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xlilycoco · 3 months ago

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back to friends pairing: gojo x f!reader x sukuna

content: mdni, angst, light smut, au where Sukuna is a sorcerer and Geto never defected, reader is also a sorcerer, emotional hurt, no comfort, heartbreak, ghosting, breakups (sorta), jealousy, yearning, pining

you hadn't spoken to your boyfriend in eight weeks.

he was busy. you were busy. curses and missions and meetings and a million other items shoved into your plate the few seconds you had any spare time.

he'd send texts. videos. pictures of him out with the students or in some city four hours away.

or maybe you'd catch a glimpse of him through a window, but by the time you walked outside, he'd be gone again.

you wondered if that's what this was.

another apparition.

watching him from across the party, a last-minute thing Shoko put together and convinced you to come to, studying the lines of his face while Suguru murmured something to him.

but then he laughed, loud and obnoxious and exactly the same as the one you fell for back in school, when he'd scribble on your papers and carry your books for you. and you knew it was real.

breath hitching, heart stopping, palms sweaty, trying to think of the words to say to someone whose bed you already slept in, but nothing felt sufficient.

he noticed you - but you guessed he probably had known the whole time you were there, and he pulled up his blindfold just enough to wink at you, a sleazy smirk on his face while he waved.

he didn't come over though.

you doubted it was because he didn't have the words, no he always had too many of those. just hadn't saved any for you tonight.

not being his first priority was something you accepted as natural. nothing to be offended by. just how the world worked.

but for the first time?

you realized maybe you weren't on his list of priorities at all.

you didn't break up with him.

but you were starting to think you'd never been dating to begin with.

that you hit your head or misread the signs or was just the kind of idiot to believe a man when he said he was in love with you.

your relationship withered without you watering it. only texting about missions. only about students.

no more good morning. no more wish you were here.

no more of the need he came with, the hunger and starvation that had settled into your heart and demanded to be fed.

it died a quiet death. with only you to mourn it.

a month passed. then two.

you saw him again standing outside your favorite bakery, paper bag in hand. exchanged a few short sentences where you pretended his casual smile didn't fucking sting before you made up a story about picking up something for Nanami and shutting down his attempts to come with you.

he tried calling you that night.

you wondered what he thought when you didn't pick up. if he'd just find someone new to warm his bed. the kind of girl who wouldn't mind when he wouldn't be there in the morning.

behind the blindfold, Satoru sized you up from across the meeting, reclining so far back in his seat you sorta hope the chair legs snap while Yaga passed on messages from the higher ups.

you pretended not to notice him.

the meeting was about him, well mostly. hinting at clan politics and heirs and arranged marriages.

none of it had anything to do with you anymore.

his foot nudged yours under the table, trying to catch your attention, but you'd perfected the art of acting like he didn't exist.

next to you, Sukuna leaned down, whispering something filthy and flirty in your ear that you used to ignore, and maybe it was because Satoru was sitting in the same room as you for the first time in weeks, but you giggled when you glanced up at his pink-haired rival. let your hand graze against his on top of the table.

actually able to touch him without being met by distance and detachment.

the energy in the room shifted, but for once in his life, Satoru kept his mouth shut.

you fucked Sukuna a few days later.

let him buy you drinks and take you back to his place. bend you over and split you open in all those nasty positions Satoru liked. let him leave hickies in obvious places and spill his cum over your stomach. let him pin you against the shower wall after he washed it off and fuck you again.

moaned his name instead of the one in your mind.

cheek squished on his warm chest while he played with the ends of your hair, murmuring something about another round like you wouldn't be wearing the proof of the last three for weeks.

tried to convince yourself you didn't care if Satoru was doing the same to another girl somewhere.

the image of him wouldn't leave though, folding her in half and whining about how fucking tight she was or some stupid shit like that. babbling that she was so much better than you.

your heart was an open wound you couldn't stitch up.

because maybe if you were better, smarter or prettier or funnier, wouldn't he have tried harder to keep you?

a/n: just a little angsty drabble lol kinda hate it >.< was debating over making a full one shot but idkkk

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#jjk fic #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader

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xlilycoco · 3 months ago

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Smut, MDNI

Definitely not procrastinating on all of the things I need to do.

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You never really expected Suguru to be a virgin.

Sure, all hot people start off as virgins. But Suguru? With his suave, honeyed voice and bedroom eyes, with the way he always took his time touching you, slow and full of practice, you figured he’d had years of experience. That maybe he’d been deflowered a long time ago by some lucky person who got to see him like this.

Because nothing would have prepared you for the way he looked now.

Flat on his back, Suguru looked nothing short of ruin. His luminous hair, loose, spilling around him in dark, inky waves that fanned across the pillow like a silken veil. A deep flush painted his chest, spreading in pink-colored hues across his sweat-kissed skin, up his throat, and over those sharp cheekbones. Pretty violet eyes, already half-lidded and glassy as you began lining up the velvety tip of his cock to your entrance.

Sinking down on him, the thick, aching tip of his cock finally breached your slick heat, his entire body shuddered.

His back arched ever so slightly off the silk sheets, jaw going slack as a sharp gasp tore from his throat. His strong hands, already clutching at your hips, twitched - thumbs pressing into the soft curve of your flesh. Every muscle in his abdomen tensed beneath your palms, hard and trembling.

