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[itsafairytalekay]

𝙋𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀. 𝙂𝙊 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙉!

Desc: They regret their behavior!

Warnings: slight profanity, angst

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Toji!

An: anddd here it is, thanks for the wait💕 The end! Hope I didn't disappoint anyones expectations Part 2 Part 1

Comments are appreciated ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[decagondice]

༓ For Me? ༓

Soft!Toji x reader, sfw, he deserves nice things.

The evening light drapes itself over the room in muted shades of gold, catching on the mirror and tracing delicate shadows along the edges of the furniture. Toji stands before it, adjusting the lapels of the suit you gifted him, the fabric falling crisply over his shoulders. The suit is a deep, midnight black that clings to him with a precision that feels almost sculpted, the sharp lines bringing a quiet elegance to his rugged build. The dark fabric absorbs the low light, casting his features in striking contrast—the firm cut of his jaw, the piercing gleam of his eyes beneath dark brows. It’s an effect that feels both imposing and effortlessly refined, like he was always meant to wear something crafted with such precision, this undeniably handsome.

He looks at himself in the glass, frowning a little, tugging at the collar as though unsure how to wear something so refined, so foreign—it feels almost like a costume.

A quiet chuckle escapes you from the edge of the room, and he turns at the sound, catching the light smile that curves your lips. You meet his gaze, your eyes warm, alive with a kind of appreciation that makes his chest feel strangely tight. He takes in the way you look at him—really look at him—and it strikes him with a sudden, unfamiliar vulnerability, like he’s being seen in a way he’s never allowed himself to be.

He clears his throat, shifting his weight, his fingers still fiddling with the collar as if searching for some other anchor. “Don’t know if this is really my style,” he mutters, voice a rough murmur, though there’s no bite in it. If anything, his tone is tinged with the faintest hint of… bashfulness? He doesn’t usually feel out of place in his own skin, but somehow, standing here under your gaze, dressed in this suit you must’ve saved so carefully for, he feels something close to it.

“It suits you,” you say, stepping forward, unhurried, your eyes tracing the lines of his silhouette as if committing it to memory. Your fingers, light as a whisper, reach up to brush an invisible speck from his shoulder. There’s a steady confidence in your movements, a quiet understanding between you that’s neither forced nor exaggerated. He feels the warmth of your touch seep through the fabric, rooting him in this shared moment.

“Handsome,” you add, the word slipping from your lips with a smile that’s as natural as breathing, your eyes softening as they hold his. There’s no shyness in your voice, only the warmth of genuine affection, a calm reverence that’s so open, so unrestrained, that Toji feels it settle over him like a weight—and yet, somehow, a relief.

He lowers his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that almost seems subconscious. His lips twitch as though he’s trying to hide a smile, but it shows anyway, softened at the edges. He has no real response, and he’s not sure if he needs one. The room feels warmer somehow, the faint hum of the city outside drifting in through the open window, mingling with the quiet between you both. He’s always known himself to be rough-edged, worn down by his own life, and yet here he is, wrapped in this elegant suit, in your steady gaze, in a feeling he can’t quite name.

Toji reaches out, fingers hovering before they finally settle on your wrist, his thumb tracing a slow, thoughtful circle against your skin. It’s a small touch, a quiet gesture, but there’s a gravity in it, an unspoken gratitude he knows he’ll never be able to say aloud. Words have always felt clumsy in his mouth, and he’s grateful that with you, they’re unnecessary. He lets his fingers slide down to lace gently with yours, holding you there with a rare, quiet tenderness.

For a moment, he lets his eyes drift, taking in the familiar details of your shared room—the low light catching on the bedside table, the faint, comforting mess of your belongings mingled with his. It’s not much, but it’s yours, this space, a small sanctuary he’s never dared to imagine for himself.

His voice, when it comes, is almost a murmur. “...You really went all out, didn’t you?” There’s a subtle roughness there, softened by the barest trace of a smile he doesn’t try to hide this time. He glances down at the sleeves, at the tailored lines he knows must have cost more than he’s comfortable with. His gaze returns to yours, brow furrowing slightly, a hint of concern there, as if he’s wondering why you’d give him something so fine, so undeserved.

But you don’t pull away. Instead, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, and your expression is calm, sure, as though the answer is as simple as the feel of his hand in yours, the quiet between you. “Because you deserve nice things, Toji,” you say, soft but firm, and there’s a quiet conviction in your voice that feels like a promise. “You don’t have to always be the one carrying everything alone.”

The words settle over him, low and steady, and Toji feels himself soften in their weight, like you’ve slipped a key into a door he’s held shut for far too long. He’s never known what to do with kindness that’s freely given, let alone kindness that’s given for him, not for what he can provide or protect. And yet, here you are, standing before him, offering this small piece of yourself, of your heart, with no expectation, no condition.

Toji’s hand rises to your face, rough fingers brushing along your cheek, lingering just a second too long, like he’s grounding himself in the reality of you, of this. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t need to. Instead, he simply leans down, his forehead pressing to yours, his breath a quiet, steady rhythm that matches the slow cadence of his heart. You close your eyes, and he feels the gentleness of your hand resting against his chest, over his heart.

He’s not used to this softness, this vulnerability, but for you, he’ll let himself stay here, if only for a moment longer. And in the warmth of your shared silence, he holds onto the thought he knows he’ll never quite say aloud: that he’s never felt more cherished than he does right here, in your steady hands.

A.N. I don't write about Toji or the others much, so lets hope this can somehow make up for the neglect (It won't but I'm trying). But, there will be a shorter continuation of this piece coming soon. :D

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch.32

Sukuna x Reader

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity. CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT AND SLIGHT DUBCON.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 32 - Two Sides of the Same Door

Through the haze of sleep, you felt the cold sting of the room’s chill against your cheeks. The silken sheets draped over the rest of you held your warmth like a soft cocoon, and you clutched them tighter, dragging them up to cover the tip of your nose—but instantly regretting it as they slipped off your feet, leaving your toes at the mercy of the biting air.

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath, shifting as you tried to burrow back into your cozy nest, clinging to the last wisps of thoughtless sleep. But there was always some part of you left exposed, just enough for goosebumps to creep across your skin, each one nudging you closer to the horrible but inevitable process of waking up.

You sighed, pulling the silk all the way over your head as if that could somehow make you disappear—or at least protect you from the waking world and its shameful reminders of yesterday.

But there was no escaping.

The raw sting on your inner thighs, the angry scratches on your hips where his claws had dug in like he was holding down a prey, the tender ache of your swollen lips from his countless, hungry kisses—they were all too painfully present to ignore.

Yeah... it was pretty clear that no amount of covers could hide you from the truth:

That, yesterday, Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, had reduced you to a drooling, moaning mess for him...

Him and his stupid, supersized cock.

You grimaced, reaching down to where your skin still tingled and burned, tracing your finger over your thigh, surprised by how tacky and stiff the surface felt.

But you quickly jerked your hand back as your brain processed why—

“Ah, for fuck’s sake,” you whine out. Of course, he hadn’t even bothered to clean up his mess. Dried streaks of cum were still smeared across your skin, a sticky testament to his apparent philosophy of:

'You dare pass out on me? Then suffer the consequences.'

Sleep was definitely off the table now. A shower was all you could think about. So, you pushed the silk sheets off your face, forcing your eyes open.

The four crimson walls of Sukuna’s room stared back at you, only lit up by the flickering glow of a few candles. Their light glinted off the many deadly weapons on display, casting little spots of yellow that danced across the surface.

It was surprisingly beautiful, and you followed the little lights all the way down to the floor, where your torn clothes lay scattered in pieces.

And that’s when you realized, you were among those scraps, sprawled out on the cold oak boards instead of the mattress.

You could add that to the lecture he was definitely going to get later on his complete lack of proper aftercare...

Though you could already hear his cocky retort in your head: 'Hah! A mere human should be honored to sleep in my presence at all.'

Thinking of Sukuna’s presence… you blinked, suddenly uneasy. It wasn’t there—the thick, oppressive energy that always hung around him like a stormcloud.

The air felt wrong without it.

A nervous feeling crept over you as you pushed yourself upright, your gaze immediately darting to the bed—empty.

The mattress still bore the dents, creases, and stains from last night, but Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

For a second, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from spiraling. Was history about to repeat itself? Did he regret yesterday?

Had it been a bit... too much?

No. You couldn’t let your mind go there. You gave yourself a light slap to the cheek, to snap out of it. Sukuna wouldn’t abandon you—not anymore. He’d admitted it himself: ignoring you only made it worse.

You took a steadying breath.

Actually, this wasn’t unusual at all. The lack of windows in his dark abode made it impossible to tell if dawn had just broken or if the morning was already well underway. And you knew that Sukuna often left early, slipping out to handle whatever bloody business occupied him out there.

Now that you thought about it, there was a big fat chance he hadn’t even left at all. Maybe he was just a floor below, seated on his throne like some goddamn king.

Clutching the sheets tight around your chest, you glanced down at your torn clothes. Completely ruined—unwearable in their current state. You sighed and scanned the room until your eyes landed on one of Sukuna’s robes draped over an antique chair.

It felt like a crime to even look at it, but your options were—you reached down, hand clutching at the shredded remains of your panties on the floor—limited.

What else were you supposed to do when he’d torn every other piece of clothing in the room?

You quickly slipped into the large robe and quietly shuffled over to the door.

When you pushed it open, a sudden flood of light hit you, and you squinted, your eyes fighting to adjust. The huge hole in the doorframe let in all the harsh rays of sunlight, and you could barely see.

“Argh, too bright.”

You held one hand out in front of you like a makeshift obstacle detector while the other shielded your eyes as you tried to peer through the tiny gaps between your fingers.

But even then, you nearly tripped over the damn robe when a loud crash suddenly boomed through the air, followed by screams so piercing that you wished you had a second pair of hands to cover your ears as well as your eyes.

To the best of your ability, you hurried to the entrance and peeked out into the corridor, trying to locate the source of the panic.

But there was no one there...

Then another scream rang out, this one clearly coming from the apartment two doors down. Without thinking, you rushed in that direction. But right as your feet moved, you froze.

There was a sharp swish followed by a guttural growl that could only belong to one person.

Sukuna.

Your breath caught as he stepped into view, casually hauling a massive wooden door under his arm. Blood streaked his bare chest, fresh and glistening, but it was the grin curling at the corner of his mouth that stopped you cold.

He didn’t look the slightest bit bothered by the chaos he’d caused. No—that sorry mess didn’t matter to him.

What mattered to him was you—and how utterly baffled you looked—and how endlessly amusing he found it every time he succeeded in unnerving you like that...

When he was a foot away from you and nearly knocked you in the head with the door that jutted out from under his shoulder, he raised a teasing brow.

“Hm? Not moving, brat?”

Instinctively, you stepped aside and followed him into the apartment, still glaring with wide eyes—kind of—able to deduce what had just happened but unable to let it fully sink in...

Sukuna noticed your big-eyed stare and set the door down against the wall.

He was clearly irritated by your inability to comprehend the obvious, and so he proceeded to explain it to you as if you were some dumb, snotty child.

“It's a new door, woman. Since that blue-eyed pest destroyed the last one... You have eyes, don't you?” He scoffed.

“So why must I spell it out?”

The brand-new door, identical to the old one... his bloodstained chest and the hellish screams from two doors down.

“You...” You put a palm to your face.

“Oh my god, Sukuna, did you hurt the neighbors and steal their door?”

Sukuna looked at you again, that same look as before—the one that made you feel like you’d just said the most dim-witted thing imaginable.

“Huh? Hurt? No... I killed them. Once again, you have functioning eyes, don't you?”

He dragged a finger through the large stain of blood on his chest, as if to drive the point home.

Oh god.

Every time your stupid crush clouded your judgement, Sukuna made sure to remind you of who he really was—in the most twisted, wicked way possible.

And the worst thing... you were pretty sure it wasn’t even intentional; it was just who he was.

“Sukuna! You what?!” You yelled out peeking outside to make sure he wasn't kidding. But to your horror, you saw a big pool of blood forming in front of the entrance, two houses away.

You glared at him in fury,

“You can't just kill people to get a damn door? Are you crazy?”

Sukuna barely paid you any mind as he hoisted the door back into place, lining it up over the hinges with a snarl.

“Woman, you know exactly who I am. I'd say you're the delusional one for thinking I would do anything less than slaughter them...” He let out a cruel chuckle.

“Have you fallen so hard after getting a taste of me that your judgment’s all clouded?”

With a sharp snap, he slammed the door into its hinges.

“Don't think yesterday changes anything. I may tolerate your presence, but that's all. I don't tolerate weak, groveling insects.”

He tolerates you, huh? Somehow, that felt like a compliment. An odd, backhanded one, sure... but;

It scared you how you lit up at his words—forgetting the whole door situation so easily. It was more than unsettling. Sukuna was carving gashes into your morals, into your sense of self, cut by cut—and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“So… I’m not, a weak, groveling insect? Is that what you’re saying?” you asked, blinking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s the case… how about you let me return to Jujutsu High? I’m sure I can defend myself now. Seeing as I'm 'not weak' and all,”

Sukuna finally turned to face you, slowly... deliberately.

He cocked his head, crimson eyes narrowing as his hand disappeared into the pocket of his pants.

Time seemed to freeze as he rummaged around, your focus entirely on him. And then, with one quick jerk, he pulled something free—a glint of silver catching the light.

Before you could react, he tossed it at you—your dagger—now hurling in your direction with lightning speed.

“Hey—!” you yelped, scrambling to catch it.

Your fingers slipped over the hilt, the blade nicking your palm before you finally secured it in your grip.

“What the hell?! That’s dangerous!”

Sukuna shrugged, his grin spreading until a flash of white peeked through his lips.

“If a little nick like that has you whining, then you've answered your own question,”

The 'fuck you' forming on your tongue quickly fizzled out as you glanced down at the dagger. The blade was smeared with something dark—fresh blood.

Your stomach churned. Did he…? No. He couldn’t have. Could he?

“What were you even doing with this?” you demanded, your voice dropping lower, reluctant to hear the answer.

Sukuna didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he stepped toward you, like a lion stalking its prey. He stopped just a few paces away, spreading his arms wide to bare his tattooed chest. His gaze flickered briefly to the dagger in your hand, then locked with yours, a challenge in his eyes.

