#sukuna ryomen × reader

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NSFW - no minors - smut with plot

Plot: You are the campus sweetheart. A high-class, rich girl who's always following the rules. Super kind and friendly to everyone. You are at the top of every class and put your focus and time on studying and family matters, just like you were raised to.

But what happens when you find yourself in one room with the campus troublemaker himself, letting yourself go for the very first time in your life and let him introduce you to a completely new world? A world full of carefree fun, lust, and love, like you never experienced before...

Warnings: bad boy! Sukuna - rich girl! Reader - drug use (Weed) - first time smoking - kinda forced intoxication? (reader is curious but persuaded into it) - shotgunning - making out - inexperienced!reader - sex under the influence - protected sex - markings (hickeys, biting) - multiple rounds - missionary - doggy - cowgirl - getting caught in the act - after care

Word count: 13.438

Might write more chapters to this. Already have a few drafts in the works...

You are skipping over to the boys dormitory after class to work on a project with Itadori, greeting a few people on your way with a polite smile and short small talk about classes, professors and extracurriculars, denying some invitations to parties and movie dates.

When you arrive at the boys' dormitory, you write down your name in the guest book and make your way upstairs. You knock on the door, expecting Itadori to open it, but to your surprise, you are greeted with the face of his roommate.

Sukuna Ryomen. You only heard stories about him, sometimes seeing him lurking around campus with his shady friends. At first, one could think that Sukuna and Itadori are related, but despite their similar features and the hair color Itadori copied, because he thought it was kind of cool, the two of them share no similarities. Sukuna Ryomen just happened to be a lot scarier than the bubbly ball of excitement that was Itadori Yuji.

“He’ll be here in about 20 minutes or so. You can stay or whatever. Doesn’t make a difference to me. If you do stay though, don’t touch anything on the fuckin’ table.” Sukuna said, rubbing his knuckles against the tattoos on his face tiredly.

You timidly walk into the dorm room. "20 minutes isn't that long, I can wait." You smile politely at him, not wanting to give into the temptation of judging a book by its covers.

The room is barely lit, and it was smelling a lot like weed and sweat. You put your stuff down on Itadori's bed before sitting down on it carefully. You look around the room, not knowing what to do now and slightly swinging your feet. Maybe you should have just come back later, you think to yourself.

Sukuna glances at you for a moment as you sit down on Itadori’s bed. Despite you being polite, there was an obvious air of anxiety surrounding you. He just can’t tell if you are anxious about him… or if it was something else. But he did care to find out.

Sukuna’s eyes flicked down to your legs for just a brief moment before he let out a low, tired sigh and took a drag from the joint he held. “You’re one of the teacher’s pet types, ain’t ya?”

Your head whippes around to look at him, your eyes traveling up and down his body for a second before settling on his face. "We aren't allowed to smoke in the dorms. And I'm sure we aren't allowed to smoke THAT at all." You are referring to the weed he is currently consuming, coughing out a little when the smell hits your nose.

He smirks at the way you look at his body, finding it rather humorous. He thought your comment on smoking was cute, a little on the naive side, though. But hey, he preferred it if you were a little oblivious… it would make things more interesting.

“Yeah, well, we aren’t allowed to do a lot of things here, and yet… we still do them.” He takes another drag, letting the smoke waft through the room before exhaling in your direction. A smirk forming on his lips at the way you cough again.

You only scowl in confusion, trying to think about what kind of things he is referring to. Alcohol, drugs, staying out past curfew? Sex? The thought of him doing sexual stuff in this room makes you blush, your eyes darting from him to his bed for a split second. "No, we don't. Not all of us take joy in breaking rules, you know?”

He sees the way you look towards his bed for a brief, fleeting moment. And he chuckles darkly, taking another drag from his joint and slowly exhales before speaking. "Is that right, princess? I find that hard to believe. Breaking the rules is fun… you’re just too much of a goodie-two shoes to take advantage of it."

He looks you up and down again, taking in your features more closely. You are pretty… and shy, too. A delicious combo, he thought to himself.

You let out a scoff at his words. "And what do you want me to do, huh? Be more like you? Go out past curfew to some shitty bars and get drunk on a weekday? Smoke cigarettes and weed the whole day instead of going to classes? Have Sex in a rather… untidy dorm room and get myself an STD instead of studying?"

It is unusual for you to get so worked up over this. Normally, you are able to hold in your emotions better, but you had a stressful week, and he hit a nerve. Yes, you are a ‘goodie-two shoes’ but you didn't really have a choice on that matter. You had family expectations to uphold and are under a lot of pressure. As much as you wanted to, you can't just do whatever you want. It's careless and reckless, and nothing good would come out of it.

Sukuna is surprised by your little fit, but it is rather fun to watch. He lets out another chuckle as you list off everything you don’t do, listening intently and closely to what you say.

“Yeah… basically.” He says bluntly, taking another drag from his joint. “Life’s short, princess. Live it while you can. You’ll never get to experience this time again, y’know?” He smirks at you, taking a few steps forward to close in on the gap between you both.

He is standing right in front of you, towering over you while you sit on Itadori’s bed. His crotch leveling with your face, making your eyes dart down for a moment. Of course, he notices the way your eyes dart down, and he chuckles to himself, a look of wickedness growing on his face.

You look up at him with narrowed eyes, anger, and frustration clearly swirling behind your orbs. "Could you at least not be smoking weed while I am here? When Itadori comes back, we have a project to work on." You grit out through your teeth.

He took another drag from the joint before holding the smoke inside his mouth and taking another small step forward, closing the gap between you both even more now. “Aww… don’t be such a buzzkill, princess. What’s a little weed gonna do? I smoke it all the time, and I’m still fine.” He leaned down a little so he could be closer to your face.

Again, he is blowing his stupid smoke into your face, and you swear, you could already feel your head getting lighter. Was it the anger, or is it possible to get high this quick from just a few secondhand hits?

"Stop doing that!" You are clenching your jaw in frustration. "And clearly, you're not fine. Your brain definitely took damage already, seeing how you act like a defiant child. You are an arrogant ass AND you are trouble, Sukuna. Stop getting me involved with your stupid games. Get another girl for it." You huff out in annoyance after your little rant.

Sukuna chuckles at your comment, enjoying the way you are so easily annoyed and enraged. It was funny seeing you get so worked up over such trivial things, and the way your cute, angry face scrunches up when you are frustrated is like a cherry on top.

He continues to hold another blow of smoke in his mouth while you rant, not letting himself exhale quite yet. And when you finally stop, he slowly begins to speak again. The smoke leaves through his lips and wafts in the air between you. “Aww… and here I was thinking you were playing hard to get, princess.”

You are swatting the smoke away with your hand, biting back another sassy comment. "Just smoke your stuff on your side of the room." You say while pushing him away by his legs.

You crawl up on Itadori's bed and over to the window, opening it. Unknowingly, giving Sukuna a good view of your ass under the short skirt in the process. You try to breathe in some fresh air, your head buzzing like crazy.

Sukuna allows you to push him away, rolling his eyes and taking a step back, but a smirk grows on his face when you crawl over the bed. He doesn’t move from his spot, enjoying the view and watching you intently, taking in the sight of your ass.

He chuckles to himself and takes a couple more drags from the joint before tossing it into an ashtray. He smirks as he speaks. “Careful… don’t want anyone looking up and seeing you, princess. Imagine the talk around campus when you get caught with the troublesome bad boy.”

You just roll your eyes at him, and silence is falling over you two while you wait for Itadori to come back. But he never did. Not after 20 minutes and not after 30 minutes. In the meantime, Sukuna sits on his bed with an amused smile on his face.

He’s watching you, how you sit by the window, and look outside for Itadori every few minutes. He knows damn well that Itadori isn’t coming over. He had sent him a message as soon as he saw your cute little ass, to not come back until way later.

He smirks to himself and sits still for a few good minutes, just watching you as you begin to grow frustrated and worried. “Think he ain’t coming, princess.”

"Stop saying that!" You hiss, looking outside for Itadori again. "Maybe he forgot? Wouldn't be a first..." You mumble quietly to yourself before returning your gaze to Sukuna.

"Are you just going to lounge around your room for the rest of the day? It's Friday. Don't you have anything better to do?” You raise your eyebrows at him, clearly annoyed by his presence. It's his room, and you could just leave, but this project with Itadori was important, and you have to get this done today or otherwise it wouldn't fit into your schedule. Sukuna is usually out partying every fucking day but not today… something about it seems suspicious to you.

He smirks, watching as you grow more and more frustrated as time passes. It is so cute seeing you this way, completely ignorant of the fact that he is the reason Itadori isn’t here. This whole situation is his doing… and he is enjoying every minute of it.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Laze around and probably get high. And, I don’t know… have a little fun.” He chuckles again, his smirk widening as he looks over your body, his mind obviously thinking something perverted.

