught

Historical Fantasy AU etc:

The Red Lord (Vampire AU)

Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna (Viking AU)

Death's Bride

Threesomes:

Control

Sukuna knocking Reader up with Yuuji’s baby

Train ride with Yuuji and Sukuna’s handmouth

The Changing Room

Double cream filling for Valentine's Day

The luckiest boy in the world

Sukuna and Yuuji taking turns

Please don't copy or repost my stories. I am always very happy about comments and reblogs.

[missred866]

Can someone please help me find the Bully!Sukuna x Reader, there were many parts of this au but I forgot who the author was and I first found it in ao3 and continued to read it here on Tumblr.

But I can't find it anymore but I can remember some parts of it like sukuna wanted reader to ride his motorbike but the reader always refused but one day sukuna caught her getting someone else's motorbike so he got jealous and I think he didn't talk to her for a while or he did confront her but it ended up the wrong way.

Then there is also another part where the reader ended up getting pregnant even though they are still in highschool, so readers parents kicked her out of the house and lived with sukuna, yuji, and their grandpa. Of course they accepted reader and let her stay in their home because sukuna is the baby daddy.

That's all I can remember, so do you guys know what happened to this? Can you guys pls tell me who the author is or what the name of the story is? Because my brain won't stop bugging me if I don't find that story.

[daddy-suguru]

sometimes i'm looking for some fics with dom!reader and sub!character but they are hard to find. I love it when the character is sub. Being in control. When they beg. Like yes, baby, look at me and show me how much you enjoy it. Tell me how much you love it. I want to hear more.

(Sorry i'm into praise for sub. So cute. So cute.)

✑ tags: femdom, praise, orgasm control, begging, established relationship, mama/daddy/good boy/pretty boy, face riding, edging, office sex, ceo!reader x bodyguard!eren and mikasa

✑ I had to do a little something for both of us and since i loved writing about ceo!reader x bodyguard sukuna, here is a little ceo/bodyguard au for all of them :3 I got very carried away

Suguru

Glancing behind you to see a girl plastering herself onto Suguru. His hand is on her lower back. While she has her soft breasts pressed to Suguru's hard chest. Which his dark suit is hugging. Hinting at his thick arms, and large pecs, and broad shoulders underneath. All of which is yours.

Looking away as he glances at you. And she cups his cheek, trying to get his attention back on her. She's needy for his attention, and you don't blame her. Suguru is a beautiful man. And when he is looking at you, it makes your heart beat faster. While your pussy drips.

Plastering a fake, overly sweet grin on your face. Pulling your gaze away from Suguru, plaster an overly sweet grin on your face as the man drones on. at the man in front of you who's been chatting your ear off. You can't remember his name. Or anything he has told you about himself. Quickly excusing yourself with,

"It was something hearing you talk about yourself. See you in passing later on during the party." Walking away without giving him time to respond. Closing the small gap between you and Suguru.

Standing in front of him with your arms crossed. The girl snaps, "He's busy with me. Don't be desperate." Rolling your eyes before studying the tips of your long, perfectly pointed, manicured nails.

"Do you want to see something funny?" Bending your finger, motioning for Suguru to come closer. As you command him,

"Follow me Sugar." He pushes the girl away gently, yet she still stumbles over her on her heels. He grabs her elbow to steady her before finding his place by your side. Splaying his large hand on your lower back.

She glares at you, wrinkling her nose, mumbling, "I thought we had something, maybe we could-“ you quickly cut her off with,

“Thank you for entertaining my Sugar. But I’ll be taking my man back.” Walking past her, towards the server holding a tray of glasses of wine.

Taking a glass, swirling it around before taking a sip. While leading Suguru away from the large ballroom of your mansion. Down one of the many large hallways, where you slip into the first unoccupied waiting room branching off from the great hall.

Locking the door behind Suguru, who beseeches, "You're not jealous, are you? Thought I was just your bodyguard." The curl of the right side of his lip hints at his lack of remorse.

Sitting down on one of the plush sofas. Spreading your legs, pushing your dress out of the way. Which is made easy by the large slit. His dark eyes drop to your glistening pussy and the adam's apple in his throat bobs as he swallows.

Crooning, "Why? Are you wanting to be more with me?" Swirling your glass as Suguru kneels in front of you. You add, "Why else would you make such a show, trying to get me worked up so you can get my attention?" Grabbing onto the sofa and leaning his head in. Licking his lips aching to taste your pussy.

Suguru's tall height has him so at eye level when kneeling in front of you. Undoing the buttons of his jacket. "It worked. You're here with pretty pussy out for me, aren't you Mama?" His struggle for dominance is one of your favorite parts about this. Only topped by his submission when he becomes too desperate for you.

"Sugar, if you want to eat my pretty pussy till I cum on your face, you can be a good boy and beg for a taste. Otherwise," you trail off with a soft moan as you rub your clit. As you set your glass down on the side table next to you.

Slipping your other fingers past your lips. Following Suguru's needy groan is, "Please let me suck your soft clit. Your pussy is so beautiful, I want to watch it spread on my fingers and cock. I'll make you feel so good, mama." You love getting him so worked up, refusing to let him give any attention to his cock. That by the time he slips inside you he doesn't last long.

Overstimulating him, and riding his cock till he gets hard again. As he writhes and trembles, with his eyes rolling back. And his lips, puff from him biting his bottom lip, make that perfect pretty o.

Tonight for the stunt he pulled, you don't think Suguru should cum for a while. But you could cum before the party is over. Then mingle while Suguru's cock refuses. to go down and his balls ache.

"You want to be a good boy and make me feel cum all over your beautiful face?" Slipping your fingers out and spreading them to make the stings of slick quickly break. Before rubbing both fingertips along his bottom lip.

Suguru moans as he licks your fingers before you can pull away. Wrapping his lips around them and slowly pumping his tongue along the pads of your finger. As you run your fingers through his hair long soft hair.

Pulling your fingers away, he instantly pleads, "Please mama you taste so good. I need more of you."

Satoru

The clear glass of the shower hid nothing, with steam collecting on the edges of the glass. Satoru could see you rubbing your soapy, soft body with your sponge. And it's torture having you so close yet not being able to touch you.

You've been teasing him all week, inviting him into the bathroom to watch you shower. Even letting him jerk off with your dirty panties. While you watch him make a mess of yourself. Begging for either pair of lips.

His cock has soaked a part of his underwear. Which clings go his tip, straining uncomfortably against his jeans. Too tight for his cock to stand up the way it wants to.

Opening the glass door, smiling as you take in his bulge. Taking in an eyeful as he leans back against the counter. A large smirk stretches across his glossy, kissable lips face as he asks,

"Should I pose for you sweet mama? I can get in my underwear and let you get an eyeful. But if you want to see more you'll have to beg." He cups his cock, rubbing himself through his jeans. Before unzipping his pants to relieve some of the pressure.

How long were you going to keep playing with him?

Holding out your soapy sponge, "It's hot that you think it's going to work that way." Satoru walks up to take the sponge as you turn around showing him your backside. Where he rubs slow circles on your lower back. Sipping over your ass,

“It looks like you missed a stop on your sexy ass." Cupping your cheek massage it while rubbing soap around. His finger tips get so close to your pussy lips. And he pleads,

"Tell me how this is supposed to work mama. Please, I can do more than just that, I can make you feel good. Eat your pretty pussy out, and make you squirt on my cock." He keeps rambling,

"You’ve been stressed from work, why not let me help your beautiful self relax mama. Let me help you relax." Satoru scrubs your back. Switching to your other cheek and swapping the hand holding the sponge.

Walking away from him and standing under the water. Leaving him standing with his cock hard, you look over at him. The need way he stares at you, biting into his bottom lip. His large hands are still where they were.

All the blood had rushed to his cock and it look like he is short-circuiting. Encouraging Satoru with, "That's what I'm looking for, good boy Toru I'm proud of you. Being a good boy for me, so how about you strip and join me in the shower." He drops the sponge by the open entrance of the walk-in shower.

Pulling his shirt off and taking his underwear and pant off quickly. Wasting no time rushing into the shower. When you walk over to the window seat, the one-way window gives a wonderful view of the light-up city below.

Satoru stands in front of you, eagerly awaiting what comes next. Looking up at him and asking him, "What do you want to do to me?" Glancing down at his cock, standing up and so close to your face. The pale pink color of his cock head and the milky white of the pre-cum made him look yummy.

Quickly insisting to Satoru, "Tell me in great detail. You can play with your cock while you so do. In fact," wrapping your lips around his cock. Slowly slipping him in deeper while sticking your tongue out.

Groaning loudly he places his hand on top of your head. He moans, "I've been thinking about eating you out underneath your desk while you're working. Seeing if you can keep from moaning." He doesn't stop, he can't. Everything is running out as you bob your head.

Swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him deep into your throat. Which bulges while his throat squeezes him as you gag from how deep he is. He croons,

"You're so beautiful, I love watching over you. Fuck mama your mouth feels so good. Please don't stop, I've been needing to fuck you since I first saw you. I'm not being dramatic, I need you so badly please mama don't stop!"

Eren & Mikasa

You had gotten a bigger desk just for this. To have Eren laying down with his white button-up shirt pushed open. And his suit pants on the floor with his underwear.

Eren's long dark hair pools beneath his head. Which your other bodyguard Mikasa is straddling. Rolling her hips, riding his handsome face. She's so beautiful drowning him in cum, her thick muscular thighs

She lifts up and right away Eren begs, "You taste so good princess." Clenching Eren and he looks down as Mikasa lifts her hips. As you slip your finger into her soft dark hair, pulling her in for a kiss.

She whines against your lips, as you hear the slick sounds of Eren fingering her wet pussy. He croons, "I love the way you take my cock ma. Please don't stop bouncing on my cock. I want to cum inside you so badly." Your soft, squishy pussy squeezing his cock.

Grinding yourself, rubbing your clit on the dark patch of hair of his navel. Digging your nails into the deep lines of Eren's abs. He groans as you pull away from Mikasa and she sits back down on Eren's face.