“C’mon, brat,” he rumbled.

“Try and cut me. If you can leave another mark—” He glanced at the faint gash on his palm, the one you’d left there yesterday with this very blade.

“—then I’ll allow you to return to Jujutsu High,” His grin widened until it was all sharp teeth and menace.

The fact that the cut was still there was a bit of a surprise. Why hadn't he healed it? Was it some sort of funny little souvenir to him?

Well... you'd gladly give him another if that meant you could get out of this brick jail.

You gripped the hilt of the blade tighter, steadying your cursed energy as it seeped slowly into the steel. The dagger pulsed under your touch—alive, and growing stronger with every drop you fed it.

Sukuna stood across from you, legs casually planted and arms now relaxed at his sides—deceptively open, practically inviting you to try and touch the invincible King of Curses.

A maddeningly smug grin was plastered across his face, promising one thing: he wasn’t going to go easy on you. And there was no way in hell you’d walk away from this unscathed.

And, to be fair, even you couldn't deny—this was going to be an uphill battle.

The cut you landed yesterday? A mere stroke of luck. He hadn’t seen it coming—hadn't anticipated that you could use your technique on cursed tools too—but now?

His full focus was locked on you.

Surr, he looked unbothered, but you weren’t naive enough to ignore the way his eyes tracked every single twitch of your muscles, every little flicker in your energy.

You took a deep breath.

At least you knew Sukuna’s fighting style; hours of grueling training had burned it into your bones.

His attacks were precise, unforgiving, and overwhelmingly quick.

So... how on earth would you do this?

Outmuscling him? Outrageous idea—his godly abs were staring you right in the face, telling you no way in hell.

Outmaneuvering him? Not a chance—his speed was unrivaled, save maybe for Gojo.

Outsmarting him? Difficult—Sukuna wasn’t just a fighter; he was cunning and calculated, the kind of opponent who could predict your moves before you'd even thought of them.

Which left... what exactly? Dumb luck? Sheer stubbornness? Maybe a few dirty tricks? Yeah, those were pretty much your only options...

You wasted no more time as you lunged forward, feinting left and then slicing low. But he didn’t even bother to dodge; he simply swatted your blade away with the flat of his hand.

At the same time, his other hand shot out, targeting your shoulder with a power-packed punch that you barely managed to dodge, twisting away just in time.

He followed up with a lightning-quick kick aimed at your side—a kick you could barely even perceive—and this time, it hit.

The impact was no joke, knocking the breath clean out of you, pain exploding across your ribcage as you stumbled backward into a coughing fit.

“You bore me, woman,” Sukuna drawled, faking a yawn, as his hands slipped down his pockets.

Gritting your teeth, you found your footing and pushed more cursed energy into the blade, feeling its weight grow heavier in your hands. If Sukuna could swat it away with his bare hands so effortlessly, it was clear you needed to channel every ounce of your power…

You charged again, unleashing a flurry of strikes aimed at his torso, fighting against the pain in your own torso. But Sukuna dodged each strike with infuriating ease—like you were nothing more than an irritating fly buzzing around his head.

“Cute,” he smirked as his hands left his pocket, and he threw his fist at you, this time targeting your stomach.

You squatted down, ducking under his attack and pivoting back to deliver a kick to his shin. And to your surprise, it landed—a small victory... but Sukuna barely flinched.

He grabbed you by the collar of your robe—or rather, his robe—you were still trapped in. And with a sharp yank, he pulled you forward.

You stumbled, your foot catching on the excess fabric at your ankles, cursing under your breath as you lost balance. And Sukuna wasted no time, seizing the opening.

His hand shot out, grasping your wrist and twisting it with a sharp crack, forcing the dagger from your grip...

It clattered to the ground, your lifeline and only chance at freedom lost.

To make things worse—before you could recover—he spun you around and shoved you down, bending you over the back of the couch.

“That's what you get for touching my things without permission, brat,” he taunted, his chest pinning you in place.

“And here I thought you might actually put in some effort to see your pathetic friends at Jujutsu High...”

You struggled against his hold, writhing as your heart thundered in your ears. The position was very uncomfortable, but worse still—it was very distracting. The warmth of his bare chest snug against your back, his breath teasing the side of your neck... it sent waves of vivid flashbacks from the previous day crashing over you.

And as you recalled all the nasty little things the two of you had done... suddenly, an idea hit you;

If there was ever a moment to play dirty, this was it.

You shifted subtly, tilting your hips and pressing your ass up against him. The movement was so slight that it could have been unintentional—not overt enough to betray your intentions, yet deliberate enough to catch Sukuna’s attention.

Just as you hoped.

He froze for a moment, the muscles in his arm letting loose as his cock twitched a single time—it was all the sign you needed to know his focus had slipped.

With the tip of your foot, you nudged the knife up from the ground, wringing free one of your hands and catching the weapon as it flung upward.

At your full speed, you twisted your arm to an impossibly uncomfortable angle and slashed upward, pouring every last drop of cursed energy into the blade as you blindly aimed for his ribs.

Sukuna’s eyes widened as he felt the blade bite into his side—not deep, but enough for a thick stream of blood to spill out.

He let out a low, pissed-off growl, his grip on you tightening for a fleeting moment before he stepped back and pulled away.

You picked yourself up from the back of the couch, panting fiercely as you leveled the dagger at him, the hilt still warm in your sweaty grip.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s eyes trailed down to the cut, then back to you, a wicked grin returning to his face as he smeared the blood away with his hand.

For a moment, you couldn't help but admire how incredibly sexy he looked while doing so, but you quickly refocused when he let out a low, dark cackle.

“Clever, little minx,” he purred.

You stared at the wound spilling blood, feeling a twinge of guilt, wildly overshadowed by an overbearing satisfaction, as a teasing smile tugged at your lips.

“So, does that mean I can go back to Jujutsu High then?” you asked with a wink.

Sukuna wiped the remnants of blood off on his pants and stepped in your direction.

“Sure, little sorcerer, do whatever you want—” he replied, surprisingly—no, suspiciously easy in his concession.

And lo and behold, before you could fully relish your hard-won triumph, Sukuna's hand slipped around your waist, yanking you toward him and slamming you against the door.

With your back pressed against the cool wood, his calloused hand clamped around your wrists, pinning them above your head as the dagger clattered helplessly to the floor.

“And I’ll do as I please too,” he murmured against your ear, his breath filled with a hunger that you knew meant trouble.

With no mercy, he ripped the belt from your robe, the fabric falling open to expose your bare skin beneath. His toothy grin made way for a lustful smirk—one that was unexpectedly soft and playful for a man they called the King of Curses.

“Ah...! Don't do that,” you breathed, a shiver rippling through you as he traced his nails down your breast, visibly delighting in the display of scratches and marks he’d left on you the day before.

“Don’t do that? Have you forgotten… this is my robe. I can do whatever I desire with it,” his voice dropped to a sultry growl, deep and throaty—the cold touch of his fingertips drifting lower, teasing at the juncture of your legs.

“I can tear it right off your body if it pleases me.”

His hand slipped between the soft fat of your thighs, fingers burrowing down your folds as he found your clit with surprising ease. He began tracing circles, slowly drawing out each little motion as your legs instinctively clenched around his hand.

You’d never expected Sukuna to be so skilled at something so delicate; and it had to be a natural talent because you were certain he didn’t have any real experience in pleasing women.

Sure, he’d undoubtedly fucked an entire carousel back in the Heian Era, but this wasn't mere fucking—this was playing, teasing—edging.

And just as heat began to coil tightly in your belly, he withdrew his hand, trailing lower to collect the juices leaking from your cunt.

“And by the looks of you—”

He smeared the slick over the tender skin between your thighs, blending it with remnants of yesterday’s escapades that you still hadn’t managed to wash off.

“All marked and coated by me… I’d say I’ve left quite the claim on this insatiable body too.” His lips curled into a devilish grin, and your cheeks flushed crimson as you looked away.

“Argh—shut up! I'm not your property... I'm—Ah!”

Sukuna’s grip shifted from your thighs to your ass, squeezing a handful of flesh as he pressed his blood-stained torso against your breasts. His mouth inched toward your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he dragged his tongue slowly up to your ear, where a breathy whisper reverberated against your eardrums.

“Hmm~ is that so? Lucky for you, I have no qualms about taking what does not belong to me either.”

He pressed his growing cock against your pelvis, and you gulped, your heartbeat quickening as your hands twitched helplessly against his firm grasp.

Then, with a harsh slap to your ass—that stung like hell, by the way—his hand slid back down to your cunt, teasingly halting at your entrance...

He tapped lightly, his finger probing and rubbing, but never entering, the slick sound of your arousal filling the air as strings of juices clung to his fingertip.

You had to fight the urge to beg for more—so fucking bad.

And just as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of breaking, on the verge of surrendering your pride, a loud bang echoed against the door, reverberating through your entire body.

The doorframe shuddered, again and again as the first bang was followed by a chorus of firm knocks on the other side of the door.

Sukuna's expression darkened, a burning red igniting in his narrowed eyes as they locked onto the rattling doorknob. His patience thinned with each persistent knock, and his fingers twitched, ready to cut down whoever was behind that door.

But just as he prepared to strike, a voice sliced through the charged tension.

“Will you open the door? I can sense your cursed energy from miles away, Sukuna. We have matters to discuss.”

You recognized that voice—smooth and seemingly amicable, yet undeniably cold; it belonged to his monk-clad accomplice with the long shiny hair and the weird stitch down his forehead.

If you remembered right, he introduced himself as Geto back then...

Sukuna let out a mix between a sigh and a growl, his brows furrowing as his pupils shifted from the doorknob to you, warning you with his piercing stare.

“Don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

With that, he released your wrists, using the hand to grasp the doorknob and crack the door open just enough to peer through, effectively trapping you against the door with his body.

The fingers of his other hand continued to hold your dripping pussy hostage, teasing at your entrance even when you tried to push his hand away.

Fuck, this was embarrassing—so embarrassing that you felt like you might spontaneously combust when Sukuna started casually conversing with Geto through the gap.

“What is it? I’m busy. I don’t take lightly to being interrupted, Kenjaku.”

Kenjaku? That was strange... you were so certain he’d introduced himself as Geto before—or were you mistaken?

You tried to focus on their conversation, making every effort to ignore the little jolts of pleasure that threatened to escape as moans. Sukuna dipped down with just the slightest bit more force each time, nearly slipping inside and keeping you on edge.

The calm yet cold voice on the other side of the door answered:

“Hah. Yes, I’m terribly sorry about that, but there’s been a change of plans, and I had to inform you. We wouldn’t want to do anything without your say-so, now would we?”

“Hmph.”

Sukuna’s brows unfurrowed ever so slightly at the explanation, and you even caught the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. But it quickly became clear that had nothing to do with the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt his thick finger breach past your entrance, the sharp edge of his nail skimming against your gummy walls. An unexpected gasp slipped from your lips, and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth, desperate to stifle the sound.

You shot Sukuna a pleading look, shaking your head, silently begging him to stop. But the smug bastard didn't even acknowledge you.

If anything, your silent protests only seemed to spur him on.

His pace quickened, finger pumping in and out of you, each thrust grazing all your tender spots inside with torturous precision. Waves of tingly pleasure rippled through your nerves, only amplified by how on high alert you were at the possibility of getting caught at any moment.

And damn, your body betrayed you so easily, clenching around his finger despite your mind’s protests.

Sukuna, on the other hand, kept his poker face effortlessly intact, continuing his conversation with not a care in the world...

Though that wasn't to say he didn't secretly relish every tight squeeze around his digit—every pretty little moan you so desperately tried to suppress.

“Well, I don't have time, leave and tell me later.” he hissed through the crack of the door, already moving to slam it shut.

But just before it closed, you caught Geto—or was it Kenjaku?—shoving his sandal between the door's edge.

Your heart lurched in panic. There was no way you were going to get caught in this position. You’d never recover your pride—if you even had any left.

Desperate to escape, you tried to slip from Sukuna’s grip, but he tightened his hold, refusing to let you go.

His muscled torso pressed you tighter against the door as he pushed in a second finger, both curling up to press right against your most sensitive spot before he fell back into his rhythm.

And with two thick fingers fucking into you, the moist, mushy sounds of your arousal became shamefully obvious, your cunt growing wetter and wetter.

“I see... is that so?” The composed purr from the other side was now tinged with a knowing hint of mischief.

“—I’ll give you a second then. Though, I really must insist you wrap it up,” he added, finally pulling his foot back from the door, allowing your pounding heart a brief respite as you exhaled through your fingers.

Sukuna grunted, clearly not thrilled, but reluctantly agreed.

“Fine,” he spat, before slamming the door shut and turning his gaze back to you.

He tore your hand from your mouth and slid his fingers down your cunt, all the way to the base, wanting to hear you moan over him properly, at least once.

Then, with a slow pull, he retracted his fingers, leaving you terribly empty, clenching down on nothing but air.

His hand glistened with your juices, and he admired his efforts for a moment before casually wiping them dry against his chest.

“We'll have to finish this some other time, little sorcerer,” he murmured, finally stepping back and giving you some space to breathe.

Though, in all honesty, you were more than a little disappointed he cut it off like that.

And apparently, your face betrayed your frustration because Sukuna's scowl softened into a half grin, his eyes catching your sad, shiny ones.

“Hah. So desperate? In that case, I’ll make sure you beg for it properly next time,” he teased, pulling you away from the door and ushering you on with a rough push to your back.

“Shower, clean that filth off, and go to your precious friends at Jujutsu High,” he called out from behind you as he walked back to the door and grabbed hold of the knob.

You froze at his words. He'd seriously allow you to go back to Jujutsu High? And today, no less? A rush of excitement jolted through you, quickly replacing any lingering disappointment with a silly sense of joy.

“Hurry, brat, unless you want to give my visitor a show,” Sukuna warned, tapping his foot in impatience.

Oh snap. You pulled the robe close and hurried to the bathroom, a small smile tugging at your lips. Once inside, you locked the door behind you and let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, this confinement would end. You’d be able to see your friends again, escape this cramped apartment, and taste a sliver of freedom—even if the vow, ultimately, still shackled you.

Though right now... that wasn’t even the strongest chain holding you in place.