“Fuck,” he choked out in a single breathe, voice already shaking, barely audible over the soft, wet sound of you sinking down further, inch by slow, thick inch. “You’re… ngh - god, you’re so - ”

His words dissolved into a strangled moan when you took more of him, when your cunt fluttered and clamped down around the sinful stretch that burned before dissolving into pleasure. His calloused hands slid instinctively up your sides, fat fingertips gliding along your waist, worshipping. As you gently rolled your hips to meet his pathetic, small thrusts. He was trying to be such a gentleman. To let you take control. To not push you past your limits as you were pushing his.

Oh, how his pretty violet eyes fluttered shut, those dark, thin brows furrowing as if the pleasure physically hurt. His thighs twitched beneath you. You could feel him trying not to buck, trying so desperately to let you move at your own pace, but his control was fraying with every passing second.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he whispered, but even that came out cracked, as if the act of speaking pulled too much from him. “Princess - fuck, slow, please - ”

Suguru was barely holding on for dear life. Pretty mouth parted in a soft, needy moan when your hips finally met his, bottoming out with a snug, pulsing tightness that made both of you tremble. His head tipped back, throat bared, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers gripped you harder, leaving small indents that were sure to bruise in the morning. Bruises that will be kissed with apologies.

And when you clenched around him once again. Another gasp, a sharp buck of his hips, his thick thighs flexing under you like he couldn’t stop himself. One hand shot up to cradle the back of your neck, drawing you down with shaky urgency. His breath hitched against your lips.

“Need to kiss you,” he begged, softer now, more vulnerable. “Please, princess - lemme kiss you - ”

You melted into him, and he kissed you like a man starved. His mouth moved with yours, tongue greedy and swirling, leaving both your minds a little fuzzy. Only parting to gaze into each other's eyes, only for him to feel all of you before slowly moving up to kiss your lips again. Each thrust of his hips now was messy, shallow, entirely overwhelmed, and every time you moaned into him, every time you whispered his name, his body responded with helpless desperation.

Suguru didn’t look composed or even close to controlled.

In fact for the first time in his life looked utterly ruined.

And you had never seen anything so beautiful.

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#jjk fic #geto x reader

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xlilycoco · 4 months ago

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He has tried everything. And I mean everything.

He went to Western doctors, traditional ones in Japan and China—just in case. He took medications. He even tried that silly sex position someone swore worked. He prayed. He burned that weird insect. He changed the perfume he uses. He wears charms. He’s even start reading astrology for fuck sake.

All because of one thing.

Sukuna wanted a kid.

No—that’s not right. Because he already had four of them.

What he wanted was a precious little girl. A daughter.

But just trying for a girl had given him four boys. Those little demons, as he calls them. If he could, he’d put them back and try again—just for a girl.

And now… he’s exhausted your patience too.

You wanted a cute little girl too. And he promised he’d give you one. But after four boys? You’re done. Maybe the gods just don’t think you’re worthy of a daughter—and you’ve accepted that. As long as the ones you do are healthy and thriving, that’s enough for you.

But not for Sukuna.

He hasn’t accepted it nor has he hasn’t moved on. Nope.

It was the usual morning—loud, messy, and full of screams from every direction. It was the weekend, and all of you were eating breakfast together outside in the backyard.

Somehow, in all the chaos, Sukuna had managed to circle back to his current obsession: Convincing you to have another baby.

He had truly lost it. Sukuna, the King of Everything, had never been denied a single thing—not money, not power, not control. But this? This was his breaking point.

Why he couldn't have a girl was beyond him. He’d even started asking his friends about how they ended up with daughters. The position. The atmosphere. The timing. For “study purposes,” of course.

You were sipping your tea, pretending not to hear him mumbling his latest “research” under his breath.

Then suddenly, Sukuna turned to the kids, eyes sparkling with mischief and fake innocence.

“Soooo… kids,” he drawled, “do you want a baby sister?”

The boys were too busy stuffing their faces with pancakes or pouring syrup on each other’s heads to answer. Total chaos. Syrup flying. Someone's fork hit the floor. One of them was giggling under the table.

They were, without a doubt, his kids.

You shot Sukuna a look—one that clearly said, shut up and let me enjoy this peaceful morning while I defrost in the sun.

But did he listen? Of course not. Because in his mind, his nonexistent future daughter was more important than your peace.

The kids all cheered and came running to him, syrupy hands and all. One of them even climbed onto the table like a wild animal. You had long since given up on trying to make them act like normal, civilized children.

“Yes, Papa! But where is she?” one asked, big eyes blinking up at him.

“All my friends already have sisters!” another added dramatically, crossing his arms.

“But Mama, how do you even have a baby?”

And then—because of course—

“Can I fight her if she comes?”

That was the question all four of them decided to ask, in unison.

You blinked at the four boys surrounding Sukuna like tiny disciples around their dramatic, overly-determined cult leader. He looked so pleased with himself. Like their unhinged support was proof that he was right and you were just being “difficult.”

Sukuna crouched down, ruffling their already wild hair, syrup sticking to his fingers like the consequences of his own actions.

“Well,” he said, voice smug, “a baby appears when your mama and I—”

“Don’t you dare.” Your voice was calm, but he froze mid-sentence.

The boys stared between you and their father with wide eyes, clearly dying for the forbidden knowledge.

Sukuna cleared his throat and sat back, completely unfazed. “—when we wish very, very hard and Mama stops being mean to me.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they almost fell out of your head.

“Why don’t you carry the baby this time, then?” you asked casually, sipping your tea. “Since you’re the one so desperate.”

He gave you a mock-wounded look. “I would! Gladly! If I could. I'd already be nine months in, glowing, and demanding pickles.”

One of the boys gasped. “Papa, you want pickles?! I can get you some!”

Another nodded seriously. “I’ll carry the baby, Papa. I’m strong.”

“Me too!” “Can I still fight her?”