"You want to cum in my beautiful pussy? Want to watch our pretty princess have your cum smeared on her pussy from me riding her too." You couldn't get enough of either one of them ever since you entered their relationship.

Both of them were beautiful, muscular people, Mikasa is so willing to please. While Eren's attuide is fun to fuck out of him. As you prove to him, that things aren't always going the jeager way.

Eren groans into Mikasa’s sensitive pussy. Dripping thick creamy cum down his chin. Making his neck wet with slick. She clenches his head, and whines,

“You look so beautiful taking his cock. I want to feel your pussy on mine. Please mama, you always feel so soft and wet. I love feeling your lips rubbing mine while our clits grind. Please pretty mama.” She always know just how to bed. And as Eren’s cock throbs inside of you, you stop.

Eren’s cock throbs inside you as he grabs onto the side of your desk. His knuckles turning white as he fight the urge to bounce you himself.

Pointing at the sofa, “Go lay down then princess. Eren can watch while his cock drips and his balls ache.”

[peachsayshi]

STOOOOOOOP BABY DADDY KUNA IS SO SOFT I AM ACTUALLY🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WRRRREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH THIS AU IS SO CUUUUUUUUTE I WANT TO BITE HIMMMMMM

HE IS VERY EXTREMELY SOFT. alsidlj I am so glad you like this au, nonnie!! I've been buzzing with so many ideas for it! I have been feeling supremely soft over Sukuna as of late 🥺🥺🥺

[ninapi]

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For Haikyuu go here

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❀。• Geto Suguru

❀ Mine: Not everyone can be the strongest sorcerer, Suguru knows this. Not everyone can have it all, no matter how hard they try. But there was one thing he wasn’t wiling to give to his best friend just like that, and that was you, the only one who could made his demons go quiet.

Word count: 3691

❀ Obsession (Christmas special): When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

❀。• Fushiguro Toji

❀ Daddy Issues: Toji, now being a single father has no idea how to raise a child on his own. His beautiful younger neighbor hears the baby crying every night, coming to his aid in more than one way.

Word Count: 4365

❀。• Gojo Satoru

❀ Infuriating Beauty: Being transferred as a new teacher from the Kyoto Jujutsu High was more troublesome than you though it would be. There weren’t many students at the moment in the school making you having to share classroom and students with an obnoxious beautiful man. Dealing with him was part of the job description but you didn't know what you were fully getting yourself into.

Word count: 3274

❀ Faded Reality (continuation of “Infuriating beauty”): Being the strongest wasn't always ideal, finding love and building a family behind closed doors not an easy fit, but you were worth it and the seed of that love had to be protected no matter what.

Word Count: 3087

❀ Family (continuation of "Faded Reality"): Raising someone else's child is one thing, but raising your own while dealing with your insecurities could be quite a task, especially for a man like Satoru, but the moment he saw the baby his life turned upside down.

Word Count: 3104

❀。• Choso

❀ First Born (Halloween special): Being an older brother once more was beyond exhilarating for Choso, he never expected though to find love by his little brother's side, his pretty and kind childhood friend bringing a softness into his life he didn't know it was possible one Halloween night.

Word Count: 3243

❀。• Frantically in love: Nanami Kento

Premise: Nanami Kento wasn’t one to fool around with girls like his fellow first year classmates, yet one girl managed to drive him crazy enough to do things he never thought himself capable of.

Word Count: 6991

。• Ch.1 。• Ch.2

❀。• Re:born: Gojo X reader X Geto, sci-fi romance AU.

Premise: In a world dominated by androids, the few remaining humans had to fight for survival. Your boyfriend Suguru, wanted to destroy them all and regain supremacy of the lost world, yet things don't always go as planned. A love once lost, solidifies. An opportunity to go back into the arms of a man that has always loved you since the beginning of time.

Word Count: 7375

。• Ch.1 。• Ch.2

❀。• Better Half: Yuuji x Reader x Sukuna

Premise: Nobara forced Yuuji to stop by a food stand every time they came back from a mission. The girl working there always entranced the youngster, causing his teammates to tease him more than usual. An odd encounter brings her a little too close to Sukuna who ends up just as smitten as his counterpart with the young beauty. Which half will get her heart? Only time will tell.

Word Count: in progress…

。•Ch.1 。• Sukuna version

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[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au

tags: degradation, daddy kink, videocall-sex, dirty talk, masturbation, sexting notes: minors dni, one sequel to "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴" - you decided to text your boss Sukuna wc: 1.7k

Finally you arrived home, your steps heavy with exhaustion yet tinged with relief. With each passing moment, the weight of responsibility seemed to lift as you approached your doorstep. Unlocking the door, you stepped into the comforting embrace of your sanctuary, where the warmth and familiarity of your home enveloped you like a soft blanket. Sighing deeply, you kicked off your shoes and let the tension of the day melt away. Settling into your favorite armchair, you closed your eyes, letting the tranquility of home wash over you, yet you were restless.

Your fingers reached into the pocket of your coat to pull out the cigarette Sukuna gave you, his number written on it. “Hm…”, you took off your coat, letting it fall next to you on the ground. “Should I really?” Flashes of the previous event came rushing back into your mind – the way his fingers wrapped around your neck and his hot tongue pushing into your mouth. That kiss alone made you incredibly wet.

You saved his number under “Boss (Private)” and stared at the texting icon. It would be so easy and besides, it's just a text. He couldn’t fuck you over phone anyway.

Hello, this is y/n.

Eager little girl. Texted me as soon as you came home?

Dumbfounded, your eyes analyzed his (instant) reply. 

Don’t worry, princess. Not judging you. Bet your pussy is still wet. My cock didn’t go soft either.

Excuse me? This is highly unprofessional.

No, me fucking you bend over your workdesk would be highly unprofessional. Answer me: Is your pussy still wet, little one?

You should've known that it would end up like this. You shouldn’t reply. You should tell him that this is inappropriate. Remind him that you are his secretary and some may deem this interaction as unethical and not to forget that you are years younger than him. Why was it so hard to stop though?

Yes, Mr. Sukuna.

From now on you call me daddy.

Yes, daddy.

The sudden ring of your phone shattered the atmosphere. Surprised, you glanced at the screen to see a Facetime call flashing urgently. Sukuna was calling you. The surprise sent a jolt of excitement coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you. nervous anticipation fluttered in her chest like a caged bird. For a moment, uncertainty swirling in your mind. With a deep breath, you accepted the call, your heart pounding in your ears. The familiar face that greeted you was enough to send a surge of desire coursing through your body. Despite your nerves, the thrill of your virtual connection stirred something primal within you, heightening your senses and leaving you longing for more.

“Wish you could see your face right now. You look like a needy slut, princess”, Sukuna snickered. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way, exposing his upper-body. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw it. He had–

“Like my tattoos, huh?”

“I-I just didn’t know that you had any.”

Smirking his finger traced the black lines across his chest. His phone was probably leaning against something cause you could see almost everything up to his knees. Even the way he was sitting, his legs spread and a hand wide on his thigh, screamed dominance and sent shivers down your spine.

“Wanna see more of you, baby, put your phone somewhere. I need to see your face and what’s between your legs. Can you do that for daddy?”

Every bit of self-control and resistance left your body as soon as he called himself daddy. It’s no wonder that every woman and man wanted him buried deep inside their guts.

“Yes, daddy”, a simple good girl fell from his lips as he watched you propping your phone on the table in front of you against a water bottle. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect, princess. You’re such a good slut for daddy, aren’t you”, Sukuna’s hand, which was previously on his thigh, was now on his crotch, grabbing onto his hard on, “Undress, baby girl.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. With a subtle yet deliberate motion, you reached behind your back, fingers deftly finding the tiny buttons that held your blouse together. With each successive button undone, the fabric began to loosen, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the soft skin beneath. As you slipped the blouse and bra off your shoulders, a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine, the cool air caressing your exposed flesh. In that moment, you felt an exhilarating rush of vulnerability, a silent declaration of self-assurance and desire. You weren’t going to stop now so you silently took your skirt off, wiggling it off your hips. The only thing you were wearing now was your thong.  And Sukuna’s eyes were sitting on you the whole time, taking in every little detail. Your trembling hands, your moles and freckles, everything.He could feel himself almost bursting through his pants. At first he wanted to make you beg to see his cock but he was hard ever since you crawled over to him. Swiftly he unzipped his pants, just to give his cock a bit more space.

"Obedient little slut. Look at you, just taking your clothes off, obeying my words. Makes me want to ruin you even more, little one.”

The plan to forever reject him and never succumb to him was already forgotten. How could you ever reject him when he gets your pussy this wet?

“...I’m your slut, daddy”, it was a mere whisper but Sukuna heard every word.

Growling he pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was massive. Sukuna spit in his hand before he wrapped his rough hand around his shaft. Your eyes felt like they were bulging out of your sockets. His cock would destroy you, fill you up completely and turn you into a whimpering bitch in heat. YOu were certain of that.

“Come on, princess. Spread your legs for daddy, show me how wet your pretty pussy is”. His filthy mouth had you stifling a moan as you lifted one leg to rest against the back cushions of the chair and spread the other so that your foot rested on the floor. 

“Li-like this, daddy?” God, this was embarrassing and extremely hot at the same time. 

“Yes, baby, just like this”, he stroked his cock from tip to base, the other hand now palming his balls. “Now lick your fingers and rub that clit for daddy. Bet you wanted me to do that back at the bar, huh?”

You did as instructed, dragging the tips of your index and middle fingers across your tongue slowly before lowering them to your pussy, seeking your clit. Instantly your legs began to twitch – he was right, you wanted this all along.

“That’s it, little one. Fuck, imagine it being my tongue. I should’ve played with that sweet cunt after you crawled to my feet like the dirty slut you are.”

Breathy moans filled the air around you, your pussy clenching, yearning for something big to stuff it.

“Daddy…fuck, daddy”, Sukuna was still stroking his cock as he took in the alluring sight on his phone, “G-good…feels so good, Daddy.”

“Look at my cock, baby. I’m imagining that cute mouth wrapped around my fat dick. Like that, slut?”