No, that honor belonged to your ever-growing feelings for Sukuna, binding you in ways far more terrifying than any vow ever could.

You turned to the mirror, studying your reflection as the robe slipped off your shoulders, pooling at your feet. Now, seeing all the scratches and marks Sukuna had left on you for the first time...

And there were plenty of them.

It was as if you could still feel his touch, and god, it felt so good... but you couldn’t help but wonder: was this really okay?

Were you just a fleeting object of enjoyment to Sukuna, or something more?

That thought—that gnawing uncertainty—made you doubt everything.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water wash away the lingering traces of his touch, the sticky sweat, and all the other... bodily fluids, disappearing down the drain.

You even allowed yourself to let go of some of the worry, rinsing it away alongside the rest.

For now, you'd shift your focus to the happy things in life: the prospect of seeing your friends again, fresh air, a different environment, talking to your mom, your dad, apologizing, and making everything right...

After drying off, you reached for the uniform tucked in your bag, silently thanking the gods for its long sleeves and high collar—perfect for hiding any residual marks.

You threw on some makeup, fixed your hair, and then stepped out of the bathroom with an excited rush, your backpack slung over your shoulder, ready to go.

Sukuna and his accomplice—now unmistakably recognizable as the man who introduced himself to you as Geto—stood in front of the door, wrapping up whatever short but important conversation they were having.

With your ears perked, you caught the distant sound of Sukuna’s voice.

“Tomorrow afternoon, then. Report back after—or send that fool Jogo, I don’t care. Just take one of them with you. I want to see for myself how strong they are.”

His voice had an unsettling edge to it—a kind of forcibly contained excitement that made your skin crawl. You could feel it in the air too, no doubt a bad omen for what was to come...

When you hesitantly pushed past the doorframe, both men’s eyes snapped to you.

The monk’s serious expression immediately morphed into a fake, polite smile. He regarded you with a little bow of his head and a casual wave.

“Leaving too, are you? Shall I escort you out, miss?”

Sukuna shot him a sharp warning glare at the daring suggestion but still turned away, dismissing his black-haired accomplice with a flick of his hand as he made his way toward the basement.

“Do as you wish, Kenjaku. You know better than to mess with what’s mine, right?” Sukuna glanced over his shoulder one last time, a dangerous grin curling on his lips, before brushing past you.

As he did, he left a breathy whisper at your ear. “Don’t concern yourself. That man knows exactly what I’m capable of.”

You watched him disappear into the basement, and with a deep breath, your gaze reluctantly shifted back to the man—whose name now eluded you—still waiting by the door.

Yanking your coat from the couch, you slipped your arms through, eager to escape—but not before one last thing.

“So, your name’s Kenjaku, then? Not Geto?” you asked, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

Kenjaku chuckled, his brows tugging at the scar on his forehead. “I have many names. Don’t worry about it.”

He gracefully opened the door, gesturing for you to step outside.

You offered him a forced laugh as thanks and quickly turned right, quickening your pace to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

But, as luck would have it, he called after you, sending a chill down your spine.

“Wait.”

You turned, and Kenjaku stood right behind you, his usual slitted eyes now sharp with a dangerous gleam, his polite smile twisted into a sly, devilish smirk.

“We need to discuss something, girl.”

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༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.

➜ featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. NANAMI KENTO

“You need to start learning how to fold your clothes,” you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.

“Why would I do that?” Nanami’s eyes look up from his book, but he doesn’t budge.

“When you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,” you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Ugh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.”

“What–I would never, I’m just reminding you that one day you will become an adult and–”

“Oh just shut up, mom!” 

You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.

“I beg your pardon?” Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. “What did you just say to your mother?”

“I said shut up, because she was bothering me.”

“And you think that’s one way to speak to my wife?” You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.

“Kento,” you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.

“No, let me take this.”

“No baby listen–”

“I said I will take this.” It’s only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.

“Daddy, it was a prank.”

“Yeah, baby it’s a prank.” You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

“I’d never be disrespectful like that.”

“Yeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,” his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughter’s hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughter’s head.

“Now, whose idea was it?”

“Mommy’s.”

“Hey!” 

༉‧₊˚. GOJO SATORU

“Hey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?” 

“No, I’m busy.” Satoru’s ears perk up at the sound of his son’s tone. But he doesn’t budge from where he’s standing in the kitchen.

“Baby, it’s been sitting there all day and it’s full. Could you please–”

“Shut up, mom. I said I’m busy.”

Normally, Satoru wasn’t easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldn’t stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time with–and when he decided to marry you, a child wasn’t even in the picture.

So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.

You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energy–you knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.

“Satoru– toru! Baby!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?” His eyes are glowing. You really shouldn’t have played this prank on him.

“It’s a prank baby.” 

“A prank?” It’s fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I told her it would be a bad idea.”

“I–hey! I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,”

“I did,” Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. “He’s said it before. He doesn’t play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if it’s his own son.” 

Satoru can only sigh at his son’s words before staring at you. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t…But I won’t lie, seeing you riled up like that–”

“I’m too old to have a sibling!”

༉‧₊˚. GETO SUGURU

Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.

“In what world is this acceptable?” 

“Mom,” your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. “I really don’t care.”

“But I do.” You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.

“Does it matter?” Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguru’s attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs. 

Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughters’ room to see what it was about. 

“Of course it does, I’m your mother.”

“You’re really just pushing it.”

“You sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?” Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesn’t let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this out–your girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along without–

“Aren’t you supposed to be our best friend or something?” Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her father’s features are. 

“Right now I’m your mother.” 

“Oh would you just shut up?”

A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.

“Who said it.”

“Wha–”

“Who said it. Who was it?” He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. “Have you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?”

“Suguru–”

“No,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. “I need to talk to them.”

“No wait, listen–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.

“It was a prank. I promise you.” 

“It really was a prank,” your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever. 

“And it was my idea,” Tsukimi adds. 

“And I didn’t stop her.” Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. “Sorry,” 

Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“Fucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.”

“But admit it, we’re good actresses, right?” Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, you sure are.”

➜ ┊: COMMISSIONS | KOFI

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JJK Men: I’m Not Going To Make it Home

Character: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU), Kamo Choso, AFAB!Reader

Warnings: angst, final goodbyes, suggestive death, near death

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Part Two

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You Have To Earn It

Author's Note: Hi lovely people!! I hope everyone is having a good October so far!! We are halfway through it now!! Anywho, this is a mash up of a few Megumi Kimnktober requests I've recieved! I HOPE YOU ENJOY PLS LMK IF YOU LIKE IT!!

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Pairing: College AU!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader

Kinks: Edging, Overstimulation & Brat Taming

Word Count: 3K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand; @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), name calling (brat & baby), light spanking, physical overstimulation, aggressive sex.

The Halloween party was packed, the heavy bass of the music pulsing through the walls, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter. 

You made your way through the throng of partygoers, dressed in a skin-tight Catwoman costume that left little to the imagination. 

The leather bodysuit hugged your curves perfectly, every step making the black fabric stretch and gleam under the dim lights. The zipper was pulled down just enough to reveal the curve of your cleavage, teasing anyone who dared to look too closely.

But there was only one person you were interested in teasing tonight—your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro.

You caught sight of him across the room, leaning against the wall in that effortlessly cool way of his. 

He wasn’t one for extravagant costumes, so he’d settled for a simple yet striking look: a black t-shirt and jeans, with a Batman mask pushed up slightly on his head, resting just above his sharp blue eyes. 

Even from a distance, you could feel the intensity of his gaze as it followed you around the room, even through his usual grumpy appearance.

And you had every intention of pushing him to his limit tonight.

You slid past him, brushing your fingers lightly across his chest as you moved to grab a drink. 

“Oops,” you said with a smirk, glancing over your shoulder at him. Megumi's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

“Y/n,” he murmured in a low voice that sent shivers down your spine, “stop being a brat.”

But you didn’t stop. You were far from done. 

Throughout the night, you made sure to find him, to get close enough that your body brushed against his. 

A hand resting on his thigh for just a moment too long, your fingers grazing his waist as you passed by, the occasional press of your hips into his when the crowd forced you together. 

Each time, you felt the tension in his body build, the way his muscles tightened beneath your touch.

“Y/n,” Megumi growled softly after the fifth or sixth time you ‘accidentally’ bumped into him. His voice was deeper now, rougher with frustration. 

“You’re pushing it.”

You shot him a playful grin, biting your lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes darkened, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. But instead of backing off, you pushed a little more. 

The next time you passed by, you ran your fingers up his chest, your touch lingering on his collarbone before you turned away with a teasing sway of your hips.

That was the last straw.

Megumi’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a firm grip. 

“We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low and commanding. 

The low hum of the party music faded as he led you down a quiet hallway, away from the eyes of the crowd. 

His heart pounded against his ribs, not from nervousness but from the tightly coiled tension of wanting to punish you for making him wait this long. 

His restraint was razor-thin, and he knew it. With every step closer to the bedroom, Megumi could feel the thrill of dominance rising in his chest, the anticipation building to a point where it almost made him dizzy.

She’s been a brat all night. Teasing me in front of everyone like that... He couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his grip on you tightened. 

She has no idea what she’s in for.

Megumi pushed open the door with more force than necessary, his hand still locked around your wrist as he pulled you inside. 

The quiet click of the door behind you felt like the final signal—the game was over.

And now, it was his turn.

He pushed you up against the cold door, pinning you there with his body.

“You’ve been acting like a fucking brat all night,” he growled, his face inches from yours, the heat of his breath fanning over your lips. 

His hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, but just enough to remind you who was in control. 

“You think you can tease me and get away with it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling a delicious mix of excitement and nerves coil in your stomach. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, as you looked up at him through your eyelashes despite your pulse quickening under his intense gaze.

Megumi’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Ohh, you’re going to regret all of that.”

His hand moved from your throat down to the zipper of your bodysuit, yanking it down in one swift motion. 

The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver as he pulled the fabric over your shoulders, letting it fall to your waist. 

His hands were rough as they grabbed your breasts, squeezing them as his mouth crashed against yours in a heated, possessive kiss.

Your body arched into him, desperate for more, but Megumi wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. 

He pulled away from the kiss, spinning you around and pressing your chest against the door. 

His hands moved to your hips, yanking down the rest of your bodysuit until it pooled around your ankles, leaving you bare in front of him except for the tiny black thong you wore underneath.

“You want to act like a slut?” Megumi’s voice was dark and commanding as he pressed his hips against your ass, letting you feel how hard he was. 

“Then I’m gunna fuckin’ treat you like one.”

Before you could respond, his fingers slipped between your legs, brushing over the thin fabric of your panties. 

You were soaked, and he knew it. 

His touch was teasing, barely there, and you whimpered as your hips pushed back, silently begging for more.

But Megumi wasn’t going to give you what you wanted—not yet.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers continued their slow, torturous teasing. 

“So desperate already.” He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers sliding through your slick folds but never giving you the pressure you needed. 

"You're going to be begging to cum when I'm done with you"

Your body trembled under his touch, the frustration mounting as he continued to edge you closer and closer to the brink, only to pull back before you could fall over the edge. 

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your voice desperate, your hips grinding back against him as your arousal soaked his fingers.

But he just chuckled darkly, pulling his hand away completely, leaving you trembling and aching. 

“Not yet,” he muttered, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. “You have to earned it.”

Before you could protest, you felt his strong arm hook around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing. 

The sudden movement made you gasp, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as he carried you across the room with ease, his fingers digging into your skin possessively.

Megumi’s grip was firm, his muscles taut beneath his black t-shirt as he lowered you onto the bed with deliberate care, like a predator positioning his prey. 

The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against your bare legs as he stood over you, his blue eyes dark with lust, the Batman mask now casting shadows across his sharp features.

His blue eyes were dark with desire as he spread your legs apart, his touch commanding, every movement making your pulse race. 

The anticipation built within you, a knot of heat twisting tighter with every second that passed. 

You were already desperate for him, but you knew that was exactly what he wanted—your need driving you to the brink.

His hand slid between your legs again, this time teasing your swollen clit with the lightest of touches. It wasn’t enough, but it sent a spark of pleasure shooting through you, leaving you arching off the bed.

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand in search of more pressure. 

But he pulled back, his touch retreating just when you thought he’d finally give you what you craved.

“No,” he murmured darkly, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned down, brushing them over the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses. 

“This is your punishment for misbehaving tonight.”

Your body trembled under him, the frustration mounting as he moved lower, his mouth trailing down your chest, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot between your breasts. 

His hands were everywhere—one moment gripping your waist, the next tracing soft circles on your thighs. 

Every touch set your nerves on fire, but none of it was enough to push you over the edge. 

He was toying with you, edging you, making you feel like you were about to come, only to stop before you could find release.

Megumi’s fingers slid back between your legs, this time stroking you with a maddeningly slow rhythm. 

Each brush of his thumb over your clit sent shocks of pleasure through you, building you up only to pull back again. 

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more, but he was relentless in keeping you right on the edge.

“Look at you,” he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with dark amusement. 

“So needy—so desperate. You’ve been fuckin’ begging for it all night, haven’t you?”

You whimpered and nodded in response, your body trembling with the overwhelming need for him. 

His hand left your clit, instead running his fingers up your inner thigh, feather-light touches that sent you spiraling. 

He moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading before his fingers found your nipples, pinching them just hard enough to make you gasp.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with sensitivity as he overstimulated you with the constant teasing touches, never letting you rest, never giving you enough. 

The pleasure was intense, almost too much, your head spinning as you moaned beneath him.

“Megumi, please,” you begged again, your voice trembling, barely able to get the words out. 

“I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he interrupted, his voice low and dark as his mouth found your neck again, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, provoking a small yelp from your lips. 

He kept you right there, on the brink, overstimulating you with the relentless teasing, the way he touched you everywhere—your thighs, your breasts, your neck, your clit—keeping your body trembling and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You’re going to come when I tell you to, not a second sooner.”

His fingers returned to your clit, and this time, the pressure was more firm, more direct. 

Tears pricked at your eyes from the intensity, your body shaking as you writhed beneath him, desperate for release but helpless against the way he controlled every inch of you. 

He reveled in it, in the power he had over you, his dark gaze drinking in the way you trembled, the way you whimpered his name like a broken plea.