You stared at them. All of them. Including your overgrown man-child of a husband.

Sukuna was holding back laughter now, hand on his chest like your pain was his personal comedy show.

You sighed and got up to get more tea, muttering as you walked away, “Gods give me strength.”

After that eventful morning, you let the kids run wild in the backyard. The butlers and staff kept a close eye on them while you escaped upstairs for a much-needed shower.

But, of course, Sukuna was hot on your heels.

Still stuck in presentation mode. Still trying to convince you.

“—So it’s not like we’ll ever run out of money, you know,” he was saying as he followed you into the room. “Besides, you were the one begging me for a girl.”

“Yeah. I did.” You raised a brow, stepping out of your slippers. “That was three kids ago.”

He didn’t even flinch. Unbothered. Determined. You rolled your eyes so hard they could’ve flown across the room. Before you could get another word in, Sukuna gently pushed you to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of you.

Kneeling. Begging.

If anyone saw him like this, they would assume he had a twin. Or was cloned. One of those is already true. But when it’s just the two of you, behind closed doors, he becomes someone else entirely.

Softer. Quieter. Still dramatic as hell—but in a way only you ever get to see. He rested his head on your thigh, red eyes looking up at you with an almost childish pout. “You don’t want to try… just one more time?”

You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair, brushing back the soft pink strands. “We said that last time. And the time before that.”

“And look how amazing they turned out,” he smirked. “They climb furniture like me, they fight like little gremlins—you love it.”

You stared down at him, and for a moment, you almost—almost—felt your resolve crack.

Almost.

“Sukuna, did you forget what happened last time I got pregnant?” Your voice was soft, but steady. “I almost died.”

He didn’t answer right away. Because no—he hadn’t forgotten. Not for a second. You knew he hadn’t. You’d woken up more than once to him holding you too tightly in his sleep. You’d heard the way he whispered apologies into your skin when he thought you were unconscious.

He still had nightmares. You’d comforted him through every one. Sukuna closed his eyes now, like maybe if he shut them hard enough, the memories would blur. But they never did.

You reached out, brushing your fingers along his jaw, grounding both him and yourself.

“I would love to have a girl too, Sukuna,” you said, voice gentler now. “More than anything. But it’ll be hard. And the probability…” you gave a small, tired smile, “…isn’t looking good.”

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his.

“It’s four for four, babe. What if I get pregnant again and it’s another boy?”

He exhaled slowly, eyes still closed. Then, in a voice that was more boy than monster:

“…Then I guess I’ll just have to love my fifth little demon too.”

You pulled back, blinking at him.

“You really want a girl that bad?” Your voice was quieter now.

The two of you sat on the bedroom floor, backs against the edge of the bed, legs tangled lazily beneath you. Of course the conversation had landed here. It always did.

Discussions about babies—especially this baby—never happened where they were supposed to. Not in the quiet comfort of your bed, not during a calm dinner.

No.

They happened in random, chaotic places.

A club bathroom where he cornered you between mirrors, saying, “Babe, just think about it—she’ll be so pretty, just like you.” His company’s dark warehouse during a storm. In the car after dinner date. Behind a curtain at a family gathering where his hand was on your stomach and he whispered, “One more. Just one.”

And now here, on the floor of your bedroom, where it was quiet but heavy. Sukuna ran a hand through his hair, letting his head fall back against the bed frame with a soft thunk.

“I do,” he said honestly. “I really do.” He turned to look at you, eyes soft and so full of hope it made your chest ache.

“And you think you’ll get it this time?” you asked, raising a brow.

He nodded, dead serious. “Yes.”

You stared at him for a long second. “…Okay then.” His eyes widened just a little.

“But listen to me very carefully, Sukuna.” You shifted to sit on your knees, leaning in like you were about to tell him a state secret.

“This is the last time.” He opened his mouth—probably to make some dramatic, flirty comment— But you cut him off, finger poking into his chest like a dagger.

“After this, you can carry the sky itself on your damn back and I wouldn’t care.”

He blinked. “Wait—what does—”

“You,” you said, voice calm, “are getting a vasectomy.”

“…A what—”

“And you’re letting your non-existent daughter go.” Your words were slow and final, like a judge delivering a sentence.

“Do you hear me?”

He was silent for a second. Then—

“…But what if we try just one more ti—”

“Sukuna Ryomen,” you warned, reaching for the nearest pillow like it was a weapon. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He lifted his hands in surrender, laughing—giggling, really. That deep, boyish sound that only you ever got to hear.

“Okay, okay,” he grinned. “One more. Just one more try. For our maybe-daughter. And then I’ll let go. I swear.”

Sukuna pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly, like he could keep you safe from any past hurts with just his arms.

“What happened last time won’t happen,” he murmured into your hair. “That was my fault, Y/N. Trust me. Yeah?”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else.

“Of course I trust you,” you whispered, lifting your head to tease his cheek tattoo with your finger. It was a gentle touch, the ink almost as permanent as the way you felt about him.

He leaned in to kiss you, slow and tender—when suddenly—

“MOM, THEY’RE FIGHTING AGAIN!!”

You froze, eyes wide as you both pulled apart, the tender moment instantly broken. You knew exactly who they were.

Your second and third sons—Choso and Yuji. Always pulling each other's hair, always going head-to-head in some wrestling match, and it was no surprise. Sukuna had basically given them a “pass” for all their ridiculous antics. It was like a family tradition at this point.

You shot him a look. “You’re the one who encourages this.”

He shrugged, a smirk creeping onto his face. “They’ve got to learn somehow. A little roughhousing never hurt anyone.”