“Yes, daddy, yes. I love it, daddy.”

His hand twisted around his tip, pre-cum leaking already. “Squeeze your tits, pinch your nipple,” he growled.  “That’s my fuckin’ teeth, slut. I can see your naughty pussy clenching through the screen. You need something in there, right? I should be pounding into that cunt, take what’s mine.”

“Please”, you started to beg, primal urges taking over you, “Please let me put a finger in, daddy.”

“Shove those fingers inside.  As many as you can fit. Tough it would never compare to me pushing my dick in that tight cunt of yours. You think you can take this cock, huh?”

Finally you pushed your fingers inside. Your pussy was wet enough that your fingers met no resistance at all. “Y-yours…yours is too big. Would break me.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. My cock would fucking break you, fuck you real good, make you my personal fucktoy. Look at me, slut!”

Sukuna was pumping his dick to the same speed as you were fingering your cunt. This was driving you insane. He demanded you to pick up the speed, both of you did.

“Keep fuckin’ that pussy.  Yeah, just like that.  Go faster.  Use your other hand – rub that clit again. Tell daddy how much you want his cock.”

“Want–Want daddy’s cock…I want daddy to–to fuck my slutty little pussy, please. Need daddy’s cock.”

Sukuna could feel his climax coming, his balls pulsating, something building up inside him. If only you were in front of him, begging for him to ram into you and choke you while you whimpered and cried for sweet, sweet release.

“How far are you, princess?”

You couldn’t reply with words, only strangled cries as you climbed higher.  You hooked your fingers to drag across your g-spot, fucking yourself so hard that the squelching sounds could probably be heard from beyond the door.  Your cunt contracted around my fingers once, hard.  “Ahh…cl–close, daddy.”

“Shit, me too,” he groaned.  “Fucking look at me when you cum, slut.”   Sukuna started stroking his cock faster and faster while he continued to massage his balls.  You swirled faster and harder as you pumped your fingers in and out of your wet cunt.  

“Oh fuck daddy!” you cried, rolling your eyes back to his face as you felt your muscles tense. 

“Good girl,” he breathed, looking directly into your eyes.  “Cum for me. Do it.”

And, then the tension and pressure released all at once, making you scream “daddy” as the waves rippled through your body.  Your cunt clenched your fingers rhythmically and you continued to finger yourself through the aftershocks.  

“Fuck – shit, here it comes!” Sukuna moaned seconds before thick white ropes of his cum spurted from his cock to land on his stomach as he bucked up into his hand roughly.  “Fucking finally.”

Moments later you were still panting as Sukuna gave you one last order before ending the call.

“Don’t wear any underwear tomorrow at work and come in early.”

[blkkizzat]

KALIIIIIII !!!! tell me ab ur self ships 😋

Vegas!!! Omigosh aaahhh! No one ever asks me about my selfships! ty pookies! So we got:

Chojili [CHO-JI-LEE] (Choso x Toji x Me polyship): ‘Daddy & Baby’ fic I wrote was 100% selfship that I just made x reader. I know this is such an odd pairing to have together in a polyship but even though it seems crazy it fits well like a puzzle.

We each are getting something out of it/compensating for something the other is missing.

Toji after his wife died is still pretty broken years later so while he does want love, he can’t articulate that well and doesn’t like the pressure of a monogamous relationship. He also can’t really have a stable one with his line of work. With Choso in the mix he doesn’t feel as bad as being emotionally unavailable or gone for periods of time because Choso more than over compensates with displays of affection. Megumi (who is in high school in this timeline) thinks we are actually helping his dad slowly be less of a degenerate lmfao.

Choso in turn feels less guilt for not being as competent navigating the world living as a human. He wants to provide but he can't have a normal job, etc feels bad he relies on me so much when he doesn’t know how to do something. With Toji in the picture he doesn't have to do as much now cause I’ll just nag Toji to do it LOL! They’re both so opposite that neither one really gets jealous of the other (although Toji loves to tease/bully Choso for being a 'pussy whipped emo boy'). 

As for me? Well I get the best of both worlds as I have a strong urge to be dominated by daddy as much as I want to be mommy and bby gyal a man until he cries 💕

Next....

Kunali [KU-NA-LEE] (Sukuna x Me): So I wrote about this in the True Form Sukuna Drabble based off request actually haha. The request was just for riding Sukuna’s stomach but I added in a little sprinkle of my own (toxic) selfship. The tea is I end up being some modern concubine to Sukuna after making a binding vow that I’d do whatever he wanted if he spared Gojo who is my fiance (in my Canon-AU he didn’t get marked down to 50% off by that world splitting cleave, infinity was just broken lol). So it's definitely an enemies to lovers scenario, minor stockholm syndrome and very slow burn but I cannot tell you how much this situation ate at my brain UP. I would have actually wrote a larger fic about it but it's so angsty and slow burn in be like 10+ chapters and my head would explode lol. 

I do have a far healthier selfship of me and Sukuna that I wrote about in the halloween fluff fic I did (I love that Canon-AU of mine cause nobody dies lmfao. Sukuna is just kind of a permanent antagonist lol). I know a lot of TF!Sukuna selfships are heian era or non-canon AU but I think it would be super funny to be with him as he adjusts to the modern world.

Other than that I have far less developed ones I haven’t really worked out yet lol. I do have a couple of crack selfships lmfao one where me and Toji (and eventually Choso) live with about 3 dozen raccoons that he has trained to do his bidding (based off this tiktok) that i developed with @ryomens-vixen and @littlemochabunni lol if you ever hear us talking about raccoons its probably related to that LOL!

ahh i rambled too much haha sry!

[sondepoch]

Tokyo Riding (2/3)

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Sukuna/Reader + Gojo/Reader

TAGS: dom!Gojo, implied power dynamics, riding, smut, overstimulation, short refractory period, safe sex (condom) but unsafe driving practices

WORD COUNT: 7.6k

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST || prev. part

One night. One banquet. One car. Three shots of vodka, and two hot men who make you feel completely different things. A chance to go joyriding in Tokyo will change everything, and it’s up to you to either join in on the drive or be left in the dust.

In which:

Sukuna is your sugar daddy, and he’s been neglecting you.

Gojo is not neglecting you, and he is very horny.

Sukuna is very horny, very angry, and very much in denial.

Chapter Title: vroom vroom plus bitch gets fucked

Chapter Summary: Gojo is not neglecting you, and he is very horny.

Tokyo feels different when you’re moving one-hundred miles per hour, music blasting in your ears, knees shaking from thrill and fear and adrenaline.

There’s something exhilarating about it: the fact that the speed limit was abandoned thirty miles ago, that the police might catch the two of you at any second, that the person whose car you stole this from might track you down, that this night can end at any second, any time, and the two of you won’t even realize it because you’re moving too fast to look anywhere but straight ahead. 

Sukuna wouldn’t approve of this, you know.

He likes you kept safe and sound within his penthouse apartment with twelve layers of security that not even his assistants are granted access past, likes you resting peacefully in his cushioned bed with soft, fluffy pillows, likes you away from other people and away from the real world—all because you’re too breakable a toy for him to let anyone else touch you.

Gojo doesn’t seem to care about any of that.

“Faster?” he asks, grinning. You love and hate the way he keeps his eyes on you as he asks that, not even bothering to stay focused on the road because he knows the thrill comes from the unexpected, the unknown. 

“Faster,” you say, breathless, and your body is lurched backward as the needle on the speedometer tips towards its upper limit.

You had the fortune of selecting a sports car, Gojo told you. You were lucky enough to select the best possible car for joyriding, one that even Gojo hasn’t had the opportunity to test on the road.

Why not? Don’t you have access to sports cars from your…um… (You remember searching for a better than ‘sugar daddy’ since you were too unsure of Gojo’s relationship with the Nanami Kento he was talking about earlier.) 

Of course I do. But joyriding is pretty dangerous, sweetheart. I’d be in some real trouble if I wrecked a sports car, Gojo said.

At the time, you let it slide.

Now, though, you can’t help but wonder how many cars Gojo has already wrecked.

“Satoru,” you whisper, now comfortable with saying his first name after he’s corrected you so many times. 

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

The man turns to you and grins that toothy smile you’ve already started to fall in love with—and you’re abruptly struck with how similar it is to Sukuna’s own arrogant smile, crooked at the side and bordering into a smirk in the exact same way.

You force the thought from your mind, telling yourself that Sukuna isn’t here, that he’s back in that stupid banquet hall with other girls he likes better than you. 

You had something to say to Gojo, but your brain is empty now.

“Go faster” is all you can think to say, praying that your thoughts of Sukuna will be left in the dust as well.

But it doesn’t work.

The more you try to force Sukuna from your mind, the more you think about him: the way he’d always burrow his head into your neck in the morning because the sunlight was too bright, the softness of his smile whenever he’d come home to the penthouse to see you waiting behind the front door, how he, a man practically double your size with his toned muscles, would cling to you whenever he got a little tipsy because he wanted to see nothing but your body, feel nothing but your touch, think of nothing but you.

Your lip begins to tremble.

You don’t know when things went wrong. It was never really about money for Sukuna, you know—but could he have been turned off by the fact that it was for you? Does he still think that you’re only entertaining him because of how much he pays you? Does he think you only care about his wallet rather than him?

Tears build in your eyes.

You’ve never been clear about actually appreciating him. Does Sukuna view you as the same as all the other golddiggers he’s turned away?

Horror builds in your heart.

You despised Sukuna in the beginning for his arrogant demeanor and assholish tendencies, only agreeing to be with him because he fucked you good and he was wealthy enough to support you better than you could hope to on your own.

Are you a golddigger?

“Oh god,” you whisper, panic crossing your face. This whole time, you were upset that Sukuna was pushing you away…but could you have been putting him off from the very beginning? Were you really nothing more than a cocksleeve for him? A good pussy, and nothing more?

Your fingers tremble.

This was never supposed to be anything other than a mutually beneficial relationship, but you can’t help but feel like you’re starting to like Sukuna for more than just his benefits. But is that allowed? Does he want that? Could he be pushing you away because he’s figured out that you’re starting to like him for more than his cock and cash?

