#sukuna just likes the feeling of yuuji’s body on him while yuuji just fucking hates sukuna bc of his unpredictable behavior

[luminescent-cow]

Sukuita reminds me of those cats who fight so much, knocking every furniture down, tearing couches and curtains, scratching and biting each other just because one of them touched the other once.

One small boop and hell breaks loose. Like they mind their own business most of the time, but that one second that either of them feels like causing trouble or even accidentally bump against the other. Oh maaan, so much money down the drain.

And you know after they get all that energy out, they be cuddling and sleeping on each other, licking each other’s wounds and they be purring and shit too.

Their owner (us ngl) don’t know if they should separate them because they’re chaotic little shits or let them be with each other cuz enemies-and-lovers trope cat AU

[yuujispinkhair]

Had this silly little thirsty thing in my head for weeks and I have enough courage to say it skdh

Letting Yuji thighfuck you as his reward

Making Sukuna thighfuck you as his punishment

Idk- I feel like Yuji would love it.. cause he's so sweet and thinks you're cute all over *kicking my feet*

And- now idk how you'd make Kuna submit like that- although, that subby college kuna is on the mind yk hehe

anyway- that is all, ily and I'm loving the Hockey AU so far mwah 💗💕

AAAH RISA I LOVE THIS 🥵🥵 Thank you so much for sharing this with me!! 💗

Yuuji x Reader, Sukuna x Reader. 700 words. 18+. Smut. Thighfucking (Reader is sitting on a kitchen counter with her legs crossed). Praise kink, cum-eating in Yuuji's case. Degradation kink, overstimulation, squirting/piss in Sukuna's case. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

Yuuji is happy about anything you give him. He is so in love with you and your body it drives him crazy to push his leaking cock between your beautiful thighs. He walked into the kitchen, seeing you sitting on the counter in that short skirt, and he was instantly rock-hard. He laughed sheepishly and apologized for his dick, but you smiled at him and put a hand on the large tent in his grey sweatpants.

"It's ok Yuuji. I like how much you want me. Come here, baby."

The moment Yuuji realized what you had in mind, he was already pushing his sweats down eagerly, lips opening in a loud moan. It felt dirty, and that excited him.

Yuuji is always a nasty one. Cute but nasty and very horny. So he is all too happy and grateful that you let him rub his horny cock against your soft skin. It looks so hot how his swollen, wet mushroom head peeks out between your plush thighs, drooling pre-cum all over himself and smearing it between your sexy thighs when he fucks them. Things become more slippery with each horny thrust, and it makes Yuuji moan shamelessly.

You tell him to look at you, and when he does, you pet his hair and coo at him,

"You are so sweet, Yuuji. Such a good boy. I love you so much, baby."

And Yuuji nuts so hard 💗 His large hands dig into your thighs, his moans all high-pitched and cute, while his pretty cock throbs and shoots Yuuji's thick warm cum down your thighs.

You don't even have to tell him afterward that he should lick you clean. That sweet boy is already on his knees, caressing your calves with his large warm hands while he eagerly licks his cum off your thighs while moaning against your skin how much he loves you.

Sukuna (I also imagine fucktoy Sukuna from "Bad Boy - Good Toy" here) grits his teeth to hold back his moans and glares angrily at you while he ruts desperately against you. Angry at himself for being such a needy mess for you, who needs to touch you so bad that he is even ok with this!

He thought you would let him fuck you tonight, but you just grinned at him and laughed mockingly, telling him that bad boys don't deserve your pussy. "Next time, you better behave nicer throughout the day. You are such a brat, Kuna. I really have to put you in your place."

He hates how fucking hard he got when you talked to him like that and when you sat on the kitchen counter and pointed to your legs with that cruel smile on your pretty face.

"If you are so needy, you can put your pretty dick here, baby."

He hates that he didn't even hesitate but pulled his cock out immediately, slapped it against your thigh, and then pushed it between your crossed legs with an angry and horny hiss falling from his lips.

And now Sukuna is standing here in the kitchen with his jeans and boxer briefs pooling around his ankles, fucking your thighs like some dog in heat. Fast and desperate. Groaning anytime his throbbing cock glides through the tight warm gap between your thighs.

He feels his head spin as you milk drop after drop of pre-cum out of his aching cock, while taunting him about how excited he is. But fuck, it feels good, and the way you smile at him makes him feel so strange.

"Aww look at you, Kuna. You are so pathetic. You gonna hump yourself against me until you make a mess all over me? So cute. My little horny slut."

It's too much. Sukuna growls a needy-sounding "Shut up, brat!" even as he feels his muscles contract, unable to hold back the intense orgasm that makes his whole muscular body shake as he cums all over your legs and the kitchen floor like some little excited loser, shooting his milky seed everywhere.

You don't let him go, only press your thighs together tighter and squeeze his orgasming cock, forcing Sukuna to give you every last drop of cum he has in him. He is whining by the end, so over-stimulated that tears gather in his eyes, and he even squirts a little, hearing you laugh when the sticky mix of his warm piss and cum trickle out of his angry, swollen cockhead.

😵😵💗💗

Both of them drive me INSANE!! Yuuji is such a cutie, and I want to praise him all day!! And Kuna is my favorite little brat who brings out my sadistic side. I am so in love with both of them!!

Thank you so much for sending me this sexy idea!! 💗

I hope you enjoyed your little fun time with our boys ;) Who is your fave?

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

And if anyone wants to read more about this subby version of Sukuna, you can find two sexy stories about fucktoy Sukuna here: Bad Boy - Good Toy

[mysicklove]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 14: LEG HUMPING

With: Ryomen Sukuna

Word Count: 4.4k (wow)

Warnings: Sub! Sukuna, Gn! Reader, Yuuji and reader r dating (Yuuji x reader), lots of threatening of death/small violent acts,, reader slaps him, sukuna has 2 cocks in his true form, heavy power dynamics, mention of subspace, previous cuffing, small mounts of blood

A/N: i feel like i wrote this while i was high, but i was sober. idk. this is unedited but i will edit it tomorrow morning

“I fucking hate you, you know that? Despise every cell of your body.”

You hold back a laugh, running your fingers through his hair, which earns another near animalistic growl. “Well aren't you dramatic, King of Curses. Where did my Yuuji go?”

Sukuna glares up at you, lips curling upward. He was kneeling, with his hands chained behind his back, while you sit on a chair, crossed legged. He was in the position Yuuji was in seconds ago. The position that Yuuji asked to be put in. Sukuna, obviously did not agree to this arrangement.

Yuuji must have lost control when he sank into the subspace. Just for a second, which was all the curse needed to arise. He was watching the entire time, snickering when Yuujis begs got too dramatic, or joining in on the unwelcomed degradation when the boy started to cry. 

But the only time the king was silent was when you spoke. He would conjur himself on Yuujis arm, face, hand, and just listen.

His vessel was a pervert, really, and you were too. He watched the boy go through the most humiliating things, and still he would always end up begging for more. The curse would rather die than to steep as low as Yuuji did. It was pathetic, truly. 

But sometimes, when Sukuna sticks around for too long, he finds himself hypnotized by your voice. It was always so soft with Yuuji, full of adoration, but he could not miss the authority that oozed from your tone. Strict rules that were meant to be followed, commands that were not dared questioned, and punishments that were no empty threats. He was there when Yuuji was also punished, in those rare times. They were not fun, even if the brat held a raging hard on through it all.

But overall, Sukuna was strangely enamored by your character. He was always top dog, the strongest, the king of curses, but what about you sends a shiver down his spine? Why does he want to hear your doting words? Not to Yuuji, but to him. 

Sukuna realized not long after having these thoughts that he wants to fuck you. Or maybe just get a handjob while you whisper lewd things in his ear, the way you did to the brat. Or maybe you'll wrap your lips around his dick if he was to play nice for a bit. 

It will be just a one time thing. Just so he knows for sure that he doesnt want you. Yuujis thoughts of you must be clouding his. Tonight he was here to confirm.

“Brats gone. You’ve broke him or something. Humans do that,” Sukuna pipes up, rolling his eyes, and glancing back at the cuffs he has on. He rips them off without hesitation, sending the metal falling to the ground.

Sukuna was lying. Yuuji barely was dipping into the subspace, and you know his limits well enough. Sukuna was out because he wants to be out with you. But alas, you want to see how far this will go, so you continue to play with him. A fake pout covers your face and you sigh. “Those were Yuujis favorite cuffs, was that necessary?” Not a lie. 

Sukuna dramatically stretches his hands out, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He still remains on his knees. “Annoying things. Not like they would work on me.”

“Yeah, because they weren't for you.”

He stares at you, flashing his teeth. “He could have broken out of them too.”

“But he wouldn't have. He is good.” Your foot presses on his thigh, where it was previously resting, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you. You were into this, he could tell. 

But he wasnt going to let you know, that he was also strangely intrigued as to what was going on right here. So, he rolls his eyes, and shifts under your foot, but doesn't move completely. “Doesnt fucking matter. Whatever. Brats pathetic.”

“He’s not. Dont be an ass,” You sigh, leaning back into your chair, and cracking a smile at the ceiling while you think about the scene that is about to unfold. Never would you have thought he would be coming to you. You always had small fantasies of fucking Sukuna, but you would never act on them, frankly because you knew that the curse wasnt interested. He was the one to nearly spit on the two of you during these times. But now, the cards were in his hands.

Sukuna’s hands creep onto your lower leg, and you try your best to ignore it. His nails gently scratch over your skin, and you dont dare to move. Instead, you let out a dramatic breath, and then press onto his thigh again. “Now what do I do…” You, very obviously, prompt, and Sukuna wants to roll his eyes.

“You want me to fuck you, that right?” He in turn teases, seeing if you will take the bait. The both of you are teetering on ice, waiting for eachothers next move.

To this, you lean forward, resting your arms on your knees so that you are face to face with the curse. He doesn't even flinch, just stares with an amused expression, while your fingers trail along his jaw. “But thats not what you want, is it?” You purr, face nearly inches from his. “And besides…Thought you hated me?”

He grins at you, smile borderline predatory. “I do. You make my vessel do disgusting things.”

“You watch us a lot, don't you Sukuna?”

He falters for a second, and then suddenly he feels your foot moves from his thigh, and toward his boxers. Yuuji was only wearing his black briefs when he was sent to Sukuna's domain. “Do you get off to it?”

The familiar glare replaces the smile, and his nails dig into your skin, harsh in warning, but not enough to draw blood. “As if. You two make me sick. You are corrupting the brat. You're disgusting.”

He can tell he is beginning to tick you off, but he does not mind, especially the way your foot slowly begins to press down on his cock. “Then why are you here Sukuna?”

“To fuck you,” He quips, rolling his eyes as if it was the obvious – he did already tell you this. The hand on your leg doesn't let up, and he hitches a breath when you step almost uncomfortably hard on him. A shiver runs down his spine, and he loathes the fact that maybe he is getting off to this.

“And why would I allow you to?”

But alas, his pride would never let up. “Allow me to? You think you can tell me what to do all of the sudden. I could kill you in a heartbeat.”

You roll your eyes at his bared teeth and the narrowed red eyes that are looking up toward you. “You are the one kneeling before me.” 

He doesn't move from his position and the two of you stare in silence. You restrain from voicing your approval, not wanting to piss the already tempermental curse off. 

Sukuna sighs and taps on the skin of your leg, signalling you to continue. “Get on with it. I want to see how gross your desires can be.”

“Will you be good for me and listen?”

“Is that what the boy does?”

You cock your head to the side, fighting the urge to furrow your eyebrows at him. “Yuuji? You know the answer to that question, you voyeur.”

The curse pinches at his brow, obviously peeved by your statement, and you cant help but giggle lightly at hin. “Not a voyeur. Just want…Whatever. Now for fucks sake, do something. Yes, yes I'll listen, do you want me to bark or some shit? I am not as pathetic and moldable as your other toy.”

The slap comes quick, sending a stinging sensation to his cheek, and Sukunas eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slowly brings his hands up to his face, touching the now pinkened skin, before turning to you. He didnt even have time to process it, or get angry about it, before you spoke. "Enough with the insults to Yuuji. Are you looking for some sort of attention?”

“Fuc-”

Another slap directly to the same spot, and Sukuna knows this time that he could have blocked it. You were a human, your attacks were slow, weak. But he didnt block. He let you do this. He was going mad, he had to be. 

His face stings, and your hand comes forward to grip at his jaw. He tries to hide a wince, but you watch him clench his teeth together. “Are you done?”

He had two choices in the matter. One to keep, willingly, Sukuna notes with much hesitancy, get slapped around, or he can get his dick possibly wet. He came for the latter, and so he will abide, even if it damaged his pride. He looks away, and that is the best answer you'll get. “Good. Well that was easy. Does your face hurt?”

Sukuna barks a laugh, and you raise your eyebrows. “Do you have any perception of how weak you are?”

You raise your hand up immediately to strike, and the curse flinches, preparing for what was to come next. But you just keep your hand there, eyes widening in glee, while Sukuna borderline growls. He doesn't say anything though, so you lower your hand, and rest it on his head. The act causes his whole body goes rigid, but he continues to remain silent.

“I want you to put your hands behind your back.” Your first command toward him, and Sukuna, as embarrassing as it is, feels his heart begin to pound. His mouth goes dry, and he slowly releases them from your leg and slides them behind him, his wrists crossing over. 

A playful smile pulls at your lips, and you lean over to him, ruffling up his hair as if he was some sort of dog to be pet. “Good little curse!”

Sukuna's heart pounds in his chest, and he begins to grow restless. His cock throbbed pathetically at the words, and he was embarrassed to admit that the praise felt nice. Different than the deranged pleasure he felt from the slap, and the harsh tone, but….Good overall. He nods with a scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Can you fucking hurry up.”

His hips gently buck into the pad of your sock, and you try your best to stay calm. He was liking it, all of it was so weird, but endearing, so you didnt move to stop him. “Are you getting frustrated, ‘kuna?”

The nickname has him catching his breath, and shifting on the pads of feet. The tone of your voice was sickenly sweet, and if he allowed himself to, Sukuna could melt into it. He tries to hold some of his dignity. “N-No,” He stutters out, and then curses under his breathe of how stupid he must sound. He quickly recuperates himself. “What do you want from me, you sick fuck?”

“Anything I want?”

“Don't hold your breath.”

You slowly remove your foot from his crotch, and the curse bites his tongue to hold back a complaint. He watches your eyes travel to the ceiling, lost in thought, before you turn back to him with a small grin. “Take your boxers off, and then put your hands back where they were. Exactly where they were.”

Sukuna was not shy, and neither were you, so he is quick to remove the article of clothing. Though of course this was Sukuna, so it was unnecessarily dramatic. He slices the thin fabric open with a single nail, and then throws the useless cloth away. Then he sighs when he looks down. “Of course the brat is small.”

Yuuji was many things, but small was definitely not one of them. He is well over the average size, and it was borderline intimidating. If Sukuna was calling Yuuji small then you didnt even want to know what the curse was carrying. “Small compared to your inhuman-freakish cock?”

“-s”

Your furrow you eyebrows and hum in question.

Sukunas grin is cocky, his body reeking of arrogance, even if he was the one kneeling. “You forgot the “s”. Cocks. Plural.”

Your face controrts to first shock, fear, and then finally lands on distain. “That's disgusting.”

“You say that now but when you are drooling on them later–” Another slap across the face, and Sukuna actually didn't see this one coming. It stuns him speechless for a moment, but then he shivers, cupping his cheek with one of his hands. His eyes flicker to you, but they don't hold any disdain in them – he simply just watches, curious of your next move.

He fails to notice the glob of precum that falls onto the floor after the slap. “Ah, are you leaking Sukuna? Does getting hit turn you on?”

It may be the pain, or may be the psychological aspect of it all. If he says something wrong, he gets punished, and for some reason or another, that drives him insane with desire. He gulps, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. “Of course not. I am not the pervert here.”

“But I bet I could make you do some perverted things.”

His cock, as humiliating as it is, likes the sound of that. It noticeably twitches, and he hopes that more pre doesn't slip out before starting anything. His hands shift from behind his back, but he doesnt dare to move them. “Yeah? How far does your twisted mind go?”

“Far. But I dont want to scare you off too badly tonight,” You sigh, leaning back comfortably in your chair. Sukuna holds off a growl, peeved at how you worded the statement. “Guess you can just hump my leg.”

He laughs, loud and proudly, but your smile withstands. You rest your cheek on your palm, and you wait for the booming laugh to die down. It does, not after long, and slowly when he realizes that you arent joking, the curse glares as you. “Oh fuck off. I told you I am not to be your dog.”

You sigh, and stand up from your chair. “Guess we will end here for the night then. Send Yuuji back when he is well rested.”

A clawed hand wraps around your leg, and Sukuna bares his teeth at you. “Fine. I'll do it. Would you stop being so dramatic?” He gets out through clenched teeth.

You nod and sit back down in your chair, kicking your leg out. Sukuna eyes it, as if unsure of what to do. “Mount it,” You encourage, shaking your limb ever so gently.