“Y’know baby you really can be a fuckin’ brat sometimes, this is just necessary,” he growled against your ear, his hand sliding back to your clit, his fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles that had your body tightening again, so close yet so far from release. 

“And I’m not done yet.”

Your mind was a haze of pleasure and frustration, every inch of your body sensitive to his touch as he kept pushing you to the edge, only to pull back again. 

“Megumi,” you gasped, your voice breaking, “I need you—please.”

He chuckled darkly, his mouth hot against your skin. “Beg for it.”

“I’m begging,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks as your hips bucked against his hand. “Please, please, let me come.”

He kissed down your body, his mouth hot and slow as he made his way lower, his fingers never stopping their torturous teasing against your clit. 

Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the release he kept denying you, the need almost painful now. 

You were trembling, tears of frustration pricking your eyes, but he was relentless, refusing to give you what you so desperately craved.

And then, without warning, his mouth was on you.

You gasped as his tongue slid through your slick folds, lapping at you with a hunger that made your whole body quake. 

His tongue was skilled, teasing your clit with soft, deliberate strokes before pulling away just enough to keep you on the edge. 

Every time you felt yourself getting close, he’d change the pace, edging you with a precision that left you breathless and desperate.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as your hips bucked against his face, but he held you firmly in place, his grip on your thighs tightening. 

“Can you just be paitent,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue swirling around your clit in maddening circles.

His fingers joined the assault, sliding into you, pumping slowly as his mouth worked on your clit, his thumb pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves in sync with his tongue. 

The overstimulation was overwhelming—pleasure surged through you in waves, but he kept you right on the brink, never letting you fall over the edge.

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your voice broken, your body trembling under his relentless touch. 

Tears slid down your cheeks, your need for release so intense it hurt, but Megumi only smirked against your skin, his fingers and tongue switching positions as he sucked hard on your throbbing clit.

“You’re going to come when I say,” he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his voice low and rough with dark satisfaction. “Not before.”

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch off the bed. 

His tongue flicked faster against your clit, but still, he kept you from coming, pulling back just enough each time to keep you on the edge, teasing you until you were shaking beneath him, barely able to hold on.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he gave you exactly what you wanted.

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard as his fingers drove into you, and the pleasure that ripped through you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

You cried out his name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you clawed at the sheets beneath you.

But Megumi didn’t stop.

His mouth and fingers kept working, overstimulating you, until you were gasping, writhing beneath him.

“Too much,” you whimpered, but your plea fell on deaf ears. 

By the time he finally pulled away, you were a trembling mess, barely able to catch your breath. But he wasn’t done with you yet. 

He stood up, his gaze dark and filled with hunger as he undid his pants, yanking them down in one swift motion. 

His cock was hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum as he stroked himself, his eyes scanning your naked body.

“You think I’m done with you?” Megumi growled, positioning himself between your legs. 

“I’m just getting started.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with a rough tug. 

You barely had time to adjust before he pulled you up onto your hands and knees, gripping your waist as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Without warning, he slammed into you, his cock stretching you in one brutal thrust. 

You cried out, the sudden fullness almost too much after everything he’d already put you through, but the sharp sting quickly gave way to intense pleasure as he started to move, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d bruise. 

He was rough, relentless, fucking you like he was punishing you for teasing him all night. 

Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the overstimulation making everything feel more intense, more overwhelming.

You were seeing stars at this point, your body trembling as he fucked you, his cock driving deep with every thrust. 

His hand slid around your waist, finding your clit again, and you nearly screamed as he started rubbing slow, torturous circles, pushing you toward another orgasm even though your body was already wrecked from the previous ones.

“Megumi,” you gasped, your voice breaking as your legs trembled beneath you, but he didn’t let up, fucking you harder, deeper, his thumb pressing against your clit with just enough pressure to make you lose your mind.

But just as you felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, he pulled out, leaving you empty and whining. 

“Megumi!” you gasped, your body trembling with frustration. “Please, I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack that made you yelp. 

“You don’t get to come until I say so.”

He drove into you again, rough and relentless, his hand tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him. 

Tears of frustration welled in your eyes, your body trembling with the overwhelming need to cum. 

“Megumi, please,” you begged, your voice broken and desperate. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just—please—”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing and edging, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, 

Now you can come,” he whispered, thrusting into you again with a force that sent you spiraling into your release. 

Your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm hitting you with such intensity that you couldn’t even form words, only gasping and moaning his name as you clenched around him.

Megumi followed soon after, his pace quickening as he chased his own release, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan. 

He held you there, buried deep inside, as you both caught your breath, the room filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing.

After a moment, he pulled out, his hands sliding gently down your back, his touch soft now.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and teasing. 

“Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me.”

You smiled, even as you lay there completely spent, your body still tingling from the aftermath. 

“Worth it,” you whispered, and Megumi let out a quiet laugh, brushing your hair away from your face as he kissed the back of your neck.

[ehnonymousse]

Uncle!Sukuna x f!reader

Where they set out for a one night stand, but reader ends up meeting the cute baby nephew Yuji and is utterly obsessed!

So, now she makes plans with Sukuna only to hang out with his angel of a nephew🥹

She entices Sukuna with the idea of getting it on but it's long, long, forgotten cause all she wants is to chomp tf outta those almost chipmunk like chubby cheeks of the blindingly bright pink toddler!

Sukuna is flabbergasted with himself as to why he's entertaining this entire ordeal and not focusing on getting laid

Maybe he finds all of this cute, maybe he does not, who knows...

It's not like he thinks there could be someone cuter than his own nephew. Definitely not!

[fictionalwench]

pookie u said ur requests r closed but im literally ur platonic soulmate (ur sleeping rn so i cant tell you to do this in person and i WILL forget it by the time you wake up)

but you sound totally, 100% make another texting thingy with the prompt ‘telling them you’re gonna get them pregnant.’ or calling them babygirl

also for anyone reading this don’t send in asks and be like me. my pookie is very stressed, i just get away with it because i’ve known her for like 10 years and we literally live together. pls be nice to my pookie wookie booboo bear while she makes her journey into being an author on tumblr TY MWAH

Calling JJK Men Babygirl/Telling Them You're Gonna Get Them Pregnant

Includes: Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo

(A/N: this is indeed my pookie wookie sugar booboo bear (my bestie). I couldn't NOT do this)

(P.S. Shoko absolutely took the pic of Gojo in this scenario (he made her))

Kento Nanami

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Choso Kamo

[kunajou]

❥ Wan' You So Bad

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut » PAIRING(S) › choso x f!reader » WORD(S) › 580 » SYNOPSIS › choso wants you however he can have you. » SMUT WARNING(S) › feral!choso, penetration, light mention of squirting, clit play, praise!kink choso, pet names (sugar), domestic » POST DATE › 03/05/2024

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️ › masterlist ‹

I love the thought of Choso being so feral for you once the two of you make it official (and even a little bit before then). It's such an adorable thing. You could be washing dishes and he will just walk up to you and give you a back huge while kissing down your neck. Laundry? On more than one occasion, he has had you bent over the dryer while moaning about how you can’t get things done. You have to review your student assignments? That’s fine! He doesn’t mind. Especially when he can slip your panties to the side (or even better) when you don’t have any on because of your sexcapades the night before.

“You feel so good…” He would whine in your ear, leaning against your body to have enough room to maneuver you like he wants. “I don’t want anyone else.”

You chuckle, feeling him lay against your back. His body heat works in overdrive as you reach back to caress his face.

“Me neither, baby.” You twist your face the moment he leans forward to capture your lips as he moans into them. You nip at his bottom lip as he releases a soft gasp, his hands tightening against your hip. “You’re all I want.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart.” You smile softly the moment he growls, the speed at which his hips pound against you increases and you can’t do much but take what he’s giving you. You groan when he hits that spot, making your leg shake and your toes curl. “Fuck, Choso,” You sigh in contentment feeling the hot pressure building in your stomach. You're so damn close but before you can cum, he spins you around to face him.

“I wanna see your face when you cum all over me.”

It’s a simple request. One that has you throwing your arms around Choso’s neck for leverage.

“Then make me cum, Sugar.”

He groans, picking up his pace once more when he’s got you settled in a position that will help you cum faster. As much as he loves your arms wrapped around him, he moves them in favor of wrapping his arms around your legs. He tosses them over his forearms and bends them back as he's able to get an unforgettable view of how your pussy swallows his cock whole. He licks his lips, thrusting forward in a manner that has your head falling backward and your moans growing in octaves.

“I’m so fucking close.” You tell him as he leans forward to leave kisses along your lips, jaw and any other place he feels needs his love. It makes you giggle in return and fucking hell, he loves the sounds you make for him. “Ah, y-yes... A little to the right, baby.”

He's quick to follow your directions and as soon as he pulls back to thrust forward again, you’re seeing stars. Your moans are much louder, your grip is tighter and he can feel the way your pussy is begging for him to keep going. Pulsing around him and squeezing him tighter as your nails dig into the bed.

He reaches his hand between the two of you to rub your clit a bit faster as your body stills, head thrown back as far as you can go and you begin to shake. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a second, Choso is confused because why did it get so much wetter?

“H-Holy shit."

A/N ➳ Tell me what you think! I absolutely love Choso ever since he was introduced and well yeah! I hope you like it! xoxo © GOJOLATTE 2024 ➳ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED  PLEASE DO NOT Copy, Translate, ReUpload, or Steal ANY of my work. Thank You, Beautiful People!

[queenendless]

This may be the only time this month I post JJK stuff and it ain't even a fic.

I was making a banner for a possible future jjk piece using the cursed clash renders.

Then I wanted to make a phone wallpaper.

Hope this fits all yalls phones.

I'll try to get a fic out next week. Probably. Life stuff happening over here.

Until then.

[itsafairytalekay]

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 '𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙐' 𝘾𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀?

Satoru Gojo x reader.

What's a toru cuddle?

You and him both know what a toru cuddle is.

It's when he comes back from work literally 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 and the only thing that drags him home is the thought of a toru cuddle, you named it that.

He came back home with a big pout almost pushing all his lip out like a baby when it's about to cry, and you know what's about to happen, he's gonna plop his body on you and after 5 minutes he'll drag your ass to bed with him and put his whole weight on you 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵.

He must be rewarded with a kiss every 10 or 5 minutes because he worked really hard today and he tried to act nonchalant and cool which isn't him and he's exhausted, you shall praise him occasionally for what a good boy he's been and how he's so good at his job and to you. You can't call him Gojo Or Satoru, that isn't his name its toru because it sounds only right from your mouth you're the person closest to him, he is always wanting your warmth and loves how you never complain to him of being too clingy or too childish around you, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

All he wants is to enjoy life a little and forget about the horrible jujutsu society, you and your cuddles are his life source.

That's what a toru cuddle is, it's him and you 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

Comments are appreciated!!! ≧﹏≦

[decagondice]

༓ A gift for her ༓

Soft!Sukuna x f!reader, sfw, Normal au A hardened soul finds solace in a delicate gesture—a gift, chosen on a whim yet wrapped in unspoken devotion

The bell chimed softly as Sukuna pushed open the heavy wooden door, letting a slant of golden afternoon light seep into the mellow, cosy interior of the jewellery shop. The shop had a certain warmth to it, the scent of aged cedar and polish lingering in the air, mingling with the faint hint of incense. The walls were lined with gleaming glass cases, filled with trinkets that had likely been passed down through generations, each one brimming with a quiet history. And though he had stepped in here on a whim, Sukuna found himself unexpectedly compelled to look closer.  

The bracelets caught his eye first—rows of delicate chains with tiny charms glistening in the low light. They were nothing like the ostentatious jewellery he’d expected; these were dainty, thoughtful pieces, meant to add a subtle touch of elegance. One bracelet, in particular, seemed perfect. A slender, intricate chain with tiny silver leaves hanging from it, elegant in its simplicity. His fingers brushed over the glass, as if he could feel the cool metal pressing against his fingertips. He could already picture the way it would look on your wrist—how he’d slip it around, the way your eyes would widen ever so slightly as he leaned close to fasten the clasp.

Just as he began to sink into his reverie, an amiable voice broke his thoughts.

“She’ll love that one,” the old jeweller said with a knowing smile, hobbling out from behind the counter. His eyes sparkled with warmth, deep-set and wise, and Sukuna took in the man’s calm presence, a quietness that seemed steeped in years of watching love stories bloom and fade.

“Buying for someone special?” the old man asked, eyes twinkling as he leaned forward, adjusting his spectacles.

The corner of Sukuna’s mouth curved slightly, softened by the surprising sense of comfort he felt in the jeweller’s company. “You could say that.”

“A little surprise, then?” The jeweller’s smile widened. He looked Sukuna over, and with that quick once-over seemed to glean far more than Sukuna expected him to. “A bracelet is a lovely choice—delicate, simple. But sometimes,” he continued, reaching over and gently adjusting the bracelet Sukuna had chosen, angling it to make the silver glint in the light, “it’s the little things that say the most, don’t you think?”

Sukuna took in the old man’s words, his mouth easing into something close to contemplation. The jeweller was right, he thought; it was the little things. How you always left him coffee in the morning, even if it meant getting up a little earlier. The way your hand would rest on his arm when you walked side by side, a light touch, reassuring. And your laughter, soft and genuine, that made the entire room feel warmer, brighter.

“Yeah, it is,” Sukuna murmured, almost to himself.

The jeweller chuckled, evidently pleased with Sukuna’s change in expression. “You know, I’ve had many people come in over the years, looking for something special, and it’s always the men who seem to linger the longest—especially when they’re in love.”

Sukuna exhaled, a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh. Love. He didn’t know if he’d ever planned to love anyone, not the way he felt for you. You had broken down those old barriers he’d built around himself, your patience and kindness something he’d once found baffling. And yet here he was, picking out jewellery to surprise you simply because he wanted to see that look of soft astonishment on your face.

“So, what’s the occasion, then?” the jeweller asked, leaning against the counter with an eager curiosity.

Sukuna let his fingers drift over the bracelet again, picturing how your pulse would flutter beneath his touch as he fastened it. He wanted to tell the jeweller it was because of everything you were—the quiet, unspoken understanding between you, the sense of calm you brought him. But he only shrugged, his voice quieter, warmer than usual.

“No reason. Just… for her.”