“Hey.”

An uncharacteristically serious voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You blink and suddenly realize that the car has rolled to a total stop near a highway streetlight. The music has been cut. Gojo is looking at you, sunglasses lifted to his forehead, and genuine concern is written in the creases of his eyebrows.

“Hey,” he repeats, gentle. He doesn’t touch you. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I need to call—”

“Sweetheart, you look terrified. You’re…” Gojo reaches a hand out to catch one of your tears before it can fall. His thumb glistens like his diamond studs when he brings it away. “What’s wrong? Am I going too fast? Do you want me to take us back?”

“No—I mean, maybe—I mean…”

Fear washes over your mind. Does Sukuna even care that you’re gone? Has he even noticed?

“I don’t know…”

You sink your head. 

Things were going so well, earlier: this ride was exhilarating and intoxicating wrapped up in one. Your mind finally shut down and all the bad feelings that washed over you when Sukuna left three weeks ago vanished. It was the best you’d felt in a long, long time, and…

“I’m trying to forget something,” you sniff, drawing your knees closer together and looking away. “But I can’t.”

Gojo remains quiet for a moment. Then, he sighs.

“Trying to forget, huh?” He sighs, pulling his sunglasses off entirely. “I…I can help you with that. If you want.”

You tilt your head at the man. 

Is that an offer to fuck you?

Your eyes skim over him, top to bottom. Normally, you’d feel like he’s out of your league with how beautiful he is, but you’re also dressed to impress tonight. While your eyeliner may have been smudged by your tears, you know that you, too, must look impeccable.

“Okay,” you say, thinking that maybe all you need to forget Sukuna is to be dicked down by another man. His possessive rules forbidding you from doing so are forgotten. “Okay, Satoru, I—”

“Good. Switch places with me.”

Satoru smirks that cocky little smirk—and it reminds you of just half an hour ago, where you thought he was about to fuck you when he pulled you out of the banquet, only to take you joyriding.

“Satoru, what are you—”

“You’re gonna go riding, baby.” Gojo grins. “And you’re gonna go so fast you forget whatever it is that’s worrying your pretty little head.”

You sigh.

Gojo Satoru is a man you’ll never understand. Forget sex, his mind functions on a completely different wavelength than yours.

“Satoru, I can’t drive,” you say. “I already told you this. I’ve never—”

“It’s okay, doll,” Gojo says, patting his lap. You start to understand what he wants to happen. “I’ll be right here to correct you if anything goes wrong.”

And you’d doubtlessly complain more about the raw idiocy of this idea, but Gojo’s arms are long and strong, and he pulls you into his lap within seconds, one hand resting on your thigh as the other interlaces with your fingers on the wheel.

“This is stupid,” you say, squirming on his lap. You don’t miss how he sucks in a breath when your ass grinds down. “I can’t even reach the pedal—”

“Of course you can,” Gojo says, and you don’t need to look back to know he’s grinning. His hand slides down your bare legs (and you’re abruptly grateful that you took time to moisturize before coming to this banquet), and then he latches his fingers around the heels you’re wearing, tugging them off. 

Your feet feel free now that the heavy leather is off, but it somehow makes you feel even more exposed.

“Come on, doll. Reach. You can touch the pedal, yeah?”

And sure enough, when you arch your foot down, body squirming gently against Gojo’s groin, you come into contact with what you know to be the acceleration pedal. 

Without a moment of hesitation, you push your toe down.

Hard.

Then, the two of you are back to speeding down the highway, 

Gojo is still doing all the work. Your leg can’t quite reach the brake pedal, and it’s all you can do to press harder and harder on the acceleration. Your grip on the steering wheel, too, is glorified: your two hands do nothing compared to the confident steering of Gojo, who guides the racecar around curves at top speed with a single palm. 

“This is dangerous!” you call, barely audible over the loud roaring of the engine. “What if—what if we see another—”

“Baby,” Gojo growls into your ear, so close that you have to hear it. The deepness of his voice reminds you of Sukuna, reminds you of sex, reminds you of the wetness that’s starting to pool between your thighs. “Look around. It’s just us and the road.”

And truly, Gojo brings the us in that statement to life.

Your bodies start to mold together, Gojo’s free hand massaging your thighs sweetly. He pulls you closer against his waist, filling whatever space might have previously lied between your bodies, and you can feel his slow breathing, steady and sensual, against the thin fabric wrapped around your back.

“Satoru…” you whisper when he squeezes your thigh. Your brain is beginning to slow, mind giving way to body as Gojo gets closer and closer to the spot between your thighs. “What are you...”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and grins when you don’t answer. A kiss is laid against your shoulder. “Good girl. Just focus on the road.”

But when Gojo finally hands control over to you, releasing his grip on the steering wheel and trusting that you’ll handle it all, it’s impossible to just focus on the road—because when his hand disappears from the wheel, it reappears between your thighs, and you’re obsessed with the way his fingers are stroking your legs.

“This dress is so tight on you,” Gojo hums, teasing his digits beneath the fabric. “Is it the first time you’re wearing it?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, legs instinctively spreading as Gojo’s fingers start pulling them apart. Your foot, previously pressed against the acceleration pedal, pulls back, but the car keeps going. 

“Do you like it?” Gojo continues, and you’re confused until he catches the strap of your dress between his teeth to tug at it.

“N-not really,” you confess, mind started to go fuzzy. Gojo’s massaging your thighs now, and you’re starting to get so wet that it’ll seep down onto his trousers. “Just wore it b’cause I had to. Didn’t—oh—”

You gasp as Gojo licks a strip along your neck, his hot tongue brushing by a particularly sensitive spot. 

“Didn’t—didn’t get to—to pick it—out!”

Your grip on the steering wheel tightens as you veer the car to the right to prevent yourself from crashing. Your body is unbelievably responsive right now. Perhaps it’s the fact that Sukuna didn’t allow you to cum for the three weeks of his business trip? The fact that he never gave you a proper orgasm upon his return? 

“Hmm…so you won’t mind if I rip your dress?” Gojo hums.

“No, please—” you gasp, hips bucking down. The car jerks forward as Gojo presses harder on the acceleration in return. “Please, do whatever you want, please just touch—”

“Good.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Gojo rips the fabric of your already-short dress in the middle until there’s a slit stretching all the way to your belly button.

You gasp as it happens, a protest already leaving your lips when Gojo’s deft fingers then pick up the two folds of fabric around the slit and lift them to peek inside—

“Wow,” he whispers into your ear, his head tilted down. “No underwear, huh, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flush. Instinctively, you know this is wrong. You came to this banquet without underwear for Sukuna in hopes that it would tempt him into fucking you. This dress, too, was selected by the man himself, and you know he’d be furious to learn that you not only allowed it to get ripped but practically encouraged Gojo to do so—

But then you think of how neglectful Sukuna’s been towards you as of late, and you decide that it’s time you put him out of mind.

“Satoru,” you whisper, turning to him. It never occurs to you that you’re still gripping the wheel, that you should be watching the road. “Satoru, touch me.”

“Ah, right,” he chuckles, meeting your heady gaze. “You’re still trying to forget that something, aren’t you?”

He grins a boyish grin that’s familiar in a way you can’t quite place, and then he brings his cherry pink lips to yours, kissing you long and deep over your shoulder. 

He presses down harder on the acceleration, the car jerking forward, and it forces you to pay attention to the road as his arms snake around your body, squeezing the flesh around your stomach, groping the skin by your thighs, dipping his fingers between your legs and toying with your pussy. “You look good, baby,” Gojo whispers into your ear. The road is forgotten to his mind, the high speed of the car nothing but a byproduct to how hard Gojo is pressing down to distract from the buildup in his groin. “Can’t believe I waited this long. Wanted to fuck you the second I saw you.”

“Yeah?” you say as he starts nibbling at your neck. A gasp spills past your lips as he circles your cunt, dipping a finger inside. “Wanted to fuck you too, Satoru. We didn’t need to do this in a car—oh—we—we—we could’ve just gone upstairs—”

“There’s nothing fun about that,” Gojo whispers, chuckling breathily. The sound makes you even wetter, and he slips a second finger inside. “And it’s a crime for a pretty girl like you to be kept all mopey on a barstool. I knew the second I saw you that I needed to put some fun in your life.”

“Your fun is dangerous,” you gasp.

“Nah it’s,” Gojo presses down on a particularly spongy spot inside you, and your vision flickers. “Exciting.”

Words beyond that point are impossible. It’s all you can do to cling to the wheel, desperately praying that the road continues to remain empty, that the highway remains straight, that you can continue to place minimal attention on the tar pavement to focus on how good Gojo’s fingers feel as they start curling in and out of you. He’s forgotten that that two of you are in a car, now pressing down on the acceleration at maximum speed, and he’s suckling at your neck a baby, obnoxious and loud as he sucks hickeys into you with the blunts of his teeth, mindless and devoted as he grinds against your ass.

“Right there,” you whisper, eyes struggling to remain open when his thumb begins rubbing circles into your clit. “Yes, Satoru, just like that, please—”

He adds a third inside, and now he’s pumping his fingers inside you like they’re a cock, grinning into your neck as you grind down.

“Feels good, yeah?” he whispers, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. He licks the shell of it. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Inside this stolen car like a cheap bitch? While we’re driving?”

“Yes, Satoru, m’gonna—can’t—wait—”

Gojo forces your body to twist as he captures you in a hot and heavy kiss, cherry pink lips overwhelming you with how deeply they suck you in, almost as if his mouth is a void that’s pulling you in, as if his kisses are the gateway to hell and he’s Satan, tempting you deeper inside.

You can’t control the steering wheel like this, and it jerks to the side when Gojo forces you to turn around so abruptly, so he jerks it back into place to stop you from crashing into the metal railings.

That jerk, the motion of the car swerving back into place, is what pushes you over the edge.

For a single second, Gojo’s long fingers are shoved even deeper inside you than they’d been before, his calloused thumb pressing down a tad harder than what you’d normally be comfortable with, and the feeling shoots electricity down your body as Gojo continues to kiss you, continues to grind up against you, continues to fuck you on his fingers the way you’ve wanted for so long.