“I know how to, you fucking idiot,” He bites, and then slowly uses his knees to push himself forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, and he stares at you the entire time as he straddles you. Your foot rests beneath his body, and his cock barely grazes your lower knee. One hand rests on the back of your leg for security, and the other onto the edge of your chair.

You gulp, and move your leg upward, pinning his cock in between his stomach and the skin of your leg. The curse doesnt dare to move, and he holds a wince when he glances at the glob that drips from his tip and smears onto your leg. A token sign that he is unbelievably turned on. “Drooling over me already? I'm flattered.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Bite your tongue before I rip it off.” 

You don't even flinch at the threat, instead applying more force upward, making the curse curl inward on himself as he tries to lift his hips upward, away from the foot. “Get on with it,” You command, leaving no room for complaints. 

His eyes flicker toward you when he hears the strictness in your tone, and he blinks when you glare at him. He gulps, ignoring the pleasant shiver that runs down his spine. But he doesn't dwell on it, because you lower your leg again, and he is free to move. His hands feel strangely shaky, but he hides it well, not wanting to know how much power, Sukuna is discovering quickly, you have over him. 

He lines his cock to the middle of your leg, and thrusts forward without much hesitancy. The skin is soft, and it glides over with little resistance, and Sukuna’s eyes are glued to the spot. 

Its strange, not as pleasurable like all the previous women he has fucked, nor a warm throat, but for some reason or another, it sends his head spinning.

His hips retreat, and they push themselves upward against the plush of your leg. Eventually he falls into a steady motion, entranced by his actions. It's pathetic, and gross, but why did it feel so good? A leg shouldnt be pleasurable –  it doesnt wrap around his cock like he wants it to, but it is strangely addicting. 

He realizes quickly why it feels that way – Sukuna is no idiot. He likes the psychological part behind it. He likes that he is kneeling for you, and getting off to something so measly as this. It makes him feel gross compared to you – nothing more than skum, and you, must be some sort of god. It turns him on so much he can barely stand it.

His head falls forward, and it taps onto your thigh. His whole body seems to tremble, and the timing of his thrusts seems to pick up – they are quicker, frantic, and his cock nearly slides off more than it should. 

Your fingers fall to his head, and this time he doesnt move, in fact he seems to melt into the touch. This was weird, and you were both intrigued, and slightly scared. “You really seem to be liking this, huh?”

He doesn't respond for a long second, maneuvering his fingers to hold onto the back of your  leg with his thumbs left in front of the limp. It provides a makeshift “O” and finally the curse feels like he is actually fucking something, rather than just grinding. “There ya go,” He mumbles to himself, as if lost in a trance. His cock slides itself between your leg and his thumbs, and its driving him insane.

When he doesnt respond, you tug backward on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. To your surprise, he doesnt glare at you, nor let out a biting remark; instead, the curse moans. Its low, and holds a sort of vibration to it, but definitely there. “Oh you fucking freak.”

He lets out a lazy grin, neck uncomfortably craned upward. You watch the way he licks at his teeth, and he breathes out, “More.”

You press your leg deeper into him, and Sukuna in response lets out another gutteral moan, except this one holds a whine to it. The sound travels straight to your groin, and you sit up in your chair, eyes slightly widening. “What changed, king? Dont tell me your getting off to grinding against a mere human peasant like me?”

He lets out a small, breahthless laugh, but doesnt dare stop his motions. “Just this once. Just this once let me, and th-then I swear you are dead.”

Your leg is glistening in some small areas, from when he leaked and spread it into the skin with his tip. He stares at your face the entirety of it, even when you look away to glance at his cock. “But ‘kuna, whose leg will you frot against if you kill me? Aw dont tell me, youll find another to cling to. Y’know I am the only one who can take care of you.”

You drop his head and he goes back to resting his forehead on your knee. His pants are warm against your leg, and you feel him shake his head.

You are right of course. He would never dare show another this side of him to another. He doesnt want to either, even if he never would admit it outloud. “J-Just stop it. Please.”

Please was not in the king of curses vocabulary. Your eyes widen with glee. “How much do you like it? Tell me, does my leg feel good?”

“Does. Fuck. Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.” He nods his head into your leg, hiding his face. His body turns a shade similar to his hair, and it begins to glisten with sweat from his movements. He lets out small breathless moans, and stares at the tip moving up and down the fake color.

His body seems to curl around you your limb, as if trying to trap it in his hold. His lips, much to your surprise, press themselves to your knee and you can hear the smallest chant.  “Love it. ‘S mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

You raise your eyebrows at the deranged, borderline creepy words.  “So you hate me, but love my leg? Don't tell me you got some strange fetish.”

You feel his canines hover over the space just above your knee, a small warning from the curse. You blink at him, surprised by the small resistance, but dont do much. He licks at the flesh a second later, and pulls away. You have to bite back a laugh.

His hands by this point have dropped, and are instead clawing at your chair. He doesnt need them anymore, considering that he is so close to you that that his stomach and your leg are stimulating him on both sides.

“Fuck. I'm close,” Sukuna mumbles into your skin, pressing himself impossibly closer. You wish you had your phone to take a picture – he was basically cradling your leg as if it was some sort of prized possession.

“Are you asking me for permission?”

“N-No. ‘m not. Can I?” He paws at your thighs, nails threatening to dig into your skin. Of course he would never, at least not in this meager state.

“No.”

He bares his teeth at you and glares, but his eyes convey his true feeling: panicked. His pace doesn't slow though, and your leg is now sticky from the amount of precum lost. “I-Im going to whether you like it or not. Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you. Ngh, can you just–just agree!”

His mouth is back onto your knee, sending it sloppy kisses, and small bites. His tip is pulsing red, and it begins to throb. His legs were beginning to tremble, and he tries to focus on not cumming. For some unknown reason, Sukuna wants you to allow him to.

“But you were a brat all day? Boys who threaten death, dont deserve certain privileges,” You hum, and then run your fingers through his hair. “But I am a mere human, and you the king of curses. Why would you listen to my commands?” 

Sukuna bites his lip, immediately tearing blood. It dribbles down his chin, but he is quick to wipe it off, and reheal himself. His brows furrow and he scowls at the floor. The only noises let out are the grunts of his movements, and the moans that seem to get higher in pitch with each coming second. 

He is lost in thought. The curse doesnt understand why he wants permission, but he needs it. He cant cum without it, it was bound to dissapoint you if he did. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and finally, the pathetic words that he has been thinking this entire night come spilling out. “Cause I want you to! Command me, give me orders, do something to me. J-Just I–fuck! I need it!” 

“Why?”

He was growing frustrated and more panicked as the seconds go by. He was moments from cumming. “Because I–I ngh–Want to please you! Would you just fucking…” He warbles, praying that tears don't come. “Let me cum. I beg you. Let me. I'll do anything.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, and blood flows to your crotch. His watery eyes blink up at you, and he continues to rut against you, like some sort of dog. But thats what he is, or seems to want to be. So, you cock your head to the side, and provide him with a lazy grin. “Go ahead, Fido.”

His red eyes seem to light up at the approval, and he nods to himself as if bewildered by your agreement. But, he does follow through with the plea, and suddenly he is cumming. His whole body trembles, and he holds onto your leg with such force that you have to slide your hands on to of his, in a slight warning to be gentle. Cum shoots out onto your leg, but you can barely see it, considering his body has caved in on himself. He continues to rub himself out even through it all, as he pants into your knee. The curse wears a lazy grin through it all, and lets out small high in pitch moans. 

He collapses backward, landing on his ass and panting to catch his breath. You glance away for a second, at most two, to look at the cum stained on your leg. A chuckle falls from your lips. 

When Sukuna recovers, he goes straight back to scowling at you. In a heartbeat, he stands over you, borderline growling at you. His nails dig into your shoulders, and your eyes widen at the quickness of it all. Then he leans forward, a near inch away from your ear he whispers, “Don't get your hopes up. This will never happen again. Do you hear me?”

His nail presses uncomfortably hard into your skin, and so you are forced to nod. And with that your vision goes black.

For the next two weeks, Sukuna doesnt conjure up on Yuujis body anytime you are around. You dont mind it too much – it did save you from bickering with the arrogant prick. But to be honest, you were a little disappointed, having call his bluff. 

You werent disappointed for long.

Low and behold, two weeks later from the incident, you find yourself faced to face with the King of Curses, who was already kneeling before you. 

He glares at you, teeth on full display, as if he didnt realize what position he has put you guys in. “If you mention this to anyone, I will tear you to shreds.” Is all that he says.

But you arent too picky. So you grin, and hold your leg out.

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[hoshigray]

Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍)

I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo

Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck

Sorry if this is a very detailed request. Feel free to ignore it or change it :3

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my, another sukuna req! things bout to get hot, hehe~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - blackmail - fingering (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - facials - use of a phone; sexual photography - impact play (spanking) - full nelson position - degradation (cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - humiliation - overstimulation - pet names (brat, princess, woman) - dick piercing (frenulum) - usage of drugs & alcohol - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. “Y/n.”

You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. “Sukuna.”

Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But it’s a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously. 

College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as it’s been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike — even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association! 

But of course, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good — one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being. 

Ryōmen Sukuna is a man you’ve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as he’s the famous trump card of the school’s jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campus’ “demon dog.” Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.

He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students you’ve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesn’t listen — he won’t listen! 

And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, he’s such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.

…Until you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision. 

Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldn’t hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder. 

“Never figured the student government president would be here,” his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. “Something tells me there isn’t apple juice in that solo cup.”

The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, “What is it, Ryōmen?” You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you don’t wear stuff like this all the time, but you can’t expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, prez?” God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was — but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. “Isn’t this kind of thing what you’re against for and all?”

“Hmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?” You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. “Besides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones who’ll have anyone’s asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.” 

“Oh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ain’t that something,” he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. “I figured you’d be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.”

“Watch your tone when talking to me, Ryōmen,” you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. “Lucky for you, I’m only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and don’t start shit for me to take home and stress over.” 

He lifts a brow, “Is that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.” You didn’t like how he said that — nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. “Never thought you had that side of you.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Ryōmen,” you swing your cup around with a scoff. “And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

And you thought you’d win this round as Sukuna doesn’t say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. “You mean things like these?” You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos — a whole lot — of you. 

“You know, I’m sure it must be hard being president of the student body; that’s why I don’t envy you,” one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. “So, I can’t blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,” he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. “However, you really outta be careful with what you’re doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.” Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera. 

Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, “Wh…Where did you get those…”

“Hmm? I can’t share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,” he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. “But I can’t lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?”

“You fucking asshole…!”

You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist — the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. “Hey!” The guy grabs Sukuna’s shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. “…My fault, bro, don’t worry about it. I’ll go dry off,” the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes. 

You’re trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know he’ll break it if you make one wrong move. “…What the hell do you want from me?“

Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand — his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. “My apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,” you don’t move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. “I’ll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.”

The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, “You…devil.”

He snickers into your ear, “Pick your poison, and you’ll see just how much of a devil I can be.”

And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you can’t see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers. 

This was a nightmare — an absolute, horrifying nightmare. There’s no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation — what you’ve built with your own two hands — is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this asshole’s apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You didn’t want to go. You wouldn’t go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what he’s about to do to you. They’re just pictures; people will think they’re edited or question if they’re valid!

However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down — to humble and look down on you — and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed. 

The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain — and you should follow his commands to keep up.

“Gahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stop—Eeek! Y’re hitting so ha—Ahhh!”

“What? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times you’ve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.”

Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream. 

He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps – and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you can’t squirm out of his hold, or else he’ll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away. 

“Look at you,” he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. “Whatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n who’d always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, can’t be the same Y/n.” 

You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. “Who are you calling a whore, you fucking—Deeeii! Ohhh!” Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. “Wai—Tahhh! Take it out, take it out right—Noooh!!”

“Oh, don’t even think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, slut,” you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. “And with how you’re crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.”

Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that — but you didn’t because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldn’t think of anything, not when he’s still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You can’t even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!

And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. “N–No, stop it, Sukuna! That’s dirty, don’t—Mmnaahh!!” He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.

“That’s the point, prez,” he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. “Gonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you don’t recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. “Mhmm, just like that, princess.”

How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. “Ahhh, stoop, too fast, please, go slo—Mmmph!?”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. “That’ll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.” And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.

“Take it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?…Mmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.” 

This. Is. The. Worst! There’s absolutely no way you’re sucking Sukuna’s cock right now; this is the very last thing you’d want to be doing! He’s standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you would’ve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it. 

But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukuna’s glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesn’t help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, he’s so disgusting…

“Fhhh, fuck, that feels good,” he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. “Who woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?” You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. “That face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.”

You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction. 

“Shit, yeah, yes,” he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell he’s about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. “Bring your face here.”

He does it for you – his hand on your head for a reason – and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty. 

You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. “Lookin’ like a real cumslut for me, prez.”

And the worst part of all finally comes around — the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.

“—Fffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazy—Eeeee!”

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re tight as hell, woman…Khhh…! Tryin’ to milk me dry, huh, Y/n…”

Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.

He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldn’t get any hotter than watching the obscenity. He’s been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white ‘o’ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching – the goddamn squelching! – it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.

There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big — your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.

“Fuck, fuuuck, hsssh…!” It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldn’t tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug. 

It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. “Holy fuck, you really love gripping my cock, don’t you, princess?”

“I–I can’t help it! You keep ’n hit—Haishhh!” Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. “You—hic—…Yo’re the one m’king me like thisss…”

“Is that right?” He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. “Sounds like the to be enjoying yourself.” You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. “Brat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?” 

“Becauseee, it feels….Mmmm,” No, you can’t say that. Don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“Hmm? Feels what?” You can hear the smirk on his lips. You don’t say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, “You want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?”

Of course not! “Do—Don’t you dare…!”

“Then answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?”

Oh, damn you, Ryōmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase. 

“—Fucking ‘ell, it feels good,” you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. “Feels ‘oo good, you make me feel—Geheehh…so damn good…!”

Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukuna’s sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. “What a dirty bitch for me, princess…”

His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.

Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. “Phew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; you’d make a great pet.”

You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. “Delete…the fucking…pictures.” Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.

“Not so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.” Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. “So, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[ickygojo]

all of their favorite parts.

wc: 400

( # ) SYNOPSIS: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, yuuji & their favorite part of your body.

( # ) CONTENT: mdni / nsfw. fem reader, mentions of bj, p in v, groping, doggy, leaving bruises, dry humping, face sitting, spanking, hickies, titties & nippleplay / sucking.

GOJO . . . likes your lips. luscious and glossy, always some tint of pink. super kissable, he likes to bite on them. of course your smile is beautiful too, but he can’t help but stare at your lips when you’re talking, or better yet; eating a popsicle or sucking on a sucker. the way your lips pucker makes his cock twitch. he can’t help but think about them being wrapped around his cock.

GETO . . . likes your hips. they are his favorite thing to grip and grope during sex, and even casually. he likes holding them when you’re washing dishes at the sink, or folding laundry, giving your hips a light squeeze. the way they dip in just before your thighs, creating the perfect space for his hands. he loves to grip them during sex, using them practically as handles while in doggy style and he’s been known to leave bruises from time to time.

TOJI . . . likes your ass. he loves to watch it bounce when he fucks you from behind, rippling with every thrust. panties? no panties? doesn’t matter. he comes up to dry hump you anytime he sees you doing anything. ever. always begging you to sit on his face and smother him with it. he love love loves to see his handprints on it after spanking you a few good times.

SUKUNA . . . likes your pussy. likes to watch his cock disappear in and out of it, feeling it twitch and clench anytime he says something vile in your ear. watching the juices drip from your hole as his fingers rub circles in your throbbing clit. the taste is sweet, leaving him always wanting more. he won’t admit it, but he worships your pussy almost just as much as the ground you walk on, taking any chance he can get to shove his face in your heat and lap it up.

YUUJI . . . likes your tits. he likes sucking on them, on your nipples, the way you twitch when he whimpers with it in his mouth. he likes leaving bites and hickeys all over them, since they are so easy to mark. he likes the way your nipples get cold at a slight breeze and how you hate wearing a bra, giving him better access to them, to rub them as he pleases and keep them hard; just for him to push your top down and pop one in his mouth. just like a baby.

[rinhaler]

I want plug! Sukuna to ask me if i want a treat while unbuttoning his pants.

++ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐋𝐋𝐋

doubling up these requests bc they are both scrumptious hehe :P also treating this as an alternate reality where Yuuji doesn't know the reader cheated with Sukuna, enjoy!!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, oui'd smoking, oral (m receiving), degradation, throat fucking, throat bulge, choking, breath play, dacryphilia, slight praise, daddy kink, pussy spanks!

words: 2k

It’s not unusual for you to turn up unannounced at your boyfriend’s house. Why would it be weird? You like to surprise him, on occasion. Being here when he finishes work always puts the brightest smile on his face.

So, no, it isn’t weird that you’re here without him knowing.

It’s perfectly fine.

It’s normal.