Before you could respond, you heard the unmistakable sound of hair pulling and the familiar whine of “MOM, HE STARTED IT!!”

“…One day, we’re gonna let them duke it out. For real.” Sukuna said, standing up and heading toward the chaos with that all-too-familiar smirk. He was practically giddy at the thought of his sons fighting it out like some gladiators, which, honestly, was a bit concerning.

But then, you heard him yell over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, “Didn’t I tell you to hit the nose first?!”

Sukuna had told them more than once to keep it “strategic,” but all they ever did was tug at each other’s hair and roll around on the floor like two actual demons.

By the time you walked into the living room, you saw Choso, who was already a bundle of energy, holding Yuji’s shirt and grinning like he’d just won a wrestling match. Yuji, on the other hand, was clawing at his brother’s face, determined to get him back.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sukuna’s voice echoed, clearly approving. “See? That’s how you fight. No hesitation.”

Your eye twitched.

You walked over and gently grabbed the back of their shirts, pulling them apart like you were handling a pair of rowdy puppies.

“Enough,” you said, your voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

The boys stopped immediately, both of them staring at you with wide eyes. Sukuna, however, just stood there with that smug grin on his face, totally proud of himself for planting these ideas in their heads.

"Are they just naturally inclined to be this chaotic?" you asked, folding your arms.

Sukuna shrugged. “It’s in their blood. And honestly, I think they’re doing pretty good for their age.”

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guys i think he wants a daughter….

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#sukuna x reader #jjk

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xlilycoco · 4 months ago

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sports car

Sukuna’s used to being the one in control—on the streets, in the sheets, and everywhere in between. But then you come along, watching him speed through the finish line like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen (because, honestly, it is), and before he can smirk in your direction, you beat him to it.

A simple bite turns into a steamy mess in the backseat of his car at a drive-in, the kind of night Sukuna usually forgets by morning. But for the first time, he wonders if a one-night stand is really all he wants.

ryomen sukuna x reader

wc: 3.3k

mdni (18+), read with discretion

You stand at the edge of the crowd, watching as cars line up at the makeshift starting line. You aren’t here for the cars—not really. You notice Sukuna the moment he arrives—it’s impossible not to with his striking tattoos, the cocky way he carries himself, and the absolute menace in his smirk. His car, a matte black Nissan GT-R with burgundy-red accents, looks just as ruthless as he does. He leans against the hood, eyes scanning the competition like a king surveying his territory.

And is he handsome—sharp jawline, impossibly perfect cheekbones, eyes that burn like embers under the glow of streetlights. Even his scars, jagged and unapologetic, only add to his allure. He crosses his arms, exuding effortless control. He doesn’t just own the space; he owns the entire night.

The race is over in seconds. Sukuna wins, obviously. It isn’t even close. You aren’t surprised—how could someone who looks like that ever lose? He has the kind of presence that makes anything less than winning seem absurd.

When he steps out of his car, dripping in arrogance, you walk up without hesitation, tilting your head slightly as he looks down at you with amusement—like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

He’s just so damn attractive—too sharp, too cocky, too effortlessly seductive. The kind of man who could ruin someone without even trying. And that’s why you want to watch the way his lips curve into a smirk, hear that voice in a more sultry setting that doesn’t involve screeching tires.

You just smile. “Wanna get a burger?”

For the first time all night, Sukuna hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to—he absolutely does. You’re hot, and he’s used to women throwing themselves at him, but they never ask. They linger, they flirt, they wait for him to take control. He’s used to making the first move, to dominating the space, to pulling them in with that razor-sharp smirk and letting them know they don’t really have a choice.

You? You just invite him out like it’s no big deal. Like he is no big deal.

He’s intrigued by that.

“All right, sweetheart,” he says, spinning his keys around his finger with lazy precision, the metal glinting under the streetlights. He lets them twirl once more before catching them effortlessly, smirking as he looks at you. “Let’s see what you’re about.”

By the time you reach the drive-thru, you're mid-story about a disastrous first date you once had—something about a guy who spent the entire time talking about crypto. Sukuna actually finds himself laughing, something rare enough to surprise even him. You definitely aren’t intimidated by him—most people either fear him or admire him from a distance, but you just…talk. Like you’ve known him forever.

The drive-thru itself is part of an old-school car movie theater, the kind that plays classics on a massive outdoor screen while people eat in their cars. Sukuna pulls into a spot near the back, where the glow of the projector flickers against his windshield. The night air is cool, but the inside of his GT-R feels warm, thick with the scent of fresh burgers and the lingering trace of his spicy cologne. You unwrap your food casually, now paying more attention to the movie playing in front of you than to the man sitting beside you.

“So, what’s the deal?” Sukuna asks, watching you with lazy interest as you dip a fry into your shake.

“With?”

“You.”

You lick a bit of chocolate off your lip before answering, slow and absentminded—but his eyes follow the movement, sharp and unreadable. It’s such a simple thing, but somehow, it feels deliberate. Seductive, even. His grip on his keys tightens for half a second before he spins them around his finger again, leaning back like he isn’t affected.

“Nothing,” you say casually. “I just thought you were hot, and I wanted a burger.”

His smirk deepens, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. “That simple, huh?”

You shrug, popping the fry into your mouth like you aren’t playing with fire. “You don’t look like you think that hard about anything.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face—but it’s quickly replaced with an unexpected chuckle. He should be offended. But you aren’t treating him like some street racing legend, or like he’s someone to be wary of. You aren’t scared, aren’t trying to play coy, and sure as hell aren’t trying to impress him.

It pisses him off how much he likes it.