You lean out of the window again before closing it. Sitting on your knees on Itadori's bed, you fumble with the hem of your skirt and think about what you should do now.

You scoff at Sukuna's comment. "Of course you would. Is weed the only thing you love in life? If you weren’t so damn irritating, I would honestly feel sad for you.”

Sukuna chuckles again, a little more darkly this time. He took in your pose, sitting on your knees on the bed like a good girl, your skirt riding up just slightly as you fiddle around with it… it is quite a sight to behold, one that he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

He sits up on his bed, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms behind his head as he watches you on the bed at the other side of the room, a smirk still on his face. “You say it like it’s a bad thing, princess. Weed is fun. You’d know that if you weren’t so… straight-edged.”

His words aren't really registering. Your mind is still focused on how you would be able to finish this project today if Itadori doesn't show up. "Well, I guess I would have to try it to know..." You say absentmindedly.

That catches his attention. His head perks up when you say that, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he smirks a little. “Oh, yeah? You have to try it, huh? Well… I got plenty of stuff here I could let you try.” He sat up properly on the bed, looking at you intently as he spoke, waiting to gauge your reaction.

You shake your head out of your own thoughts and look at him in disbelief, your face scrunching in confusion. "What? What are you talking about? I would never take this stuff. It messes with your head." You give him another eye roll. "And even if I would ever try smoking, you would be the last person I wanna hit my first blunt with, Sukuna.”

He chuckles, enjoying the way you react to his suggestion. He watches the confusion and disbelief slowly morph onto your cute face, another smirk growing on his own as he speaks again. “Messes with your head?”

He laughs at that, amused by the fact that you didn’t know the first thing to do with marijuana. “Oh come on, princess… it’s not that bad. And I could take real good care of you… you’d never know the first thing about gettin’ high… Let me teach ya.”

"Take care of me, huh?" You raise an eyebrow at the innuendo behind his offer. Your eyes are darting from him to the ashtray, lingering on the remains of the joint he was smoking earlier. You look back at him, a scowl on your face. "You can't even take care of yourself, Sukuna.”

He shrugs his shoulders at your comment. He couldn’t argue with that. You had a point there. He probably couldn’t take good care of himself even if he tried. But you… he’d take real good care of you… At least he liked to think he would.

“Eh, maybe I can’t. But I think I’m good at taking care of… other people. I’m real good with my hands, y’know.” He smirks again, his gaze lingering over your body.

"I would sure hope so, seeing all you do with your fingers is rolling blunts the whole day." You let out an exaggerated sigh. "Stupid Itadori…" You mutter to yourself.

He chuckles at your comment, knowing damn well that you are right. He did spend most of his time rolling things with his fingers.

Then you suddenly stand up and make your way over to his bed, sitting down on it with a huff. Getting more comfortable next to him with your skirt riding up in the process. "So~, how does this work, huh?”

He has to admit, you are looking real cute, the way you hop up from the bed and sit down on his, your skirt riding up, so that a bit more of your thighs are showing. He’s getting more excited and enticed as you sit down beside him, your body so close to his. “Alright, princess, lemme teach ya a thing or two about smokin’. First off, you gotta come closer. You’re too far away for me to teach you properly.”

He just puts his arms around your waist and manhandles you to sit between his legs, your back flush against his chest. "I don't think this is a proper position..." You state quietly but don't make any attempt to actually stop him.

He chuckles as he grabs you and moves you to his liking, his laugh turning to a smirk as he leans forward a little and puts his chin on your shoulder, his lips right next to your ear as he whispers to you.

“Nah… I think it’s the perfect position for… teaching. It’s so I can show you everything real easily, princess.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him, basically trapping you in his hold now.

You look over your shoulder at him. Your faces are so close that you can feel his breath against your lips. "And- and what do I do now?" Your voice is barely above a husky whisper, a little bit of curiosity mixed with anxiety and insecurity lying beneath.

He smirks as his face gets closer to your own, staring deeply into your eyes. You look so innocent, so… naive. You have no idea what you are about to get yourself into. “For now? Just relax. It’ll be a small hit at first. Nothin’ too bad, okay, princess?”

He lets go of your waist with one hand, reaching over to the table beside the bed. He grabs a new joint and a lighter, quickly flicking it on and lighting up the end of the blunt.

He takes a hit and lets the smoke hang in the air between you, your nose crinkles when you take in the smell. You reach out to take the joint out of his fingertips, concentrating on not letting it fall down with how nervous you are. Your eyes flicker to his for reassurance before lifting the joint to your lips.

He chuckles as he watches you try to take your first hit. You look nervous and anxious, your hand trembling a little as you take the joint delicately from his hands. He smirks as he gets a good glimpse at you, you're so cute it's almost unfair to do what he had planned.

When you inhale for the first time, you immediately start a coughing fit and look at him over your shoulder with a pout.

He laughs out loud when you start to cough up a storm and takes the joint out of your hands for another hit. “Oh princess… I know you’re not experienced with this but goddamn, you coughed like crazy. C’mon… try again.”

You are still coughing a little bit, letting out a huff of air and denying the joint he holds up for you to take again.. You try to stand up from your position between his legs, shuffling forward and away from him, your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself as you scoot forward. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe I should just-"

He chuckles when you start to stand up from your spot, and the feeling of your hands on his thighs made him grow even more excited for what the night could hold. He quickly reaches out and grabs your hips, pulling you back down so that you were sitting between his legs again.

“Nah… I think you should give it another shot, princess. It ain’t gonna get better if you don’t try more than once.” He wraps his arms around your waist again, holding you in place.

You let out a small whine, clearly embarrassed that it didn't work out well the first time. "Sukuna, please~" You look back into his eyes, your pout only intensifying. "Maybe some people are just not born to do this and maybe I am one of those people..."

Your hands instinctively hold onto his forearm, which is securely placed around your waist, for comfort. You don't even notice you are pressing your back into his chest a little more.

He smirks as you whine and look at him, pouting. You look so good, in every sense of the word, it's almost too much to handle. Seeing how embarrassed you are about trying and failing at something was just… adorable. He loves the way you are so helpless… it gives him too much power over you.

When you begin to nuzzle into his chest, he chuckles at how innocent and adorable you are. He holds you just a bit tighter, your little body now trapped against his own. “Nonsense, princess… you’re not a quitter, are you? C’mon… just give it one more try.”

You try two more times, slowly getting better at it, but your lungs are still not used to the smoke. By the third try, you're coughing just a tiny little bit after your hit. Your mind is a little bit fuzzy and dead set on making this work eventually.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" You look at him with a bright smile full of excitement, clearly wanting him to praise you for getting better.

He chuckles again, enjoying the way you are so determined to keep going. You are doing better each time, and after some time, you are almost able to hold it in without coughing.

He takes the joint out of your hand and takes a hit of it himself before leaning down and blowing the smoke to your lips, watching your reaction as your mind slowly begins to get a little more hazy. “See? You’re a natural, princess… you’re gonna be smokin’ like a pro in no time.”

You had a pleased smile on your face, your eyes crinkling a little, and a blush involuntarily creeps up your cheeks. You already feel more relaxed and lean yourself back against Sukuna. It feels good to just lay in his arms, somehow safe and secure.

"But still not perfect." You huff out. You are a perfectionist and would not give up until you have this down perfectly. "Let me try another!" You exclaim enthusiastically, turning around a little over your shoulder to look at him. His crimson red eyes are beautiful. You never noticed how much they stand out to his usual appearance and get lost in them for a moment before your gaze flickers down to his lips briefly.

He smiles, watching as you begin to relax. He loves the feeling of your body against his own, the way you were so comfortable and trusting with him. He could get used to this very easily.

He raises an eyebrow when you ask to try again, a smirk growing on his face when you turn around and look at him. He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up, and he couldn’t help but bite back a chuckle. It seems like the weed was affecting you…

"How about we try something to help you hold it in, huh?”

"Yes, I wanna!" He couldn't even finish his explanation on what you're going to do when you interrupt him eagerly.

He is shuffling you around like you weighed nothing at all until you are sitting next to him, pressed into his side and your legs now thrown over his lap, your arms automatically go to wrap around his bizeps. You are looking at his every move intensely and waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Letting your eyes roam his figure in the process.

His smirk grows into a smile when your excitement gets the better of you. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when you instantly jumped into the position he wanted. You looked so cute and eager, like a puppy ready for a treat. He looked at you intently before speaking, his voice low and deep as he spoke to you. “Now, all you gotta do is open your mouth, and I’ll help you take that hit nice and smoothly…”

You nod your head ‘yes’ frantically, ready for whatever comes next. Or at least you thought so...