Though after Sukuna opens the door, your heart starts doing cartwheels. He can tell how nervous you are, the way your body moves through heavy breaths, that you’re trying to conceal remarkably well, gives you away completely.

He leans on the door frame and smirks wickedly.

“What are you doing here?” he grunts, kicking the door open and allowing you to enter the apartment he shares with his brother. “Yuuji isn’t here,” he speaks, casually, walking back towards his bedroom before stopping abruptly. He turns to face you, that maniacal smirk of his growing wider. “Oh, don’t tell me, did you come all of this way to see me, princess?”

You hate yourself. But you hate Sukuna more. You can’t believe you’ve allowed yourself to do this. To come here, so meekly and pathetically and allow him to have this level of power and control over you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He whistles, cheeks filling with air as his eyes widen in disbelief. He hadn’t expected you to be so blunt, so honest.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” you sigh, turning to leave. “Don’t tell Yuuji I came, please.”

“Stop.” Sukuna tells you, he curls his finger and walks away from you.

You’re like a lap dog wherever he’s concerned. You’ve tried avoiding him, you’ve tried only spending the night with Yuuji if he comes to your place. But things are changing. You can’t stand it. You’re getting snippier with your boyfriend and you can feel yourself comparing the two of them whenever you have sex. Yuuji is good in bed. And he’s generous, but Sukuna… that one night with Sukuna… it’s looping in your mind like a record.

You enter his room to see an ashtray with a fat blunt already lit. The smoke twirls and dances upward, and you know already know where this is going.

“Relax, will you?” he speaks as he gets comfortable on his bed. It’s like fucking déjà-vu, watching him pick up his Xbox controller and load up GTA while you look down at the blunt apprehensively. “Makin’ me fucking stressed, why are you like that?”

“Shut up.” you bite back, picking up the ashtray, joint in hand as you sit on the edge of the bed. He pays you no mind as you devour it, every last morsel you can get before setting it back down. He watches you out of the corner of his eye when you stand up to take off your coat and kick off your shoes. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

He scoffs, smiling.

“About?”

“You’re such a cunt.” you practically spit at him as the venom drips from your tongue. You’re a little taken aback, however, that he doesn’t react at all. He does, though. You just aren’t perceptive enough to have realised the way he stopped playing his game briefly and his jaw bubbled with anger. He’s a good actor, though.

He’s sure got you fooled.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either.” he admits. You freeze before sitting back down on the bed and stare at him. He doesn’t pause his game again, but he looks at you, too. There’s something in your eyes, he detects. Is it concern? Worry? Lust? “Why did you come here?”

“I don’t know.” you respond, instantly. It’s the truth, after all. You don’t know, you’re not sure you’ll ever know. Cheating on Yuuji once is bad enough, but did you really come here to do it again? It’s making you feel a little sympathy for your ex, and that is a dangerous thought. “I just… you’re in here, constantly.” you admit, pointing to your temple.

“You’re high already.” he laughs. “We can’t do it again. Yuuji might forgive one slip up, but two?”

“I know we can’t.” you sigh, lying backwards on the mattress and look up at the ceiling. You look at the TV when it turns silent, noticing the screen has gone back. And then you look back at Sukuna, noticing him lighting another blunt. “I’m not high, by the way.”

“Yeah?” he laughs, taking a hearty drag before flicking the ash away. “Your eyes are red as fuck, and you’re drooling.”

You keep your eyes and mouth closed for a moment, wiping the alleged drool from your mouth. You do all you can to gather your thoughts, though there’s nothing coherent going on up there. Sukuna’s blunts are too fucking strong for you. And you’re an idiot, really, because you remember what happened last time you got too high with him.

But maybe, deep down, this is what you want.

“Are ya pent up?” he snickers before smoking again, “I fuck better than Yuuji, yeah? Want me to make you squirt again?”

“You’re disgusting.” you snipe, shutting him down instantly.

“You are, too, ‘cause you like it.” he continues. Your jaw hangs low again as he rests his blunt between his lips and lifts his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly toned body to you again. “Look like you wanna eat me, princess.”

“Shut up…” you huff, turning your head away again so you aren’t ogling his muscles. They’re on your mind, though. Like a parasite wriggling its way into your braincells.

Your focus is brought back to him again, however, when you see his hands move towards his jeans. The blunt is still latched between his lips as he unfastens his belt. The clinking of the metal on his belt is like a knife through you, a painful reminder of what you’re doing here and what you’re letting him get away with.

“Don’t look so scared,” he tells you, unbuttoning the top of his jeans. “D’ya want a treat?” the sound of his zipper coming down is deafening.

You’re frozen in place, completely paralysed as you think about what he’s saying. He just said you can’t do this. He just said that Yuuji won’t forgive you for making the same mistake twice. Your heart is racing as he puts the blunt back in the ashtray and stands to his feet. He grabs your ankles, dragging you off of the bed and you land with a thump.

“Your pussy is nice, princess, but your mouth was a perfect little cocksleeve for me. Get on the bed.” he orders, and you obey. You let him manhandle you until your head is hanging off the edge, your eyes widen in horror as the long, girthy monster in his pants is revealed to you again. “Open wide.”

He wastes no time once your mouth is open, stuffing his cock down your throat until it bulges. The sight is almost enough to make him cum. You hate how much you love being treated like this, like you’re nothing. Nothing but a whore. Sukuna’s whore, in fact.

“Oh fuck.” he hisses, throwing his head back. “Been dyin’ to cum down your little throat, fuck.” he tells you, his heavy palm squeezes down on your neck as he fucks in and out of your wet cavern. He pulls out, giving you a moment to breathe. “Tell daddy you like sucking cock.” he demands, smacking his tip off your swollen bottom lip.

“I like— I l-like sucking daddy’s c-cock.” you struggle to speak through cracked breaths. And you can barely think another thought before he slots his cock back between your lips again.

You wince as he suffocates you with his length, oozing pre coats your tongue with each thrust. And, fuck, you can’t deny how wet you are.

He looks down when you begin slapping his thigh so you can breathe. And he pulls out, briefly, before plunging in again.

“You’re the fucking cunt.” he tells you. “Look at you, sucking your boyfriend’s brother off like a porn star. Think I’m a cunt? What does that make you?”

Your eyes widen in horror as you realise he’s toying with your very life over a throw away comment. Of course he’s a cunt, and you are too! You didn’t mean to offend him this much. But maybe this is a game, too, maybe he’s joking around.

He pulls out again, leaving you gasping as your eyes water and you suck in every breath of air you can take in case he decides to rob you of it again. His hand remains on your throat, though there’s essentially no pressure to it.

“Look pretty when you cry.” he snarls. “Thought I was gonna kill you for a sec, didn’t ya?”

You choke out a sob and nod, and he coos. He smooths his free hand over your cheek, stroking it delicately with his thumb before withdrawing it. You try to object as he lets it wander, though, his hand breaches your leggings and slips beneath your panties to feel your soaked folds.

“Thought you were gonna die ‘n you got this wet? Jesus, princess.” he laughs, spanking your pussy lightly a few times. He briefly removes his hand from your throat and guides his cock back between your lips, fucking into your mouth again at a ruthless pace. He removes his fingers from your underwear and licks them clean, moaning as he continues humping into your mouth.

The taste is better than weed, he thinks. Your sweet juices are heaven sent and he can’t get enough. He’s been rough with you, he knows, he does feel a little guilty, but not enough to stop. He’ll treat you, though. He’s close, and when he’s finished he’ll make you cum on his tongue as many times as you want. Or he wants.

He’ll even eat it from the back.

Fuck, he’s pussy drunk without even experiencing it yet.

Your mouth is incredible, and you’re taking him so well. But he knows how perfect your cunt is, how pretty you moan when you feel good. He wants it all. Needs it, in fact.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cummin', baby!” he grunts, moaning boisterously without a care in the world. It’s like you’re his, he doesn’t care if Yuuji comes home and hears. It’s none of his little brother’s business what he does with his property.

He frees you from the grasp of his hand around your throat and slowly pulls out of your mouth. You look exhausted, and you are. It doesn’t go unnoticed despite you trying to put on an act for Sukuna. He doesn’t care, not really. He’ll let you rest but he’s nowhere near done with you. He helps you sit upright, pulling you into his arms as he cradles you on the bed.

“I won’t hurt you, you know.” he tells you, pulling your t-shirt over your head and tugging at your bottoms. “I’ll spank you and slap you and whatever else while we’re fucking.”

“O-Okay…” you respond, unsure of what he’s getting at.

“I wouldn’t kill you, I mean.” he continues, clearing his throat. “Wouldn’t be violent with ya, Yuuji’d kill me if I was.”

“Oh! That…”

“Doesn’t mean you can call me a cunt, though.” he warns you before kissing your neck and groping at your tits. Your head falls back and you run your fingers through his hair. “Better say sorry if you want daddy to eat you out.”

“F-uuuck, okay, ‘m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you a cunt.”

“Good girl.” he whispers against your ear. “Get on all fours, sweetheart. Face down ass up.”

You do as you’re told, wiggling your ass a little to encourage him to hurry. He doesn’t, though. He wants to make the most of this moment with you. He doesn’t know if it’ll happen again, or if it does, he’ll never know when. His hands grip into the flesh of your ass, spreading it until your pussy lips part.

He admires your soft, dewy flesh like it’s a painting in an art gallery.

It might be the last time he ever sees it, after all.

© 2023 rinhaler

[sherewrytes]

𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 4

↳ Sukuna x f! black reader

Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?

contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )

fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, serious drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

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Chapter 4: Broken then ever

I paced my apartment, the weight of everything pressing down on me. I kept replaying the argument in my head—the way I shoved him, how my hands trembled when I pushed him out. 

I shouldn’t have let him fuck me,

 I thought, biting my lip until it hurt. I knew better. I knew what I was doing.

But God, I missed him. The way he held me, the way he kissed me. The way he made everything feel like it could be okay, even for a little while. That’s what hurt the most. I could still feel the warmth of his body beside me, the weight of his touch lingering on my skin. I wanted to scream, to tear everything apart, because I couldn’t make sense of it.

I reached for my phone again, hesitated, then put it back down. 

Stop it, Y/N.

I thought.

You’ve made your decision.

 I couldn’t bring myself to contact him again, not after everything. After the fight. After the way he acted, the way he kept pulling away from me. His indifference after losing his grandfather, all the walls he put up, all the times he made me feel like I was asking for too much, too often. I didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve to feel so small.

But fuck, I missed him.

I stopped pacing and grabbed the nearest bottle of wine from the kitchen, uncorking it with a quick, frustrated twist. I poured myself a glass, my hand shaking ever so slightly as I brought it to my lips. The taste of alcohol hit me like a wave, a temporary escape from the overwhelming ache in my chest.

I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have let him back in. I should’ve been stronger than this.

I gulped down the wine, setting the glass down harder than I meant to. I wiped my eyes, angry at myself for even crying. What was the point? What good did it do me? I’d given so much of myself to him, to this relationship, and for what? For him to turn into someone who could barely even look me in the eye, for him to keep pushing me away when all I wanted was to be close.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends in frustration. My thoughts were spiraling, and I couldn’t stop them. I don’t want this. I don’t want to hurt anymore. I felt a wave of nausea rise in my throat. Was I really this pathetic? Could I not even get through one night without missing him?

Suddenly, I felt the tears begin to fall again, one after the other, the dam I’d built up breaking and spilling over. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. I hated this. I hated how much I loved him, hated how he could destroy me with just a few words, a look, the smallest sign that he cared, that he was still here.

Maybe this was it.

Maybe I had been fooling myself, believing that he would change, that things would go back to how they used to be. But deep down, I knew better. He wasn’t the same Sukuna I had fallen in love with. That guy had been reckless, wild, but he had always been present, always cared. The guy I saw now—this version of him—was broken, distant. And he couldn’t even bring himself to be honest with me.

The silence in my apartment was deafening. I stood up suddenly, swiping the glass off the counter, and hurled it across the room. It shattered on impact, the shards scattering across the floor. I took a deep breath, but it only made the pain worse.

I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore.

I glanced around, my eyes landing on the framed photos we’d taken together. Photos of me, him, his grandfather, Yuuji, Choso... It all felt like a lifetime ago. Everything had changed after his grandfather died. Everything had changed when he stopped trying. When he started pulling away and locking himself up in his own grief. I wanted to reach out to him, but every time I did, it felt like he was slipping further and further away.

I let out a shaky laugh, feeling empty and bitter. Look at me, falling apart over a guy who didn’t even care enough to be honest with me.

My phone buzzed. I glanced at it, and for a second, my heart skipped when I saw the name. Sukuna.

No.

I shook my head, exhaling shakily.

Don’t do it, Y/N.

But my hand reached for the phone anyway. I stared at the screen for a long moment, then pressed the ignore button. My thumb hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. What would I even say?

Instead, I threw my phone on the couch, staring out the window. The city lights were blurry in the distance, almost as blurry as my thoughts.

What now?

I sank down onto the couch, clutching my knees to my chest as I curled into myself. The pain didn’t feel like it was going away, and the silence only made it worse. I wanted to scream, wanted to run away from everything, but I couldn’t.

I felt broken. I felt like I had given everything, and all I had left were pieces of a relationship that had once felt so right.

I can’t keep doing this, I thought, staring out into the night, the tears continuing to fall. I need to let go.

But it was harder than I ever imagined.

I paced my apartment, the walls closing in on me as memories of Sukuna flooded my mind. He played with my feelings, I thought bitterly, frustration boiling within me. I wanted to be there for him, wanted to hold him close and make him feel better, but he wouldn’t let me.

Weeks had passed where he’d ignored me—no texts, no calls. I had tried everything: I called, texted, even reached out to Toji and Choso. They all told me to give him time, to let him deal with his grief in his own way. But now look at us—broken up and farther apart than I ever thought we could be.

Was I wrong to want more? The question echoed in my head as I stopped in front of the window, staring out at the city lights that flickered like my fading hope. I hated feeling like this, like I was grasping at something that was slipping through my fingers.

I could still remember the warmth of his body, the way he held me, how safe I felt in his arms. But those moments felt like a lifetime ago, replaced by the cold distance that had grown between us. I wanted to scream at him for pushing me away, for shutting me out when I wanted to help the most.

What was I supposed to do? I thought, frustration mixing with heartbreak. I felt like I was losing myself trying to hold on to him. I shouldn’t have let him back in, I chastised myself, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over. I’d let him in again, let myself believe that things could be okay, that we could find our way back to each other.

But instead, I found myself standing here, broken and alone.

I sank down on the couch, the silence of the room pressing in on me. I wrapped my arms around my knees, feeling small and defeated. I couldn’t stop replaying our last moments together—the way he looked at me, the anger that seeped from his voice, the way he held back from truly reaching out. It was like he was there, but he wasn’t. He was so far away.

I grabbed my phone again, staring at the screen, debating whether to reach out one last time. What would it even change? I felt sick at the thought of dragging myself back into that turmoil, into that pain. I knew I had to be strong, to let go, but it felt impossible.

Maybe I just needed to give it time, too.

I tried to convince myself, but the thought felt hollow.

As I sat there, tears streaming down my face, the memories of him lingered like a ghost. The laughter we shared, the late-night talks, the promise of forever that now felt like a distant dream. I hated how much I missed him, how much I wanted him despite everything.

I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t care.

But I did. And that hurt more than anything else.

I pulled out my phone and hit play on Cleo Sol’s “Life Will Be.” The soothing melody filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm hug, soothing the chaos swirling in my mind. I started to clean up the broken glass, each piece reminding me of the shattered feelings I had just experienced with Sukuna. I wasn’t going to let him hold me back anymore, I thought, determination replacing my earlier despair. Yes, he meant the world to me, but I mattered more.

With the last shard disposed of, my stomach growled, pulling me from my thoughts. Cooking always helped me feel grounded, so I moved to the kitchen and started making dinner. I prepared a simple pasta dish, letting the warm, comforting scents of garlic and herbs fill the space around me. As I stirred the sauce, I felt a flicker of normalcy creeping back in, like I was reclaiming a part of myself that had been lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

After dinner, I settled onto the couch, turning on Netflix. I needed something mindless to distract me, so I scrolled through the options until I found a lighthearted comedy. I sank into the cushions, letting the laughter from the screen drown out the noise in my head.

Just as I was starting to feel a bit better, my phone buzzed beside me. I glanced down and saw a text from Utahime checking in. She was always so good about reaching out, especially when I needed it the most. I smiled at her message, though my heart sank a little when I saw the time. “It’s literally almost 1 AM,” I replied, half-joking.

Her response came quickly: “It’s 5 PM somewhere! I’m coming over.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Only Utahime. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m not in the best mood,” I typed back, hoping she wouldn’t take it too seriously.

“Don’t care. I’ll bring snacks,” she replied, and I could practically hear her laughter through the screen.

“Okay, see you soon,” I said, already feeling a little lighter at the thought of her company.

As I waited for her arrival, I tidied up the living room, pushing aside the remnants of my earlier breakdown. I didn’t want her to see me like that; I wanted to be stronger. I wanted to show her that I was moving forward, that I was going to be okay, even without Sukuna.