He doesn’t believe in fate or any of that shit, but something about tonight feels different. Something about you feels different.

You take another sip of your milkshake, licking from your lips before catching the way Sukuna’s gaze darkens. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at your mouth. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you actually want to fuck me.”

Sukuna shifts in his seat, turning toward you fully now. His arm drapes lazily over the back of your headrest, closing the space between you as he leans in. His scent—something dark, spicy, and unmistakably masculine—wraps around you, making the air feel even warmer.

He lets out a low chuckle, his fingers drumming against your thighs. “And what if I am?”

The inside of Sukuna’s car feels smaller now, the air thick with something heavier than the scent of fries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow, acting unbothered even as your pulse quickens slightly. “Then I guess you should do something about it.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightens as he lifts you slightly, his crimson eyes glinting with that feral edge you’ve come to crave. “Ride me, but don’t you dare move those hips.” He repositions you effortlessly, settling you atop him in the cramped driver’s seat. His cock, hard beyond belief, buries deep inside your pussy, fills you to the brim, stretching you in a deliciously overwhelming way. He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t give you the friction you’re dying for—just keeps you there, cockwarming him, your walls clenching around his pulsing length as he leans back with a wicked grin.

His rough hands start to slide up your waist, calloused fingers brushing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts. “Look at these,” he growls, squeezing them firmly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. He dips his head, his hot breath fanning across your chest, and then his mouth is on you. His lips latch onto one nipple, sucking hard, the wet heat of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He flicks it with quick, teasing strokes, then drags the flat of his tongue over it in a slow, deliberate lick that sends a jolt straight to your core.

You can’t help it—a soft whimper escapes your lips, your body trembling as his mouth works you over. Sukuna’s teeth graze the tender flesh, making you gasp, and then he sucks again, pulling the nipple deeper into his mouth. His tongue rolls around it, sloppy and relentless, leaving a trail of spit that glistens on your skin. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—latching on with a hungry growl, sucking until it’s swollen and aching, his tongue tracing lazy circles before flicking the tip sharply.

The sounds start spilling out of you, quiet at first—little whimpers that catch in your throat, then soft moans as his mouth grows more insistent. “S-Sukuna…” you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body quivering from the torment of his stillness inside you and the onslaught on your chest. Each moan seems to stoke something in him; you feel his cock throb harder, swelling even more within your tight heat. It’s like your sounds are fueling him, his length twitching against your walls, hot and heavy, stretching you further with every pulse.

He groans against your breast, the vibration rumbling through your core as he pulls back slightly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your glistening nipple. “Fuck, keep making those noises,” he mutters, as his tongue leaves your breasts slick with spit as he alternates between them—sucking one while pinching the other between his fingers, rolling the bud until you’re whining helplessly on his cock. You can feel it throbbing again, harder this time, and you swear you can feel every vein pressing into you, the sensation driving you wild as you sit there, impaled and desperate.

Sukuna’s grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he suddenly lifts you off his lap, his cock slipping out of you with a wet, obscene schlick that echoes in the tight confines of his sports car. You feel the absence of his thick heat immediately, your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping with a mix of your arousal and his precum. “Backseat,” he snarls, his voice rough and commanding, a primal edge to it that makes your thighs quiver. “Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to move on your own—Sukuna manhandles you with ease, tossing you into the sleek, leather-clad backseat of his car like you’re a ragdoll. The cushions squeak under your weight as you land on your back, legs splayed open, your slick folds glistening in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Sukuna climbs in after you, his massive frame filling the space, the car dipping slightly under his bulk.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" he growls, grabbing your thighs and forcing them apart until your knees nearly touch the sides of this car. You’re breathless, chest heaving as he positions himself between your legs. The head of his cock brushes against your entrance, hot and heavy, smearing your clit with a mix of precum and your own dripping wetness. He doesn’t ease in—he thrusts, hard and deliberate, the blunt tip forcing your folds apart with a slick, squelching pop. You cry out as he stretches you open, the first inch sinking in with a slow, burning pressure.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sukuna grunts he grips your hips, pulling you onto him. His cock plunges deeper into, the thickness of it splitting you wide, every vein dragging against your walls with an instictive intensity. You hear the wet slap of skin on skin as he bottoms out, his heavy balls pressing against your ass, the tip kissing your cervix with a dull, delicious ache. Your pussy squirts a little, a hot gush of fluid coating his base, and the sound—a lewd squelch—fills the car, mingling with your shaky moan.

He starts fucking you then, hard and fast, the backseat creaking with every brutal thrust. “Take it,” he snarls, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock in to the hilt again and again. Each plunge makes a filthy schlop-schlop-schlop as your soaked pussy grips him, sucking him back in every time he pulls out to the tip. You’re whimpering now, a string of “Kuna—oh fuck—ngh!” spilling from your lips, your hands clawing at the leather for purchase. His grunts are guttural, animalistic—“Yeah, that’s it—fuckin’ take me”—his breath hitching as your walls flutter around him, squeezing tighter with every slam.

The air grows thick with the sounds of your bodies colliding—the wet smack of his balls against your ass, the rhythmic creak of the car springs, the faint drip-drip of your arousal pooling beneath you on the seat. Sukuna leans down, his chest pressing against yours, and you feel the heat radiating off his tattooed skin as he pounds into you, relentless, the drag of his cock inside you driving you both wild.

Sukuna’s thrusts grow more erratic, his hips stuttering against yours. The backseat creaks and groans under the force of his movements, the leather squeaking with each brutal snap of his hips. Your pussy is a mess—swollen, dripping, stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, a constant stream of wet sounds filling the car as he fucks you mercilessly. You can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he leans down, his face hovering inches from yours. Without warning, he spits—hard and thick, the saliva landing on your lips and dripping down your chin. The gesture is possessive, marking you as his.