As you come down from your high, so too does the car.

It feels surreal as the vehicle slows down, and you can’t tell if it’s the aftershocks of the orgasm or the effect of moving so fast that your entire body tingles when he’s rolled to a stop beneath a streetlamp, your whole body twitching and sensitive.

“Fuck,” Gojo whispers, pulling back from you. His lips are plumper now, swollen from a bite you must have given in your high delirium. “I was gonna wait, but I can’t sweetheart. You’re too hot.”

He manhandles you around so that you’re facing him, his blazer slipping off to reveal strong arms that support your body weight effortlessly. He lifts you by your knees until you’re straddling his lap, resting the curve of your back laid against the steering wheel, and you have to admire how Gojo is so tall and lean that even with you sitting on his thighs, his shoulders tower over yours, over the car seat.

“God,” he mumbles, pressing his thumb down on your puffy pussy. It’s still exposed, the flaps of your dress pushed up to your stomach.

“You’re stunning.”

He runs his hand along your cunt, gathering slick on his hand and then bringing it to the light. The two of you stare at it together, mesmerized by how his hand glistens, not just damp but soaked with how wet he’s made you.

“Wow.”

For the first time since you met him, the two of you are frozen.

The car is rolled to a stop.

The Tokyo lights around you are too far off to disturb the stillness.

The music is off, the banquet is forgotten, the world has come to a standstill, and there are no flourishes to paint false exhilaration into your veins as you stare at Gojo and his thumb, wondering what he’ll do. You don’t know when your heart began beating so fast, but it slows down as your eyes flit to Gojo’s thumb, Gojo, Gojo’s thumb, and then again Gojo. You can’t help but wonder what he’ll do with it: will he be like Sukuna and lick your slick all away? Or will he be like your past lovers, stuffing his fingers into your mouth and returning your essence to your own body?

The spell breaks as Gojo leans forward.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers and smearing his glistening thumb along your lips before capturing you in another intoxicating kiss.

It’s mesmerizing. You can taste yourself on his tongue, can taste the way he seems to hunger for more of that same flavor by searching for it in your mouth, and the feeling alone is enough to leave you lightheaded, dizzy.

It’s terrifying. You can feel his palm moving, unbuckling his pants, and you have no idea how you’ll be able to last an entire night of Gojo when just his fingers have you so affected.

It’s amazing. You’re finally forgetting what it was that drove you into Gojo’s arms, what had you sitting teary-eyed at a bartop one hour ago, what had you risking everything for a single reckless experience to take you away from it all.

It’s Gojo, and he’s pulling back with that charming grin on his face, his eyes shamelessly taking in the heavy pant to your chest, the swollen pout to your lips, the slick that’s dripping down your thighs onto his slacks and how you’re only getting wetter with each passing second.

“Fuck me, Satoru,” you whisper as soon as he gets his cock out.

He kisses you again, deep and intoxicating and violent.

Then, he’s focused on himself.

Gojo pumps his cock once, twice, and scrambles for a condom. He opens his wallet, his pocket, his back pocket and—

“Glove compartment,” you say before Gojo can blurt out that he doesn’t have a condom, and he doesn’t question how you know it’s there, simply darting behind your back to pull one out and wrapping the latex around his long pink cock.

“I don’t have lube,” he whispers, a hand dropping to your thighs. “Should—should I finger you more? Or—”

“Please just put it in,” you blurt, lifting your hips automatically. You don’t care how desperate it makes you look; all that matters is that there’s a delicious cock sitting in front of you, tall and flushed and dripping with precum, and you want it inside now. 

“Okay,” Gojo whispers, stealing another short kiss from your lips. “Okay, sweetheart. Tell me if it’s too much.”

And you thought his kisses were intoxicating, but as Gojo slips inside of you, you’re convinced that this is heaven.

The two of you moan in unison: you, at finally being filled by something proper after weeks of abandonment; him, at finally sinking inside a piece of meat he’s been eyeing since he saw you. Your eyes flutter shut and your body gravitates closer to Gojo, your pretty tits pressing up against his chest, and you pull yourself down for the final few inches, taking the lead as you grip his shoulders. 

Then, everything jerks forward.

A yelp spills past your lips the second you realize what’s happening, an involuntary surge of wetness flooding out from your cunt, and the speed of the car jerks you up on Gojo’s lap, practically forcing you to ride the man.

“G-Gojo you’re—you’re—the car—”

“Feels too good,” Gojo groans, jerking his hips up. Fear surges through your heart, and you realize that his head is buried in your neck, nibbling and biting hickeys into your skin, that Gojo isn’t even watching the road as his foot weighs heavily against the accelerator.

“Move your foot,” you babble, fingers lifting to pull his head from your nape. “You’re gonna crash, it’s going too fast, you’re gonna kill us both—”

“The only thing that’ll kill me,” Gojo grumbles, and he bites down harder against your neck, mouthing at a mark that’ll be with you for weeks, “Is you if you don’t let me fuck you.”

And the phrasing of that is too similar for it to be coincidence, too similar for it to be chance—and your mind darts to the first few times you slept with Sukuna, how his hand was always gripped harshly around something to help him control himself as he'd ravage your cunt. It’s the reason why the post of your old bed frame cracked, the reason why bedsheets would always tear during sex, the reason why Sukuna had to drive you to the hospital the first time he held your hand during sex because he gripped it so hard that it was swollen the next day. 

Is Gojo the same?

Is he pressing his foot down on the accelerator to help him control himself? To stop from ruining you beyond repair? To keep you intact as you take a cock long enough to spear you in two?

“Gojo, let’s go to the backseat,” you whisper, starting to feel dizzy as you watch Tokyo pass you by in a blur. “This isn’t safe, it’s—it’s too—”

You’re cut off when the car bumps a little. It drives Gojo’s cock straight into one of those special spots inside you that have you seeing stars, seeing paradise, seeing pink—and the man takes that as his opportunity to take charge, using your horny body’s weakness to his advantage.

“The backseat is boring, doll,” Gojo says. His hands find the bottom of your thighs, coaxing you up—and even like this, you’re still smaller than him, his line of sight clear over your shoulder. “Tell you what,” he says, glancing up into your eyes. “I’ll drive safe and watch the road just for you, princess, but you have to do something for me in exchange.”

“What is it?” you whisper, mesmerized by his eyes. You almost don’t want him to look away.

The car jerks forward as Gojo starts moving even faster, and his lips curl upwards into an arrogant grin as his cock twitches inside of you. 

“Ride me.”

Something in you sings in agreement.

You drop your hips experimentally, so wet that his cock glides in even on the last few inches, and align yourself carefully. It’s not often that you take the lead in sex, and if Sukuna ever has you on top it’s because he’s the one bouncing you on his lip, hands wrapped around your waist to make it so you don’t have to put any effort in.

But Gojo and Sukuna aren't the same.

You hesitantly repeat your little bounce action, hoping that it's good enough, but Gojo is unimpressed:

“Aw, you’re not very experienced in this, are you?” His hips jerk upwards. “Well, that’s okay. I’ll teach you how to properly ride a man.”

And you don’t really understand when he means by teach, but when there’s a sharp slap to the bottom of your ass, your eyes light up with anger. 

“Why did you just—”

“Down,” Gojo says, and the word falls from his lips with such authority that you clench down on him. “You’ve gotta do this faster, sweetheart. It’s not even a challenge to pay attention to the road right now.”

Embarrassment warms your cheeks, but you take his words as a challenge. He thinks you’re a boring fuck? That it’s easy to be balls deep inside you and on the road?

You’ll show him.

You’ll make him crash this stupid little sports car.

A fire now lit under you, you ride Gojo faster. Harder. Better. His breath starts to hitch in your ear and his arms start to twitch. You watch his eyes flutter shut every now and then, and only when a quiet “fuck, princess” spills from his lips do you stop focusing on him to let yourself relax into the pleasure.

And it feels fucking good.

Your eyes flutter shut and you yourself in all the sensations. The hum of the car, roaring loud and clear but still sounding far away compared to Gojo’s quiet pants. The cool of the vent fan, keeping your nipples stiff and perky to contrast the warmth that Gojo brings. The friction of his slacks against your core, your little clit practically grinding up against him every time your hips lift, and the overwhelming pleasure you get whenever you come down.

You moan.

“Having fun there, sweetheart?”

Gojo looks at you and grins. His lips, glistening pink and pretty, have finally lost their sardonic edge, and the man’s cheeks are tinged pink. 

You can’t resist the urge. Atop his lap, propped up by his arms and his cock, you lean down to steal a kiss from him, long and hard, intense and deep.

Gojo kisses back but harder, his neck chasing you as you pull up. 

“S-Satoru,” you gasp as he starts nibbling at your bottom lip, practically devouring you as he leans forward. The gesture pushes you further and further back until your neck is pressed against the steering wheel, your pussy twitches around Gojo’s cock, whining over its inability to ride him like this.

You pout.

“What are you—”

“I let you have your fun,” Gojo says, placing a slender finger to your lips. “But you're still not very good at this. So let me take the lead, yeah?”

You blink.

The car slows.

As Gojo’s hands find the bottoms of your knees, you start to understand what’s happening.

“S-Satoru, you can’t—”

“I can and I will, princess,” Gojo growls, jerking your legs up in a single fluid motion until they’re hooked around his shoulder. The motion forces your body flush against his hips, drilling his cock deeper inside of you. It touches places even Sukuna has yet to touch, makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Your body, previously pressed against his own torso, is gently pushed backward until your head is against the wheel—and this new position has you practically split in half, legs lifted over your head as Gojo’s cock presses against you in an entirely new angle.

“Yeah, this is better,” he says, grinning. Two hands find their way next to your head, and you almost forget that they’re there to grip the steering wheel, instead feeling like he’s merely pinned you to a bed with his palms on either side of your face. 

Gojo leans forward, catching the low V of your dress between his teeth. Then, he pulls downwards until your tits have burst free.

“Perfection.”

The car picks up speed.