When the doorbell finally rang, I opened the door to find Utahime standing there, a grin on her face and a bag of snacks in her hand. “I come bearing gifts!” she declared dramatically, stepping inside and embracing me tightly.

I laughed, the warmth of her presence washing over me. “Thank you. I needed this.”

“Of course you did. Now, tell me everything,” she said, plopping down on the couch with a bag of chips in her lap.

I took a deep breath, ready to open up about everything—the heartbreak, the anger, the confusion. I knew I couldn’t keep it bottled up forever, and if anyone would understand, it was her. As I started to talk, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that I wasn’t alone in this. Utahime was here, and maybe, just maybe, everything would start to feel a little more bearable.

Utahime settled in, giving me a knowing look as I spoke. I could feel the weight of everything I had been holding in over the past few days slowly starting to release. The words came out in a jumbled mess at first, but she didn’t interrupt—just let me spill it all, no matter how messy or incoherent. I started from the beginning, recounting the fight with Sukuna, the overwhelming emotions that followed, and how everything had ended in such a chaotic, painful way.

As I spoke, I felt a mix of sadness, anger, and frustration rise in my chest. Why did he have to be so difficult? My thoughts flared, but I kept them to myself for now. Utahime didn’t judge me, not even when I started to break down again, tears welling up as I described the last words Sukuna said to me. His anger, his indifference. The way he had pushed me away for weeks, and then the way we’d crossed that line tonight, only to make everything worse.

“I shouldn’t have let it get to this point,” I whispered, voice shaky. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I love him, but I can’t just keep doing this.”

Utahime didn’t speak immediately. She let me sit with my emotions for a moment, letting the silence linger between us. Her hand found mine, a steady presence in the storm. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but firm.

“You can’t fix him, Y/N,” she said softly. “No matter how much you love him. You’re not the one who’s supposed to heal him or make everything okay. He has to do that himself. And you can’t keep putting your happiness on hold for someone else.”

I closed my eyes, letting her words settle in. They stung, but I knew she was right. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting him destroy me like this.

“Do you think I’m a fool for staying with him for this long?” I asked, not sure if I even wanted an answer.

“No. I think you’re a person who believed in love and wanted the best for him. But that doesn’t mean you should sacrifice your peace for it. Not anymore,” Utahime said, squeezing my hand. “You’re strong enough to walk away, Y/N. I’ve seen it in you. You just have to believe it yourself.”

I nodded, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “I don’t want to hate him. I don’t want to feel like this about him. But I don’t know how to fix it.”

"You can’t fix it," she reminded me gently. “But you can take care of yourself. That’s all you need to do right now. Take care of yourself.”

I let out a long breath, feeling the weight of her words sink in. The pressure that had been crushing my chest felt a little lighter.

“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling a flicker of gratitude for her being here. For not letting me wallow in my own misery.

“Anytime,” Utahime said with a soft smile, pulling out some snacks from her bag and tossing a chip in my direction. “Now, let’s just focus on tonight. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

I nodded, allowing myself to relax for the first time in days. As we sat together on the couch, munching on snacks and watching some random Netflix show I wasn’t really paying attention to, I felt something shift inside me. Maybe I wasn’t okay yet, but I would be. One step at a time. And tonight, I didn’t have to face it alone.

Sukuna’s POV

I find myself walking beside her, the air crisp but warm, the evening sun casting a soft golden glow over everything. Y/N’s hand is in mine, small and delicate, her fingers wrapped around mine so tightly that it feels like she’s anchoring me to the moment. I don’t even question it, don’t care to—I'm content to let her lead me wherever she wants to go. We’re in a park, surrounded by the vibrant lights of a carnival that’s sprawled across the grass, all flashing in the fading light of the evening. There’s a soft hum of music in the air, the sounds of laughter and excitement echoing around us as we walk past booths filled with cotton candy and trinkets. The smell of popcorn mixes with the scent of fresh grass, the air thick with nostalgia.

She pulls me forward, her face lighting up when she sees the ferris wheel in the distance.

“You’re scared of heights, aren’t you?” she teases, glancing over at me with a mischievous smile that makes my chest tighten.

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I’m not scared of heights.”

“You sure? Because I remember you being all tense the last time we went on one of these,” she says, her voice playful but soft, her eyes glinting with the joy of teasing me.

I fake a scowl, but I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. "You're imagining things. I’m fine.”

She just laughs, the sound ringing out like a melody that wraps around me. It’s a laugh I can never forget, one that makes my heart beat faster. I feel like I’m walking on air as we approach the line for the ferris wheel, the vibrant lights of the ride reflecting off her eyes. She stands on tiptoe to look up at the giant wheel, the bright colors of the carnival lights reflecting off her face, painting it in shades of red, yellow, and blue. The glow from the lights seems to make her eyes sparkle even more than usual.

We climb into a car, the seat creaking as we sit down. The ferris wheel starts to move, slowly at first, then faster as we ascend higher into the sky. She looks over at me, her eyes searching mine, and for a brief moment, it feels like the world has quieted. It’s just the two of us, floating above the noise, the chaos of the carnival below us. I reach over and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze locking with mine.

“Still not scared?” she asks, her voice soft and steady.

I shake my head, but I can feel the tension in my chest. I’m not scared of heights, but damn, I’m scared of how she makes me feel.

“Not even a little bit,” I reply, my voice rougher than I intended.

She smiles, and the tension melts away. I can feel her hand sliding into mine, and it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through me. The ride crests at its highest point, and the entire park stretches out below us. It’s like we’re on top of the world, with only the stars above and the lights of the carnival below. The colors blend together into something almost magical—soft pastels fading into deep purples and blues as the sun sets.

She leans in close, resting her head against my shoulder, and I can’t help the surge of warmth that floods my chest. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her a little closer. Her breath is soft against my skin, and I feel the tension in my body slowly unravel as we just sit there, taking in the moment. I know I should say something, should break the silence, but I can’t. The peace is too perfect, too fragile.

We reach the top, and the ferris wheel stops. We’re suspended there, high above the ground, surrounded by the colors and lights of the carnival, the music drifting up to us from below. Her face is aglow, and I can't look away from her. There’s nothing but this—nothing but her and me and the night sky stretching on forever.

I can feel the pull in my chest, like I’m tethered to her in a way I can’t explain, but it’s beautiful. It’s more than I could ever ask for.

“Look,” she says, pointing toward the horizon, “you can see the whole city from here. Everything feels so small, doesn’t it?”

I turn my head, following her gaze. The city lights stretch out below us, tiny and distant, like the world is just a flicker of light beneath our feet. I nod, but my eyes stay on her.

“Yeah,” I say softly, “small.”

She shifts closer, turning her face up toward mine, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean down, my lips meeting hers. It’s slow and soft at first, just the feeling of her lips against mine, and then deeper, a wave of warmth and tenderness sweeping over me. The world falls away until it’s just her and me, suspended in time.

Her hands find my neck, pulling me closer, and I let out a quiet groan as she deepens the kiss, the connection between us electric. I can feel her heart racing against mine as she presses closer, her breath coming in quick gasps. Everything feels right in this moment—like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

When the ferris wheel starts to move again, slowly descending back toward the ground, we finally pull away, breathless and laughing. She’s flushed, her cheeks bright, her eyes wide with happiness. I can’t help the stupid grin that stretches across my face as I look at her.

“That was perfect,” she says softly, her voice a little breathless.

I nod, pulling her into a tight hug, pressing my cheek against her hair, breathing her in. “Yeah, it was.”

We sit in silence as the ferris wheel takes us down, both of us lost in the moment. When the ride stops and the operator opens the door, I stand, holding my hand out to her.

“Let’s go get some cotton candy,” I say, already pulling her toward the booth.

She laughs, her fingers curling around mine once more as we walk into the carnival night, the lights twinkling above, and everything feeling just… right.

(But then the dream shifts. The feeling of her hand in mine slowly fades. The carnival fades, the laughter fades. And then I wake up.)

I wake up with a jolt, disoriented, like my mind is playing catch-up with my body. The sterile smell hits me first—sharp, cold. And then the beeping, the constant rhythmic pulse that fills the room. My head feels heavy, like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and I can’t quite grasp where I am, what’s happening. My body is sore, stiff, like I’ve been hit by a truck.

I blink against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, trying to focus. The room is too white, too bright. I try to sit up, but the effort feels like it might break me in half. I see the IV in my arm, the monitors beeping softly around me. My heart beats erratically in my chest, thudding painfully in my ears as I try to make sense of it all.

Hospital.

Fuck.

I drag my hand over my face, the stubble rough against my skin. My mouth feels dry—no, it feels like sandpaper. The taste of smoke still lingers in my throat, but there’s something heavier, something wrong about this.

How the hell did I get here?

The events before are fuzzy—disjointed images flickering like a film reel that’s out of sync. My hands... my body... My heart, a dull ache in my chest. I can feel it now, throbbing with each beat.

But then it hits me all at once, like a punch to the gut, and I’m gripped by the crushing realization of everything I’ve lost.

Y/N.

The memories come rushing back—our argument, the fight, the last time I saw her. The cold words, the angry silence, the look in her eyes when she kicked me out. I hadn’t just lost her. I had fucking ruined everything.

The room seems to shrink around me, the walls pressing in like they’re closing off any escape. I try to push myself up again, but this time, the sharp pain in my chest stops me. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic.

“Fuck…” I rasp out, clutching the sheets in an attempt to steady myself, but it doesn’t work. My heart is racing, too fast, too erratic. Am I having a panic attack? The sensation is familiar, like the time I lost Jin, the time I lost Grandpa, all the people I’ve ever cared about, slipping through my fingers.

My vision blurs. I can feel my chest tightening, like there’s a weight sitting on it, pushing down.

And then the door opens, and I hear a voice.

“Hey, you awake?”

It’s Toji. His voice is rough, but there’s something softer in it this time. He steps inside, his face a mask of concern, though I know he’s trying to hide it. The last time I saw him, he had been... different. We had been different.

“What happened?” I croak, my voice hoarse. “How... did I get here?”

Toji doesn’t answer right away. He just stands there, watching me. His eyes flicker with something I can’t quite place. He finally exhales, running a hand through his hair.

“You passed out, man,” he says quietly. “Had a pretty bad panic attack. We tried to wake you up... but, uh...”

“Where’s Y/N?” I interrupt before I can stop myself. The question leaves my mouth like a desperate plea, a sharp breath that I can’t take back.

Toji’s face falls. The weight of the silence that follows is suffocating.

“She’s not here,” he says, his voice low. “She’s gone, Sukuna. She left. She can’t do this anymore.”

I try to breathe. I try to process the words. I should be numb by now, shouldn’t I? I’ve lost so many people. I’ve let so many people slip away, all my life. But this? This is different. This is... Y/N.

I try to sit up again, but my body doesn’t cooperate. My chest feels like it’s being crushed under a weight I can’t escape from. Toji steps forward, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Take it easy,” he mutters. “You’re not alone, alright? You fucked up, but you’ve got a chance to fix things. Just... don’t do something dumb like you usually do. Get it together.”

But I can’t even look at him. I can’t even breathe. Everything inside me feels hollow, and the ache in my chest is unbearable. The pain from my panic attack is nothing compared to this.

I can’t do this without her. I fucked up—again. I fucked everything up.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I stare at the ceiling, the weight of everything I’ve done pressing down on me like the suffocating silence of the hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound, and it’s a reminder of how close I came to losing everything I was ever meant to be. I already lost her.

But what if it’s too late to fix? What if I can’t get her back?

All I want is to hold her again, to kiss her, to tell her I’m sorry. To tell her I fucking love her. But I can’t even get out of this fucking bed.

Toji watches me for a moment before he turns, walking toward the door.

“Get some rest,” he says. “We’ll figure this out. You’re not alone.”

And then he leaves me alone in the sterile room, with only the soft beeping of the monitors and my thoughts, crashing into me like a wave. The pain is unbearable. My chest feels hollow. My mind won’t stop, replaying everything I did wrong.

The worst part? I know it’s my fault. I always knew, deep down, that I was never good enough for her.

And now... I’ve lost her.

The nightmare has only just begun.

[mackjlee9]

i must know..

nsfw alphabet..

yuji, megumi and gojo..

a, i, o, r

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

(7/10)

Itadori Yuuji x Top!Male!Reader

Fushiguro Megumi x Top!Male!Reader

Gojo Satoru x Top!Male!Reader

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Yuuji| he is pretty chill, he can clean himself up while you fix the bed, however, he is a little tired and wants to sleep soon, so he does it haphazardly almost, so you have to clean him after he lays on the freshly changed sheets and he just lets you because he fell asleep instantly.

If it was something more rough, then yeah, you would have to take care of him, usually run him a bath and he'll be there silently, just soaking in the warm water until you come and wash his body gently, but yeah, he doesn't think he needs aftercare that often.

Megumi| a mess. His whole body trembling and he can barely keep his eyes open, tears still running down his face.

Megumi has a sensitive body so he always ends up fucked dumb, sometimes he even passes out from the overstimulation, so you clean him up, take care of his shaking body and hold him close after grabbing some water and painkillers in case he needs them when he wakes up.

He needs a lot of love and aftercare, so stroke his hair, wipe his tears, and place kisses on his eyelids, and he'll instantly cuddle up to you.

Gojo| he really thinks he can take care of himself, you look at him skeptically and sigh with a small smile when his wobbly legs fail to get him up from the bed.

Then he looks up at you with a cheeky smile and lifts his arms toward you, "could you pick me up?"

You do it without complaining and get him to sit on the bed while you prepare a bath for both of you to enjoy and relax in.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Yuuji| well... If Sukuna isn't being a little bitch, it tends to be more of a silly cute moment, Yuuji gets a little embarrassed when it comes to romance and fluffy stuff, so he's more comfortable when something funny happens and doesn't ruin the moment.

Megumi| he pretends to hate it, but when you're holding his body close to you and whispering praises to his ears, he can't help the whimper that escapes him as he holds you closer to him and doesn't let you go.

The moment is romantic in itself, even more when Megumi looks at you with teary eyes and tells you he loves you.

Gojo| I mean, it depends. This man likes to rile you up and tease you, so he's a little shit most of the day, and then you have to fuck the brat out of him.

But then there are times when Gojo is so sensitive and stimulated he just wants you to hold him gently, reassuring him that you love everything about him.

O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Yuuji| he doesn't have good technique when giving, but he's eager to learn! So go easy on him until he's used to the feeling.

But he does enjoy receiving more for the time being, probably because his jaw hurts afterward, so does his throat and he tends to choke quite a bit.

Megumi| he gets so shy and whiny when you go down on him, so he rather give you a blowjob instead, it actually gets him so turned on since he has an oral fixation.

He will not gag, and he will take every drop of chm because he loves the way you taste.

Gojo| he loves both, so a 69 with Gojo is the best way of giving head and having you go down on him, so it's a win-win.

And you bet this man gives the best head known to nan, you could legit fuck his mouth like a flashlight and he will not even flinch.

R= Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Yuuji| maybe he'll take risks if Sukhna annoys him enough, mocking him that he's too much of a coward to have sex in such a public place. He'll take the risk, but he won't if you don't want to.

He's not too fond of experimenting unless he's interested, it'll take a long time to assure him that you'll stop the moment he doesn't like it anymore.

Megumi| not the riskiest guy, the farthest you've gone was fucking his thighs in a dark alley because of the effect a small curse had on you when you lowered your guard, that is as far as he's gotten risky.

Now... Experimenting? He loves it, he's willing to try anything as long as you're okay with it since he's the one suggesting new things every few weeks.

Gojo| he's a huge pervert on both of these.

The biggest risk was when he created a veil pretty small and had you fucking him in public, a pretty crowded place where there were always people around, and he loved the illusion of those civilians knowing what you were doing in such a place.

Always up to try something new, he likes the thrill that trying something new gives him, which has led him in developing quite a few kinks.

[voxofthevoid]

Alright, I was not prepared for Yuuji fisting Sukuna's chest wound right there in full view of me and god and then for it to be followed by a Gojou jumpscare, but I had to go work soon after the leaks ended, so there wasn't any time to process shit.

I'm free and calm now though, so let's comb through this slowly:

Tōdō

I'm delighted in every possible sense by his return, from the reworked technique to his general Tōdōness. I definitely need the proper translations to make better sense of Vibraslap (not over the name), specifically the binding vows, but overall, I love the energy he's brought to this fight. It's also great to see how in sync he and Yuuji are despite minimal communication and no planning. It's reminiscent of their fight against Mahito in a good way, both in terms of the general vibe and how it showcases the greater strength of the combatants.

Yuuji and Sukuna

I am fed. I am feasting. I am kissing Gege on the mouth (only for this, however). The initial rush itself was delicious, but then it got so much better. The Black Flash and the actual fucking claws in Sukuna's chest. That entire scene with Sukuna spitting out blood, Yuuji looking like a goddamn demon, and the close-up of the fist in Sukuna's chest—it's porn to me. I've been saying for ages that Yuuji tearing Sukuna apart with his bare hands is my ideal for these two, but I didn't think we'd get so close to it. The violence between them has been great from the start of this fight, but this is visceral and beautiful.