The jeweller’s gaze softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Those are the best gifts, you know. Ones that need no reason at all. You remind me of myself when I was younger. Surprising my wife whenever I could. Still do, on the good days.”

Sukuna raised a brow, a faint smile on his lips. He hadn’t expected to come here and end up reminiscing with an old stranger, but somehow, he didn’t mind. There was something almost comforting about it, as though his own feelings were reflected in this man’s words. The old jeweller gave a nod and continued, almost musing aloud.

“Tell me, have you ever thought about a ring? Not saying you need one just yet, but if you’re already thinking about surprising her… that thought might not be far off, hmm?”

At that, Sukuna froze, feeling the jeweller’s words settle into the room. A ring. He imagined it for a moment, saw your hand in his, felt the steady, unhurried rhythm you had created together. A part of him felt a spark of something close to fear, yet when he thought of you, of your eyes looking into his with that quiet, patient love, he realised it was more a matter of inevitability than apprehension.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice little more than a murmur.

The jeweller nodded as if he had expected that answer all along. “Good man.” He chuckled as he reached out and opened the case, pulling out the bracelet and placing it delicately into Sukuna’s hand. “You’ll know when the time is right.”

Sukuna glanced down at the bracelet in his palm, the silver chain feeling light, delicate—almost fragile. As his fingers traced the tiny leaves, he felt the weight of its significance. He imagined you there before him, wrist outstretched, the faint, silvery lines of your veins just beneath your skin. He pictured the way your eyes would meet his afterward, soft and steady, maybe even a little bashful.

With that thought in mind, he turned to the register, the bracelet’s lightness still felt in his hand as he took out his wallet to pay. His gaze drifted to the small, carefully wrapped box, a promise of something meaningful. He slipped it into his coat pocket just as the jeweller tucked the cash into the register, offering a parting nod with that knowing, grandfatherly smile, as if he understood the quiet intention behind Sukuna’s purchase.

As Sukuna stepped out into the afternoon sunlight, he clutched the box in his pocket, feeling that strange, steady beat in his chest. The thought of slipping the bracelet onto your wrist, the simplicity of the act, was enough to bring a rare, genuine smile to his lips.

A.N. Perhaps this is an answer to where Sukuna was in this piece. I enjoyed writing this one, it was cute. Alternative continuation is here. :)

[xo-arcie]

pleasures

jjk men headcanons x gender nuetral reader

author's note: I am just reviewing (perpetually editing) and reposting my stories from my main blog. Enjoy! word count: 1.7+ warnings: Sukuna is in this, so dubcon, edging, mentions of domplay, overstimulation, implied unprotected sex and oral sex

He would be a considerate top but only if he was smitten, committed and totally in love with you. He would be conscientious of your every response and reaction, the kind of man that would palm your scalp for the delicious pull of your hair at the roots, tilting your head back so you can look up at him while he other hand cups your chin; your attention would be rapt with how he towers over you. 

You would squirm under his heady gaze, your desperation to be filled by him vibrating off of your skin, but Kento would never rush his intimacy with you. He would be slow, gentle to pluck each thread until you completely unraveled beneath him, until you were soft and pliable, boneless and begging for all of him.

Kento would just relish in the mess he made of you, touching your cheek again with a low hum as he thumb wiped away the tear tracks streaking your cheeks. 

Even with you mewling for more, he would still restrain himself. He would want to savor you, attuned to every soft sound spilling from your swollen lips. And when you feel you cannot take any more, only then would he melt into you, sinking slowly with soft kisses that would litter every inch of your bare skin. 

You would burn from his rasped, whispered words of encouragement. “Yes, just like that. You are doing so well for me. Did you need to use our safeword?” 

But you never would. 

However, salaryman Kento would be an absolute dom, a man haunted who fell into the monotonous motion of the corporate world after he left Jujutsu High. The menial office tasks could never wipe away the horrors he knows exist, and that eventually that darkness will consume again, searing to the surface and vying for control. 

That is when he would visit the bar close by to his office. His eyes would burn to find someone wanting the same thing as him: to fuck senseless until you forget, even if just for a moment. He would be desperate for a sense of control again, and you would always be willing to help.

He would still offer a safeword, and you would still never use it. 

Suguru would be a switch because your pleasure is his pleasure. Whenever you want to take command, he is happy to lay back with a trust that he pours into you, that empowers you, and it makes you want to shower him with love and affection in return. 

He does not say a lot, but he still makes sure you are adamantly aware that he is enjoying himself. You can see that in the rose tones that flush his features with your sensual ministrations, plumes of color from the love bites you decorate his chest and abdomen with. You preen under his gaze when that lustful black swallows the amethyst of his eyes. 

He can be vocal in other ways: low hums and groans when your tongue slides up the underside of his heavy cock, his bated breath building until his climax spills–a thick pulse of pearly spend, hot and sticky on your palms. Suguru would arche into that painful pleasure of you cleaning him up, your tongue continuing to swirl his tip, suckling until he finally cries out. 

But as much as he enjoys himself, he definitely loves when you allow him complete control. 

Suguru would tuck himself between your thighs, his large hands curling to anchor you against him while his mouth pulls a relentless euphoria you never knew existed before him. He would not stop though, but would continue until you were brimming on overstimulation, tears pearling and spilling from your eyes. 

That would have him pause so he could kiss them away, but then he would manhandle you again, his fingers dimpling into your skin with a searing touch that would spark throughout your body, kindling a warmth in your core as he moved to meld himself against you. 

Even with his preparation, despite how careful he is to ease himself into you, he still has a girth and thickness that nearly cleaves you in half. You cannot help how you clench around him, your warmth enveloping him with your sinful shudder. 

He would take his time with the slow roll of his hips until your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss that he would return with a passion that flutters to your nerve endings. His pace would quicken and it would not take you long to build towards the prior pleasure, his thrusts pushing you back over that precipice of passion. Your thighs would knot around his slender waist to help balance the stutter of his hips as Suguru spilled into you with a low exhale, another kiss before he curled against you. 

Hook-ups and flings would not really be something that interests him. It would get the job done, but he always needed more of an emotional connection to spark any sexual attraction. 

And you would satiate that, giving him so much more.

Satoru is more of a pillow princess and it would amplify whenever he found himself in a situationship with a “casual” label. The man has had a lifetime of people falling into his ocean-blue eyes, easily swept away by the mischief that sparkles in them–and you are no different hussy.

He is content to laze on his back, his hands tucked to support his neck, his stark white hair a mess and his bedroom eyes prickling over your skin. He enjoys the view the most in this position, able to see the intimate hues that flush beneath your skin, listening to your sounds made whenever he decides to languidly thrust upwards, his hips meeting with yours until you see the stars. When he knows you’re close, he’ll offer a helping hand for you to finish, but it is because he loves the way your warmth clenches around him, pulling him towards his own peak. 

If you can successfully navigate the maze of emotions, if he becomes more invested, you would notice it only with the intimacy shared. In public, he would remain as zany as ever, his lackadaisical persona placed as a shield, but that is because the vulnerability to admit that he needs you leaves him feeling raw. 

But when it is the two of you, he takes his time savoring every inch of your skin, learning what it is that you like and taking note of what you don’t. He would still use his teleport technique to switch positions he is lazy, but as dizzying as it can be, his touch would ground you, the slow roll of his hips bringing you back towards that promised pleasure and even further. 

His tenderness would continue in your post-coital haze, a mutual comfort shared. You love how his long and lithe body curls to mold against you, and he relishes in how well you fit together. Satoru enjoys lying there, the thrum of your heart beneath your cooling skin, while his fingertips trace, his six eyes rapt to watch the goosebumps ripple in the wake of his touch. 

You are wrapped in his warmth, and you can feel his gaze, but you keep your eyes close and pretend to be asleep. 

And he knows this, but he never minds it.

You are solely a fuckhole for him at first, and he will dominate whatever he deems available for his own pleasure. 

But Sukuna would still pull you along. “I don’t like getting off on my own,” will be his excuse when he would come up from behind, his arms wrapping around your torso with his vice-hold, pulling you against his chest and his teeth sinking your shoulder. 

He loves to mark you, admiring his bruising bites that decorate your body afterwards. 

You hate yourself for it, but you are already burning from his heat, his proximity, and your body always responds to him: you nerve endings alight with his rough touch, pressing backwards for friction. 

His dark chuckle rumbles through you before he pushes you into the bed, enjoying how malleable, how willing you become with his commanding touch. You clench when he thrusts deep to fill you, your mewling symphony giving a rhythm to the brutal pace of his hips.

If he decides to keep you, and even though he swears his pleasure is the only priority, you find he will take his time to coax your body to handle him better. Simple, almost gentle gestures: a hand resting on top of your head while the other bites into your jaw to go slack, easing himself inch-by-inch into your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens to taste, to follow every ridge and vein–your strangled moans to fit him before your hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingers barely touching and your jaw aching open. His hand will follow the to cradle the back of your neck with a slow buck of his hips to fuck your throat. You gag, your nails biting into his thick thighs to balance, tears pearling, but you won’t pull away. 

You are desperate for him and he knows this. A cruel smile curls across his mouth as he watches you, his continued thrusts that bruises the back of your throat, spit dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. You choke when he goes too deep and it vibrates through him; Sukuna hisses through clenched teeth, and only then does he pull back to flip you over. 

He pushes your face into the mattress, burying his length into you. Your hands claw at the sheets and his bruise into your waist, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips. He fucks you hard into the bed, splitting you open, his each thrust sparking something deep and primal within you. 

You come with the same white-hot rapture that fractures through your body, boiling the marrow of your bones. Your mouth falls open with a silent scream, a sobbed release that shudders violently throughout you. 

You lay there for a while, waiting for your blood to flow again, edging back through your depleted veins, and the air soothing your lungs. You jolt when you feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, pulling you back towards the edge of the bed. 

Sakuna gives another throaty chuckle. “Our night has only just begun, pet.”

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[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch. 31

Sukuna x Reader

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

BEWARE THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!!!

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 31 - A Foolish Human Gesture

Before you knew it, Sukuna had your lips caught in another punishing kiss, his fingers trailing slowly from your nape down to your collarbone, nails scraping across your skin and leaving red stripes that pulsed with heat long after he’d moved on to mark the next unclaimed part of you.

Whenever he finally broke away—for a rare, fleeting breath—he didn’t stray far. He dipped his head beside yours, his forehead pressing against the jagged wall behind you. He was close enough that you could feel his hot breaths fanning over your ear.

And every time he paused like that, he whispered the same thing to you—crafty variations of the same cutting sentiment.

“I loathe you, woman.”

“You’re a plague,”

“A stain on my existence,”

They were insults he ensured you couldn’t return during the brief moments you struggled to catch your breath because— just as you replenished enough oxygen to speak—he stole it away again.

He reveled in that small torment; it was undeniably amusing to him to keep you from getting a single word in.

His lips brushed past your jaw, and you could feel them curl into a smirk against your skin before he made you swallow down every cocky retort you dared to think of saying in return.

Though with this particular kiss, it seemed he had exhausted every bare patch of skin he could mark on you with his nails.

And that simply wouldn't do...

Right now, Sukuna was a conqueror possessively surveying his newly claimed lands, but forever unsatisfied and wanting more. So, with his tongue still tangled with yours, he gripped the collar of your plain black shirt. You flinched as he ripped the fabric down the middle, exposing your bra adorned with delicate lace that perfectly cupped your breasts.

In the heated friction of the kiss, the shirt’s short sleeves gradually sĺlipped down your arms until the whole thing fell to the ground. And Sukuna eagerly seized that chance to claim the newfound flesh, working his claws down the supple skin above the trim of your bra, before sinking them into your flanks.

With a particularly harsh pinch at your side, you flinched and accidentally bit down—on Sukuna's tongue.

Oh no.

He let out an angry growl and pressed down harder, causing you to yelp against his lips before he broke away. He wiped the lingering spit that dripped down the corner of his mouth and glared into your eyes for a tense heartbeat.

You knew that look all too well and expected him to throw another nasty insult at you, but instead,

he threw—you—literally, to the floor.

You hit the rough gravel with a thud, small stones digging uncomfortably into your bare back. Before you could push yourself up, he was on you again. His knees pinning you in place, caging you, and his mouth back on yours with the same hungry intensity.

Maybe it was the cold, damp ground, or the cool breeze ghosting over your stomach, or perhaps the way Sukuna’s fingers tangled in your hair with a satisfying tug...

But a chill rippled down your spine, sending goosebumps skittering across your skin.

And not just goosebumps.

Your nipples, too, perked up with the shiver, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of your bra. Yet that softness did little to muffle the jolts of tingly pleasure that shot through you each time Sukuna’s hard abs pushed into your chest, intensifying the treacherous friction.

It was so—so hot. But you had to keep a sliver of focus, at least enough to control the pull of cursed energy so it wouldn’t overwhelm you.

Fortunately, your training had been paying off; it didn’t take nearly as much effort as before. Or... perhaps ‘fortunately’ wasn’t quite the right word, as that ease allowed you to sink into the moment a little too deeply.

You pulled Sukuna’s hand from your hair and guided it down your neck all the way to the lace of your bra. You felt his jaw clench, but he eagerly accepted the invitation.

Though he didn’t particularly like being directed by a mere human—he’d overlook it... just this once.

His hand was so big it covered your entire breast, and he let no time go to waste as he squeezed down—anything but gently. It kind of hurt, actually, but you were so desperate to be touched that the pleasure drowned out all the pain.

He kneaded your breast through the fabric with such vigor that you could feel the movement of each individual finger, pressing and flexing before digging even deeper. Every squeeze rough enough to have you squirming beneath him, as soft gasps—silent pleas for more—escaped your lips, barely muffled against his mouth.

It was as if Sukuna couldn’t do gentle; everything he did was rough and overpowering. Like it was his nature to dominate, to scare away.

But on you, it seemed to have the opposite effect; It pulled you in, leaving you wanting more.

So when he pulled away from your lips out of nowhere, and his hand stopped moving, you felt incredibly deprived.

He hovered just above your mouth for a moment, crimson eyes locked onto yours, before he suddenly ducked down and tugged at the band of your bra.

When it didn’t come loose—what did he expect?—He flicked his finger and with a swift cut of his dismantle, the band snapped, and your bra fell open, leaving your boobs fully exposed, in the dim eerie light.