You aren’t surprised this time when the vehicle jerks forward. If anything, you relish in it. Gojo can see everything from this angle: you, the road, and his cock, drilling in and out of you as he bounces you in his lap.

It makes you feel safe, you realize, as he peppers your skin with kisses.

It makes you feel peaceful, you realize, as he presses down harder on the acceleration.

It makes you feel orgasmic, you realize, mind growing closer to a headspace you’ve been chasing for three weeks.

“Harder, Satoru,” you whisper, reaching up and tugging at his collar. 

Gojo blinks. 

“You…” he trails off, keeping his grip tight on the steering wheel as he brushes your jaw with his thumb. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

Gojo smiles. It’s a crooked smile, containing inside it all the calm in the world for a storm of terrifying magnitude, but you don’t care. The wind is whipping past your car at over one-fifty miles per hour now, and Gojo is the storm, one you’ve willingly let into this vehicle, into your arms, into you. 

“Now I get why he chose you,” Gojo says, and before you can question who that he is, Gojo’s railing into you, emptying your brain as the last of your sense melts out of your wet, wet pussy.

Oh, you think the second his body starts moving. Oh, this is why he’s so cocky.

Gojo’s fucking you like Sukuna—something you didn’t think could ever be possible. His cock, thinner than you’re used to but also longer, prods along all your sensitive spots without pattern; your toes are constantly curling from how different bouts of pleasure come bursting between your legs, how there’s no predictability to his thrusts, how every time you relax into Gojo’s pleasure, he startles you with something different, something unique, something wet.

“S-Satoru,” you whine as he starts sucking at your nipples. 

“The road is straight,” he says quickly, teeth fastening to one bud. “No cars, either. We’re not gonna crash.”

“Not that,” you moan, almost embarrassed now at how you’re barely even thinking about the road anymore, about your safety. “It’s…I…um…”

Words stick like honey in the back of your throat as Gojo continues suckling at your tits, groping them like an overzealous kid, but your need to warn him increases.

“I—I’m—”

Embarrassment washes over your features as Gojo understands what you’re trying to say.

He laughs, short and condescending.

“Already? Sweetheart, it’s been seconds—”

But it doesn’t matter that he’s been fucking you for less than a minute, that he’s probably never had a girl cum so embarrassingly quick on him: you’ve been teetering over the edge for a long time, and Gojo just manhandled you over it. 

And now, you’re about to fall.

Instinctively, your hands move.

It’s a habit cultivated by months of fucking Sukuna: to reach for your partner’s hand, to intertwine your fingers together, to kiss palms before cumming—but Gojo isn’t Sukuna, and he doesn’t know what you’re doing, so as he drills his cock deeper and deeper into you, you end up grabbing his wrists and burrowing your face into them, hiding, whimpering and—

You hit your high, ecstasy overwhelming you all at once. It's the moment you've been waiting for from the moment you bade Sukuna farewell for his business trip, the moment you were hoping to share with the pink-haired man, the moment your body has been seeking out on its own since you stuffed that sorry dildo inside you earlier this afternoon when Sukuna refused to help. It's all-encompassing, soul-crushing, mind-numbing, and every thought goes out of your mind as you quiver in Gojo's arms, losing yourself in the raw feeling of finally receiving a pleasure that's been deprived to you for weeks.

“Are you crying?”

Above you, Gojo laughs, and you swear the car inches faster as he gets more excited.

“Feels too good,” you whimper, all sense starting to fade out of you as your mind gives way to your pussy, and you clamp down harder around Gojo’s cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Hell. Hell! Sukuna found himself such a fun little toy!” Gojo cackles.

“W-wait,” you whisper, tugging at Gojo’s sleeve. Your head lolls to the side, and there’s a heaviness in your brain. Lustful fog obscures all though, and all you can do is speak your mind: honestly, earnestly, and oh so sweetly. “Satoru, need a break. ‘s too s-sensitive.”

“Too sensitive?” Gojo coos, grinning. You can’t put your finger on it, but there’s something taunting in his voice. “And you want me to stop making myself feel good so you can relax a bit?”

“Mhm,” you slur, and you lean your head against Gojo’s arm. 

Relief washes over you as his cock grows still inside you.

“Oh, thank you, Satoru. Felt so good—so good—but need a break. Your cock is so good. Wanna stay here forever, Satoru, wanna get fucked forever. After a break. But it’s so good, wanna—”

“You’re the cutest thing,” Gojo says, and he strokes your cheek. Something gets quieter, and the dizziness of your head lightens a tad. “Who would’ve thought a smart girl like you gets all dumb over cock? Did Sukuna train that into you? Or am I just that good?”

“It’s—”

“You’re a bit lazy, though. Letting me do all the work, driving and fucking. Didn’t even offer to suck me off after I worked so hard prepping you.”

“I’m sor—”

“So sweet, though. Your eyes look pretty when you’re not thinking. You know that, sweetheart? Your eyes are all nice and empty. Stupid and slutty. It’s the look other bitches get while they’re cumming, not after. But you’re special, aren’t you?”

“Thank—”

“I wish you could see yourself, doll. Cock hungry, dress torn, crying and drooling. I wanna take a picture, babe, because I could die happy after seeing this. Wanna know why, sweetheart?”

“Wh—”

“‘Cause you’re Sukuna Ryoumen’s girl.”

Gojo presses his lips to yours, and you whimper when the force of the movement pushes his cock deeper inside your sensitive, sensitive hole. 

“And I’m the one you’re choosing to fuck.”

Then, the mercy ends.

All at once, the overwhelming sensations return. The dizziness. The sound. Gojo’s dick, railing in and out of you with no care for the fact that you need more time to relax into this, no care for the fact that your pleasure is clouded.

But your mind focuses on something else.

“S-Satoru,” you whimper, writhing away from him. “Satoru, I never told you Sukuna’s name, I never—”

“Are you that stupid?” Gojo asks, expression wild, and you don’t know whether to be relieved or offended because the question “He’s a business partner, princess. I’ve been working with him longer than you’ve known his last name.”

“Wait,” you mumble, “You told me you were a sugar baby like me, you told me—”

Gojo laughs again, and you hate how another thrust from him pries a moan from your lips. 

“Dumb slut. I let you think I was whatever you wanted because it was easier for me that way. “

“Easier?” Betrayal floods your heart. You found a sense of companionship with Gojo, a sense of kinship. There was a rare trust in your heart for the man after (falsely) discovering he was a sugar baby like you, and the only reason you left with him so readily was that you thought he was the antithesis of Sukuna, a polar opposite to the man you were with, someone who would never do anything half as cruel.

“Easier to do what?” you sob, and now the tears in your eyes are from hurt, from frustration, from pain. 

“This, princess.”

And Gojo starts fucking even harder.

You’re feeling so many emotions when he starts doing it—whatever it is that makes your mind go completely hazy—and it’s cathartic for you because when Gojo fucks you in earnest, everything disappears. The car. The sound of the car. Sukuna. Your feelings for Sukuna. Gojo. Your anger at Gojo.

All that remains is his cock and your cunt—and the thumb he’s using to grind harshly into your clit.

The treatment is harsh, animalistic. It’s chaotic and intense and mindnumbing, and you don’t realize how your ankles hook over Gojo’s shoulders, how you slip down on the steering wheel to bend your body deeper in half, how your mouth slacks open and you give up to give into it all.

Gojo’s watching. He notices everything: how you go from being so angry to so dumb, forgetting all grievances in favor of his dick.

He’s saying stuff you can’t hear.

“Look at my slutty little girl. Are you still crying? How cute.”

Thrust. Kiss. Thrust.

“You’ve got such a nice body, you know that, princess? So fucking hot.”

Pinch. Kiss. Thrust.

“Wish Sukuna could see this. That asshole talks to me like I’m filth, but I bet he doesn’t fuck you half as good as me.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

You don’t hear any of Gojo’s words, too overwhelmed with your own state. Your orgasms are melding together, Gojo’s hold on your hips so tight that you’re unable to pull away as you normally do, and you can’t tell where one feeling ends and another one begins.

“It’s too much,” you start whimpering again, and you search for Gojo’s hand desperately, trying to communicate to him that you’re truly nearing your limit now. 

“I get it, doll,” Gojo mutters, and that relieves you until you hear the next part: “But I’m close, baby. Just give me a little longer. I’m so close.”

Your eyes scrunch shut. Your body no longer feels like your own. You’re sweating and crying and drooling, and the thing which put you into this very position is still drilling into you at top speed, hitting spots inside you that must now be bruised from overuse. Gojo’s “close” means nothing to you, arbitrary and faraway, and what started off as a playful ride starts to feel overwhelming, terrifying.

“Satoru,” you whisper, tugging on his arm. “S-Satoru!”

“Fuck, baby! So close, just keep saying my name like that, keep—”

Even if Gojo hadn’t explicitly requested it, you think you would be babbling his name over and over again anyway because it’s the only thing left in that dumb, empty brain of yours. 

“Satoru,” you whisper, and your legs tense. You try to pull them closer to you, but they’re locked in place, held back by some kind of barrier. “Satoru,” you repeat, and now you’re trying to push away from him, afraid that you’re truly going to hit your limit. “Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Sa—” 

“Sweetheart,” Gojo whispers in a voice lighter than air, and that’s when you know he’s cumming.

The instinctive feeling is relief. It’s over. You didn’t hit your limit. You can rest in his arms, cuddle, relax, calm down from it all.

The next feeling is terror. It isn’t over. Gojo’s cum is filling up the condom inside of you, and the latex is rubbing against your already-sensitive insides, and—

It becomes too much.

“Satoru!” you wail, and your entire body convulses. It's too much, you're at your limit, this is over but your body is still wrapped up in the feeling of it all. Fingers twitch. Tears fall. You’re shaking and terrified and hurting and you just want this overwhelming feeling to fade, want to go home, want Sukuna—and the only way your body can react to those urges is to writhe back and forth, back and forth, desperately hoping that he'll understand.

And Gojo does understand.

There's a softness in his eyes, a quiet "it's over, sweetheart," that he whispers as his hold around you goes weak and his eyes glaze over with pleasure, but it isn't enough.