He watches as you nod your head, the look of excitement on your face filling him with a sense of pride. You look so willing to do whatever he told you to do, and he loves that about you. He loves how you listen to him like a good girl, how you want to please him. It is so cute and adorable, and it only serves to rile him up more.

His free hand comes up and holds your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to make you look at him. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, and you comply immediately, parting your lips for him.

Sukuna takes a hit from the joint, leaning in closer and connects your lips in a slow kiss, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth and making you take it. He immediately slips his tongue between your lips, blowing the smoke towards your mouth and making sure to keep the kiss going. No coughing, no interrupting the kiss. Instead, your hand finds the back of his head, returning the kiss more eagerly.

He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling you return it with just as much enthusiasm, your hand going to the back of his head to pull him closer. He loves how eager you are. It really was too cute.

The kiss keeps going, the smoke slowly going up between you two when you exhale into his mouth. You shuffle into a new position, straddling his lap and sitting on top of him, your lips never parting.

He could feel himself getting more and more worked up the longer the kiss went on, his hands going to your hips and gripping them as you straddle his lap, sitting on top of him now. He couldn’t believe how eager you are, even making the next step on your own accord. You look so cute and adorable, all hazy and happy.

When he finally breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against yours, you are breathing heavily. Your eyes glazed over with the effects of the drug and a lazy smile spreading across your face. "Didn't cough once. I like this method." You whisper against his lips.

He chuckles and smiles against your lips when you tell him you didn’t cough once, looking into your eyes and seeing how clouded they are. You are really beginning to feel the effects now. "No, you didn’t cough at all… you did perfectly.”

You chuckle at his praise, leaning back with one arm still around his neck and the other taking the joint from him. Bringing it to your lips, taking a deep hit, and blowing the smoke straight into his face. Your eyes holding his gaze the whole time. "So… What's the next step?”

He just watches as you lean back, taking the joint from him and lifting it to your lips, taking another hit, and then blowing the smoke directly into his face. It caught him a little off guard, not gonna lie, and he couldn’t deny that it… really turned him on. Especially with the way you looked at him with that cute, hazy expression on your face.

He smirks at your question, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter and pulling you closer to him. "Next? Well... I think you deserve a little reward, don't you? All of this just made me want one thing, and I know you’re gonna enjoy it too.”

You smile at him, taking another hit and connecting your lips in another kiss again, blowing the smoke directly into his mouth. He returns the kiss hungrily, making you moan into the kiss.

The feeling of your lips against his once more, the smoke entering his system as you push it deep into his mouth, causes him to let out a low growl. He happily returns the kiss, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, taking in all the smoke you blew into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. He is craving you, wanting to feel more of you, and he wasn’t about to let this little moment go to waste.

He smirks into the kiss as he takes the joint from you, taking one final hit before putting it out in the ashtray on the nearby nightstand. In one swift movement, he flips you over onto your back, now hovering over you on the bed and staring down at you with a hungry and lustful look in his eyes. "Such a good girl, you deserve a nice, big reward, don't you?”

The one hand that isn't still holding onto the back of his neck comes up to trace along the tattoos of his jawline. Your eyes take in his appearance on top of you, the way his eyes are just a shade darker with lust, his jaw clenched because he has to hold himself back, the way his tattoos are standing out against his skin. He looks mesmerizing, and you wonder how you never noticed how handsome he really is before.

He feels the way your hand traces over the tattoos on his jaw, feeling your eyes roam over his face. He knows you could feel the way he was holding back, how much he wants you, and how badly he was trying to hold himself back from just… pouncing on you right then and there. He can see the way your eyes look at him, and it only made him even more eager to break you completely. He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. "You like what you see, princess?”

You let out a hum, confirming his statement without realizing it, and you have to actively pry your eyes from his features to look back into his eyes again. Your pupils are blown wide from the high, and your head feels cloudy. It was a strange feeling but somehow… For once… everything feels perfect.

"Sukuna?" Your voice comes out in a shaky whisper. "You will take care of me, right? Really good care, I mean? I'm not really experienced in these kinds of things, so…”

He can't help but smirk at your response, the way you don’t even realize that you are so openly admiring his appearance. You are so high already, so gone, that you aren’t even fully aware of what you are saying. He couldn’t get enough of seeing you in this state, so vulnerable and completely at his mercy. It makes him want to do all kinds of things to you… all kinds of things no one has ever done to you before.

The way you ask if he would take care of you, he loves how submissive you are right now. "Of course, princess. I’ll take good care of you, I’ll make sure you’re all nice and safe with me. I won’t be too rough, okay?”

You shake your head ‘no’, your eyebrows furrowing in dislike at the thought of him holding back for you. You don't want that. "No. Don't hold back, please. I don't want you to hold back. You- you can be rough with me. Can do to me whatever you want, Sukuna."

Your mind is clouded, and so is your judgment. You aren't a virgin anymore. You just never went past that first time in high school, and right now, you want to experience more. More with him and act like a normal reckless college girl for once. At least for tonight, you want to let yourself go, not having to think too much about life and its problems and give the power over to someone else. You already got so far. You couldn't back down now. You didn't want to back down now.

The way you shake your head ‘no’, your eyebrows furrowing in disapproval at the idea of him holding back for you, it makes him grin like the cocky bastard he is. He could tell that you are high and probably aren’t thinking straight, but he doesn’t care. He loves that you are begging him to lose control, to give in to his primal side, to take what he wants in a completely feral and rough way. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into…but he was happy to show you.

The idea of you letting him do whatever he wants with you is way too enticing, and he will definitely be taking advantage of it. He is going to make you his. "You sure, princess? You wanna be my little doll tonight?”

"Yes." It is a simple answer that doesn't need much explanation. "Just- just tell me what to do, please." Your voice a hushed whisper.

He smirks as you answer, a single yes being all he needs to know you want this. He knows that your mind is clouded and that you aren’t making the best decisions, that you are under the influence of the drugs, but he couldn’t care less. You are willingly giving yourself to him, asking him to take control, and he is going to make sure you feel it. "Take off your clothes for me, nice and slow. Okay, princess?”

He is removing himself from you, taking his place on the bed with his back against the wall. You slowly lift yourself up, standing in front of the bed and looking around the room for a second. On shaky legs, you walk to the small music box on his desk, putting on some random sultry music and turning around to him with a small smile. You take off your clothes, give him a show in the process, and dance to the music. You're giving him something you could compare to a sloppy first time strip tease, a few cute little giggles and chuckles leaving your lips as you stumble around and lose yourself in the moment, the drugs helping you to relax and take away the pressure of your life.

Sukuna smirks as you stand up from the bed and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you walk across the room, the way your legs tremble from being so high and the little smile on your face. He sits back, resting against the wall with his legs sprawled out in front of him as he watches you, seeing you completely stripping down in front of him. He loves the way you move to the music, completely lost in your own little world as you give him a private show.

He watches you move, laughing and giggling, and he is already getting more and more worked up. When you are completely naked, you walk over to him. He is offering you his hand to take, and you do without questioning while crawling back into his lap again.

When he feels your hand slide into his own, the smirk on his face is growing, and his hands immediately go to your hip, resting on your waist and holding you against him.

Once you are seated, you look into his eyes for a second before burying your head in the crook of his neck, giving him small little kisses along the skin. "Was that nice and slow enough for you? I did a good job, didn't I?" You murmur against his neck, looking for approval.

Your soft kisses along his skin are making him let out a deep breath. "Yeah, you did a good job, princess. Such an obedient little thing, you look so perfect like this, don’t you? Sitting pretty in my lap, all naked and ready for me."

If you had been in the right state of mind, you probably would have been embarrassed. Begging for approval so desperately, and it's kinda sad if you think about why you behave like this. Why you search for approval from the people around you so much and strive for perfection in everything you do. But right now, under the influence of the drug, you don't care about anything but him and his hands on your skin spreading a fire in their wake.

He could tell that you aren’t quite yourself, the good little college sunshine, finding herself all lewd and naked in the lap of someone like him. You definitely wouldn't be in this state if sober. You are so needy and submissive right now, it is nice to see how much you crave him, how much you need his validation but he doesn’t mention it, he knows you are too far gone to even register it anyways. You only care about him right now, and he loves the way his touch feels on your body. It almost makes him feel bad for taking advantage of your fucked up psychological issues, that probably led you into his arms in the first place. Almost…

"Pretty unfair, it seems, don't you think so?" You say, leaning back in his lap and tugging at his shirt, wanting it gone already. Your eyes are roaming over his body, wondering how many tattoos are hiding under that shirt of his.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you lean back and start messing with his shirt, tugging at it and making it clear you want it gone. Your eyes are still cloudy from the drug, and he could see you looking at his body. He smirks at your comment, tilting his head to look at you with a mischievous grin on his face. "Unfair, hm? What do you mean? Tell me, princess, what’s unfair?”