You barely had time to process the shock before he dipped his head, and his mouth latched onto your nipple. It was a level of intimacy you’d never expected from the King of Curses, and your cheeks flushed the most vibrant shade of pink.

At first, he just sucked, his warm mouth shielding your nipple from the chilly air with a delicious pull that made your back arch and your needy hips grind up against him. But then he stuck out the flat of his tongue, dragging it across your sensitive peak, flicking up and down...

You couldn't help but whimper.

The sound was embarrassing to say the least but it did make you realize that with his mouth finally elsewhere, you might actually get a word in before things spiraled beyond your of control.

“Sukuna, um, I’m not sure this is—ah!”

He bit down, right on target, his sharp corner teeth grazing the tender skin around your nipple. You winced, pushing a hand against his head to shove him away, but he only growled, the sound vibrating against your eager bud.

When he looked up at you, his hair a hot mess, he seemed wholly unimpressed.

“What now, brat?  Playing reluctant after you were writhing and begging for me to touch you here?” He emphasized 'here' with a sharp pinch to your nipple, forcing you to bite down on your tongue to muffle the dirty moan threatening to escape.

But when you dared to open your mouth again—you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

The truth was, when he’d pulled away, the sudden chill felt so profoundly lonely that you realized you didn’t want this to end here... not that you'd ever say that out loud.

So, a lousy excuse would have to do.

“Uh, it’s… these rocks on the ground,” you stammered. “They’re, um, digging into my skin. Kind of hurts, so—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna lifted himself up and, in one swift motion, hoisted you over his shoulder. He did it with so little effort... it was as if you weighed little more than a feather to him.

The view of his back—his flexed scapula and the smooth line between the thick bands of muscle disappearing into his waistband—was, admittedly, exquisite. But the position itself felt, well... a bit demeaning.

Suffice to say, you were not entirely pleased.

You squirmed and wriggled all the way to the door and up the stairs, protesting at every step. “Hey, put me down, Sukuna! I’m serious!”

Until—halfway up—Sukuna finally seemed to tire of your feeble protests. He let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Tsk. Fine, then.”

The arm holding you in place relaxed and dropped to his side, and your heart plummeted as you felt yourself slipping down his shoulder. The unforgiving edges of the stairs taunted you from below, and you scrambled at his back like a cat dangling from a ledge, nails digging into him as you held on for dear life.

But just as your hand slipped—and you were pretty sure you saw said life flash before your eyes—he caught you, hoisting you back into place.

You let out a sharp gasp of relief, followed by an indignant snap.

“What the hell? You nearly dropped me!”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you were absolutely sure there was a smug smirk on it when he purred over his shoulder.

“Oh? As I recall, you were the one begging me to let go. I wouldn’t have minded watching you tumble down—seems quite a fitting end for an insolent brat like you.”

But you felt that smug smirk vanish just as quickly the moment he reached the top of the stairs. His steps faltered, and a cold breeze swept over your bare back, hitting you with the chilling realization that—

Oh. Right.

The door was in splinters.

Sukuna’s grip tightened, his forearm pressing down until you could hear your ribs crackle under the pressure.

“That blue-eyed bastard did this?” His voice dropped to a lethal whisper, each word a reproachful reminder that he was far from done with Gojo... or you.

“I'll make sure you'll regret denying me the pleasure of snapping that twig in half.”

You gulped, but that was the least of your concern now; the higher priority was the fact that your boobs were on full display for everyone passing by this block to see.

“Aah, Sukuna, just move! I'm half-naked!”

Sukuna let out an irritated grunt but he did move—into his bedroom, to be exact.

He slammed the door behind him, and with a less-than-gentle motion, he threw you onto the silk sheets...

At least the soft mattress was a better place to land than the cold, rocky floor of his domain.

Straight away, Sukuna planted himself back on top of you, yanking your boots and shorts off and tossing them aside like they were a pesky nuisance.

You wanted to protest, to remind him of the unwritten rules for handling a woman gently, but when you felt his hard bulge press against the thin, damp fabric of your panties, those thoughts quickly left the room.

All that remained was the heat of the moment...

And the two of you picked up right where you left off.

His head was back between your tits, his wet tongue trailing down the curve of your skin before it swirled around your nipple. There was no discernible rhythm, no practiced technique—but that only heightened your senses, leaving you in neverending suspense.

You couldn't suppress the excited twitches nor the way your hips pressed up against him with every flick and drag of his tongue.

And Sukuna clearly enjoyed every little reaction out of you, because the corners of his mouth curled up with every moan and quiver.

He reveled in the sight of you squirming; he always had. But now, as you writhed under his eager touch and the warmth of his tongue, rather than the force of his fists and his cruel taunts—

That was a new kind of ectasy to him.

His hand slid up to grope your other breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh before he moved over to you nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

Who would have known he could do stuff like that with those nasty claws and that foul mouth? It was quite unexpected, and you couldn’t help yourself from prodding, realizing you had one thing in common with Sukuna: you liked getting a reaction out of him too.

“Ah—it’s surprising that you’re so—hng!—busy with your mouth...” you managed through heavy breaths, daringly locking eyes with him.

“After you told me that kissing is a stupid gesture that only brain—nngh—less pigs bother with.”

Safe to say, Sukuna did not like that tone.

He sat up, and your gaze zeroed in on the twitch of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Then, he locked eyes with you and smirked in the most wicked and perilously filthy way.

“How foolish of you to remind me, you idiot woman... Shall we get to the real fun then?”

Oh god. That was not your intention.

Sukuna grabbed your hips, yanking you close against him. His fingers slid down the edge of your panties, and with a merciless tug, he ripped them away.

You clenched your thighs together in embarrassment, but it was futile; His eager hands, veins popping with anticipation, had you spread open again within seconds.

He looked at your soaking pussy—really looked—as if he were drinking in the sight, and you couldn’t recall ever feeling this self-conscious about anything. But you didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on that feeling long before the next disaster struck.

His thumb swiped away the line of drool pooling at the corner of his mouth, dripping down at the thought of ravaging your glistening cunt. Then that same thumb hooked around the band of his pants, tugging them down to finally free his aching cock from its confines.

And fuck. It was an absolute monster.

Bigger than any you’d ever seen before, and you audibly gulped. A nervous sweat broke out on your brow because there was no way that would fit—not without proper preparation.

But before you knew it, Sukuna had already lined himself up at your entrance. You could feel the throb of his tip against your folds, and suddenly, a wave of fear washed over you. Not just because of its sheer size, but because; what if history repeated itself?

What if Sukuna gave you a little more of him again, just to take it away and ignore you—abandon you?

You couldn't let that happen. There was no guarantee that this time would be any different.

Right when he bucked his hips and pushed the very head of his cock inside, you drew your legs up and kicked him off.

“Sukuna, stop!" you yelled at him. “I don’t want this if it means you’ll go back to ignoring me right after. If it means that the moment your mind catches up with your body, you’ll yank yourself away and pretend I don't exist for days on end.”

Sukuna dragged a hand over his face, fingers digging into his forehead, fuming that you dared bring this up right as he was about to ravage you. With a barely contained tremor, he released his grip on his cock, his nails moving to bite into the sheets beneath him like he was trying to anchor himself to sanity.

Not once had the King of Curses ever thought he’d pull back from fucking someone because of their feelings. Yet here he was, peering at you through the slits of his fingers, hearing you out instead of reducing you to a sobbing mess beneath him.

Your voice quivered as you shifted to sit up, finally asking the question that had been haunting you for days.

“Why... why did you do that last time? Why did you suddenly pull away and disappear?”

Sukuna let out a hiss as he let his hand drop from his face to tug his pants back into place. “I'm not apologizing for anything, brat. So abandon such ridiculous notions.”

You slammed your fists into the silk pillow, unable to hold back from raising your voice.

“I’m not asking you to apologize, am I?! I just want to know why... you hurt me, you know?” Your gaze drifted downward, not really expecting a real answer from him. If anything, you thought he’d up and leave, because he hated when you acted like this—weak and vulnerable, like a pitiful human.

So it surprised you when his shoulders tensed and his gaze... his gaze, it didn't drop—no, it burned into the sheets with an intensity that could have set them aflame.

“Tch. That kiss... I felt sick. My face burned, and my chest felt like a vice squeezing tighter with every second I was stuck at your lips.” A sound somewhere between a snarl and a laugh tore from his throat, as if his own words disgusted him more than anything.

“When I pulled back it was no better, every breath like swallowing shards of broken glass—” He cut himself off, teeth bared in a grimace that could have been mistaken for one of his cruel smiles if you hadn't spent so long studying the subtle differences.

“And then the most revolting irony struck me.”

You stole a glance at him, trying to gauge where this was going, but it was impossible—his palm was pressed against his face, as if he couldn't bear the thought of you seeing him like this. As if acknowledging your presence during this admission of weakness would be the greatest insult to his pride imaginable.

“I had become exactly like that spineless fool in the film,” His voice dropped to a low whisper.

“Just as horribly cursed. I was so disgusted, I could’ve burned a whole village to the ground right then and there—”

A film?

Wait... that romance movie you'd been watching?

Was the King of Curses actually admitting that he felt like some lovesick male lead? No. This had to be some kind of fever dream. You pinched yourself, but the sharp sting confirmed that this was all too real.

Your mouth opened and closed many times before you finally managed to find your voice.

“So... why did you ignore me then? After?” The question came out softer than intended, and you immediately cursed yourself for sounding so hurt.

Sukuna took that opportunity to finally lower his hand, and revert to his usual—scary—self. You made it so easy for him with your utterly stupid questions and your quivering voice.

“Use that pathetic excuse for a brain, woman,” he spat.

“I am the King of Curses. Did you really think I’d welcome such revolting feelings?”

With a low growl, he raked a hand through his hair, irritation flexing his shoulders as his gaze shifted to the side. “I'll admit, avoiding you proved… ineffective.”

“If anything, it only made you fester in my mind more persistently,” he hissed through the gaps of his clenched teeth.

You were speechless, staring blankly ahead. This was everything you'd wanted to hear, yet hearing it left you completely shook...

And in your daze, you missed the way his gaze drifted back to you, tracking slowly and intently over every curve of your body. It was only when his signature smirk returned to his lips that your eyes refocused, catching his hungry stare.

“Perhaps... if you're going to plague my existence either way—” he was back on top of you in an instant, his massive body casting a shadow that swallowed your tiny frame whole.

“—I might as well go back to doing what I do best: taking what I want, when I want,”

His weight sank you deeper into the bed, and a shiver ran over you as he caught your hands and pinned them against the pillow. The calloused pads of his fingers traced your wrist until he found your pulse point, pressing firmly against it to relish the frantic beat of your heart beneath him.

He let out a raspy chuckle, nudging your knee with his own as he whispered against your ear with a taunting breath.

“Now, spread your legs.”

God, this was dangerous.

Yes, he was Sukuna—the King of Curses, the embodiment of evil—and yes, every survival instinct screamed at you to get away. But there was something maddeningly irresistible about the way he wanted you, of all things.

Besides, weren’t you technically forced to obey his commands? Or was that just the dumb excuse you’d tell yourself to justify your desire?

Slowly, you nudged your knees apart, but with each inch, uncertainty crept in.

If you gave yourself to Sukuna completely, only for him to discard you afterward, could you recover from it? Or would you be left shattered, in undignified pieces for falling into his trap so easily?

Caution fought against the rising heat between your legs until it finally won over your rationale; You couldn't go through with this.

You squirmed beneath his body, trying to break free and get away. But he was so massive; it was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands.

“Fuck, get off!”

Increasingly agitated at your feeble attempts, Sukuna's eyes burned with anger, but weirdly enough his smile only seemed to widen, revealing more and more of the white of his teeth.

Finally, when you managed to wrench one hand free, he slid his body up, pinning your arm down with his knee—and his entire weight above it.

He hovered just over your chest and his free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your face toward his crotch, inches away from the thick bulge in his pants.

“After riling me up like that, you'd better fix this, woman. I don't care how you do it. But you will do it.”

Ugh, he really wouldn’t let this go, would he? And to be fair, being so close to his cock—literally feeling the heat radiating off it—you had to admit you’d been aching to know what it felt like.

So... maybe there was a compromise here.

You looked away, half in disbelief that you were letting yourself get involved with the most dangerous being you’d ever met in such a way. But—

“Okay, I’ll… take care of it. So will you get off me?” You mumbled barely audible.

You glared up at him with a sharp warning in your eyes. “But no sex, Sukuna. I swear to god, if you put that monster anywhere near my thighs, I’ll kill you.”

He let out a grating cackle and finally released you, inching backward and lifting his weight off your arms.

“Kill me, hm? I’d like to see you try, little sorcerer.”

You pushed yourself up across from him, and rubbed your thumb over the bruises forming on your arms. “Im not kidding.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes and casually leaned back, legs spread, his gaze urging you to fulfill your promise to take care of it—

of him.

But a wave of nerves hit when you realized that to 'take care of him,' you would actually have to touch him—there—on your own initiative.

It was terrifying, so nerve-wracking that your heart raced with enough force to make your hand bob with each beat as you slowly reached out.

At least Sukuna's attention was drawn to your nervous shakes instead of your eyes—if those judging slits had landed on your face, you probably would have died of embarrassment.

With a final push of courage, you leaned forward and grabbed his cock through the thick of his pants. He flinched ever so slightly as you began to slowly move your hand up and down, testing the waters.

Every swipe up emphasized just how impressive his size was; his length seemed to go on forever.

But with every stroke down, you couldn’t shake the overwhelming realization that you were jerking off the fucking King of Curses.

Sukuna’s gaze was locked on the movement of your hand, never straying, which allowed you the chance to sneak a quick peek at him. But the sight was thoroughly disappointing; his expression was as unbothered as always.

If anything, he looked bored.

And lo and behold, right at that moment, he let out a weary grunt and swatted your hand away—not harshly, but enough to leave you confused and a bit stung.

“What?” you asked, trying your best to hide behind your lashes. But he ignored you, too busy fumbling with his pants.

And before you knew it... his thick cock sprang free, slamming against his stomach with a loud thwack.

“Here,” he growled, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his length, his palm completely enveloping yours. He squeezed tight, almost painfully so, muttering under his breath with an air of irritation.