Gojou

I am...unsure of what's happening. The logistics aren't the issue. Whether Gojou could survive his injuries was never in question; it's the narrative around it that made his death feel very permanent. And as much as I hate how that was executed, I also can't see why or how his return now would serve the plot. Maki is still alive, and Yuuta will also likely return. Tōdō is there, and Yuuji's dishing out Black Flashes left and right. Sukuna himself has been worn down an immense amount, and while I'm sure he's not yet done, he's also not the insurmountable obstacle he was. The logical course would be to pair Sukuna's last stand with the protagonists, especially Yuuji, countering him . So if that spectre is actually Gojou resurrected—why now? And what can he contribute to the plot in a way that doesn't cheapen the plot progression after his death?

What we just saw not being Gojou is an even worse scenario for me. If it's a hallucination, alright—dubious decision but nothing unforgivable. But if it's someone else in his body—not Kenjaku like people are theorizing, just something to do with the now canonical body swap going around—I will be right pissed.

I'm reserving judgement until there's clarity in the next chapter, but I'm more wary than excited. The ways this could go wrong, regardless of whether Gojou's back or it's something else, outnumber the alternative.

I love this guy, and his death was extremely disappointing—not because he died but because of how it was handled. A disappointing resurrection or a puppet body would be salt on the wound.

[tatertotcosmonaut]

JJK 231 Leak Discussion

Okay so these leaks, whew boy these leaks. Imma be real I don’t know how to feel about them. Theres some things I really like and some things that make me really disgruntled.

First let me state this. I’m not mad about Yuta using Gojo’s body like this. Gojo has already stated that he doesn’t really care too much what happens to his body, and I think it fits well into this tragedy of Gojo still being used as a weapon even in death (like he’s literally being piloted as a flesh mecha). The disgust that it has caused is very intentional, because it is indeed revolting and as Yuta has accepted, an inhumane thing to do. But Hakari and Maki said that in a fight against Sukuna, a concern over what’s moral should be on the back burner.

Although he said this to Yuuji, Sukuna has already said that he will break down someone’s morals and worldview- and he is doing that. His sheer presence his pushing people to become “monsters” in hopes of beating him down. They have hope in Gojo being the “strongest” and have hope that even in death Gojo will somehow save him.

Now onto what I’m critical of. Even though Yuta and everyone else has faith, this is a “if all else fails” method, I truly think that Yuta will still fail and as a consequence he will die. While this isn’t a “power of friendship” story, it’s a story where brutal decisions do sometimes have to be made, it is as much a battle of philosophy as it is a battle of strengths.

Gojo, Kashimo, Yorozu, and Higuruma’s deaths are not just them losing battles of the strongest. It is them losing and failing to answer the philosophical question that has been looming since the culling games. What is love? What can you teach me (Sukuna) about it? What is the worth of love? Why keep going in the face of such adversity? Yuuta originally got his shit rocked for the exact same reason, while yes love is a theme of his character, philosophically he is not challenging Sukuna on anything.

Jujutsu Society and thus this new generation are still pivoted in this view of there being a “strongest”, in the need for there being a “monster of society”. But by losing their morals, by continuing to feed into Sukuna’s own philosophical views (he has a very “the strongest” view as well) the cycle just keeps continuing. Sorcerers still die, at a fundamental level society does not change. A society cannot function properly if it is constantly leaning on a pillar that will topple and crumble everything if it dies, this is as much a story about the need for community and love as it is about making tough decisions and sacrifices for future generations.

Yuuji is the only one who is challenging Sukuna on a philosophical level (even though he is not doing son intentionally). He irritates Sukuna so fucking much, because he is an exact narrative foil to Sukuna. Yuuji is someone who does not give up, he is someone motivated by love, by community, he is someone who is naive in ways that Sukuna absolutely hates. Some of the only times where Sukuna has actually been stunted or truly angered is by Yuuji and his philosophy, his absolute refusal to not stop loving and to keep reaching for Megumi.

The Mahito fight is a good example of the importance of philosophical battles and the power that a philosophical shake up has, and why it is necessary. Mahito didn’t start running in fear and crying just because Yuuji had physically beaten him down. The true fear showed when he became vulnerable mentally, when his world view was shaken. That is when Mahito finally started to run.

This is why I am very annoyed with Yuuji being constantly sidelined. And this narrative that Yuta is the “true MC” (I do not hate Yuta, I think that needs to be clarified).

“But Faust, Yuuji also has become jaded and now sees himself as a cog in a machine. He has literally changed his body to gain power-“ mhm! And that is presented as a negative thing. Yuuji losing his spark, become consumed by this mentality that it’s okay to die and be disposable (like the higher ups see sorcerers in general) is seen as a BAD thing. Jujutsu society IS unfair, it IS cruel, it is something that Yuuji needed to learn…but does it have to be this way? Yuuji’s character very much reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:

This should not be a world where jujutsu sorcerers are seen as disposable. Where tough decisions must be made, where literal high school students have to be sacrificing their minds and bodies for others. In order for Sukuna to go down, for Gojo to see the world that he hoped would prosper from his students, for the youth to take control of themselves so they can be selfish (which is also a theme), this world must be philosophically shaken. The notion of a “strongest” must be challenged, if not abolished, and there must be room for community, love, and naivety.

Thank you for reading my rant lol.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Dating Sukuna HeadCanons!

Scenario:-what would it be like to date ryumen sukuna?

Pairing:-sukuna x gn!reader{shell}

Genre:-fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:-i hopy you like this @shelly-stark-official! I tried:’)

Okay

SO

Sukuna is a little shit

But its fine cos so are you~

Honestly the fact that the kINg oF cUrSeS fell in love with your devious and scheming self was not a surprise

Especially not to yuuji(poor fella had to share all of sukunas thoughts abt you and while u and itadori were besties.sukuna wasnt um...thinkin of you in a um platonic way)

(Like at all)

So when buddy boi finally asked you out

And although it felt weird um datin someone who shared the same body as your best friend,you got used to it and yuuji learned not to be so awkward abt it too...

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

(You knew youd be able to use your quirk if something rly badd happened to him)

And lemme tell you ‘kuna fell even deeper in love~

Sometime you and him and yuuji go out for lunch and while yuuji is the one in control,sukuna opens up those lil mouths on yuujis palms and under his eye to talk to you.

You feed him fries and yuuji hates that the grease is getting on his face😭(ples apologise to our best boi 😔)

So many ppl were like legitimately scared of sukuna but to you he was just a little shit and honestly? I think yall’d be cutee together (i wanna be the ring bear! 🐻)

(I think ur dates would include LOTS of scheming but also bitchin,cos this man has THOUSANDS of yeaes worth of tea to spill and hearin abt ancient gossip is still funny as shit🙈)

Now a little on the powercouple dynamic~

I think that while yall would tease and joking insult eachother,if anyone else tried dishing out jabs in your respective directions the other wouldnt stand for it

Like if someone ELSE calls u idiotic,theyre begging for mercy in a second

And if anyone calls sukuna something insulting,you’re basically walkingg them upto deaths door urself

And if You ever mention how this means he cares abt you,he will in fact go into denial and completely invalidate your opinion on the subject

Furthermore if anyone ever speaks badly of the two of you as a couple (i.e. gossiping and such) yall would just completely ignore them

Like who cares if a barely succeeding apprentice sorcerer doesnt approve of your relationship?????

Yh thats right,no one!

And just to piss em off further,i think hed suddenly initiate a particularl Passionate kiss in front of the gossiper.

Suffice to say that shut em up,for better or worse

I dont really think sukuna would ever fully open up to anyone,not even his s/o.but every so often you do catch glimpses of who he is deep down.its usually blink-and-you-miss-it moments but youve caught some

He doesnt really carw about how open you are either but i think itd make him feel special if you are morw open and vulnerable with him.again,he rly doesn’t give a fuck but it just makes him feel a certain way,y’know?

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[macawritesupdates]

Ahh Sukuna sitting trying to understand Yuuji so that he can do better in the future hurts in a beautiful bittersweet way. When he asked about tragedies and knowing how they'll end I once again thought of MoL. I know it's a tragedy but damn it I'm still going to read the whole thing. Oh these beautiful people, maybe this story doesn't have to end that way, maybe they can save each other. Oof I feel soo sooo bad for future Sukuna he's basically living in a nightmare huh falling in love and gaining something he'd never had before only to suffer knowing the one he loves hates him and to make matters worse it's not because of what he is it is because of the choices he's made. On top of all that he's stuck cut off from the world inside the dying body of the one he loves, unable to do anything. That's like psychological torture huh. Yeah he might be suffering as much as Yuuji. Damn. Fucking loved the snail curse excellent concept it was so funny I want to ride one now. Ahh a romantic roller coaster ride all the way to the capital please ignore all the carnage left behind. Sukuna I hate to tell you this but you've fallen in love with a man with morals and a heart too big for his own good. If people are hurting he'll try to help it's just who he is. Aww festivals are no fun if you go alone. There's a lot to comment on about the way people treat Sukuna but this comment has already gotten away from me and I want to get to the moment where Sukuna says Yuuji is the strongest sorcerer because he doesn't want to make others suffer because of his own pain. holy shit that's a new favorite line I will be thinking about it for weeks thanks. Goddamn it I have to go reread cannon while ruminating on this line specifically. Ahhh this was such a good chapter and I still have more I want to comment on but this is getting wayyy too long as is haha. I didn't even get to my favorite part of the chapter so I'll probably be back in your inbox to gush about the rest of it later. Until then thank you for writing and sharing with us!!! (2)

I love designing weird curses for fanfics XD The snail was me wanting to be a punny idiot because a snail has a "foot" so what if it had...feet. And go fast. And Sukuna like yes. This creature understands my need for mindless destruction.

The snail is less cursed than a horse still.

Present Sukuna is really going through it and the depths of that are finally going to be shown next chapter when we get to the Sukuna on Sukuna violence(?) Two kings of curses cannot be kept in the same room or they will start to fight. Territorial jelly beans that they are.

Yuuji being strong because he keeps doing the right thing and trying to help others always stuck with me about his character ; w ; he tries so hard and I just want to give him a win....he is stronger than he thinks ; w ;

[3spurrrr]

Are they iPad kids? But I don't think I answer the question properly or consistently lmaoo

Yuuji: yes. Minecraft let's Plays all day. Is addicted to those tiktok reddit stories with the game play background.

Megumi: ....yes but watches things like Vsauce, lemmino, occasional reddit ice berg stories etc. Video essays, political commentary all that jazz

I mean... come on. His dad was deadbeat toji u think he didn't just give him an iPad as a kid to shut him up. Why do you think megumi is so tense all the time bro found 4chan and subreddits way too early...

Secretly loves those reddit stories too but thinks ALL of them are fake lmao

Nobara: she would much rather call a friend and talk and stuff. Maybe will put on some reality TV or a mukbang cooking videos or those jungle building a house out of mud vids

Gojo: YES ahhahahahahahahaha

I feel like he lives on twitch and I can see him being a gamer in his off time. He would much rather have someone around tho to talk to. Would love to sit around and gossip about dumb shit.

Would love storytime vids, also those mud house wilderness vids. Hates interviews and anything megumi watches lowkey

If u r dating him check his twitch for half naked gamer girlies :/

Geto: doesn't give a fuck tbh. Can sit down in silence, with a friend, with any type of yt video as long as he gets to eat the food he is good lmao. I think he likes music and just has music playing in his house a lot and eats while thinking about his life and his fucked up philosophies

Shoko: def a nobara type too. Heavy on the mukbang cooking vids. Occasional megumi educational video influence. Loves trashy reality TV for some reason but she is wasted all the time so it checks out lol

Yaga: yes... hhahaha I can see him loving Gordon Ramsey or those village cooking videos. Watches a bunch of diy videos on how to make plushies and some more videos on panda related things :)

Nanami: no. He reads the newspaper and just relaxes like meditating or something. I don't think he touches his phone for entertainment. Reads the news and some other articles on cultural shit and that's it. Gives major dad vibes. Lmaooo imagine him being like a top player in candy crush hahahahahahha

Utahime: bestie eats in silence with a book on her lap or gojo randomly talking shit in her ear

Doesn't touch digital things cuz she knows a lot of it is cancerous

Maki: kind of. She is obsessed with different health videos on how to get your body strong and martial arts, kinesthetics videos. I can't see her being obsessed with watching things tho. She is so busy with training and probably opts for quick meals or meals where she is with friends. Girlie is mindful and whatever

Panda: hahaha yeah hahaha But I feel like he loves his phone, is def a huge gamer

I think he might be a mix of everyone on this list

I can see him consuming all kinds of media, even unboxings and asmr videos and literally anything hahaha

Inumaki: yesssssssss definition of iPad kid lmao. He is very much like yuuji and gojo

Gojo, panda, yuuji and him play games on voice chat A LOT

Noritoshi: no. Look at him bro... he barely opens his eyes

Mai: is constantly on gossiping websites and spreads misinformation on those sites lmaooo

Yuutaaa: mf eats with his demon gf and just talks to it randomly. Watches a lot of movies and shows soooo probably an iPad kid? He is way too traumatized to not be hahahaha

Mahito: watches human rights violating porn all the time and lives on the dark web

Sukuna: honestly, he is an iPad kid in a non modern way. Would want someone to be infront of him and perform for him. Like singing, dancing etc. Even though it's sukuna I think mans is incredibly cultured and has a taste for those finer things

Choso: no. He probably just talk to his brothers all the time cuz they are inseparable. Also he has so much in his head to think about kinda like geto. If you suggested something to watch or showed him the internet he'd enjoy and find some niche. I think he is really into music and would turn into a micro celeb music critic

Toji: nah, his phone is blowing up with new job offers and he goes home to just sleep for a sec or have hot sex with a chic for money cuz bbygirl is just sometimes a whore.

If he did have the time to be online he'd be a slight mahito and then go and kill people who he thought took it too far. Other than that maybe also obsessed with half naked gamer girls on twitch and building mud houses videos

Todo: YES. He watches that idol girl all day everyday and God forbid he misses an episode

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I don't think any of them like those crime podcasts and videos cuz it's death around them all the time and most of the mystery deaths in jjk world is probably because of those curses and what they do for a living

[strbymacaroon]

Silent Love: Ch. 2 - Sexual Tension

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Two

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 9,041

･ ｡ﾟ☆:  *･ November 14th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Tuesday

You didn’t really sleep, even now, with the back of your eyes sore and painful, and your body heavy and tired, you still can’t really sleep. Yuuji is telling you something about breakfast, but you can’t process any of his words. 

Even when Sukuna emerges from his room, yawning obnoxiously and making his way into the kitchen, grabbing a few things. You can see him from the corner of your eye, and Yuuji’s saying something about when he lived with Fushiguro, and how annoying it was to sleep in the same room as him.

So, you cut him off and ask, “How did you sleep last night?” It’s a bit random, maybe even abrupt, but you're desperate to know. Maybe you imagined the whole thing, you were up really late and could’ve been sleep deprived. Did you imagine your roommates older brother loudly fucking someone? You can’t, right? That’s impossible, you’re not crazy. Besides, if you’re not imagining it, Yuuji had to have heard, right? 

With the way Sukuna doesn’t even flinch, nor even pass you a glance, you think you’re a bit crazy. Yuuji, however, tilts his head to the side, stopping mid mouth of a bite of cereal. He looks to the side, thinking for a moment, and that hesitation gives you some weird form of reassurance. 

Okay, I didn’t imagine it. 

That makes you feel a bit better. 

“It was the same, nothing too different.” Yuuji shoves the spoonful in his mouth, “And I slept great! I have this white noise machine that helps me sleep. I can totally let you borrow it sometime if you're struggling to sleep.” 

Okay?… Maybe, I did imagine it. 

That makes you feel worse. The idea that you were fantasizing about Yuuji’s older brother, a man you hadn’t even spoken to, an asshole who you just saw, a stranger, a person who you don’t even know the name of, makes you feel perverse. Are you really that deranged? Should you check yourself into a mental hospital?

You thickly swallow, “Oh.” It’s a bit quiet, your gaze shifting to look at your bowl of food, not finding the appetite to eat it. “That’s good.” You push the bowl away from you, leaning back in your chair. “Uhm. Maybe, I'll think about it.” 

“What about you?” Yuuji’s words are a bit hard to understand, but you can make them out. 

“Uhm, it could’ve been better. I was trying to do my work, but… couldn’t focus.” Your sentence isn’t very confident, it’s incredibly weak, a bit embarrassing, too. “I think I lost my headphones while moving, and I need them to completely concentrate when studying.” Which is a lie becoming true, you definitely need your headphones to focus in this house. 

“Awh. I’m sorry to hear that. I remember when I lost my headphones I felt like I lost a part of me.” Yuuji pouts, “And who knows, maybe it’s the new house gitters.” She smiles at you comfortingly, “I’m sure you’re going to make yourself at home in no time. I’ll even try to help you.”