Nonetheless, he removes his shirt, and your breath is catching in your throat when you finally lay eyes on his bare torso. There are more tattoos than you anticipated, and judging by the lines of ink that are hiding beneath the fabric of his pants, there are even more you haven't seen yet.

It got you excited, the thought of touching him. His touch feels like heaven on your skin. Every sense of yours heightened because of the drug, and you wonder if he would feel like you when your fingers finally make contact with his bare skin.

He can feel your breath hitch as his shirt comes off, your eyes taking in the sight of his bare torso and the way all the tattoos he has on his arms and face continue down and cover a good portion of his chest and stomach. Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, and you obviously want to touch him, to feel him, and he looks at you with a knowing smirk on his face. "Go on, princess, you can touch them, you know?”

Your hand reaches out to touch him but is stopping midair. "Would it feel good for you? My touch, I mean. Would it feel as good as yours on me?" You wonder.

"Your touch feels so different on my skin, like…like electricity running through every vein. It's the drug, I know, but- Would it feel the same for you? Even though you are used to this feeling? I mean, can you even get used to this? Everything is so..." Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you throw it back with a moan in the middle of your drug-induced ramble when his hands start rubbing up and down your waist. The hand that was still in between your two bodies is now placed flat against his sternum.

He watches as your hand pauses in the air, just inches away from his body, clearly wanting to feel him. He listens to you ramble about how his touch feels on your skin. He loves how you describe it as electricity, running through every vein. He can't help but touch you, feel up the curves of your perfect body. The way your head tips back and the sound of that beautiful moan gets him going like nothing else since quite some time. You are clearly having a great time under the influence.

"Yeah, princess, I’m used to this feeling. But I can still appreciate how good it feels..." He replies in a low voice. His hands continue to slowly roam up and down your body.

After that, your hands instinctively reach out to lay themselves flat against his chest before roaming from his pecs to his shoulders and down to grasp at his bizeps, holding on for dear life. Your hips start to grind down against him, letting out a hiss at the way the fabric of his pants feels against your bare core.

He loves the way you can’t seem to keep your hands off of his body, feeling your hands move across his bare chest and down to his biceps, gripping onto them and holding on like you are scared to let go. He feels the way your hips start to grind against him, your body desperate for friction, and he can’t help but let out a deep, low growl in answer to your needy whine.

"So beautiful~. Like your tattoos so much, S'kuna." You whimper out, taking in all of his flexing muscles and tattoos again. Your eyes are half lidded and glazed over with tears from the overwhelmingly heightened feeling of everything that's happening.

He chuckles at your comment, loving how you are clearly overwhelmed by everything going on, your eyes taking in every inch of him. You are out of it, and he enjoys every second of it. "Yeah, princess?”

"What next? Need more, please~. What am I supposed to do next?" Your hands fly around his neck again, playing with the strands of his hair, and you pull him a bit closer, leaning your forehead against his, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent.

He can tell you are getting impatient, the way you keep grinding your hips against him and cling onto him, clearly wanting more, asking for more. He loves seeing you like this, so dependent, so needy, unable to think for yourself and needing him to tell you what to do next.

He brings his hands to your hips, gently grasping them tightly and keeping you from grinding against him any further as he leans his forehead against yours. He chuckles at your needy tone and places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before standing up with you in his arms.

You cling to him like a koala when he suddenly starts standing up and walks the two of you over to his desk, sitting you down on top of it. Opening the drawer and getting out a condom, holding it between his teeth while he opens his pants and leaves them discarded on the floor together with his underwear.

He could see the look in your eyes, the way they dart down to take in the sight of him, and he couldn’t help but feel smug when he saw your reaction. You gulp seeing him bare for the first time, your eyes darting down before he lifts up your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look at him and not anything else.

You look into his eyes before they quickly dart to the condom, still stuck between his teeth and up to his eyes again. You honestly don't know where you found the confidence. Maybe it was the drug, but who cares... One of your hands was slowly traveling down from his chest to his abdomen before going even lower and wrapping your small hand around the base of his cock, trying your best to please him with your hands. Your eyes are on his the whole time and you bite your lips when he lets out a groan.

He lets out a low growl as your hand creeps lower and lower, and his gaze darkens as he watches you bite down on your lip while he lets out another deep groan. "Princess, what are you-”

Your other hand snatches the condom from his mouth, ripping it open with your teeth. "Can we please move this further faster? Want to feel you all over me. Just everywhere, please."

You try to convince him with your desperate pleas and a pout on your face, wanting to feel that amazing electric tingle again when he touches your skin. You can only imagine how amazing he will feel inside of you. All over you, clouding every nerve ending in your body with his presence.

He is completely caught off guard when you snatch the condom from his mouth, ripping it open with your teeth. He is about to say something, but your desperate pleas stop him. The pout on your face and the way you plead for him to move things forward makes his mind cloud over with lust and desire for you.

"Sukuna… I'm ready. I just want to feel you, please~."

It's all he needs to hear, chuckling at your eagerness before gripping at your hips, pulling you forward to the edge of the table. His hands are going to part your legs, almost aggressively pushing them apart, before rubbing the tip of his member through your folds a few times. He takes the condom from you, his eyes not leaving the spot between your thighs.

"Yeah, princess, we can move on. You're still sure I don't need to be gentle?" When all he gets is a strangled whine of his name, he takes it as a yes and quickly puts on the condom with practiced ease before lining himself up and with a last cocky smirk, he’s pushing forward while looking at your face, wanting to gauge your every reaction.

The sensation takes your breath away, the mix of pleasure and pain makes you grip tightly at his bizeps again, and your nails dig into his skin, deep. Your vision goes black for a second from the sheer size your body desperately tries to accommodate. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, a loud lewd moan of his name leaving your lips, and your head tips forward against his chest. For a moment, you think you're able to see the gates of heaven...or was it hell? You don't know, and you definitely don't care as long as the feeling will stay.

He is taken aback by the sharp sting on his skin when you cling onto his biceps, your nails digging into his skin so deep he is sure they'll leave marks. He can feel your breath hit his chest as you lean onto him, the sound of his name from your lips like music to his ears.

He's lifting your head from his chest with a tight grip on your jaw, looking into your dilated pupils with a smug smirk. He's enjoying how overwhelmed you are. You are beautiful and he can't believe he's actually fucking the good little rich girl everyone around campus adores like a common whore on his desk. He's taking in the sight of you before he bends himself over you, resting his other hand down onto the table to support himself as he begins to move against you, his chest pressed against yours.

He's setting a relentless pace from the start, not caring to give you a minute to breathe or considering your inexperience. You feel so damn fucking tight around him, he thinks he's loosing his mind. You look way too good like this and he shouldn't enjoy this as much as he is. You're just another name on his long list of different girls, a pretty little girl for a quick fuck. But he has to admit, you're a good one.

"Fuck! Feels so good S'kuna" You are not a person to use swear words but in the past minutes of him pounding into your tight walls countless swears, pleas, moans and whines left your lips. You just can't hold back, your whole body feels like it is on fire, every touch of his setting you ablaze. Your hands cling to him desperately, your lips connecting in heated kisses again and again until one of you runs out of breath and you could feel your impending orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

"So good, princess." He mutters against your lips, returning your kisses, each one more frenzied than the last, the two of you only breaking apart when you run out of breath before he's diving back in, not getting enough of you. He can feel your body trembling against his, your desperate hands clinging to him as if you are afraid he would disappear.

He feels your orgasm building up, and he knows you are close, the way your body trembles, and your muscles tighten around him. You're holding him in a vice like grip, almost making it hard for him to move in and out. You really want him to lose his damn mind, don't you? He grips your hips, increasing his pace, pushing both of you closer and closer to the edge.

You fall apart, and he is right behind you, riding out the waves of pleasure for the both of you with shallow thrusts. Your lips are still connected in needy kisses before leaning his forehead against yours.

He watches as your body trembles and shakes, coming undone completely. He feels your lips on his, both of you too desperate to let each other go just yet, not needing to break apart to catch your breath. He drinks everything in, every little reaction of yours. The way your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow together, how your hazy eyes seem to roll back into your head behind your shut lids, your breaths stuttering in moans that he immediately swallows up in another ray of kisses, tasting you like a starved man.

But he still didn't leave you any time to catch your breath. Throwing away the condom in the trash can under his desk before lifting you off the table. He's holding you stable with one hand around your waist and quickly gets rid of all things lying on the table before bending you over it, his hand firmly pressed against your spine to keep you down. Grabbing a new condom and going right back to where you two left off.

Sukuna inserts himself in one swift motion. The stretch is still a pleasurable pain, but with how your wetness is currently dripping down your legs and after your first orgasm, he has it now way easier to bully his length inside you without much restraint.