“Don’t be so gentle; it’s grating on my nerves,” he said, retracting his hand and tilting your chin upward with a hooked finger.

“Have you looked at it properly? It won’t break, you coward.”

He casually leaned back on his hands, his cock twitching, urging you to continue.

God. He was such an arrogant dick. But lucky for him, you’d never shied away from a challenge... in fact, it lit a small fire within you.

With a firm grip, you began to move; your fingers gliding along his length as you familiarized yourself with every ridge and vein. Experimenting at the top, where you paused to rub your thumb in slow circles around the flushed pink head.

You didn’t dare pause for long, though; because the impatient throb of his cock and the even more impatient quirk of his mouth told you that you were moving far too slowly for his liking.

So, you picked up the pace, pumping up and down his shaft, finally managing to coax a few drops of precum from the tip, which made it easier to slide your hand along.

But with this speed and pressure came an impossible test of endurance.

After a few minutes, the muscles in your arm began to ache. You shifted the angle of your wrist, trying to find some comfort, but nothing felt right anymore, and you were panting from the effort.

Ugh, this was awful. Shouldn’t he be the one huffing and puffing?

You looked up at him, forcibly unfurrowing your brows to mask your frustration.

And there he was, staring at your efforts with barely any enthusiasm, that cold, agitated look in his eyes, the prominent vein on his forehead nearly threatening to burst.

When he let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh, you snapped.

You stopped your hand dead in its tracks, glaring at him with such intensity that he had no choice but to meet your gaze.

“Can you at least pretend it feels good?”

Sukuna arched a brow at your bratty tone and the sudden cessation of your efforts, but then let out another sigh—or maybe more of a grunt—as he broke away from your stare.

“I knew this was ridiculous. How's a measly hand supposed to satisfy me? How can you pigs be content with this?”

The nerve—you were about to snap at him again, but your words caught when he suddenly shifted, flipping you onto your side. The bed creaked as he let his weight drop into the mattress behind you, his rock-hard abs pressing into your back.

You felt his throbbing cock nestle between the cheeks of your ass while his fingers trailed up your leg until they landed on your hips and sank into the tender flesh.

“Hey! What are you—” You yelped at the sudden advance, but Sukuna wouldn’t hear you out, not this time.

“Ah, shut up, brat. I’m not putting it—” with a forceful thrust of his hips, he nudged his cock between your thighs, “in.”

It was hot and pulsing—and with that one buckle he'd miraculously managed to brush his thick head against your clit in a way that made your whole body jolt.

It didn’t stop there...

His hips began to rock at a restless pace—no 'easing into it', no. Just a domineering, impatient rhythm that picked up with each thrust as he fucked your thighs.

Not a shred of regard for the fact that you were still trying to catch your breath from jerking him off.

But you couldn't protest because—with each merciless slam of his hips against your ass, his cock slid over your soaked folds, grazing that same spot again and again, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Before you knew it, you were clenching your legs together. The juices that leaked from your cunt working as the perfect lubricant for his cock, coating your thighs as the room filled with wet, lewd squelches.

His hand slid up to your breast, fingers digging in with an eagerness that would no doubt leave a nasty bruise. And if that, somehow, wasn’t enough to leave a mark, then Sukuna made sure that the sharp edges of his nails left etchings in your flesh.

It stung so deliciously that a cry escaped your lips before you could stop it.

But one little cry wouldn't do it. Not for Sukuna.

He hooked his knee over your leg, pulling you closer, squashing your cheeks against his pelvis and ensuring your thighs squeezed him all the way to the base.

“Sukuna… ah… not so rough,” you managed to mewl through heavy breaths as your folds grew puffy and sore from the friction.

With a half-assed effort you even tried to push his knee away for a moment of reprieve. But his grip was unyielding, keeping you pinned against him as he continued his brutal pace.

“Hm, brat’s giving orders now?” His voice rasped against your ear, dark and husky.

“This is punishment—for promising to 'take care of it' and failing so miserably.”

You wanted to snap back, but any attempt at a retort dissolved into helpless whimpers and gasps, your mind dizzy from the overwhelming sensation of every ridge and vein of his cock sliding past the sensitive endings of your nerves. 

You couldn’t explain in words how grateful you were to yourself for standing your ground on the no-sex thing.

Sukuna was like a feral beast, driven purely by instinct—topped off with limitless endurance and that ridiculous strength he felt no guilt unleashing upon you as he pounded into your thighs again... and again... and again.

And let’s not even get started on the size of that weapon... If it had been your pussy instead of your legs, he would have utterly destroyed you.

Sukuna's voice pulled you from your haze, as you struggled to focus on anything other than the electrifying heat and pressure building low in your stomach.

“You’re trembling,” he hissed between thrusts.

“Control your cursed energy, fool. Was all that effort training you a waste of my time?” He nudged his head against your ear, whispering so close that the hairs stood up at the back of your neck and your pussy throbbed.

“Or will you show me some competence for once?”

For him you'd try to focus—to concentrate on the flow of energy. Even now, you wanted to prove yourself; maybe more than ever, you wanted his praise. But the two of you seemed intertwined into an indistinguishable mess of energy.

It was impossible to untangle, and so you could only pray he’d finish before you fainted from the intensity.

“I... I can’t,” you murmured, voice muffled into your own arm.“It’s too much,”

At that point you gave up—surrendering to the pleasure even if Sukuna groaned against your neck, clearly irritated by your human fragility.

But something kept him from dragging this out and pushing you over your limit—he wanted you conscious to witness how thoroughly he'd mark you. To make you understand the consequences of infiltrating his thoughts, of making the strongest being in existence dependant on a mere mortal.

He bared his teeth and flipped you over to your stomach, his movements growing more erratic as he rutted against your thighs and clawed at your ass.

This new angle brought a whole new bliss and you were damn near losing your mind now... The walls of your cunt clenching together, aching to be filled, the heat in your stomach spreading to your whole body until even the tips of your ears burned up.

Instinctively, you arched your back, pressing into Sukuna's hips.

And that was when his own groans broke loose, low and raspy, louder with each thrust—sounds that were more animal than human. His pace picked up, even when you hadn't thought it possible.

Your face pushing deeper into the pillow with each plunge between your legs, muffling the desperate, shameful sounds you couldn't possibly suppress.

It burned when the sensitive flesh of your thighs and ass began to glow a deep red from the repeated impact.

And you could feel his cock pulse, on the verge of bursting as he bent over you, pressing your body into the mattress and yanking your head back so he could see your face, a moaning, drooling mess.

“Now this,” he rasped, leaning down to capture your expression as he drove his dick so deep between your thighs that his balls slapped against them.

“Is a foolish human gesture, I can see the appeal of.”

With another harsh roll of his hips, he let your head fall back into the pillow, dragging his tongue along the curve of your neck, savoring the taste of your sweat-slicked skin.

It was those words, followed by the feel of his wet tongue lapping at your neck—the head of his cock, drenched in your juices, swiping past your clit once more—

that pushed you to your orgasm.

“Hng.. Fuck,”

Your whole body tightened up as the heat in your stomach rolled into shockwaves of pleasure, your world narrowing in to the muffled sounds of your own moans and the rhythmic spasms of your cunt, your fingernails digging into the sheets.

Sukuna could feel your legs lock around him even tighter as you came undone, your thighs twitching when he overstimulated your clit, showing no mercy as he kept his pace steady.

Your needy little cries into the pillow—the pillow that was no doubt as soaked as your pussy, just with tears and spit—were the most enticing sounds he’d ever heard.

His hot breath hovered at your ear, every rough exhale fanning over your skin when his groans grew louder, gradually shifting into uncontrolled grunts at shorter intervals.

Until his hips jerked a final time, slamming into your flesh as a deep, guttural sound tore from his throat. His cock twitched and hot ropes of cum spilled over the inside of your legs, reaching all the way to your stomach.

With a few extra thrusts Sukuna made sure to spread it all around, properly coating you in his mess before finally pulling away.

He traced a finger along your thigh and smirked at the sight he’d left behind.

“I keep discovering more things you’re good for, brat. Pestering, cooking, fucki—brat?”

He nudged your legs, which had already crumpled onto the mattress, but you were barely conscious, his words fading into scattered syllables after the overwhelming rush of his cursed energy and the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever had.

You were so out of it you might have heard your own snore set it—or maybe that was just Sukuna’s disappointed growl as he realized your body had gone limp.

Whatever it was, you were too drained to care.

Sorry, Sukuna. Just a little nap…

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JJK Men: Your Costume!

Summary: JJK Men find your Halloween Costume a bit distracting. 😏

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Fushiguro Toji,

Warnings: Language, suggestiveness, kind smutty, sexting, costumes, role play, (little religion mentions stuff idk)

A/N: Kinktober Day Twenty-Three! Your Costume?! A SMAU for Kinktober! 🎃

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The Cool Uncle Blurbs - JJK Men

Author's Note: Heyyy, so I have been told by a few of y'all that I need to write shorter blurbs, so this was my practice piece!. Each character's blurb is about 1k each...writing something this short is so foreign to me, I am so used to having 8k minimums for school, so this may take practice! Please let me know if you like these shorter blurbs :)

Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x f!reader; Satoru Gojo x f!reader; Kento Nanami x f!reader; Suguru Geto x f!reader

Inspiration/summary: Inspired by some art by @clemenlush (linked here) that inspired me to write the JJK men as cool uncles, lol. Let me know if any of y'all want me to do another character!!

Warnings: alcohol use, mention of baby-making!, softboys & fluff

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✧.* — TOJI FUSHIGURO — ✧.*

You glanced at Toji as he steered the car down the quiet, tree-lined street. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between you two, but that familiar weight of his presence filled the silence. He always carried himself with an easy confidence, a kind of quiet power that made him stand out without even trying.

“You don’t have to look so annoyed,” you teased, catching the subtle furrow in his brow as he pulled into Jinichi’s driveway.

Toji didn’t say anything at first, just smirked and glanced sideways at you. “I’m not annoyed,” he grumbled, though the slight tilt of his mouth said otherwise. “Just not exactly in the mood for the family dinner crap.”

You rolled your eyes.

Classic Toji.

“Be nice. It’s just dinner. You’re not walking into a fight,” you reminded him with a soft laugh, unbuckling your seatbelt. “And you know exactly how much your nephew adores you.”

That earned you a low chuckle as he cut the engine and slouched back in his seat.

“Kid's got good taste. I’m the only fun one ‘round here.”

You both stepped out of the car and as you made your way up the driveway, the front door swung open. 

Your brother-in-law, Jinichi, stood there, smiling at you both, but barely had the chance to greet you before the sound of hurried footsteps followed behind him.

“Toji-ojisan!”

A small, dark-haired blur darted past Jinichi and straight toward Toji. Before you could blink, Toji’s nephew had attached himself to his leg, looking up with wide eyes.

“Uncle Toji! You came! Are you gonna tell me more stories about when you were younger?”

Toji raised an eyebrow, smirking down at the kid, then cast a sidelong glance at you.

“See? Told you. I’m the fun one.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a smile as Toji crouched down to ruffle his nephew’s hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Already am,” he replied, deadpan, before turning his full attention to the kid.

“What’s up, brat? You been behaving?”

The little boy nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Yep! I’ve been practicing just like you told me. Can we go to the backyard later? You gotta see my new moves!”

Toji stood back up, arms crossed as he exchanged a quick glance with Jinichi, who gave a knowing grin.

There was an unspoken fondness between them, though Jinichi didn’t say anything, just stepping aside to let you in.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, the scent of homemade food already filling the air. You noticed Toji’s posture relax—just a bit—as you made your way to the living room.

His nephew stuck to his side like glue, constantly asking about everything from Toji’s workout routine to his old school stories.

Toji answered in his usual blunt way, never indulging the kid too much, but just enough to keep him hooked.

After dinner, you found yourself sitting outside on the back patio, watching Toji and his nephew go over some silly mock sparring moves.

The boy had his fists up, trying to mimic Toji’s stance, all while Toji lazily dodged the punches, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes.

You leaned back in your chair, and for a moment, it was like your heart swelled in your chest—three sizes too big, you thought with a smile.

It was impossible not to feel that warmth as you watched Toji with his nephew, his tough exterior softened just a bit in these moments.

He’d never admit it, but seeing him like this, in his own way, playing the doting uncle…it made you melt.

You could see it in the way his nephew looked at him, hanging onto his every word. And the way Toji engaged—aloof but present—it warmed something deep inside you.

“You’re such a softie, you know that?” you called out, your voice teasing but laced with affection.

Toji turned, still holding up a lazy guard, eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah? How d’you figure?”

You gave him a knowing grin, folding your arms. “Look at you—out here entertaining him like you don’t enjoy it. Don’t act like you don’t love being the ‘cool uncle.’”

He straightened up, brushing his hands through his hair as he cast a quick glance at his nephew—who was too busy practicing his “new moves” on a nearby tree—to respond.

Then, with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat, he stepped toward you. “Maybe I am a softie,” he started, voice low, “but only for you.”

You blinked, a playful roll of your eyes as you went to respond—

“Though, I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ I’m neverr soft for...”

It took you all of two seconds to realize where he was going, but before he could finish the joke, you flicked him right in the forehead.

“Toji!” You scolded, laughing despite yourself.

He grinned, all too pleased with himself, as he rubbed his forehead.

“What? You’re the one who brought it up, sweetheart.”

“You’re awful,” you said, shaking your head, though the warmth in your chest remained. You could never stay mad at him, especially not when he was like this—so smug, so sure of himself.

“And to think I almost thought you were sweet for a second.”

He leaned down, one hand coming to rest on the arm of your chair as he hovered over you, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“Almost, huh?”

You flicked his forehead again, but softer this time. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms as he glanced toward his nephew, still occupied in his makeshift sparring match with the tree.

“Brat’s got a lot to learn,” he muttered, but you could hear the fondness there, the warmth beneath his tough exterior.

“Kid might be cooler than me one day.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you watched the two of them together.

“Not possible,” you said softly, though Toji didn’t hear it—or pretended not to.

Either way, in that moment, your heart was full. This was your life, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧.* — GOJO SATORU — ✧.*

Gojo’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel as he hummed along to the radio, sunglasses perched—needlessly—on his nose despite the fact it was well after sunset.

You shot him a side-eye.