Gojo's gentle grip around your thighs means he's not holding you down.

And you're still writhing back and forth, back and forth. 

Something behind you moves.

“Babe,” Gojo whispers, in a voice so filled with horror that you know something is wrong, but your brain isn’t here. Your brain is one hundred miles away, abandoned ages ago when Gojo slid his cock inside you and began fucking you against the steering wheel. 

Oh god, you think, realization setting in.

The steering wheel.

You realize it too late: that your back is pressed up against it, that Gojo’s hands are wrapped around your body and can’t steady it, that the two of you are moving at top speed and the steering wheel is tilting.

Gojo reacts instantly.

You can feel the car break because it throws you forward into Gojo’s chest, and his arms wrap protectively around your back and your head to protect you from whatever might happen. Then, the car slows down successfully. There’s no crash. You feel safe, and happy, and adrenaline is powering through your veins—

And then you realize that no, the car is still moving, your perception of speed has just been so altered that this fast pace feels like you’re standing still, and an awful screeching sound fills your ears as the carside opposite to you and Gojo drags against the highway rails, lasting for long enough that you know this vehicle has been completely and utterly ruined.

Only when the sound stops do you open your eyes.

Only after you open your eyes and realize you’re not dead do you lean back.

Only after you lean back do you meet Gojo’s cocky, arrogant expression, and he’s already moved on.

“We’re safe,” Gojo whispers, and his hands are still wrapped protectively around you, your legs are still lifted up over his shoulder, and the position might be the most uncomfortable thing you’ve ever experienced in your life, but a different dread is enveloping you right now.

“We’re safe,” Gojo repeats, overjoyed. He’s in the afterglow of his orgasm, blue eyes bright with happiness, with exhilaration. “We did it. We did it! That was amazing, wasn’t it? I thought we were going to die for a second, but we made it, and—”

“The car,” you whisper, fear washing over you.

“What about it?” Gojo asks, laughing. There are tears in his eyes, and you realize that this very well might be the pinnacle of adrenaline for him. “Sweetheart, it’s just a vehicle. We just won’t return it to the banquet. The person who brought it won’t even notice—”

“They’ll notice,” you say.

Gojo shoots you a curious expression. 

“Who would—”

And then he understands: why you were so instantly drawn to this car when the two of you were in the valet parking lot, how you knew that there were condoms in the glove compartment, why you were constantly worried about the safety of the car for the duration of this trip.

You close your eyes and pray that Sukuna won’t be mad when he realizes what the two of you have done to his most prized sports car.

“Fuck,” Gojo whispers, and he’s right. 

There's a distant light on the highway, and you intuitively know who it is. There's a sizzling sound coming from behind you, and you know it means that this stunning transport has been damaged beyond repair. The faraway lights of Tokyo flicker at you, almost as if trying to cast you in their shadow of sympathy, but it's too late. Cock still inside you, airbag undeployed out of sheer dumb luck, body swollen and used and bruised, you are absolutely and unequivocally fucked. 

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Word Count: 7.6k

Notes: fun fact this fic was entirely inspired by me crashing my car one week ago...ig crashing is technically an exaggeration since it was just a scratch but im poor and dramatic so i cried about this for 4 days and getting some dick in that time period definitely would have helped. on a totally unrelated note, i am now broke therefore i will be opening commissions after this mini series finishes!

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MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS. | S.GOJO + R.SUKUNA.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: babysitting ryomen sukuna’s son, yuuji, has its perks— money comes easy and he lets you do whatever the hell you want...including fucking your boyfriend on duty. that’s only, of course, if you let him join in.

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: satoru gojo, ryomen sukuna x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 3.2K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED:   mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: college!au, babysitter!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! heavy smut, ( characters aged to twenties ), age gap, sukuna is in his fourties, reader and gojo are twenty-one,  dom!sukuna, dom!gojo, heavy!degredation, daddy!kink, slight!cucking,  dub-con, threesomes, oral sex ( female recieving ), impact play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, double penetration ( kinda ), unprotected sex, creampie.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: happy friday my lovelies!! i’m back with another wonderful commission from @pan-cakez who has allowed me to post!! this is my first time writing a full fic for JJK and it was super fun, so i hope you all enjoy!!

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

babysitting yuuji itadori was easy money.

he was a good kid, well behaved and full of energy—it had taken you years to nail a solid bedtime routine for him, although with him starting highschool...you had little need for silly cartoons and a warm glass of turmeric milk before bed. so babysitting him was easy money especially for a college student— all you had to do was keep him fed and make sure he’d done his homework.

the kid was practically old enough to take care of himself but you already knew why his father, ryomen sukuna, had kept you around for this long. 

sukuna was a dilf by all possible standards, a silver fox with a charming personality and cheeky quips that would have filled your tummy with butterflies if you weren’t already dating someone. you knew that whenever yuuji was dropped off at school, all parents stood a little straighter and smiled a little brighter to get sukuna’s attention.

not only was he built to the level of gods, bulking out any t-shirts he wore with a jawline that could cut gems rarer than diamonds— ryomen sukuna was the best boss you could ever ask for. he paid well, more than a sitter should probably earn, left money for food and sometimes booze if yuuji had an early bedtime. sukuna let you have whoever you wanted over, never a need to ask permission.

he worked late nights at his tattoo shop, black ink spiralled across his arms and his chest in all sorts of shapes, some even peeking out from between stray strands of strawberry pink hair. the times you interacted with him were pleasant, even when he looked down your top and stared at the curve of your tits mid-conversation.

not that you minded, sukuna was hot, you were hot and it meant that fresh hot cash was flowing into your bank account every week. 

you both were taking advantage of one another, you with the ridiculous money you made and sakuna with the stacks of mental porn he had from the sweet little college girl who babysat his kid.

it was a two way street. 

so you tried not to feel guilty for using this man, especially when you were filthy rich and getting fucked on his living room couch. 

“y’sure—fuck baby— you’re so fucking tight, ‘m not fuckin’ you ‘nough, am i?” your boyfriend, satoru gojo asks in a pant, as he pushes his dick, swollen and red through your honeyed folds and prods at your welcoming entrance. “y’so busy with this stupid kid these days—shit,” you straddle his lap, your arousal stained thighs pulled apart due to him spreading on the couch. you’re barely dressed—cotton panties pushed to the side and your shirt pulled up just enough so that your breasts spill against gojo’s chest. he’s hardly in a neater state than you, sweats and boxers hanging low and tucked under the base of his cock— his shirt thrown into the depths of the room, nowhere to be found. “y’sure we should be doing this?” 

satoru’s breath is warm, almost wet against your bare skin as his head drops to your shoulder to hide the rose blooms on his cheeks, silver hair ticking your chin. your hands, which had not been occupied before, walk their way up the plains of his milky and unblemished skin— aside from a beauty mark here or there. you pinch his flesh until it’s red, sighing in content when his hips jerk and nudge his cockhead into your sensitive walls, a strained whimper laying on the sheen of his lips.

he had always been a pain slut. 

smiling to yourself, your hands wander upwards, lazy circles among other shapes drawn onto the back of gojo’s neck, experimentally squeezing your cunt, running like a tap, down on your boyfriend. your hands resume their dance along to the white hairs that curl against the cusp of his neck, tugging on them. “sukuna won’t be back for hours, yuuji, so cute yet so dumb is sound asleep and you and i,” your breathless chuckle ends in a sweet moan when gojo bottoms out inside of you— his hips flush against yours and pelvis pushed  against your sticky clit. “are alone.” your pussy’s grip on him locks like a vice, lubing gojo up with what drips from your stretched hole. 

“oh yeah, you liked that, didn’t you baby? naughty, naughty, bitch,” satoru teases in a whisper, his sapphire eyes darting up to the side of your face, licking up sweat along your jawline as your body flashes with heat. his hips move slowly beneath yours, building up a rhythm planned meticulously to make you ache just for him, your cunt wet and spasming down on him again. “what about the old man? what if we get caught?” 

you’re light headed already, barely having worked for your pleasure as gojo’s girth pushes against the resistance of your drooling slit, eventually accommodating for his length like it always does—you manage to nod, lips parted in a shaky mewl. “love it toru, you know that, keep goin’,” you breathe, feeling like a rabbid college freshman as he picks up the pace, fucking into you until slow claps of skin on skin echoe throughout the dark living room. “you feel so good like that... if we get caught, let the old man watch he’s a dirty bastard ‘n he’d fucking like it— fuck satoru!” 

your boyfriend kneads your meaty ass, digging into the flesh as he drags you back and forth in his lap, the sheer length of his cock pressing against your cervix—pulsing needily against your walls. “moan my name, a little louder baby, you know i like to hear it,” a grin spreads against gojo’s pink lips, watching your face scrunch up and your head shake, your body collapsing like a temple under your arousal. “talk so dirty for someone with a mouth so pretty, bet the old man would love to stuff it,” 

satoru’s hands drop to your hips, holding you high as his own buck up to fill you with everything he’s got, giving you no room to breathe— you’re a rag doll in his lap, letting him fuck you until your pussy’s raw and all you can feel is gojo’s heavy balls against your bottom. 

“too bad, ain’t it baby? i don’t like to share,” 

responding is the last thing on your mind, especially when gojo pistons himself inside you like this— you can only take what he gives you, let his presence overwhelm you and drag you down into a dark abyss swirling with heated love.

lips drag across your collar bones, berry shades left in the wake of gojo’s poison kiss— love marks and proof in court that you are his and he is yours. you hug his head, burying your own soft lips in silver hair— closer isn’t close enough even with him, even with your bodies pressed against one another, your hips grinding in a passionate dance until your lower back hurts and you can feel the core of your boyfriend’s tummy moving with your own.

“satoru, toru, toru!” you cry, teeth clenched as he teases your bruised cervix, balls against your ass and sexes connected by milky strings of your arousal. 

he grips your cheeks between large hands, squishing them together until your eyes water and you’re gasping for air. “shut up, shuddap, shuddap—shit,” satoru groans, maybe even whimpers when you clamp down on his cock from harsh words. “you’re loud, nasty girl, you gotta be quiet…be quiet f’me okay? do you wanna get in trouble or do you wanna cum?” 