"Open," Sukuna growls, his voice strained with impending release. You obey instinctively, parting your lips, and he kisses you messily. His spit mingles with yours, the taste of him filling your senses. He swallows your moans, his hips pistoning faster, his cock swelling inside you as he chases his climax.

Your hands roam his back, nails digging into the hard muscles, leaving crescent marks on his skin. You can feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your sweat-slicked collarbones.

With a final, harsh thrust, Sukuna buries himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing almost violently as he reaches his peak. A loud groan tears from his throat, the sound echoing through the car as he begins to cum. Hot, thick ropes of semen erupt from his tip, painting your chest and stomach in white streaks. It's an intense, messy release—his hips jerking forward with each spurt, cum coating you as he empties himself. You can't help but moan, your back arching off the seat, pressing your breasts up to catch more of his essence.

He looks down at the mess he's made—your chest and stomach coated in his semen, your pussy swollen and leaking. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice husky and sated. "Covered in my cum like a good little slut."

Without warning, he leans down and starts licking his own release off your skin. His tongue swipes through the sticky mess, lapping it up with obvious enjoyment.

Sukuna's tongue is hot and rough against your skin as he cleans you up, his mouth making obscene slurping noises as he sucks his own cum off your breasts. He hums, the vibrations sending shivers through you. He circles your nipples with his tongue, the sensitive buds still hard and aching from his earlier ministrations. Each flick and swirl makes you gasp, your back arching off the seat as you chase more of that delicious friction.

Your mewls fill the car, soft and needy, as Sukuna teases you mercilessly. His lips close around one nipple, sucking hard, and you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. "Please, Kuna, want more."

Sukuna's eyes flash with a wicked gleam at your plea. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, only to latch onto the other, sucking it into his mouth with bruising force. His hand comes up to pinch and roll the neglected bud, the dual stimulation sending electric shocks straight to your core. "Beg for it," he growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "Beg me to let you cum again."

Sukuna's smirk widens at your desperate pleas, his fingers now pressing against your clit as he feels you teetering on the edge. He increases the pressure, his touch growing more insistent, and you can't help but buck your hips, chasing the friction. Your moans fill the car, a constant stream of needy sounds that only seem to fuel Sukuna's desire. He sucks your nipple harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and that's when you snap. The orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing as raw pleasure consumes you. Your pussy clenches and spasms, gushing around Sukuna's fingers once more.

As your orgasm subsides, Sukuna slows his fingers to soothing circles on your oversensitive clit. He releases your nipple with a final, gentle suck, pressing a soft kiss to the tender bud. "Shh," hemurmurs, his voice surprisingly tender as he pulls you into his arms. "You did so well, so fucking good for me." He holds you close, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as you tremble in the aftermath. His hands run soothing patterns on your back, his touch gentle and comforting. "I've got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've got you."

He reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of wet wipes and cleans you up, wiping away the sweat, saliva, and cum that coats your skin.

Once you're clean, Sukuna helps you sit up, pulling you onto his lap so you're cradled against his chest. His large hand rests on your thigh, squeezing gently as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You good?" he asks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it, softer than it should be.

You nod, snuggling closer to him, and he tightens his arms around you in response.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his breath warm against your hair. "Took my cock so well, sounded so pretty for me." He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

Sukuna maneuvers the both of you back to the front seats and starts the car, the engine purring to life. He wraps a jacket around your shoulders, tucking it in around you to keep you warm. As he pulls out of the parking lot, he keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. The motion is soothing, and combined with the gentle vibrations of the car and the warmth of Sukuna's leather jacket, you find yourself drifting off to sleep despite your best efforts to stay awake.

The ride to your apartment is quiet. Sukuna’s car hums with the low growl of the engine, the kind of noise that is familiar and comforting to him. He glances over at your sleeping form, a soft smile playing on his lips. You look so peaceful, so vulnerable, curled up in his jacket.

His thoughts drift, replaying the moments before—your body pressed against his, the way you felt, the way you moved. He can still feel the heat of you against him, the softness of your lips, how you pulsed around him.

Sukuna's thoughts turn dark, possessive. He wants to fuck you out, to mold your tight walls around his dick as if they were made for him and him alone, fill you up so completely that no one else will ever compare, so you can't ever take anyone else. He wants to train your body to be addicted to him, so only he could satisfy your desires.

Tonight was supposed to be nothing—it was just supposed to be a one-off, a casual fuck. But now that the drive is nearing your place, Sukuna realizes it isn’t as simple as that for him.

As you stir awake, your eyes flutter open to find Sukuna's large hand resting possessively on your thigh. The car is parked outside your apartment building, the engine off and the interior dimly lit by the glow of the streetlights. Sukuna is staring at you, his crimson eyes intense and filled with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"We're here."

As blink up at him, still groggy from sleep, he grins, making him oddly look almost… sweet. You open the door, slipping out of the car with the cutest stumble that only makes him want you even more. "Goodnight Kuna."

He leans back against his seat, watching you head for the entrance of the building. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna is left with an unfamiliar ache.

You hadn’t asked for his number. You hadn’t asked for anything. You had just… left.