“You do realize we’re just going to Shoko’s for dinner, right? You’re acting like you’re about to perform on stage.”

He grinned, his lips pulling into that signature cocky smile.

“Aren’t I always the main attraction, though? Especially tonight. Her kid adores me.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because you let him climb all over you like a jungle gym.”

“Hey, I’m just providing the fun. I can’t help that I’m a natural favourite,” he quipped, glancing at you for emphasis before focusing back on the road.

“You say that like it’s a talent,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest grew as you thought about it.

It was hard not to love Gojo when he was like this—carefree, playful, and so naturally magnetic, especially around kids.

By the time you pulled up to Shoko’s house, you could already hear the muffled sound of laughter and conversation.

The front door creaked open before either of you could knock, and Shoko’s five-year-old son burst out, arms outstretched, ready to greet his hero.

“Gojo-nii!” The kid’s excitement was so pure, it was contagious.

Gojo’s grin only widened, and he crouched down to scoop him up in one smooth motion.

“Hey, champ! Been keeping things under control at this house? Your mom can be a handful…”

The boy giggled as Gojo swung him around effortlessly, his small hands gripping the fabric of Gojo’s coat. 

You stood back for a moment, hand still resting on the open passenger door, with a growing smile on your face.

Gojo’s childlike energy matched the kid’s perfectly, and it never failed to make your heart melt.

“He’s been waiting for you all day,” Shoko called from the hallway, rolling her eyes as she stepped into view.

“Good luck tearing him away from you tonight.”

Gojo set the kid down with a dramatic flair, straightening up and shooting a playful wink at you.

“What can I say? I’ve got that irresistible charm.”

“Careful, your ego’s showing again,” you quipped, nudging him as you all walked into the house.

As Gojo and the boy ran off to “catch up”—which likely meant some sort of wild chase through the living room—you found yourself watching from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and heart swelling.

It always surprised you how soft Gojo could be, especially around kids. 

His usual swagger and bravado were still there, but he had a way of connecting with them that was genuinely sweet. It made your heart skip in ways you had never expected.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head slightly as you watched Gojo give the kid a piggyback ride, the room filled with their laughter. 

Shoko came up beside you, handing you a glass of wine. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where Satoru Gojo is someone’s favorite jungle gym,” she commented dryly, taking a sip from her own glass.

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s weird, right? But he loves it.”

Shoko gave you a knowing look. “Does he? Or does he just love being adored?”

You grinned, letting out a short laugh before responding.

“Both. Definitely both.”

Later, after dinner, Gojo had somehow convinced the boy to show him every toy he owned, and you found yourself watching them again, heart swelling even more.

You didn’t know how, but every time Gojo was around that kid, you swore your heart was overwhelmed with admiration.

“You’re good with him, you know,” you said softly as you sidled up next to Gojo, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping the boy assemble a toy robot. “It’s almost like you… enjoy this.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. “Enjoy? What are you trying to say, love? You think I’m not the paternal type?”

You smirked, leaning down to whisper, “I think you love it, actually...”

Gojo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms and giving you a playful look. “Oh, I love a lot of things,” he said smoothly, lowering his voice.

“And most of them are when we’re not around a five-year-old.”

You blinked, realizing the meaning behind his words, and lightly smacked him at the back of his head. “Satoru!”

“Ow!” He pouted, rubbing the back of his head. “What? I’m just being honest.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a grin. “You’re the worst.”

“Actually…I’m the best,” he corrected with a wink, as the kid ran back to Gojo’s side, completely oblivious to the innuendo.

Watching Gojo with that playful smile and the way he effortlessly entertained the kid—who was still tugging at his sleeve to show him yet another toy—made you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth.

Sure, Gojo could be an insufferable flirt, but seeing him like this, so naturally connected and full of energy, reminded you why you loved him so much.

Even when he was being a ridiculous show-off, he had a way of making your heart burst with affection.

“Okay, okay,” you said, shaking your head fondly.

“Let’s see if you can at least try to behave yourself the rest of the night.”

Gojo stood up, stretching dramatically, and then leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“No promises. You know me—I always aim to please.”

You smacked him again, this time softer, as he flashed that signature grin of his and turned his attention back to Shoko’s son, who was already planning his next adventure with his “cool uncle.”

✧.* — NANAMI KENTO — ✧.*

The evening sky was beginning to blush with hues of orange and pink as you and Nanami made your way to your sister's house. 

The quiet hum of the car and the familiar scent of Nanami’s cologne made the drive feel calm, though you couldn’t help the tiny flutter of excitement in your stomach.

Family dinners were always nice, but this time there was a little extra something—your niece loved Nanami.

“I think she loves you more than she loves me,” you said playfully, turning to glance at your husband as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Nanami’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.

“Hardly. She just appreciates that I bring her books.”

“Books, toys, puzzles, snacks—don’t act like you haven’t been spoiling her.” You teased, gently nudging his arm.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, but you could see the way his eyes softened.

“I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

You grinned.

It was the kind of answer you'd expect from Nanami—thoughtful, selfless, and with an unspoken affection that melted your heart every time.

It was hard to imagine anyone not loving him, really. 

As you pulled up in front of your sister’s house, you didn’t even have a chance to step out of the car before the front door swung open.

Your niece, a whirlwind of energy with messy pigtails and a huge smile, came racing down the path.

“Uncle Kento!” she squealed, her little feet pounding against the pavement as she made a beeline for Nanami.

He stepped out of the car just in time for her to throw her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly. Nanami looked slightly startled but quickly softened, crouching down to her level. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Her face lit up at his greeting, and she quickly started tugging him towards the house.

“Come on! I have to show you my new dollhouse! You’re going to love it!”

You watched them from a few steps behind, heart warming at the sight. Nanami—who always seemed so composed and serious—was completely wrapped around your niece’s tiny finger. It was an endearing contrast, watching the usually stoic man willingly get pulled into a child’s world of excitement and play.

By the time you reached the front door, your niece had already dragged Nanami inside, babbling non-stop about the dollhouse, the latest puzzle he bought her, and a new storybook she wanted him to read later. 

You exchanged a smile with your sister, who had appeared in the doorway, laughing as she watched her daughter commandeer Nanami's attention.

“He’s got the magic touch with kids, huh?” Your sister remarked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, stepping inside. “She loves him. I think she’s ready to keep him all to herself.”

“Good luck getting him back,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge as you both headed into the living room.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and your niece proudly showing Nanami everything she could think of—her new school projects, her favorite toys, and even a drawing she had made “just for him.” 

He listened attentively, offering genuine praise, his voice calm but warm in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just humoring her. He cared.

You found yourself watching the two of them, your heart swelling with each small interaction. 

It was impossible not to smile, seeing Nanami, the man who rarely let himself relax, so at ease around your niece. 

Nanami had just finished reading her a bedtime story, and now she was fast asleep, curled up under the blankets with her favorite stuffed toy.

“She’s asleep,” he murmured softly, his hand brushing your niece’s hair away from her face.

You stepped forward, quietly gathering the blankets to tuck her in. “You’re really good with her, you know?”

He glanced at you, a faint smile on his lips. “I try.”

“No, really,” you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “She loves you. You’re her favorite.”

Nanami’s eyes softened at your words, but he didn’t say much more, his hand lingering on your niece’s small form for a moment longer before standing up.

The two of you quietly exited the room, letting her sleep in peace.

After saying your goodbyes to your sister and thanking her for dinner, you both made your way out to the car. 

The night air was cool, and the streets were quiet as Nanami opened the passenger door for you, his hand resting briefly at the small of your back as you slid into the seat.

The drive home was calm, with the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road creating a peaceful background hum. You glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur into soft orbs as they passed by.

Nanami was silent beside you, his hands steady on the wheel. There was something thoughtful in the way he held himself, a quiet contemplation that you could sense even without looking at him.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued by the sudden weight in his voice.

Nanami hesitated for a moment, his thumb tapping lightly on the steering wheel before reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Of what I want,” he said, his voice a little quieter. “Of what we could have.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication behind his words, and you turned to face him fully, sensing where this was going.

“Kento…” You began softly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he continued, his gaze fixed ahead on the road.

“For a while now, actually.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your pulse quicken as the meaning behind his words settled in. He wasn’t just talking about your niece anymore.

“You’re talking about…” you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper.

“A family,” he finished for you, his tone gentle but certain. “I want us to have a baby.”

For a moment, you just sat there.

You had always known that Nanami cared deeply, that he was serious about your future together, but hearing him say it like this, so plainly, so sincerely—it was something else entirely.

“You want a baby?” You repeated softly, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

He nodded, his eyes still focused on the road but softening as he spoke.

“Yes. I want to start a family with you. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, but… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

You reached over, gently placing your hand on top of his where it rested on your leg.

“You’re not pressuring me, Kento. I…” You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

“I want that too. With you. More than anything.”

When you finally pulled up to your home, Nanami turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, the faint glow of the streetlights illuminating his thoughtful expression. 

He turned to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your heart skip.

“I mean it,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re ready. We’ll do this together.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a warmth and certainty you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Well…I am ready now...” You said with a playful tone.

He smiled then—small, soft, and full of love—and leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, sealing the quiet promise you had both made tonight.

“Well then lets get inside.”

✧.* — SUGURU GETO — ✧.*

It was a peaceful evening, and the low hum of conversation filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clatter of building blocks. You sat cross-legged on the couch, watching as Suguru helped Utahime's son with his tower-building endeavor.

The little boy was fully engaged, eyes bright with excitement as Suguru gently guided his small hands to balance each block perfectly.

“Higher, Sugu! Make it taller!” the boy giggled, his enthusiasm filling the room with an infectious joy.

Suguru chuckled softly, his deep voice filled with warmth.

“Careful, we don’t want it to fall,” he murmured, adding another block to the structure with a steady hand.

His long fingers made the task look effortless, and the boy watched in awe.

You leaned back against the couch cushions, the sight of Suguru interacting with the child making your heart swell.

There was something about seeing him like this—patient, soft-spoken, so full of care. It was a side of him that you loved deeply, and it reminded you just how much of a natural he was with kids.

“You’re really good with him,” you commented, your voice a little more tender than usual as you admired the scene before you.

Suguru glanced over at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

“He’s easy to please,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy, who was now clapping his hands excitedly as the tower grew taller.

“Still,” you said, watching the way the boy leaned into Suguru, clearly adoring him, “he’s obsessed with you. I’ve never seen him so attached.”

Suguru smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but your heart warmed anyway.

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope you don’t break his heart when we leave.”

The boy turned to you, his face lighting up with joy. “Sugu is so cool, y/n! He’s gonna help me with my blocks forever!”

You chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair as you watched Suguru pretend to be serious.

“Forever, huh? That’s a long time, buddy.”

Suguru leaned down, lowering his voice conspiratorially as if sharing a secret with the boy.

“I don’t mind,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “As long as I get to build the biggest towers.”

The boy giggled, his eyes sparkling as he nodded enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was moments like this that made your heart grow three sizes.

You leaned forward, nudging Suguru’s shoulder lightly.

“Admit it, you’re loving this.”

Suguru’s dark eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Of course! What’s not to love?”

Before you could respond, the familiar sound of keys jingling outside the door caught your attention.

You glanced at the clock—it was just about time for Utahime to be home.

The front door creaked open, and Utahime stepped inside, looking a little worn out but smiling when she saw the scene in front of her.

“Looks like I missed all the fun,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude as she took in the sight of her son sitting on the floor, still glued to Suguru’s side.

“Mama!” The boy immediately jumped up, running toward her with open arms. Utahime knelt down, scooping him up with a tired but happy sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head. “Were you good for Suguru and y/n?”

“He was an angel,” you replied with a smile, standing up from the couch. “Though, I think Suguru’s the real hero tonight.”

Utahime chuckled, glancing at Suguru with an appreciative smile.

“I don’t doubt it. Thanks for watching him—both of you. I owe you one.”

Suguru waved her off, standing up and stretching his arms.

“No need. He’s a fun kid. We built the tallest tower yet.”

The boy wiggled in Utahime’s arms, looking up at her excitedly.

“Mama, it was so tall! Sugu’s the best!”

Utahime smiled down at him, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you had fun, sweetie. Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?”

As Utahime carried her son off to his room, you turned to Suguru, your hand finding his arm as you gave him a gentle squeeze.

“You were great with him tonight,” you said softly, your eyes full of affection.

Suguru gave you a warm smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“I had fun,” he murmured. “But we should probably head out.”

You nodded, glancing around the apartment to make sure everything was in order. After a few minutes, Utahime returned, looking more relaxed now that her son was settled.

“Thanks again, guys,” she said, walking you both to the door. “I’ll definitely owe you one for this.”

“Anytime,” you replied with a smile, giving her a quick hug before stepping out into the cool evening air.

As you and Suguru made your way to his bike, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. There was something peaceful about nights like this—watching Suguru be so gentle and kind, seeing how naturally he fit into the role of caretaker.

It stirred something warm and familiar deep within you.

Once you both stepped outside into the cool evening air, Suguru glanced at you with a smirk.

“You know,” he started, his tone laced with that unmistakable teasing charm, “playing with Utahime’s kid is fun and all, but…” He paused, raising an eyebrow as he reached for your hand. “I was thinking we should get home and get to some 'baby-making' ourselves… if you know what I mean.”

Heat instantly bloomed in your cheeks as you laughed, nudging him in the ribs. “Suguru!”

But before you could respond properly, Suguru swept you off your feet with ease, lifting you into his arms.

“What? It’s a solid plan, plus you're the one who kept saying I'm just sooo good with kids.” He grinned, peppering your face with soft kisses as he carried you toward his motorcycle.

“Put me down!” You laughed, but your protests were playful as Suguru’s kisses continued, light and affectionate, his breath warm against your skin.

“You love it,” he murmured between kisses, making you giggle even more.

With one final press of his lips to your forehead, Suguru set you down beside his motorcycle, the playful glint in his eyes still there.

“Now, let’s get home,” he said, sliding onto the bike and passing you your helmet. “We’ve got some important work to do.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

As the engine roared to life, you pressed your cheek against his back, feeling that same peaceful contentment wash over you once more.

And as you sped off into the night, the playful warmth of Suguru's teasing stayed with you, a reminder of just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

Author's Note II: Let me know your thoughts on these and lmk if you want me to do any other characters :)

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