“cum,” you drawl, raunchy and breathless, letting your boyfriend take control of how you bounce on top of him— breasts brushing against his bare chest, mouth drooling as much as your abused slit and not a thought in your pretty little head. “wanna cum, toru!” 

gojo grins, arm snaking around your waist to smack your cunt from behind. “gonna make you cum, ruin the old man’s couch with your naughty lil pussy, yeah?” his skin is licked with perspiration, the will to pound you and push you over the edge driving the very force of his body as he fucks you.

you’re almost there, tasting the wisps of your impending orgasm like euphoria on your tongue. 

that is, until, keys jingle and the front door opens.

“you’re going to do what, with my couch?” sukuna speaks first, making yourself and gojo freeze on the couch itself. the father of one fills the room with an unimpressed aura, exuded from his disheveled form.

your boyfriend’s quick to move, throwing you off of his lap onto the couch and shielding your half naked body from the eager eyes of yuuji’s father as you try to calm your racing heartbeat. “the fuck old man? haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” he curses, pulling you close to him.

“satoru, wait—” 

“knocking in my own home? you’re a funny one, brat.” sukuna laughs, kicking the door shut behind him as he shrugs off his outwear— making himself comfortable at home. “haven’t you ever heard of respect?” 

your boyfriend’s body shakes annoyedly, yours still trembling with your ruined orgasm. you’re humiliated that you were even caught like this, fumbling around for anything to bring back your dignity. “s-sukuna! what are you doing back so soon?” you cringe at the high pitch your voice takes, heavy with embarrassment. 

“pizza.” the single father says bluntly, putting away his belongings, gaze locked onto your barely dressed frame. sukuna’s eyes never leave you, even as he sits on his other couch — instantly man spreading across it. you should feel gross for the way he looks at you, like you’re a piece of meat waiting to be devoured...but your tummy rumbles with desire instead. “thought we could order in, since you stayed so late, but i realise now, you had other plans…” 

“i’m sorry,” you whisper quickly, blood rushing through your ears. “we were just leaving,”

sukuna clicks his tongue as you gesture to your boyfriend to hurry up, making a noise in mock disappointment. “no, stay. after all, you do need to make it up to me.” he keeps his voice level, hiding his pleasure when you freeze.

“w-what?”

“put on a little show with your brat boyfriend here, yanno, for ruining my couch…”  your boss trails off, letting his lewd words echo throughout the quiet living room while you stop mid-search for your belongings. “or, you could let me take a crack at making you feel good,” everything sukuna says has you hot at the collar, thighs pressing together while your cunt oozes— it shoots straight to your core, making desire pool in your lower belly. you shouldn’t want this, feel turned on by what yuuji’s dad says to you— but after having your orgasm torn away from you before, you can’t help it.

you’re brought back to reality when gojo scoffs from somewhere beside you—warm hand encasing your shoulder. “old man, ‘m warning you,” the silver haired man growls, bright diamond eyes fading into dark.

sukuna ignores the warning from your boyfriend, eyes falling back on you, testing you. “i know you want me, little girl,” he goads you, calling out for you like a siren in murky waters. “i see the way you look at me, how you pretend not to notice when i touch you a little lower than i should...how you ignore me when i look up your skirts,” he groans, adjusting himself on the couch and you watch ryomen’s cock twitch from under his pants. “you want me, this dirty—nasty— old man, don’t you?” 

you feel hot underneath your collar, whimpering helplessly as your neediness to orgasm increases— you should feel shameful, especially when gojo’s right beside you. 

but you can't, not when everything sukuna had said was true.

satoru snarls possessively, shielding you as if to cover you from the eyes of the devil. “i’m taking you home,” 

“so fast, brat?” comes sukuna’s malicious chuckle as he spreads himself further, palming his hard on to the delight of your watering mouth. “are you mad because your little girlfriend acts like a whore or because you’re afraid i could fuck her better?” 

that flips the switch.

satoru chuckles darkly— sending another wave of heat down to your fluttering core. “y’know what, baby? let’s give the old man a little treat. only god knows the next time he’ll get laid,” your boyfriend decides, amusement sticking out at the end of his words. “i trust you, go on,” he whispers to you, sending you a warm look that turns your insides to mush.

“excellent,” sukuna hums, grin returning before he pats his lap. “come now pet, come sit on my cock. crawl to me.” 

your move before you can stop yourself, gravitated and crawling towards sukuna— until he manhandles you into his lap, tugging down his pants. he positions you like gojo once had, only this time, your back hits ryomen’s firm chest— giving him full access to your body. hands laced with jet black ink, then settle firmly on your hips, tearing off your panties so sukuna can grind your bare cunt against his weighty girth.

you can feel every vein press along the length of your slit, making you jolt in his grip as his hands ascend on your breasts and curves alike—pinching them raw. “you’re good at this pet, filthy even,” the father of one breathes into your ear hotly, pushing his tip through your folds and letting it bump your aching clit.

“mnno, toru—” you gasp at the feeling but can’t help but call for your boyfriend, knots twisting in your stomach. “wan’ toru too…”

“that’s it, dirty girl...call out to him while your daddy fills you up,” sukuna turns to gojo next, finally pushing into your sopping pussy and filling you up to the brim, he tweaks your nipples—tugging at the hard buds to make you wiggle your hips over his. “look at that, ain’t she a perfect fit, brat?”

“you’re sick old man,” gojo can’t help but laugh, watching you—his girl— struggle to sink down on a dick that isn’t his. sukuna is thicker where gojo is longer, fat and ballsy as he stretches out your gummy walls and hooks against your ribbed walls. you can’t help your high pitched whine as your boss starts to fuck up into you, his muscled arms hooking around your thighs to keep you spread and on display. 

god, it hurts—it hurts so good to be used like this, squirming above sukuna’s cock like a desperate little thing, fucking him back until your pussy’s foaming at his base. when you tear up, satoru finally makes his way over, cooing over the obscene slaps of sukuna’s balls against your swollen clit. “baby, ease up, you can’t take him all the way if you’re tight like that,”

your cunt creams, an embarrassing amount, at this— making the two men manipulating your body, groan deeply in unison. with a hazy head, blurry vision and limp body,  you watch as gojo sinks to his knees before your wet cunt. “toru…”

“trust me baby, daddy won’t let anything happen to you,” he shushes you, sapphire eyes locked on yours, lips now on your clit and sloppily kissing the puffy bundle of nerves. electricity jolts through your veins, tingles deep inside your sex—the feeling only amplified by the slow strokes, weight behind them, sukuna gives to your abused cunt. between gojo’s tongue flicking at your leaky pussy and the heavy cock that bruises your cervix, you become overwhelmed, spasming and drenching him in your juices until even he is struggling to breathe.

“stop that, brat—fuck off,” sukuna chokes on a moan, rolling his hips up and into yours and coaxes more simpers from you. “your filthy slut’ll cum soon if you keep that up,”

gojo breathes heavy into your swollen lower lips, entertained by the way you drip down sukuna’s balls so much that your juices run down to his asshole—you milk him so much just from having your princess pussy played with, riling gojo up as he humps the floor. “the thing about my girl, old man, is that she plays favourites,” he spits onto your hole, watching your hips jump up and squeeze sukuna hard. “daddy’s her favourite, i’m her god. i’ll make her cum before you can even spell your name,”

you twitch and sukuna speeds up, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper until you’re dumb and drooling. “wanna bet?” he asks.

“don’t need to, got her right on the edge.” 

it’s an all out war from there, satoru slipping his pink tongue against your ravaged, puffy pussy as ryomen pumps himself in and out of you— both at unruly paces. you feel hot all over, sandwiched between baritone moans and syrupy precum that smears your insides, accompanied by thick trails of saliva lost within arousal that adds shine to your folds.

shakily, your fingers curl in strawberry and silver locks of hair— yanking them tight when sukuna’s oozing tip smashes against your g-spot and satoru sucks on your clit just right. “s’too much! hurts, s’too much!” you drawl, eyes crossed, spit dripping from your mouth.

you look like a dirty slut, you feel like one too.  

“does she ever shut up? got a mouth on her that runs like a whore,” ryomen grunts through gritted teeth, focused on using his dick to abuse the pleasure button deep within your cunt— determined to make you cum first. “shut the fuck up, keep your hands to yourself and take it,” 

he growls the last part, chest burning against your back with rage as he scoops up your wandering hands and squeezes your wrists together.

“why? afraid her dirty mouth’ll make you cum before she does?” gojo teases, words muffled as he tongues where yours and sukuna’s body’s meet— tasting the mess that gathers there. “leaking so much princess, so fucking messy,” 

truth is, you can’t tell, succumbing to both men while gojo smacks at your sex— toying with your clit and sliding his fingers into you alongside ryomen’s cock— massaging your walls where the other bruises them. you’re so dizzy, between their words ‘look at this mess, you’re so nasty,’ and ‘what a dirty bitch you are,’— you’re not sure if you can last anymore.

“stop, it hurts— toru! kuna! it hurts,” you blubber, overstimulated. you don’t want them to stop, but the pain of holding back your orgasm makes you feel so on edge. “stop!” 

“yeah? then you know what to do. cum angel, cum f’me,” satoru cackles, smacking your sex repeatedly as you flinch. sukuna follows his lead, slapping your breasts as they bounce, mumbling nonsense about you cumming for him instead.

then you’re hurtling over the edge, squirting as you let go and gush over fingers and dick alike. your body is wracked with trembles— forcing sukuna to breed you with his hot seed, spewing out of your hole as you gush and gush, blood rushing through your ears. the very sight makes gojo cum too, staining his pants while white pours from your cunt along with your slick.

“fuck—!” sukuna chokes out. “fuck that was good,” 

“yeah it was,” satoru laughs breathily, kissing your shaking thighs. “but who made her cum?” 

both men look down to you, passed out and oozing cum— both of their cocks twitching to life again. “i’m not too sure, let’s call it a draw.” sukuna grins evilly.

“round two then, old man?” 

“round two, brat.”