Sukuna sits in his car for a long moment, staring at the empty space where you had been, his mind racing. What the hell? He isn’t some sentimental idiot. He’s used to getting exactly what he wants, never having to chase after a girl, especially not after a single night. But something about you makes him want something he’s never wanted before. Sukuna looks up at your apartment building one last time before starting the engine, his thoughts swirling in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#jjk #sukuna x reader

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xlilycoco · 4 months ago

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“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#jjk #sukuna x reader

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xlilycoco · 4 months ago

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Hello there, Queen!

I'd like to request jealous sex in public with our beloved Geto, please ☺️

I hope you have fun with it!

Have a great day! 😘

(don't) kiss me pairing: fwb!Geto x f!Reader

content: mdni, light angst and smut, au where geto never defected, public sex, exhibitionism, jealousy, geto is down bad and delusional but we love him, fwb with feelings, incredibly petty reader, the silent treatment, unprotected piv sex, creampie, panty stealing, cockwarming, having sex while sitting on geto's lap

Suguru Geto didn't need a relationship. Simply didn't have time for one. His hands were full enough as it was, busy with his adopted daughters and work, teaching students and taking care of curses. Why make life more complicated?

That was why he liked you. Always sweet and warm, wrapping your lips around him in more ways than one in private, his cute little coworker who would clear her schedule if it meant spending the night tangled in his sheets.

Sometimes though?

You could be a little much.

Like now, bounding up behind him while you were both on break, chirping his name softly and getting on your tippy toes to press an affectionate peck to his cheek.

"Don't kiss me so much," Suguru murmured, wiping his cheek where your lips had just been, glancing around the empty hall like he had to double check to make sure no one else caught a glimpse of that. It'd been a stressful enough day already, the last thing he needed was Satoru harassing both of you or a lecture from Yaga about any public displays of affection. "Not here."

You deflated almost immediately, a pretty pout forming on your lips. "Oh, okay."

That was another thing he liked - you listened to him.

Although, it didn't take him long to realize you listened a little too well.

He tried to catch you on your way out that evening, apologizing for being so brusque earlier, but you just glanced over your shoulder with an small smile, softly muttering you couldn't come over tonight and leaving before he could get another word in.

The next day? He didn't see you at all.

Catching glimpses of you in classrooms or making coffee in the break room the rest of the week, where you'd offer a perfectly polite wave and resume your conversation with Shoko or Ijichi, always someone there to stop him from asking if you wanted to spend the night or grab a bite to eat later.

Suguru tried coming by your apartment bright and early Saturday morning, using the key you once made him just to find your bed empty.

He had to find out from Satoru you'd taken on some overseas mission with Nanami for the next two weeks. His calls went unanswered, but he told himself you probably just didn't have any service. Except - you did have enough of a connection to post a photo of yourself online, posing on the pale sand in the tiniest bikini imaginable for the camera.

For whoever was capturing the picture of you.

There was no way you asked Nanami - although the idea of the stoic man tapping the button and telling you to smile for him made Suguru's skin itch.

All of a sudden, his responsibilities, all those reasons he used to convince himself commitment was out of the question seemed a lot less pressing. Staring at his ceiling while he struggled to sleep at night, wondering if your thoughts might be lingering on him too.

The sex was good, but what he really missed was the way you felt in his arms afterwards, your body curled into his side and how you'd bury your face into his chest when you yawned.

When he woke up, his sheets were unfortunately soaked with proof of precisely how much he missed you too. As if he was some teenager again, trying not to think about your body under his when you trained together or let his stare linger when you went swimming.

Suguru never realized how slowly time passed when you weren't around to fill the space, catching himself hanging around your barren desk, tempted to smell the cardigan you'd left hanging over your chair.

He was more than a little embarrassed to admit he was excited for your return, foot anxiously tapping the ground at the bar you allegedly agreed to meet Satoru and Shoko at after your plane landed. Three drinks in, he watched as Satoru droned on about some game he'd been playing to Shoko, hoping they didn't notice how often his sharp eyes flicked over to the entrance.

Your plane should've landed what? Two hours ago? So where were-

Suguru's heart stopped when you walked in.

Nanami was holding the door open for you, and you were laughing at something he said. And not a polite little chuckle, but actually laughing, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up as you smiled so brightly at him.

And he was smiling back.

The glass in his hand shattered.

Broken bits of glass biting into his palm, shards sticking out as Satoru lost it laughing, making some mocking comment in his ear about him losing his girl to Kento, of all people. The fact you were sleeping together wasn't technically a secret, since Satoru once saw you making out from across campus, six eyes and all, but it still wasn't supposed to be public knowledge. Shoko was rolling her eyes, plucking out the glass in his hand without him asking, reversed curse technique making quick work of fixing the shallow cuts.

But there was still blood on his palm, shattered glass stained with it on the table by the time you walked over. Suguru couldn't drag his eyes off the way Nanami's hand briefly skimmed over your back when some stranger stepped too close to you, as if you really needed shielding from some idiot who didn't even have cursed energy.

"Hi guys," You greeted, just as perky as ever, looking over at Shoko and Satoru first before your attention shifted over to him. Your face fell almost immediately, brows furrowed together in a frown as you noticed the mess on the table. "What happened?"

"Oh, why don't you ask your boy-" Satoru started to tease, just to get interrupted with an elbow to the side, his infinity off, his technique not working quite right after the bar served him a Shirley temple with alcohol on accident.

"Sit," Suguru said instead, nodding to the empty seat by his side, sweeping up the broken glass into a pile towards the center of the table, narrowly avoiding slicing his palm open again.

"I think I'm actually gonna get a drink," You hummed, half-apologetically as you tilted your head to the side.

Under the table, Suguru kicked Satoru with his foot, a silent signal for him to distract Nanami while he slid out of the booth to follow you.