Everything is so overwhelming. You forget to actually breathe. Your hands desperately cling to the edge of the table for stability, your legs shaking terribly. Your hips are probably bruised already from the force with which they are being pushed against the edge of the table again and again. The only thing keeping you somewhat grounded is his hand on your back.

He could see you clinging to the edge of the table, your legs shaking and trembling in an attempt to keep yourself stable. He knew your hips will most likely show those beautiful bruises in the morning from the force he was using to push your body against the edge and his strong grip during everything that had already happened and will happen tonight. He could tell you are getting overwhelmed, struggling to even remember how to breathe, and he has no plans of making it any easier for you any time soon. Drugs or not, Sukuna was always at the top of his game.

"Breathe, princess. Don't forget to breathe." He said in a low voice, his tone slightly teasing as he continued his onslaught on your poor pussy.

"I try! I really do! I'm trying but-" You cut off your own words with a hiccup, trying to get at least some air into your lungs but the way his hips move and he repeatedly hits that one perfect spot inside your gummy walls has you reeling. He's everywhere. The only things on your mind are his hands on your body and the way he moves against you.

You can feel yourself tightening up again, the pleasure building up incredibly fast and the knot in your stomach tightening painfully and needing release. One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest.

He chuckles at how easy you are, nipping at your ear before whispering in a rough voice. "Cmon, princess. I know you can do it, just a little bit more, don't pass out on me yet."

One of your hands comes up to grab at the wrist of the hand he had currently entangled in your hair. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, moans and strangled breaths, leaving your open mouth constantly, and there is a little bit of drool at the corner of your mouth.

He smirks as one of your hands comes up to grab at his wrist, your head falling back against him as you let out a steady stream of moans and breaths, which occasionally became strangled and hiccupped. He could see the little bit of drool at the corner of your mouth as you try to keep yourself from passing out and he presses a small kiss against the corner of your lips, letting his tongue dart out to lick the drool from your pretty lips before he suddenly shoves two of his fingers inside your mouth.

"Bite me, and I'll bite you back, princess." He warns in a low voice, his tone rough and just as breathless as your own.

His long and slender fingers in your mouth are making you gag, and this is all you need to be pushed over the edge. Before his sentence even registers in your lust and weed clouded brain you bite down onto his fingers, the taste of blood in your mouth makes you hum out as you come down from your high but Sukuna is not stopping and immediately you can feel yourself getting close to finishing again.

He groans as you bite down onto his fingers, the taste of blood seeping into your mouth, making you hum out in pleasure, clearly enjoying yourself and sending a wave of pleasure through him in return. Feeling the way your body trembles and convulses as you come down from your high, but he had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

Sukuna kept grinding in and out of you, hitting every spot perfectly. Your pussy a perfect fit for his long and girthy cock and he doesn't want to stop. He can't, not before he feels you come undone at least a dozen times more and so he pushes you into overstimulation, taking you over the edge again and again.

Your head falls back against the table, his hand still in your hair and pressing your cheek down against it and you think you might actually die from the way he draws out one orgasm after the other without stopping, without giving you time to breathe and recover. His other hand makes its way to your sensitive bundle of nerves, and just the simple action of pressing his thumb against it makes you convulse and cry out in another wave of pleasure. Finally, he comes after holding himself off for an almost painful amount of time, drawn over the edge with you, and a loud and guttural groan leaves his mouth right into your ear.

He gently removes his fingers from your mouth and wraps his arms around you right under your chest, pulling you close to him and whispering in your ear. "You did good, princess.”

Both your breathing is ragged, the two of you collapsing onto the desk in exhaustion and contentment, and his weight on top of you is helping you through the feeling of emptiness after he pulls out. He is pressing light kisses along your shoulder blades until you calm down. "Come on, princess, you need a hit. Nothing's better than a little something after a good fuck, huh?"

He removes himself from you completely, letting go of you and stepping back, making you collapse onto the floor with a thud as your weak and trembling legs are giving out under you while you still try to breathe.

He chuckles slightly at your current state, watching you struggle to breathe sitting on the floor. "You alright, princess?" He asks, grabbing a joint and a lighter.

He stands in front of you and looks down, his head tilted slightly and a cocky grin on his face. He lights up the joint and inhales before squatting next to you. He blows the smoke straight into your face and holds the joint into your direction, a silent invitation to take it. You take the joint with trembling hands and get a deep hit. The sensation of smoke filling your lungs is making you close your eyes for a second. Then he lifts you up, walks to the bed, and sits you down onto his lap again, wrapping his strong arms around your body and holding you close.

You take another hit, letting the smoke out slowly before taking the two fingers he had stuffed in your mouth earlier between your lips, sucking them in and swirling around them with your tongue. Tasting his blood for a second time is making you hum out again. "I'm sorry about that." You say, still kitten-licking his fingers.

He chuckles as he watches you take another hit, the smoke slowly leaving your lips and your body completely relaxed. He raises his eyebrows as you start sucking on his fingers, your tongue lapping at them and swirling around them, tasting the blood again. He lets out a low sigh when you speak, your gentle apology muffled as you continue licking his fingers. "It's alright, princess. A little bit of pain can be good sometimes.”

"You said you'd bite back." You giggle. "I'd like you to, you know? To bite back, I mean… Would be nice to take a mark with me. Something to remind me of today." Your voice gets quieter, your fingers playing around with his.

He chuckles when you bring up the fact that he said he would bite back. "Are you sure? I bite pretty hard, princess. I don't usually hold back." He says in a low, rough tone. He then notices how your voice gets quieter, your fingers playing around with his, and he could sense the vulnerability in your voice. "Where do you want me to mark you, princess? Somewhere people can see it? Somewhere only I can see it?”

Your head perks up at his sentences. "Can we do both?" You ask curiously, your eyes wide and gleaming with excitement. "Would be nice to show it off to others, I definitely want to do that, but I also want to have something for only the two of us. Something nobody knows. A secret…”

He smirks at your eager question, amused by your excitement. "Of course we can do both, princess. I like the idea of you showing off to others, and I like the idea of having something just for us even more."

He lifts your chin up, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. He runs his strong, rough hand along your soft, delicate skin, his gaze fixated on you. "The question is, where should we put these bite marks? Any specific places you have in mind, princess?”

"How about we choose one each? Would that be okay for you? I think I already know where I want to have the one I can show off to others..." You look into his eyes, just watching him as he smokes the joint.

He nods at your suggestion, finding the idea of choosing one each to be appealing. "That works for me, princess. I like the sound of that. Why don't you go first and tell me where you want your 'showing off' bite mark to be."

He takes another hit from the joint, his gaze still fixated on you as he exhales the smoke and you take his hand in yours and guide it slowly from the nape of your neck to the expanse of your collarbone. "It's visible enough to peek out under the uniform but not enough to get me in trouble with the school board." You giggle at the thought. "Although I suspect that thanks to you, I will get into trouble more often in the future, huh?”

He watches as you guide his hand to your collarbone, the placement being both visible and discreet enough. He chuckles at your question, a sly smirk appearing on his face. "Oh, princess, you can count on it. I have a feeling we're going to cause plenty of trouble together in the future." He says, his tone suggestive and playful.

You shuffle a little closer in his lap. Your core deliciously rubbing against his twitching cock in the process, making you exhale a breath. You take the joint from his hands taking a last hit before stubbing it out in the ashtray. Looking into his eyes again, your hands are sneaking around his neck, playing with his pinkish hair as you lean in and expose your neck for him.

He watches as you shuffle closer to him. The way your lower bodies rub against each other is making him respond with a new wave of desire, and a low growl escapes his lips. His gaze darkens as you expose your neck to him, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin.

He starts off slowly, the kisses on your skin light and teasing, his lips softly ghosting over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. When his teeth finally sink into your skin, you can't hold back the breathy moan from escaping your mouth. Your hands are tightening in the strands of his hair and pushing him closer, not wanting him to stop until he draws blood, just like you did, until everyone would know what you two did.

The moment his teeth sink into your skin, feeling you shiver and moan, he knows there was no turning back now. "Don't stop. Feels so good..."

You must be a masochist because the feeling of his teeth on your neck, feeling the blood trickling out of the wound just to get licked up by his tongue, made you incredibly aroused. Your hips are starting to slowly grind against him, making his hands on your hips tighten their hold, and Sukuna continues to kiss and suck and bite bruises into your beautiful smooth skin.

He could feel your body responding to his, grinding against him as he lapped at the blood on your neck. "Good girl..." He whispers, his voice low and sultry.

"Need you, Sukuna. Need you again..." Your hips are still grinding into his, and you can tell that you are not the only one getting aroused again. "Can I- Can I take control this time, please?" You had the desperate desire to feel him again, wanting to make him feel good. Make the two of you feel good, hoping that despite his obvious dominant demeanor, he would allow you to stay on top this time.