You give him a weak smile, a small nod following. 

“Also, not to try and offend you, I’m just kind of curious.” He leans forward, passing you a curious look. “Why didn’t you just move in with your parents?” 

You flinch at his question. There’s a bit of an uncomfortable silence, one you don’t want to fill with an answer. “Uh…” You laugh uncomfortably, “I don’t really like talking about my parents, but, uhm… they’re just a bit too far for me.” 

Yuuji blinks, before scooting back in seat uncomfortably, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He cuts himself off, “I was just trying to–I don’t know why I’m still talking, I’ll shut up.” He places his hands over his face.

That makes you laugh a bit, waving him off in a reassuring way. “No–no, it’s okay.” You smile at him, feeling a bit better, “I mean, all new friendships have to have the uncomfortable conversation once, right?” You wrinkle your nose playfully. 

Yuuji pulls his hands away from his face in favor of rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, you're right.” He tilts his head, “I mean, I thought both of my parents died, turns out they just abandoned me, so that has to make us somewhat even, right?” 

You blink, your jaw falling slack. “Huh.” You gasp, your hand slapping over your mouth, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” You cover your eyes with your hands, “Shit, I shouldn’t have brought it up, that’s totally on me.” 

Yuuji laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, don’t. They left forever ago, can’t mourn people I never knew, right?” He looks back at his brother’s bedroom, making a face you can’t quite decipher. “My brother though, that's a different story.” 

You didn’t even notice his brother leaving the kitchen. “Again, I’m so sorry.” 

Yuuji shakes his head, “Like I said, don’t be.” He smiles at you, “I mean, all new friendships have to have the uncomfortable conversation once, right?” He wrinkles his nose playfully. 

You blink at him in bewilderment, “Idiot, you don’t drop that type of bomb on someone.” You cup your mouth, turning away from Yuuji, trying to stifle a laugh. “You’re so weird, Yuuji.” You turn your face away, “I don’t know if I should laugh, or try to comfort you.”

Yuuji laughs with you, “Yeah.” But, his attention is on your face, watching the subtle smile on your lips, it’s pretty. “It’s whatever. I think it’s a bit funny now.” 

You smile at him, pointing a playful finger at him. “Don’t drop that on me next time.” You lean back in your chair, “Next time you’re going to be telling me you’re the leader of a Mafia or something.” 

Yuuji loudly gasps, a hand on his chest while looking around dramatically, then asks, “How’d you know?” 

You push his chest playfully, “Shut up, Yuuji.” 

Yuuji pushes himself away from the table, grabbing both your plates and placing them in the sink. “Hey, thanks for having breakfast with me.” He notices how you barely touched your food, “I appreciate you spending time with me.” 

You stand up, pushing your hair from your face. “No, yeah, don’t worry about it. This is nice.” You look at the hallway, your eyes landing on Yuuji’s older brother’s door. “It’s better than eating alone—or not eating at all.” 

“Yeah!” Yuuji smiles, looking at you over his shoulder. “Does this mean you’re always going to eat breakfast with me now?” You look back at him, and notice he’s giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“Yeah, we can eat together.” You giggle. 

Yuuji hums to himself in delight, turning his attention to washing the dishes. 

You turn your attention back to Yuuji’s older brother’s room. “Hey, what’s your older brother's name?” You tilt your head. 

Yuuji pauses for a moment, biting the side of his cheek in discomfort, but answers nonetheless. “Sukuna.” His answer sounds a bit different than the other things he’s told you today. It sounds more tense. 

Sukuna, you think to yourself. “Oh, okay.”

“Why?” 

“It would be nice to know who else I’m living with.” You giggle while standing up from the table, “I'm going to go grab my things. Then, we can take the bus together.” 

Yuuji nods, turning off the water of the sink and flicking his hands in the air. “I have to go grab Megumi.” He tilts his head to the side, a bit of hopefulness in his voice as he says, “But, I can meet you at the bus stop?” 

A smile splits your face, “Yeah, I’ll meet you there.” 

You make your way to your room, grabbing your bags and a nice pair of black gloves to keep you warm. You weren’t too proud of your outfit, it’s a bit simple compared to your average. No skirt, which is extremely rare, but some simple blue pants, a nice lacy top, but your zip up sweater covers most of it. 

It’s fine, you’re exhausted. 

“I can look extra cute tomorrow.” Hopefully you can find your headphones before then, too. You sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your shoes, tapping them on before exiting your room, closing the door silently behind you. You turn to your left. 

Your hand falls slack from the door handle, your eyes growing wide at the man in front of you. Your heart beating in your ears, while your lips part ever so slightly. But, you try to catch yourself, pressing your lips together while furrowing your eyebrows. Trying to look a bit intimidating, but you can feel your lips wiggling.

Sukuna. 

Perfect timing, you sarcastically think. 

This time, he’s wearing a wife-beater, covering up more than last time. Still, you can’t help but notice the subtle scratch marks on his arms, and the pink marks on his neck. There’s a gold chain around his neck, too, his hair extremely messy. 

Sukuna notices your presence, narrowing his eyes on you, and cocking his head to the side. “You’re still here?” He asks in slight bewilderment, before scoffing, and muttering something to himself. “Tell that brat he needs to tell me when he has his shitty friends over.” He turns his attention back to the restroom.

Now that you can really hear him–without a wall in the way–it feels electrifying. His voice is so deep and raspy, practically vibrating in your body, it may be weird, but his voice is really attractive. In the comfort and privacy in your mind, you can admit, you want to hear more of it. 

A small uncomfortable laugh leaves your lips. You can feel it, the panic seeping into your mind. Despite your body remaining the same, you’re screaming in your head, clawing at your hair with rage as you tell him, “Oh, uhm… Yuuji didn’t–didn’t tell you, huh?” 

That seems to catch his attention, his eyes moving to your frame despite not moving his head. He’s listening, but giving you an expression which doesn’t make you want to continue. But, you take this as a sign to continue nevertheless, “I’m your… Yuuji invited me to live with him, so, I’m your…” 

Sukuna furrows his eyebrows, his lips pulling into a scowl. He turns his body to you again, “You’re fucking kidding.” His voice is laced in venom and annoyance, before he pauses, and slowly takes a deep breath. “Are you payin’ rent?” 

Maybe, this is a conversation you should’ve brought Yuuji to help you with. You’re embarrassed about your answer, first shaking your head before whispering, “Yuuji offered his place for free.” You play with the string on your bag, trying to comfort yourself. 

Sukuna closes his eyes at that, his hand raking through his pink hair. “This isn’t even his fuckin’ house, why would he…?” His sentence trails off, his eyes still closed as he tilts his head back slightly. Sukuna wants to know more, but at the same time he’s not eager to spend any more time with you than necessary. Unless it’s in a… exciting way. 

Sukuna pulls his hand down, opening his eyes and giving you a blank expression. “Get out of my face, I’ll figure this shit out with Yuuji.” He turns back to the restroom, “Also, leave me the fuck alone. I don’t want to see you around.” 

You glare at him, your head turning to the side as you grimace at him. “Excuse me?” You take a step in his direction, “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to be a bit polite.” Now, an important thing to know about you is, you absolutely hate confrontation. Right now, you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, while your hands are shaking like crazy. You grab onto the strap of your bag, trying to pull your emotions under control. “I understand this situation is… not the best for you, but would it kill you to be even a bit nice. I didn’t move in here purely because I knew it would annoy you.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, “I didn’t even know you existed before yesterday, so… calm down.”

Sukuna laughs a bit, he seems to find humor in your words. When it isn’t at all funny. It’s odd to think, laughter is supposed to be comforting, but it makes you feel small under his gaze. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do, bitch. If you didn’t know, I’m the one paying for this house so you can sit on your ass and free-load.” 

Okay… Maybe, he has a small point, but he could be a bit nicer about it. He can’t blame you about this situation, you didn’t know, and if you did, things would be completely different. “Yeah, you’re right. If I knew Yuuji had such an asshole of a brother I wouldn’t have accepted his offer.” You mutter. 

Sukuna gives you a look between cockiness and amusement, “Really. Even if you get to live here for free.” He moves closer to you, and you hate how good he smells. Husky and deep. “Even if you get a chance to be so close to me?” 

So, not only is he an asshole, he’s cocky and self conceited. You huff, clearly not amused, “Like hell.” You push your weight on the pad of your foot, walking around Sukuna, who surprisingly took up a large amount of space in the hall. “I would give anything to be as far away from you as possible.”

Sukuna laughs at that, watching you leave over his shoulder. His eyes scanned up and down your body, lingering on your ass. Still, despite that absolute nuisance it is to have you around, a complete stranger due to his brother’s stupidity, you aren’t at all bad looking. A bit of spunk, too. That’s always a bit fun, annoying, but fun. 

You’re incredibly pretty. His eyes land on your ass again. In fact, you’re really hot.

You stop, quickly turning to Sukuna again. That’s right, you have to… you cringe at yourself, you have to talk about last night. You’re a bit spooked that he’s already looking at you, but don’t show it. 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, “Still eager to talk to me?” He turns back to you, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Last night.” You slowly start, your hand tightening around your bag’s strap as you look at the floor. “The walls are…” You have no idea how to say this, you also didn’t think about how awkward this conversation would be. You genuinely want to die, you’re even debating dropping the entire situation for the sake of your sanity. “I can… hear you…” 

Sukuna doesn’t say anything, which makes your anxiety about the situation rise. “Hear me?” He asks, clearly not catching onto your implication. Or, maybe he does, but you can’t read his face at all. 

You feel your face burn with embarrassment and shame, still you pull your face up and look directly at him, your eyebrows furrowed with determination. “Fucking. You’re loud as hell. I can’t do work with your obnoxious late night fucking.” You scowl at him, “Can you shut up? Or, wait until I get some headphones.” 

Sukuna passes you a contemptuous smile, his teeth flashing at you. You can’t help but notice the sharp canines he has, and the perfect dimples in his cheeks. His smile is completely different from Yuuji’s, less inviting, more attractive and conceited. “Oh, I’m aware. Yuuji’s girlfriend would always bitch at me, too. Just wanted to hear you say it.” He tilts his head to the side. 

You softly groan, asshole, you think. “Yeah. Shut up. Unlike you, I actually have to work to be here. I can’t just sit around and do whoever I want.” Maybe Maki’s words struck a chord with you, even if you don’t know if what she said is completely true. You trust her word, as of right now.

“Do you?” Sukuna’s smile drops instantly, no longer finding humor in the situation. He bites the inside of his cheek, his eyes moving up and down your body. His silence makes you uneasy, and out of bad habit, you continue talking. 

“Wait, until I get my headphones.” You tap your foot on the ground a few times. 

“No.” 

Your lips part in shock, huh. “W-why…?” 

Sukuna moves past you, finally making his way to the restroom, hand on the door knob and opening the door. “I’m not changing my lifestyle for a bitch I never wanted to deal with. Deal with it, sweetheart.” 

You groan in frustration, rolling your eyes as you move past Sukuna, the words, “Fuck you.” Leaving your lips. You’re huffing in anger as you rush for the door, but gasp when you’re tugged back. 

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Sukuna whispers in your ear, his hand tightening around your wrist. He’s so close, towering over you as he tugs you so close to his body. You can see his long lashes, the intricate work of the tattoos on his face, and the harsh look of his eyes. 

You’re a bit scared, no, that’s a lie. You’re terrified, your fingers twitching in his hand. Still, you force a strong front, “You heard me?” You lean close to his face, your nose touching his. “Fuck you, asshole.” You whisper. 

Sukuna sneers at you, before biting the inside of his cheek again, smiling as he stands up straight again. “Okay.” He sounds sickly satisfied, almost a bit arrogant. He lets go of your hand, slowly trailing them to your shoulders and pushing you against the wall. 

You wince when your back hits the wall. Your bag’s strap slips from your shoulder, that’s a lie, the whole bag falls to the floor with a soft ‘thud.’ But, you don’t pick it up, you're too caught up in the way he’s pushing against you. 

“What are you!—“ 

“You’re sexy.” He tilts his head, his eyes skimming down your neck. “Can I say that? I shouldn't say that.” He chuckles when you shiver, your hands falling slack against your sides. Blinking at him with a shocked expression. 

Suddenly, that rage dies down, your mind racing with confusion. “Wha—what?” You thickly swallow, shivering when he moves closer to you, his face ghosting your neck. Your hands instinctively grab his shoulders. 

“My little brother’s friend, I shouldn’t touch you.” His lips finally ghost your collar bone, slowly pressing a kiss against it. “But, god, do I fucking want to. Wanna’ lick you all over.” This time, his tongue trails up your neck, instantly your eyes flutter a small whimper leaving your closed lips. “Awh, was that a whimper? Does my baby like this?” He laughs against your skin, pulling back to look at your face, and he immediately regrets it. 

Your lips are parted and a bit swollen from your biting on them, soft breaths leaving your lips effortlessly, your eyebrows are furrowed and a bit concentrated. Your hands trying to grip onto him to stabilize yourself. Your face is burning, while your pupils are blown with desperation. 

Sukuna feels his dick grow hard. You’re horny. Fuck, that’s so hot.

“Don’t want to hear me late at night?” He asks, his legs coming between both of yours. Pressing against the place you want him to spend more attention on. “I know a solution.” He bounces his leg, just a small bit.

You bite back a moan, feeling your body want to cave into him. But, you collect yourself–enough–to force out a glare at him, “To wait until I get headphones.” You feel your hands shaking. 

“Alright.” Sukuna finds humor in your response, but his dark expression doesn’t falter. He stands up straight, his head tilted back as he looks down at you, “Let me fuck you.” He whispers, his voice deep and husky. “Let me use you.” 

You blink a few times at his bluntness, your face flushing. “Wah-What?” 

“Yeah. Let me fuck you, every night.” He smirks as he leans back a bit, “I know you heard that bitch last night.” His hands move from your shoulders to your waist, his hands grabbing the small of it, slowly massaging the area. “Did you get off on it? Wishing it was you who I was fucking? Wishing that I was fucking you with my dick?” 

His depraved words have you dizzy, your body burning, while your stomach flutters. You’ve never heard someone speak in such a dirty way, more or less have those words directed at you. It feels good. You feel good, this feeling of desperation and horniness feels good, his words make you feel good. 

You want him to make you feel good. 

You part your glossy lips, trying to force the words out, but you can’t. You can’t say anything, nothing is leaving, you’re too weak to say anything. Sukuna makes you weak, even now, you’re giving into his touch, eye fluttering as his fingers lightly dig into your waist. 

Sukuna smiles at this, tilting his head to the side in amusement. “Yeah, you like the sound of that, pretty girl?” You relax ever so slightly into his touch, it makes his chest swell with pride. “That’s it. I’ll treat you so well, fuck that attitude outta’ you.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling his hand behind your head and tangling his fingers in your hair, tugging it back so you can look at his eyes. 

You didn’t mean to, but… a small moan slips past your lips. Sukuna relishes in your small noise, fuck, he hasn’t even touched you, yet you’re this sensitive. He was to hear more, wants to see how you cry when he finally splits you open on his dick. 

He’s completely pressed against you, you can feel his dick pressing against your stomach, and it has you burning. Big and heavy, you want to feel it somewhere else. “I’ll fuck you better than any other bitch.” He lowers his face to yours, his lips so close. “I’ll make you my favorite fuck.” 

You want to say yes, your body is screaming to say yes, but your mind picks up on one small detail he said, and she’s instantly spitting venom against it. Even when he’s so close to kissing you, even with how much you want to give in and feel his lips against yours, you use the little strength you have, “I’m not one of your bitches.” You seethingly whisper at him. 

Sukuna eyebrows jut together as he pulls away, furrowing as he looks at you with a bit of confusion. He laughs at you, but it’s littered with his confusion. “What?” 

You turn away, “I’m not a toy for you to use. I’m not another girl for you to fuck.” You grab your bag, twisting on your heel and forcing your body to peel away from Sukuna’s. “I’m just asking you to shut up at night, it’s not an invitation for you to fuck me.” 

You believe what you’re saying, you really do, and the turn this conversation had taken wasn’t your intention… but you desperately want it now. You can feel your stomach fluttering with his words, and your mind hazy with desire. Even though you know how much you shouldn’t want this.

Sukuna bites the corner of his lip to stop the venom from leaving his mouth, “Alright, babe.” He tells you, turning his attention back to the restroom, “Then don’t come crying late at night, begging me to fuck you.” 

“I will never beg for you, Sukuna.”

“Like how that sounds from your mouth, just gotta hear you cry it.” He smiles to himself. He’s going to make you swallow your words, watch. “Your name.” It doesn’t seem like a question, more like a demand. 

You tell him your name with a sneer, turning on your heel and leaving him alone. Still, Sukuna watches you leave with the corner of his eye, enjoying the way you huff in frustration. 

Even when you’re finally outside the house, the door slammed shut behind you, you’re tingling with excitement. You back pressed firmly against the wood, your neck a bit sensitive from Sukuna’s attention. Your hands cupping your mouth. 