When you ask to take control this time, he can see the desperate need in your eyes, and he was powerless to deny you. "Of course you can, princess. You can have as much control as you want. Take the lead and show me what you got, hm?"

He leans back, his hands on your hips loosening their grip, giving you the reins. He looks at you expectantly, his expression somewhere between eager and curious, and you don't need to be told twice when he reaches out for a condom from the nightstand and hands it over to you.

“How many of those do you have conveniently laying around, huh?" You ask, slightly amused as you take a hold of Sukuna's cock, slowly dragging it along your wetness before rolling on the condom and keeping eye contact the whole time.

He chuckles when you take the condom from him, a smirk on his face. "Aww, are you jealous?" He teases, his voice lighthearted. "Don't worry, princess, let's just say I have enough to keep us busy for a long, long time." He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You're sinking down slowly, teasing the both of you with your slow movement and when you finally sit down on top of him, you close your eyes in bliss, feeling him even deeper inside your gut than in the other positions before.

He couldn't help but let out a low, content hiss as you slid down on him, your movements slow and deliberate. His eyes dark with desire and his hands gripping your hips tightly as he watches you take him fully, the feeling of your body clenching around him sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

You start rocking your hips slowly, gauging his every expression and finding out what would feel good for not only you but him too before falling into a steady rhythm shortly after. The two of you are lost in pleasure, and soon enough, you are consumed by one another once again. Sharing hungry kisses and hands all over each other. "So good, S'kuna. So deep...so big…”

He watches you intently, his expression one of pure lust as you rock your hips against him. He relishes every little movement you make, every sound that escapes your lips, every expression that flashes across your face. Before long, he is lost in a world of ecstasy, his hands roaming over your body, desperate to touch every inch of you, desperate to pull you closer to him. As you whisper those sweet words in his ear, he can't help but respond, his voice low and strained. "You feel so good, princess... So tight... So perfect.”

You are so lost into your own little world that neither of you notice the keys rattling in the lock. The door opens to a rather tipsy Itadori Yuji."Yo, Sukuna, you wouldn't believe what Choso told me, we went out and-." Itadori is standing in the doorway, shocked and watching the two of us shamelessly. Itadori's words die in his throat as he takes in the scene before him. You, riding Sukuna, the two of you completely consumed by each other and the high.

Sukuna looks at him with a cocky grin on his face, just raising an eyebrow. "Can't you knock, brat?”

You look over as well and hold eye contact for a moment while your hips are not stopping their movement. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to, with the way Sukuna's hands kept grabbing at your hips and helping you move. You bring your gaze back onto Sukuna and his body before demanding his attention back with a whine.

Sukuna doesn't even bother to cover you up before your desperate whine brings his focus back to you, and he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head at his younger roommate. Without taking his eyes off of you, he calls out to him. “Close the door, idiot."

As soon as Itadori closes the door behind him, Sukuna's hands on your hips stop your movement. The action makes you let out a frustrated whine. He just stares at you for a moment, his gaze flickering to the mark on your shoulder before a wicked grin spreads across your face.

He flips you over, hovering above you and giving one quick kiss to your lips before moving down the bed, putting your thighs over his shoulders with his face inches away from your private parts. "I'm not done with you yet, princess. Remember when I said I bite hard? Well, let me show you where I plan to leave our little secret.”

Without further warning, he sinks his teeth into your upper inner thigh. The pleasurable pain causes your back to arch from the bed. Instinctively you try to wriggle out of his hold but it was no use, he had you locked in place with his hands around your thighs, one splayed out over your stomach and the other gripping your hips bruisingly. Your hands grip at the strands of his hair and a loud cry leaves your mouth when you come undone from Sukuna leaving his imprint on you, surprising the both of you with just how sensitive you actually are right now.

He still holds you down firmly, not letting you get away as his teeth sink deep into your thigh, leaving behind a bite that will turn into a beautiful bruising mark. Feeling your body writhing in pleasure beneath him, he can't help but chuckle against your skin. "Did you just come from that, princess?”

Sukuna looks up at you, a satisfied grin on his face. The mark he had left on your thigh is already starting to bruise. He runs his tongue lightly over the mark, savoring the taste of your skin and making you moan out again. Only when he is satisfied, he sits back, admiring his handiwork. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, your body quivering with aftershocks, and he leans over you, his lips hovering just above yours, a self-satisfied smile on your face.

"We need to do stuff like this more often." You say with a breathless chuckle. Putting your thighs around his hips, pulling him down a bit with pleading eyes, begging for him to make you feel good again.

Sukuna just sits on his heels and takes in the view of the mark he left on your thigh. It was beautiful, deep and dark, a sure sign that you are his. Your body is trembling, and he smiles down at your words, his chest puffing up with pride. He lets out a low growl of approval, running his hands up your body again before leaning down and connecting you in a deep kiss. "Yeah, we definitely should.”

He immediately sinks back into you, rocking his hips against yours at a harsh brutal pace. His hands are everywhere, and your tongues are tangled with each other, not stopping, not even for breathing. You are both desperate, desperate to feel good, desperate to make the other one feel good, desperate to have more even though it feels like it will never be enough.

Your bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm, his hips slapping hard into the back of your thighs and your mouths and hands never staying still. Both of you are lost in a world solely made for the two of you. The air is heavy with the sounds of labored breaths, the whispers of voices, the sounds of bodies as they come together over and over. His touches are hungry and demanding, his words possessive and primal.

When he feels your body starting to tense and shiver, hinting at your impending release, he lifts your hips up, pressing your thighs close to your chest, the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure.

It didn't take long for you to fall over the edge, and he is following right behind, collapsing on top of you. The two of you are breathing heavily, and you look at him with a lazy smile, your eyes still dilated from lust and the drug. "I don't think I will ever get enough of this, honestly.”

Sukuna lays on top of you for a moment, your bodies still connected, his head resting on your shoulder and his chest rising and falling, his heart pounding against his ribcage. When he looks up at you, the smile on your face is languid, your eyes still dilated with pleasure. "Me neither, princess. I don't think I'll get enough of you either. You're too damn addictive.”

"More addictive than the substances you throw all day?" You giggle out before giving him a sly, playful look.

A smile appears on Sukuna's face at the mention of his drug use, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer, not wanting to be apart from you just yet. "Oh, no question about it. You're way more addictive than any substance I've tried so far. You're like this drug I just can't get enough of. Always wanting more, always wanting to have you close to me. I might be in trouble, princess."

A small smile is still on your face when your hands card through his hair and your eyes take in his appearance once again. He is so fucking beautiful. His pink hair is all sweaty and messy, his crimson red eyes dark and dilated from lust, his lips kiss bitten and just as swollen as your own and the black ink stands in contrast to his fair skin.

As you rake your fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation before opening them again and meeting your gaze. There's a look in his eyes that's both intense and soft, a combination that he never showed before, to nobody and something that only you seem to bring out in him.

You just lay in each other's arms in silence for a few minutes. Calming not only your bodies down but also your minds and relishing in the presence of the other as you're replaying the memories of the day.

"I'm kinda hungry... like really, really hungry..." You tell him in a quiet whisper, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence more than necessary while still combing through his hair while he leaves small kisses against your shoulder and collarbone.

When your breaths return to a normal pace and your minds slowly come back to reality, you trace lazy patterns on his skin. Sukuna can't believe he actually feels content and somewhat satisfied and…happy? There is no way he would get attached to you, to this. Whatever this is.

As you whisper about being hungry, he can't help but chuckle, his eyes looking down at you. "Of course you're hungry, princess. It's normal to get a little hungry after vigorous activity. What do you wanna eat?”

He sits up on the bed, and you let out a whine at the loss of contact, immediately regretting saying something. He leans over you to reach the nightstand, getting his phone and lighting a cigarette, rolling onto his back beside you in the pillows before holding one of his arms open for you.

You instantly smile brightly and shuffle into his arms again, pressing yourself into him from the side, and he securely wraps an arm around you, enjoying this feeling of having you tucked close to him. "Oh, there is this amazing local diner. They have everything! Pizza, pasta, burgers, and the spare ribs are to die for! We could-" You start talking loudly and all excited about the food before interrupting yourself when you look up at Sukuna and he just stares back with an amused smile, his hands lazily stroking up and down your bare skin.

"I started rambling again, didn't I?" You ask with an embarrassed chuckle, blushing slightly.

"You definitely did, princess," He answers with a chuckle of his own. "It's cute, though. You get really excited when you talk about food.”

"Yeah, that's because this place is really good! You've never been there?" You still start to ramble on and on about how you discovered the restaurant first and tell him a few fun stories you had with your friends at the diner, wether he wants to hear them or not. In the meantime, you two take a look at the menu and place your order for delivery before comfortable silence falls over you. The only sound is the quiet hum of the air conditioning.

"Sukuna, can I ask you something?" Your voice is timid but serious, a hint of curiosity behind your words.

He immediately turns to look at you, his attention fully on you now as he takes a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. "Course you can, ask me anything, princess.”

For a moment, you carefully think over your choice of words, not wanting to make him angry because this question would invade his personal space too much. "Why do you take drugs? I mean, I kinda get the appeal right now..." You chuckle at the thought of yourself being so much against anything that would break a rule just a few hours ago and now you lay in the arms of the college bad boy and are high like a kite.

He can't help but chuckle at the irony of it all. Just a few hours ago, you were so against any form of rule-breaking, and now you're here. The college sweetheart, lying in Sukana Ryomen’s arms, completely wasted and asking about drugs.

You are a little more serious again when investigating further into Sukuna's private life. "But what got you into it? Was it just curiosity, or did something happen or... I mean, how does one find out about all this stuff?"

He listens carefully as you ask your question, his expression impassive but his mind thinking about how he should respond. It's a personal question, something he doesn’t usually get asked by anyone, let alone some girl he hooked up with. But somehow, he doesn’t mind answering you.

"It started out of curiosity. Most of my friends already started smoking weed and drinking at parties, so I tried it out. Soon, I got introduced to more...hard stuff. It was easy to get, and honestly? It took all my worries and stresses away. It made me feel something, pushing away the usual numbness."

"Yeah... I guess I know what you mean..." Your eyes are distant, and your eyebrows furrow as if in deep thought. Memories you keep hidden deep inside of you bubbling to the surface and emotions that are pushed so far back, that you yourself even forgot about them for a moment.

Sukuna can tell that there are memories and emotions buried deep inside, locked away in a place you hardly dare to visit, brought forward in your drug induced state. He just continues to stroke your back, silently telling you it's okay to go on.

“Growing up as a rich girl is not as easy as one might think..." You mumble.

When you speak again, your voice quiet and strained, he can feel the weight behind your words. Your words hang in the air between you two, and he knows there's more to that sentence than you're saying.

You let out a deep exhale and look at him with a small smile. "The next time you need a stress relief, feel free to call me over, okay?"

Your voice is soft, and the vulnerability from a moment ago is gone. The fact that the both of you almost opened up to one another about deep emotional trauma still lingering heavy in the air even though neither of you wanted to admit it. Whatever this thing between you is, it's better if you don't get too personal.

He can tell you're intentionally steering away from the conversation you are having, trying to lighten the mood and keep things casual. Dancing around the edges of each other's emotional walls, with neither of you wanting to get too personal or vulnerable with each other. It's easier that way to keep things nice and uncomplicated.

"Are you telling me that if I ever need to release some stress, you're willing to take one for the team, princess?”

You let out a bright laugh, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "The whole team might be a bit much, don't you think? I've seen the guys you hang out with, and I don't think that would work well with my body. Like I could actually die, I think." The image of your small innocent self with Sukuna's drugged cocky friends plays around in your mind. Yeah... that wouldn't end well.

Your laugh is like music to his ears, the sound filling the room and making his heart skip a beat. Your playful response about the team made him laugh as well. The image of you with his rowdy friends causes a mix of emotions to stir within him - both a bit of jealousy and protectiveness.

Your hands come up to cup his face, squishing his cheeks lightly, your eyes sparkling with amusement and a small hint of affection that you aren't even aware of. "But for you, Ryomen Sukuna, I might make an exception.”

When your hands cup his face, the light squeezes, and the affectionate look in your eyes makes his chest feel tight. But of course, he plays it cool, as always, a smirk appearing on his face as he leans in closer to you.

"Damn right, you will!" He growls while tackling you down playfully into the sheets, his head buried in your neck and leaving small little kisses that would soon develop into another exhausting round of you being bent like a pretzel underneath him.

You spent the rest of the night together. Eating when the food arrives, talking about random stuff, watching a movie, and just getting down from the high.

You could feel the effects of the weed slowly subsiding, and you are surprised that you are still content with being around him. You would have thought the moment your head cleared, you would panic. But you didn't. On the contrary even, you rather enjoy his company.

In the morning, he sent you home with a kiss on your lips and a promise to call again, a subtle promise that there will be a next time.

[valetoria]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎‎

listen to his voiceee. ⋆ cunt devouring. ⋆ massive size kink. ⋆ prone bone. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ anal princess. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ pretty & shy girl blowjob. ⋆ pounding you in missionary.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

beneath the table. ⋆ cockwarming while he plays games. ⋆ squeaky girlfriend. ⋆ what a distraction. ⋆ pussy eating. ⋆ clit licking. ⋆ rubbing you off. ⋆ plap plap plap ! ⋆ tit worshipper.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

slow teasing. ⋆ soft choking. ⋆ ass groping. ⋆ kissing in lingerie. ⋆ somnophilia. ⋆ the vids he sends you at work. ⋆ warm & entwined. ⋆ gentle fingering. ⋆ rubbing your pussy for you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

slutty waist. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ love hate sex with your ex. ⋆ let me show you a trick. ⋆ ass eating. ⋆ hard pounding. ⋆ bathroom floor. ⋆ balancing on the wall. ⋆ rubbing you. ⋆ sideways.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

dumbification. ⋆ backshots in a maid dress. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ spread your legs & let him do his job. ⋆ taking it so well. ⋆ kinky shit p2. ⋆ tied & edged. ⋆ fucking in the backseat of his car.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

schoolgirl fit (kunas ver.). ⋆ kidnapped. ⋆ personal use. ⋆ position goes crazy. ⋆ punishment in cuffs. ⋆ folded & munching your cunt. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ full nelson.

[tsukuhoe]

VIRGIN!JJK FIC RECS

something about virginity loss fics makes me sooo wet... req by anon ^^ adding onto the list whenever i find more <3 mdni, nsfw content!

gojo digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby - blkkizzat strongest sorcerer virgin - megumiluv virgin and unexperienced bf!gojo - fatal fairies number one sorcerer (and virgin) - inmaki nerds do it better - sugugasm virginity loss & riding - creamflix inculpatus - jaegerbby teach me how to pleasure my future wife (you) - fvsm4x

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nanami she said it's her first time - classyrbf sins of the flesh - semisgroupie perfect lover: the life of nanami kento the 35 year old virgin (series) - kanekisfavouritegf

yuuji oh my god, pretty - lokissweater virgin!yuji x virgin!reader - nana-au bff & virgin!yuji - nana-au yuji x f!reader - ickyuji

megumi best friend megumi fushiguro - onismdaydream megumi's birthday - mommypeick first time having sex is awkward - wild-jackaloupe how to fuck 101 - chosok-amo i think i'm ready - romantichomocide95 first time - megvmijx

yuta that boy is mine! i can't wait to try him! - rosesaints gummy bear - loveanddeepdick right here - love-jelly smile, you're on camera - seraphdreams

choso virgin!choso - teasingchoso choso kamo x f!reader - jaegerdilf mind body and soul - admirxation cherry blossoms ( 1 2 3 4 5 ) - sellenite cherry smoke clouds - kleftiko he's such a (hot) looser - classyrbf emo boy - krys4h

toji sins of the flesh - semisgroupie

taboo crush - spideyyeet best friend's dad - nanaslut

sukuna virgin!sukuna - screampied

etc jjk!boys x virgin!fem reader v!rgin killa - screampied asking the jjk characters to take your virginity - nanaslut cherry popper - satorusugurugirl

[shimisstuff]

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[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[ridingthatd]

your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

[tojisdove]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).

adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you

he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

finally getting pounded like his darling deserves

"would you take it all?"

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.

"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

"ever so pretty when I leave you red"

gotta definitely brag about his new watch

ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33

another one just bc my size kink is going crazy

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.

always gonna make you work for it

he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

better keep that arch deep for him

"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.

eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3

pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind

will ask to worship you every single morning

maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think

his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue

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[kashverse]

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like everyone runs the second they see sukuna—because what would you do if a 6’4” pink-haired, red-eyed menace started powerwalking toward you like a GTA NPC with maxed-out aggression settings? you tried to flirt? bold of you to assume you’ll live to tell the tale. that’s not even a fight, that’s a one-sided curb stomp at 1000 km/h.

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like gojo picked the outfit, hyped you up in the mirror, and dramatically twirled you around like he was styling a runway model. people whispering, “your boyfriend must be so proud of you dressing like this” have no idea. he’s not just proud. he’s smug. he’s grinning like the cheshire cat. he’s reminding everyone that this outfit? it was purchased with his black card. he might as well get a tattoo on his forehead that says “i love my partner.”

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like nanami doesn’t even take you to places where people might get ideas. he’s preemptively removing himself from all potential nonsense. but in the rare event that some old-money finance bro decides he’s all that, nanami doesn’t waste words. no yelling, no drama—just a discreet nod to the staff, and suddenly, mr. stocks-and-bonds is being escorted out so efficiently you’d think nanami owns the whole damn place. (he does not. but he does know the owner. personally. and that’s enough.)