You shouldn’t like what just happened, you shouldn’t be thinking so much about it, you shouldn’t be thinking about how perfectly he pressed against you, or the filthy words he told you. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t even be thinking about boys, you have your studies. 

But, you do, and you are. You secretly love this excitement and feeling. You hate yourself for it, you hate Sukuna for it. You’re too focused in school to be distracted like this. 

That’s right, you still have to go to class.

——

You’re far too distracted to be here, even right now, at your last class of the day. You’re still squirming in your seat. “How’s your asshole doing?” You distantly ask Nobara. 

Nobara tilts her head at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously, “Asking me about my asshole? That’s the first…” A playful smile comes over her lips, “Oh my god, wait, don’t tell me, you found an asshole, too?!” 

You roll your eyes, leaning on your hand, your hand softly pressed against your palm, mumbling your words. “No, but I live with one..” 

Nobara's eyes widen, “Oh! Are you talking about Sukuna?” She asks innocently, not knowing the pandora’s box that is your emotions. 

You give her an aspirated look, your jaw slack, “You… knew?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” You whisper-shout at her, “A warning about his asshole brother would’ve been nice.” 

Nobara smiles, placing her chin on the back of her hand as she leans close to you, “But he’s a hot asshole, right?” She’s giving you a catty smirk, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “C’mon, be honest with me.” 

Your eyebrows twitch together in annoyance. “Not helping.”

Nobara wiggles her shoulders, leaning closer into you. “C’mon.” She sings, her catty smile growing. “Tell me, babe.” She adds in a similar tone. 

You softly hum, looking away from her. Mumbling something. 

Nobara laughs, cupping her ear and saying, “I couldn’t hear that, babe, I think you have to speak up.” 

“He’s totally hot.” You tell Nobara, even if you aren’t facing her. “The tattoos did it for me.” You’re slightly peeking at her over your shoulder, your face busting in a deeper shade than your face. “He’s so hot, it’s actually infuriating.” 

Nobara closes her eyes, taking a deep shaky breath and collapsing her hands together. She opens her eyes again, “You don’t know… you don’t know how long… I’ve been wanting to have this conversation.” 

That sentence is like a bomb that has finally gone off. The both of you turn to each other, grabbing each other's hands and smiling like idiots. “It’s so annoying, I hate it. It isn’t fair, it isn’t fair.” You lean closer, “Why do assholes have to be so hot?!” 

Nobara eagerly nods, “You finally get it, you understand now.” She pulls you closer, “Assholes are hot, I’m sorry, but someone has to say it.” She looks up, “Especially if they have a soft spot for you.” 

The idea of Sukuna having a soft spot for you while being an asshole to everyone else, has you squirming in giddiness. “Oh my god, that’s so cute, I can’t.” You shake your head slightly, “I know I shouldn’t say this, but Sukuna is literally so fine.” You giggle, smiling like an idiot as you say, “I literally am in love with him.” 

Nobara nods eagerly, “Mhm! Mhm! Me too, me too! I feel like I’ve been suppressing my feelings, since I can’t really tell Itadori or Megumi about this, and for some reason, call me crazy, that makes him even hotter.” She shakes her hands with vigor. 

You lean back in your chair, using your hands to express, “It’s because he’s the older brother.” You say it as if it were an obvious fact, as if someone were an idiot not to understand this common fact. “And he has an undercut, and tattoos. Ugh, tattoos.” 

Nobara places her head on the table, a love struck, “Tattoos.” Leaving her mouth. 

You lean forward on your hand, your eyes filled with hearts as you say, “Tattoos.” Your expression hardens as you furrow your eyebrows, “But, god, do I hate him.” There’s more venom in your voice now. “Like, I actually want to kill him–strangle him, too.” 

Nobara nods with just as much enthusiasm, her eyebrows furrowing, “Oh yeah, I do too.” She sighs, “Like, I genuinely can’t stand him.” She sighs again, but this time it’s a bit sad, “Such a shame, why do all hot guys have to know they’re hot?” 

You pout, your heart longing, “I just want a hot guy, who doesn’t know he’s hot, and is absolutely obsessed with me.” You turn your head to Nobara, “Is that too much to ask?” You ask as if it wasn’t, it is. 

Nobara laughs, “You get it, babe, you get it.”

The two of you jump at the noise of scattered packing and chair screeching. You look around, “Oh, is class over?” You gather all your things together, shoving them into your bag messily. “What was today about?...” 

Nobara, just as panicked as you, shrugs, “I don’t know, I don’t know, ask Gojo if he can send you the slide show, or figure it out if it's on the module.” Nobara slings her bag over her shoulder, “Oh, speaking of leaving, Itadori and Megumi want to eat lunch with us.” 

“Us?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. 

“Mhm.” Nobara nods, the two of you leaving your seats, “They like you, and want to spend more time with us.” 

You whimper, your hand clutching the place above my heart, “Really? That’s so nice, I can’t.” You could cry. “I literally love them, too.”

Nobara nods, smiling kindly, “Yeah, they totally think you’re cool. Itadori likes you alot.” She looks to the side, scratching her cheek in thought, “I mean, I think Megumi likes you, I can never really read his mind. But, he hasn’t said anything bad about you, which he would if he didn’t like you.” 

“Awh! I love that. I think…” You say with a bit of confused enthusiasm. Nobara just giggles at that, following as you make your way to Gojo. 

“Uh, so is that slides going to be–” 

“Yes, they’re on the module.” Gojo smiles to himself, whispering, “You would know that if you were paying attention.” He looks around dramatically, his fingers pressed over his lips. “Oh my god! I wonder who said that?!” 

You feel your eyes twitch, your hands itching to punch him. He is so lucky he’s your professor. You give him a forced smile, nodding your head, “Thank you.” You grit. You hate him, because… that was a little bit funny.

Gojo just passes you a dumb smile. 

—-

You’re eating Chick-fil-A. 

Yuuji, seeing this, decides to sit next to you, leaning his head on the table. Opening his mouth every time you're halfway through a nuggets or waffle fry, silently asking you to pop the rest in his mouth. Finding this was more kind than asking for a full food item. 

Yet, everytime he does this, you feel a bit bad giving Itadori a half bitten piece of food, and always grab a full piece and pop it in his mouth. So, it’s practically counter productive, or… maybe it’s really productive for Itadori, he is getting a full fry or nugget. 

Nobara leans on the palm of her hand, calling your name to catch your attention, once she gets it, she speaks again, “Have you found anyone for your project yet? The deadline is in a few weeks.” 

You close your eyes, letting your body fall slack against the table. “It’s been a day, give me a break. I still have other assignments that need my attention.” You whine, popping a fry into your mouth, “I honestly haven’t found anyone I’m willing to embarrass myself with just yet. I need them to be special, you know?” 

Nobara shakes her head, “No.”

Nobora laughs at your reaction, waving her previous statement off with her hand. “Yeah, luckily for me, I didn’t need to do any of that with my project.” She smiles cheekily, “I just have to study someone’s anatomy, and figure out if they have any scars, deformities, or anything like that.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, looking to the side, “Babe, I think that’s worse.” And, deformities? That’s a hell of a way to put it, maybe a bit insensitive, too.

“Not if it’s Yuuji who I’m studying.” Nobara sings, wiggling her shoulders. 

“I was forced to do this.” Yuuji weakly adds, raising his hand shakily. “Consent was not given.”

Nobara throws a small piece of trash at him, “No, he did! It was completely by will. I had explicit consent!” She smiles, covering her mouth with her hands as she adds, “If he refused, I would’ve just posted a video I have of his sleep talking to Jennifer Lawrence.” She smiles, singing, “He has such a potty mouth!” 

Yuuji stands up, pointing a finger at her with his eyebrows furrowing, “That’s called coercion, you monster!” 

Your eyes light up with life, “Oh. My. God. Show me!” You lean over the table, trying to reach for her phone. But, Nobara tuts at this, shaking her head, grabbing her phone from the table and reaching it far behind her. Claiming, a deal is a deal. 

Suddenly, a brilliant idea pops into your head, “Wait, Yuuji, do you play any sports?” Please say yes, please say yes, you mentally beg. You’re practically crossing your fingers in desperation. “I can also do my project on you, with your consent, of course.” 

“No coercion?”

You nod, “Mhm, no coercion.”

Yuuji sits back down, giving you an empathetic look, “No. I don’t.” He looks at Megumi, grabbing his drink. “Megumi does, though. Maybe he's willing.” Which Yuuji highly doubts, but hey, maybe he was feeling generous today. 

You aren’t even given the chance to look at Megumi, “Can’t. My sister is already doing her’s on me, and I can’t deal with the things she’s putting me through twice.” He snatches the drink back from Yuuji, “Sorry.” he doesn't sound apologetic, but that’s how he always sounds, so you don’t take it to heart.

Still, that story sounds familiar…? Didn’t Maki tell you she’s doing her project on her brother? What was her last name again? Wait, what was Megumi’s last name again?

Yuuji takes this time to tell you, “My brother does, he’s a football player.” He leans forward, “Good luck getting him to agree, though. I can’t remember the last time he didn’t something nice for me.” 

“He’s letting you, and your friend live with him.” Megumi adds, “For free. Seems pretty nice to me.”

That’s a good point. 

Yuuji looks up, thinking to himself. “Hm, I guess you’re right.” He turns to look at you, giving you a hopeful look,  “Maybe, he’ll say yes.”

Nobara pinches the bottom of her cheek in thought, “Just ask him about his letterman jacket, and tell him he has nice muscles.” She nods to herself, as if she had just discovered gravity. “I think that’s what football boys like.” 

“Wow, really blew the earth away with that idea, babe.” Your expression is blank, clearly not impressed. You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, which makes you check the notification. It’s a venmo from your dad. 

‘Thanks for helping, don’t spend it all in one place. (+$1.00)’

You feel your eye twitch, wow, so generous, Dad. However, you laugh to yourself when another notification follows after the previous one. 

‘(+$299.)’

Instantly, a small ping of regret falls over your chest, he didn’t need to send that much. The dollar was fine, you were just joking. But, you don’t refuse it either way, you’re going to the student store and buying a new pair of headphones. 

You wave the topic off, “That’s fine, I’m sure I’ll find someone.” 

Nobara’s eyes pop to life as she looks at you with a realization, “Oh! Wait, I’m going to a party on Friday? Want to come?” She asks, biting her bottom lip with excitement. “It can be good for you, after this stressful week.” She passes you a wink.

“And, it’s only Tuesday.” You add tiredly, practically melting in your seat. 

“Yeah, babe, give you motivation to push you through the week.” Nobara passes a glance around the table, “The two of you can come, too. I won’t oppose a sober driver. You already know I want to get fucked up.” She lifts her fingers into an expressive pose, biting her bottom lip as she wrinkles her nose. 

Yuuji shakes his head, shuttering. “Not after what happened last time.” He whispers. 

“Never.” Megumi’s answer is straight to the point, and you respect it. 

Nobara loudly gasps, “Huh?! You’re going to leave two helpless and defenseless girls alone late at night and intoxicated. What if we get kidnapped?” She asks dramatically, clearly trying to create a rise out of either of them. 

Yuuji furrows his eyebrows at her, “You are not helpless.” He shivers, recalling a memory, “Last time a guy hit on you, you ended up shoving him into the pool.” 

“I shoved you into a pool.” Nobara covers her amused smile. 

You furrow your eyebrows, “Was that what happened last time?” You pounder aloud. 

Yuuji shakes his head frantically, “No!” He turns back to Nobara, “Worse of all, I wasn’t even hitting on you!” Yuuji shouts. 

“You were embarrassing me.” Nobara adds loosely, looking at her nails with boredom. 

“How?!” 

“Did you not look at your outfit that night?” Nobara turns away, placing a hand over her mouth while a tear slides down her cheek. “It was tragic, Itadori. Absolutely, tragic. I was doing you an honest to good favor.”

Itadori narrows his eyes at her, “I hate you.” 

Nobara cups her heart, leaning her head to the side as she whispers, “I love you, too. I love you, too.” Yuuji’s eye twitches at this, and for a good second, you genuinely think he’s going to snap and leap over the table.

You laugh a bit, “Itadori’s right, Nobara, I feel pretty safe with you. I’ve seen what you’ve done to touchy men.” You get up, and gather your trash along with your bag, “I’ll totally go though, I’ve been dying to let loose for a bit. I’m a bit pent up right now.” You pass her a wink. 

Nobara covers her smile, “Oh, I know what you mean, I would be, too.” Especially with that hottie around, she tells you with her eyes. 

You nod your head, eyes growing wide. Oh yeah, definitely.

You laugh at your silent exchange and stand up while you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Okay, I’ll see you guys soon, I’m going to go buy an early Christmas gift for me.” You look at Megumi, “A new, shiny pair of headphones.” 

Megumi stiles at this, before turning his head away, a small noise escaping his lips. You can’t tell if it’s a laugh, or a small scoff. You settle on a satisfying both. Before he passes you a thumbs up. 

･ ｡ﾟ☆:  *･ November 16th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Thursday

The previous night went smoother than you anticipated, you didn’t even need to use the shiny new pair of headphones. Which was a bit of a bummer, you were somewhat eager to put your new device to the test, see if it would really hold up against the real thing, but you didn’t even need it. 

Maybe, Sukuna really did keep his side of the deal. Weirdly, you didn’t think Sukuna would, maybe you gave him too little credit. That fact alone gave you some form of comfort, letting you get comfortable on your bed this night with your headphones placed on your counter. 

A false form of comfort is what it really is. If only you could warn yourself. 

You’re reading a book, completely immersed in the story. You’ve enjoyed this so far and are currently on the second book, while the main love interest seems to be a villain-to-good-guy who falls head over heels for the girl. Willing to do anything for her. 

You sigh dreamily, is that too much to ask for?

“Shit.” 

A groan resonates in your ears, and shoots down to your stomach. Goosebumps lifting your skin as you feel your mind completely halt. Your eyes pull up from your book, and look at the wall next to you. 

No way, there's absolutely no way. Another one?

That’s not possible, Sukuna doesn’t have any girls over, or… at least, you didn’t see any. Maybe he snuck one in, maybe you’re just going crazy and imagining things. Yeah, that’s the only answer, you focus your attention back on the book again, yet none of the words are sticking. You’re constantly re-reading the paragraph or page. 

You’re just a bit jarred about what you thought you heard, it could be the angry screaming of rearranging furniture, or stubbing a toe on the corner of your bed, or squeaking of a bed when you finally lay down on it. In the end, you just groan to yourself, placing your book on the floor and forgetting it. 

“Whatever, I can read it la–” 

“Holy shit, f-fuck.” 

It’s no longer just a figment of your imagination, it’s real and… you glance at your headphones, and you do reach for them, your fingertips grazing the cool item, when something you’ve never expected reaches your ears. It makes your eyes flutter, your pussy tightening around nothing as your hand falls slack against the bed ledge. 

Your name. 

Sukuna just moaned your name.

Oh my god. He wants me to hear. 

You’re absolutely ashamed by your thoughts, your desperation to hear more of his voice, and to watch him. It’s absolutely violating to want to do any of those things, especially that he’s in the comfort of his home. But, your actions are more violating and ashaming than any of your thoughts. Especially with what you’re doing right now. You have headphones, you bought a solution to your problem, yet you’re creating it–feeding into it right now.

You press your ear against the wall, your hand slotted perfectly between your plush thighs to touch yourself. You softly rock your hips back and forth into your palm. You bite your lip, closing your eyes to try and focus on the noise, on his voice. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you hear the wet sound of his hand sliding up and down his dick. 

Shlick, Shlick, Shlick. 

It’s fast, but a bit drawn out. As if the movement took a significant amount of time to complete, then pull back down. The implication behind that thought makes you squirm in arousal and your thoughts. You keep your fingers outside your panites, rubbing your middle finger above your clit very slowly.

Sukuna’s moans are a bit elongated, deep and vibrating. And only when he speeds his hand up does his voice raise ever so slightly, as his calm demeanor has faulted, only to come back down into a deep groan, revealing the pleasure behind his act. 

It has you drooling, your teeth biting and sucking onto your bottom lip, desperately wishing–praying it was you forcing these sounds out of him. You would give anything to wrap your hand around his cock, or your lips, and suck. You don’t even know why? You’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea of him moaning because of you, makes your stomach flutter. 

“Shit, just like that. Just like that.” He groans again, his breath growing ragged and slow. As if he’s taking in the pleasure, indulging himself in it like a greedy sin. Even his movements, the sounds from his cock, emulate it. “Love when you use your tongue.”

Is he fantasizing? You want to know about what, you desperately want to know what he’s thinking. You pull your shirt above your tits, using your free hands to pinch and grope them, imagining it was Sukuna’s big hands violating you. 

A small huff leaves your lips, red and bruised. You wish it’s him doing this to you, his tongue working against yours, his lips pressing against your slowly and forcefully. Taking in each little whine and moan you make against his lips, working his tongue slowly around yours. 

Yet, despite your eagerness, he keeps at his tauntingly slow pace, grinding your hips into his, his dick pressing up against your swollen clit. Catching it in the most perfect way that has you melting into his arms, falling against his shoulder as you moan into his ear. Only making his boner harder for you to grind against. 

Sukuna thickly swallows, “Gotta’ keep quiet, roomie hates the noise keepin’ her from her studies, since she’s a good little girl.” He chuckles at his words. “I should be quiet, right?” 

You hate–love–how close he sounds, as if he’s right next to you, trying to sound as loud as possible, trying to get into your head. He already is, though, clouding your head to make you dizzy and horny. Even with your finger working your clit in slow circles, creating the simulation you love, it isn’t enough. 

I should stop. You tell yourself, I need to grab my headphones, you mentally scold. But you can’t, how do you expect to stop when he’s practically doing this for you. He’s trying to get on your nerves, he’s trying to make you horny. 

You don’t want him to stop. 

Please, don’t stop. 

“Please, don’t stop.” It’s quieter than a whisper, something even your ears don’t pick up. Which is good, you can’t imagine facing Sukuna after you explicitly said you’d never beg for him, yet here you are, groping your body imaging it was him descrating you. That thought alone sends goosebumps over your sensitive skin. 

Sukuna moans your name again, but it has more command to it this time, as if he’s calling for you. “Can you hear me, you listenin’?” 

You nod your head, pulling your body closer to the wall, it’s cold and makes your skin prick. Yet, it feels amazing, when you pinch your nipples or dip your finger between your slit, it makes you indulge in how filthy it is. Rubbing your slick around your sensitive bud. 

“You wanna hear what I’m thinking of?” Sukuna whispers, his voice more raspy from before. “Something so your drooling cunt can get off to?” 

You bite it back, you really try to, but it slips into the soft pillow of your bed. A whimper, and you pray to everything that Sukuna didn’t hear. It would genuinely make the moving process so much faster for you. 

“I fuckin’ hope so, damn bitch.” He sighs, his hands working up and down his dick again. “Thinkin’ about your tits, how soft they looked yesterday, and when you first came. Took everything in me not to pull down your towel and lick ‘em all over.” 

You mush your thighs together, your hand working your soft tits, feeling how soft they are between your fingers. The way his tongue would work around your tits, sucking and marking them up as if they belong to him. Your body nods at that thought, they do. You belong to him right now.

You imagine how thick he has to be, how long his dick is, and how deep it would work its way inside of you. How you would choke on it, or how it would feel deep inside your throat as your hands work what can’t fit. How long he would spend preparing you to take his cock, only pushing it into your sensitive cunt when you’re verging tears of overstimulation. 

“You thinkin’ about me suckin’ your tits? Good.” He groans, his hand stopping at his tip, working that sensitive area overtime, it has his voice raising ever so slight. “Thinkin’ abou–about how’d they bounce under me when I–when I fuck your cunt open with my cock. F-Fuck, that’s so s-sexy, want to see that so fuckin’ bad.” 

There’s a bit of whine in his voice, and that does something to you. It has you working your clit in circles, your panties hanging off one of your ankles, dangling as you point and curl your toes in pleasure. You’re never felt this good before, even now that you're rubbing your clit, his words have your stomach fluttering, adding to the insane sensation. 

“Wanna’ see your face when you cream, wanna hear what noises you’d make when it’s too fuckin’ much.” Sukuna groans loudly, his teeth gritting as he breathes, “Wanna hear you beg f’me to fuck you, then beg to stop when you can’t take it anymore.”

You flip onto your stomach, shoving your face into your pillow with tears in your eyes. Your stomach coiling in pleasure, electrifying shocks of euphoria soaring through your body everytime you hear Sukuna moan in pleasure. It’s all too much, but you’re right there, so close.

“Wanna’ use that pussy like a little toy. My pretty toy” His dick slaps against the wall, and it sounds so fucking thick, so big and heavy. “S-Shit, that feels.. so–so fuckin’ good.” He moans, slapping his cock against the wall a few more times to enjoy the depraved pleasure it emulates in his body. Oh my god, it’d fucking feel amazing inside you.

“Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna…” His sentence cuts off with a soft groan, his hand working up and down his cock faster than before. And, he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, which his moans going up and octaves everytime. “Y-Yes, fuck, love that shit…”

That does you in, your lips parting as drool seeps from your lips, coating your pillow. Your legs lock around your hand as liquid seeps down your legs, but you don’t stop, you can’t. Not when you’re imagining Sukuna working his cock as he fingers your cunt. His thumb rubbing circles into your oversensitive clit for what felt like hours.

It’s so nasty, so dirty, but it makes you feel like heaven. 

How shameless Sukuna is with his words, his thoughts and actions. He doesn’t care if you’re listening, in fact, he wants you to listen. He’s getting off on thinking you're getting off on him, and that’s the hottest thing ever. 

･ ｡ﾟ☆:  *･ November 17th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Friday

That morning, you don’t even get ready for the day. You just shove some cute clothes in a second bag, and leave the moment you know your bus is a few minutes away from your stop. Not passing Itadori, or most importantly, Sukuna a glance. 

Yuuji just tilts his head at your actions, a sting of pain zapping in his heart. What happened? Are you okay? Also, did you not want to walk with him, or eat breakfast and talk about random things? Did he say something wrong? Are you mad at him by chance? 

Yuuji was planning on going to the party with you and Nobara, but not he’s not too sure. Maybe, you need some time away from him. He pouts slightly at that thought, what a shame. 

Sukuna, on the other hand, voices it. “Where's she going off in a hurry?” There’s this nasty satisfaction building in his chest by your actions, so you heard him. “Don’t tell me she’s scared of missin’ her bus or something.” He laughs sadistically to himself, finding amusement in your timid nature.

Yuuji narrows his eyes at his brother suspiciously, making a slight scowl at him. “Why do you care?” He furrowed his eyebrows while grabbing some milk from the fridge. “I swear if you did something, I’ll personally kick your ass.”

“You can sure as hell try, brat.” Sukuna shrugs, looking back at the cupboard for his pre-work out. “Besides, I just wanted to talk to her.” He laughs again, smiling to himself. “See if she slept well last night. Heard some shit that kept me up.” 

Yuuji isn’t completely satisfied with this answer, in fact, his brother’s answer makes him a bit uneasy, but he tells him, “She’s going to be back Saturday, so you’re just going to have to wait..” Yuuji grabs a bowl and pours some Frosted Flakes inside, along with his milk, slipping his spoon inside.  

“Nah, don’t care anymore.” Sukuna dismisses, tucking the things he doesn’t need anymore away. 

Yuuji takes an unsure bite of his cereal, but feels it doesn’t taste as good without your morning company. “Pretty sure she’s going to a party with Noara today.” He thinks aloud, trying to gauge Sukuna’s reaction. 

Sukuna nods, “Interesting.” But his tone doesn’t indicate any interest. In fact, he’s pulling his phone from his pocket, going through his list of unsaved contacts and unopened chats. Until his eyes land a familiar one. 

A girl with familiar hair. 

Yuuji pushes himself away from the kitchen, making his way to the dining table. “Yeah, I’m going to be out until the weekend too. Don’t mess up the house.” 

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “It’s my damn house, I’ll do whatever I so please with the fuckin’ place.”

Yuuji sighs, standing up from the table, finding that his appetite is no more. “Fine.” Ruin this place like you ruin everything. He grabs his bag and makes his way to the door, leaving the dishes behind. He pauses, he looks at Sukuna, “Also, this weekend…” However, the sentence dies far before he can finish it. 

Sukuna’s too caught up in his phone to pay attention to Yuuji right now. Typical.

Whatever, Sukuna will just have to figure it out the hard way. That amuses Yuuji a little bit. He waves to his brother, opening the door and singing, “Bye.” Right before closing.

Oh, he can’t wait until he comes back on Saturday to the shit-show unfolding within his house. 

Next Chapter: Ch. 3 - Fake Dinner Date W/Feels

[stxrmylxve]

request by @takemichisslut: what about a yuuji itadori x reader? like, some kind of hc?

i think when he is tired, he would literally fall over on you. I mean come on, training is intense, and after a while of it, even Gojo gets tired. He literally falls over like a brick, smothering you with cuddles because he has no energy for anything else in life then

Can’t cook to save his life- legit cries for you to cook him something to eat because he is starving and likes your cooking better anyways

I think he would have met you through animals, idk why. Like if you both saw a stray cat, you would run to care for it and like meet there. baji? and he wouldn’t fall in love with you there so much because you were taking time to care for the cat, but rather because he could just tell that you were different. More calm, understanding, and certainly reliable.

if you’re sad, expect him to buy not just your favorite snacks, drinks, no, he’s buying the whole damn store for you

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ��ᴜᴛ (ᴀʏʏ, ʀʜʏᴍᴇ?)

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sukuna is coming out during a good old fuck, don’t tell me otherwise

literally Yuji is there being gentle and all and then Sukuna shows up and abuses your poor body

Yuji I think could be feral?? Like not possessive and like all that but more of you-like-it-like-that-and-he-is-a-man-whore-and-wants-to-please-you sorta thing, yk?

idolizes your body. sukuna not so much always asking for consent, checking in after bites and such, just a sweetie

aftercare is AMAZING cause he gets you everything to clean up, eat and drink if needed, and he ran the laundry before hand so you have warm clothes to put on <3

(EXTRA) His side-part, sukuna

he has a hard time with comfort and stuff, being all big and mighty in his domain and all

will comfort you but only if he HAS to cause he has a reputation?

he does spend time with you though! just not up on you with cuddles like yuji so much

can cook a little better, but mostly because he can have hands anywhere he needs to clean up, fry stuff, etc

idk i feel like he is a oddly good dad? whether you have a kid or adopt, he takes them in as his own and coddles them. Will get anything for them or he can just.. forcefully get it.

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ (ᴀʏʏ, ʀʜʏᴍᴇ?)

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RUTHLESS, nothing more nothing less

doesn’t really care if you cry cause.. it turns him on even more.

will pin your arms behind you back with an arm while he snakes a hand to your throat

sugar coats most words when he is in the mood to get his way, but then bites back by drilling you

if he really hurts you, ofc he will stop cause he is a gentleman at heart and hates his s/o hurt rather than a victim

aftercare? … lets you rest and doesn’t care from there on really

gives the best nights though

no he isn’t heartless persay, just getting used to love and all since he had been alone/fighting before you had met him

Sooo??? good? hope so, give me requests pls i need something good to write 😭

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

[elysianslove]

omg wait ok who in jjk do you think is an ass, thigh or tits person?? also congrats on 4k thats so sexc of u!!! you're so talented you deserve every one of them <33 MWAH

bb thank you so much ily so much <333 kiss kiss mwah <333 and! thank you for asking this i have been waiting for this ask to come into my inbox. warning; suggestive and mentions of nsfw

ITADORI YUUJI is an ass person. aside from the fact that it’s canon, i see him as someone that’s just mesmerized with ass. loves seeing it in jeans, or those patterned loose pants yk the one that make everyone’s ass jiggle, or in a tight dress, or in booty shorts. and not just that! he loves to be touching you too. as his s/o, you are never free from his groping hands. loves to lift you up and just place his hands on your ass, to ‘keep you steady’ or whatever, and also loves to lay on your ass if you’re on your stomach. makes you laugh so it jiggles against his head/cheek. he’s a bit too shy to smack your ass in public, but catch him doing it all the time at home. like as you’re passing by him or standing there minding your business. or just always having a handful of your ass when you two are sitting down/cuddling. definitely fake fucks you when you bend over too just saying. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI i see more as a tits kinda guy. he says doesn’t have a preference, but that all changes when he sees you in a low-cut revealing shirt. he’s a respectful guy so he will be trying not to look. it doesn’t really work though. it’s not that he doesn’t like ass or thighs, it’s more that whenever he sees your tits it goes to his dick a lot quicker lmao. he loves, loves, loves it when you don’t wear a bra, no matter the shirt you wear, no matter your breast size, and if it’s see through as well? consider him dead. oh and megumi’s hands are large. i’m not saying he has a size kink but, there’s just something about the way they look against your breasts. also! he really likes,,, just, kinda, fondling with them. holding them, groping them, as he’s sitting there. it’s fun. and warm. also adores stuffing his face against your chest, even if you have small tits, he just likes it. it’s all about the intimacy of laying on your lover’s naked chest for him <3 

KUGISAKI NOBARA is definitely a tits kinda girl. like no questions, no criticisms, nothing just vibes and titties. she loves the way they look, the way they feel, in her hands, in her mouth, literally anything and everything. considering she has breasts too, she knows just how comforting it is to hold onto them just randomly. if you have big breasts, she’s in heaven as she stuffs her face against them, nothing nsfw just cause. if you have small breasts, she’s still in heaven as she just sucks on them as a stress reliever. she’s like a toddler when she’s stressed like ‘lemme suck on your tiddies pls’ lmfao. also!! she is a fashion icon, an star, an idol, she knows the type of clothes that look flattering and which don’t. also she loves to go bra shopping with you just so she can get into the changing room and start groping and bouncing your breasts to test out the bra, as she claims. but yes, she’s a titties girl! 

RYOMEN SUKUNA is, if not an all kinda guy, a thighs man. wears them like ear muffs lmfao. his infatuation was first purely nsfw, and he would show it by constantly leaving bruises all over them, marking you, whether it was from his tight, vice like grip, or from his mouth. but then over time it became just genuine love and fascination, especially after that one time you had whined at him after sex to just massage your sore thighs for you. he’d begrudgingly agreed, but then he ended up loving the feel of kneading them in his strong hands. and after growing comfortable with cuddling, his favorite position is just where his head is in between your thighs and your ankles are crossed at his chest. he can stay like that for hours honestly. also he likes to have his hands resting there, squeezing every once in a while. but, like i said, sukuna just likes your body in general. 

INUMAKI TOGE was a little more difficult to decide, and i’m still not that sure of this, but i think he’d be an ass person, just because i think he’s lowkey very touchy with his s/o and he’d like to just— rest his hands there all the time. likes it when the two of you are cuddling and you leg is lifted up across him, allowing him to settle his hand on the curve of your ass. also he’s lowkey a very cheeky person when it comes to his s/o, so i can just imagine as you’re laying down on your tummy, he pats your ass and every time it jiggles he giggles to himself lightly. also the type to rest against his s/o’s ass just cause but he would actually fall asleep like that. also! whenever he’s resting like that, he likes to give your ass a little peck, just a small smooch, a token of appreciation if you will, before he pats where he kissed lightly, and in his own way he just says, “nice :D.” 

GOJŌ SATORU. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass man! is absolutely in love with your ass. smacks it in public with zero shame, just sends a teasing grin your way, and like, finger guns at you with a wink or something. when you walk past him at home in shorts or like only your underwear, he likes to give it a nice little pat. every single time. and when you bend over while he’s sitting on the couch or laying on the bed or something, he calls out in the cheekiest, most teasing, most annoying voice, “nice.” i hate his sexy ass sm. does tiktoks with you that include you throwing it back on him because he wants to give you reason to. loves to watch you put on your clothes, especially jeans, when you like jump in them. he’s just a pervert with a license to constantly hit on you. 

NANAMI KENTŌ is also definitely an ass man. look at him. tell me he doesn’t love ass. loves to fondle and grope it all the time, no matter where you are, and he’s very good at making it look subtle too so he gets away with doing in public too. nanami strikes me as someone that’s slightly possessive, not unhealthily so, but he does always like to subtle hand on you whenever the two of you are out, and more often than not his hand’s resting right above your ass. also he’s a very giving partner, in all ways, so i see him offering to give you massages all the time. definitely lingers on your ass, kneading strongly yet softly, even if you don’t need it? he just likes to do it. is not as open about it as the others, but he’s very obvious about it hehe

ZENIN MAKI is a thighs girl. also is the type to love stuffing her face in between them, but it’s a fixation kinda thing where she cannot stop ogling at your legs, specifically your thighs. loves to grope and squeeze at them all the time, and her all time favorite thing is seeing you in thigh highs, where the stockings squeeze at your thighs just a little. it makes her mind cloud over. 

ZENIN MAI is a a tits girl. i was thinking maybe she’s an ass girl, but i’m so certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you or your cleavage if you wore anything to show off your breasts. definitely likes to lay on your chest and kiss and suckle on them, just randomly. also kinda a possessive thing, cause she will absolutely leave marks. she just. loves your tits okay? 

GETŌ SUGURU is an ass man. loves seeing you all dressed up in outfits that show your ass off, and almost always he won’t really touch, not unless the two of you were really intimate, but he looks. he looks so much, and he makes it so obvious that he’s checking you out. in public, at home, doesn’t matter. he’ll be eyeing you up and down and will have this sultry smirk as he glances at your ass. kinda hot ngl.

MAHITO is also a little bit tricky because i want to say ass, but i also want to say tits. somewhere in between ass and tits then. he has like,,, moods for them you know. sometimes he won’t stop ogling at your breasts, and other times he can’t keep his hands off your ass. either way, he’s very teasing about it, and he will buy you really provocative clothes to show both off. so kind <3