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? yeah. toji is currently fighting them. no hesitation. someone made eye contact for 0.2 seconds with you across the bar? boom, it’s a street fight. you barely brushed against someone in the crowd? suddenly, they’ve got a black eye. no one even knows what started it—just that toji is laughing, you’re holding his drink, and there’s a very real possibility someone’s going home in an ambulance. your boyfriend can fight? yeah. but at this point, he should probably be arrested.

[adiadagaki]

smitten!sukuna won’t admit he is absolutely enthralled by you, but he sure as hell knows how to show it. You want a vacation? First class flights and a five star hotel are booked. You like that diamond necklace? It’s in a box waiting for you when you get home. You want to spend some time with him? He can destroy that village another week

smitten!sukuna can’t function without you by his side, he always requires your presence no matter where he is or what he is doing, and vise versa. An hour without you is an eternity he would never live through

smitten!sukuna who has already arranged your wedding (something you are ignorant to) and is just waiting for the day you agree to be his bride (he has asked you 50+ times already)

“Come on princess, know you want to be my wife.” Circling your clit with the mouth on his stomach, he pulled out to the tip, his cock throbbing in protest

With tear stained cheeks, you shook your head. “Ryomen… it’s only been six months.” Six weeks. Six months. Six years. What difference did it make? You were his until the universe ceased to exist, in his eyes you may as well just skip a step or two.

But deep down, you already knew your answer, you were just waiting to exploit him a little before you gave into what you both wanted. What was the fun in having a big, burly king at your whim if you couldn’t play him as you pleased?

smitten!sukuna who kills anyone that dare question you in any capacity. You were a Goddess and should be treated as such.

smitten!sukuna had to close his eyes if you ever asked for something he didn’t want to give you. Like a pet. Sukuna hated the idea of sharing you with any one or thing, a furry nuisance included. But he could never say no while looking into those pretty eyes of yours.

smitten!sukuna hosts balls in your honour, flaunting off the pretty little thing he had managed to make all his.

smitten!sukuna who lets you peg him because you asked ever so sweetly.

“But Ryo.” You whined.

That damned nickname softened his will to something weaker than jelly.

“Princess.” He warned, not amused in the interest you had taken in dominating him. Sitting back, you crossed your arms and turned your chin up at him. “No pegging. No marriage.”

His mind had never changed so quickly.

Part 2 Part 3

[paranoiddreams]

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

[missyonmission]

NSFW - no minors - smut with plot - Part 1

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

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

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

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unlucky you…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, finally, he kisses you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mine..." He whispers possessively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[valetoria]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

plap plap plap. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ penetration + fingering. ⋆ demolishing your pussy. ⋆ exhibitionism. ⋆ pounding you from the back. ⋆ breath play. ⋆ you’re so easy to break. ⋆ riding him.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

jerking him off while making out. ⋆ choso being affectionate. ⋆ working your hand on him. ⋆ polite roughhousing. ⋆ worshiping you. ⋆ gameplay. ⋆ overstimulation. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ bdsm.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. ⋆ thrusting inside his cute girl. ⋆ sitting on his lap. ⋆ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. ⋆ touching you. ⋆ what a pretty sight. ⋆ riding him.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

his way of taking care of you. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ rubbing your clit. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ gojo coded. ⋆ folded missionary. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ semi-public. ⋆ spooning you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

ghostface leaving you brainfucked. ⋆ cnc w ghostface. ⋆ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. ⋆ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. ⋆ fucking you too good. ⋆ bath sex.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

nasty backshots. ⋆ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. ⋆ taped up cunt. ⋆ bdsm. ⋆ hes so mean when fucking you. ⋆ headlock. ⋆ at his service. ⋆ manhandling. ⋆ pounding you from below.

[candy69gurl]

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MDI

◈ SATORU GOJO

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^-^

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 0~0

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 <3

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 o-o

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 'v'

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 °v°

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘺 <3

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

◈ NANAMI KENTO

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 >-<

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 *~*

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 ~v~

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘨𝘨 O-O

⋆ 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 -V-

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 '-'

◈ GETO SUGURU

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘺 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 >~<

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^o^

⋆ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 *v*

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 u-u

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 u~u

⋆ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 ~o~

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 "v"

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪 o~o

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 ＞~＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O~O

⋆ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 2 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 ~w~

⋆ 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ^-^

◈ SHIU KONG

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-o

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '~'

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 ~o~

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~v~

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 <3

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 ^o^

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 *V*

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v-v

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 ~v~

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 vov

◈ CHOSO KAMO

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 ^0^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 v0v

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^~^

⋆ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 owo

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v~v

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 >-<

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 /v\

⋆ 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 -o-

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 <3

⋆ 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 •o•

part 2

[deathofacupid]

sukuna who hates nicknames. he thinks they're dumb, and doesn't want anyone shortening his name. and why would they? it would be nothing more than dulling his glory, and that was treacherous.

but, on everything that was holy, he hated when you called him 'sukuna'. just couldn't handle it, what a baby, huh? it just felt too informal, like you were just some person.

which you weren't. you were everything to him, the only measly human he'd ever allow in his presence. so, yeah, you got privileges.

"sukuna?" you'd ask, sometimes, wanting his attention. maybe you wanted him to look at this cute pair of boots you found, or a funny cat video.

he would ignore you.

you'd try again, "sukuna?" you think he hasn't heard you, but you can see his eyebrow twitch. "su- oh, my god. 'kuna. ryo. baby. darling. my precious."

and then, he'd look up. "yes, petal?"

"you're such a baby, you know that?"

"do you dare insult me?"

"yes," you deadpan. "now come over here, you big baby."

"tch. manners."

"please, come over here, you big baby."

doesn't matter, he would have succumbed to you, one way or another. he's weak for you like that.

[flowafairy]

⭑⭑ sukuna x reader — fem reader, short reader implied, modern au, fluff.

yapper!gf x ‘idgaf’ sukuna who acts like he’s absolutely done with you whenever you’re going on and on about the mundane things in your life, not admitting that he finds it a little cute at the fact that you just can’t seem to shut your pretty mouth up.

“uh huh.” he leans his cheek against his knuckles, looking fairly uninterested as you ramble about how ‘discriminating’ it is that the local store always keeps the ramen packets on the top shelf, and his daring audacity to not be there to get it for you. ( asking for help is so embarrassing! )

“are you even listening?” a pout embraces your features, an inner feeling deep in your chest telling you you’ve been talking to a wall this entire time. sukuna’s lips only curve upwards. “what, are you doubting me?”

“what if i am?” you retort. it’s not like you would blame him for not listening, you talk. a lot…. okay, maybe a petty part of you can blame him.

“first you were complaining about me ‘not loving you enough’. then complaining about the dull decorations in my home, now ramen—is this a dumb pattern, woman?”

you feel your cheeks heating up with every syllable escaping his mouth. yeah you complained, but that much? someone needs to get you an oscar, or whatever.

“oh my god you..” your eyelashes flutter. “you listen to everything i say?”

“what- no, i was just.. shut up woman.”

a sly smirk etches onto your face. “that’s so cute, you love me so much huh?” you poke teasingly, smirk only deepening at the way his face engulfs into a scowl. “i will no longer listen to your stupid ramblings.”

rest assured, he still made sure to react to all 27 voice messages you sent him.

[theorphicangel]

clingy bf!sukuna...who swears that he is anything but clingy until he meets you.

clingy to the point where he follows you to the bathroom, keeping you company whilst you take a bath or a shower.

'Sukuna get out.'

'No I gotta piss.'

'You said that fifteen minutes ago and you're still here.'

'Gotta make sure you don't drown or something, you would do some stupid shit like that.'

'Gee thanks.'

also bf!sukuna being clingy to the point where he hangs around the kitchen whilst you cook or clean, following you around just to piss you off.

sukuna being clingy to the point where if you even move an inch off the couch whilst watching a movie, he immediately pauses the screen and asks you where you're going

'to get the popcorn obviously'

'oh.'

but the most clingy version of sukuna is when you wake up early in the morning and attempt to get ready for work.

keyword: attempt

it's like fighting a whole big cat similar to ones that you see in the zoo, sukuna's warm body trapping you in place underneath the sheets.

'i'm not doing this again with you sukuna...'

'mhmmmm.'

'i'm serious' you pinch his tattooed skin yet there's no reaction.

'm' serious too babe.' he groans. His eyes are closed with his pink locks messily arranged. His two hands wrap around your waist with nothing but security. 'you're not leaving.'

'I have a job, a commitment.'

'Is our marriage not a commitment?'

'we're not married 'kuna.'

There's a pause and for a second you think that Sukuna has fallen back to sleep.

'yet.'

'what did you just say?!'