"Hey," He called out as he caught up to your confident strides, a possessive hand grabbing your waist when you stopped in front of the bar top. "I missed you."

"Mhm," You absentmindedly nodded, too busy waving the bartender over to spare him a glance.

Suguru waited, expecting you to start spilling into some excited chatter about how your mission went, what you saw and ate while you were there, but you didn't say anything to him even after you ordered your drink, taking a long sip and looking back to where the others were waiting.

"You miss me back, pretty girl?" He leaned down to murmur, pulling you in a little closer.

And for once, he didn't care who was watching, tilting his head to the side to catch your lips in a kiss. But you tilted your head away at the last second, his mouth ending up on your cheek instead.

"Course," You casually chirped, the way you'd speak to a friend. Not someone who'd seen you naked.

He wasn't dumb enough to not know when you were being cruel. Even if it wasn't entirely intentional.

He asked you not to kiss him.

You were just doing what he asked.

His lips parted, ready to take that stupid fucking request back, but then Nanami joined, shrewd eyes taking note of the way Suguru was holding onto you, unimpressed.

"Are you hungry?" The blond man asked you, pushing the small goggles up the bridge of his nose. "There's a diner down the road if you'd rather grab something to eat."

"Is it good?" You asked, leaning in closer so he could hear you better, looking up at him all cute and excited.

No, this was not happening, Suguru was not about to let you get stolen right from under his nose and into someone else's bed.

"I think you would-"

"Can I speak to you outside?" Suguru interrupted, low and sharp in your ear.

You sighed, downing the rest of your glass in a long gulp before giving Nanami's bicep a squeeze.

"Sorry, Ken, I'll be back in a few."

Ken? Ken?

Why didn't you just stab Suguru while you were at it?

Suguru led you out, keeping his hand firmly placed on your side, holding the door open for you, hating how much he felt like he had to prove he could be a gentleman too. As if you'd ever wanted him to be one before.

You usually preferred him being rough, flipping you around or folding you over the nearest piece of furniture, pulling your hair or putting his hands to work somewhere else.

The street was pretty much empty, but he still half-dragged you to the alley by the bar, only stopping when you leaned back against the brick building, yawning into your hand like you were bored already.

"Is something wrong?" You innocently asked, batting your lashes up at him.

"I missed you." Suguru knew he sounded like a broken record on repeat, but he wasn't sure how else to say it, to summarize the ache your absence had left in his chest.

"You said that already," You commented, giggling a little. But your attention had drifted again, studying the street and the few people passing by.

"You didn't say it back."

He felt like a child pouting, complaining and begging for your affection you'd freely given him before.

"If you're just horny, you know there's like fifty girls in there that'd be more than thrilled to fuck you," You laughed, lighthearted. That was probably the worst part, how fucking unbothered you sounded at the idea of him having sex with someone else when just the sight of Nanami touching you earlier had nearly sent him in a tailspin.

"And what about you?" He hm-ed, desperate to keep his collected exterior, to reject the regret rolling through him.

"I'll have to decline," You purred, delivering the rejection with another gentle smile. "I mean, I've just been thinking, and our arrangement was nice, but I dunno, maybe it just ran its course?"

You shrugged, like you were telling him about the weather rather than dumping him.

"What are you saying?" He heard himself ask, his voice cold and harsh.

You didn't blink though, still giving him the same kind expression.

"I guess I want an emotional connection with someone, not just sex," You sincerely said, patting his shoulder. "You were right. I wasn't being very professional before. I think we're better off as coworkers."

"I was being fucking stupid," Suguru said, jaw clenched tight as he forced the words out. Your lips pushed together in another pout, not understanding until he stepped forward, caging you between his body and the brick wall, hands pressing flat by your head. "But you're lying to yourself if you think we don't have an emotional connection."

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes finally on his for the first time tonight.

"Am I?" You challenged, still trying to play innocent.

Suguru knew better. Knew you more intimately than anyone else. What you liked for breakfast and what shampoo you used and what panties you preferred to sleep in and all the words to your favorite songs.

He'd rather eat a thousand curses than go back to being just coworkers.

"You like me," Suguru murmured, although what he really meant was he was painfully, awfully, completely in love with you and the biggest moron in the world for not realizing it sooner.

"I do?" You playfully teased, cutting him a look that screamed you were trying not to roll your eyes at him. "You know, I also like Ken. And Toru. Even-"

"Don't," He stopped you before you could continue assigning cutesy nicknames to all your mutual friends, keep implying that you'd find your way in their beds too if he fucked this up any more than he already had. "I like you."

"Should we go get best friend necklaces then?" You replied, sarcasm slicing through your usually cheery demeanor, cold seeping through as icy claws started to sink into Suguru's heart. You didn't believe him. Thought he was just spouting some bullshit to get into your panties. "Or can I go back inside now?"

"What? So Nanami can flirt with you some more?" Suguru scoffed, unable to help the jealousy boiling his blood, tight snakes of it coiling in his stomach and making him feel fucking sick.

"Why do you care?" You huffed, giving in to how exasperated you were. "We're not dating. You aren't my boyfriend."

"I want to be." The words came out of his mouth automatically, your lips parting in surprise as you just stared at him.

Then you shook your head a little, letting out a quiet sigh as you looked away, probably planning your exit.

"Sorry, I'm looking for one that actually likes it when I kiss him," You muttered, your voice tinged with hurt as you started to pull away, slipping underneath his arm to start towards the bar again. "And who knows, maybe Kento-"

Suguru shut you up with a kiss.

The kind where your teeth bumped into each other and his fingers tangled in your hair, your bodies pressed close as he lapped at your bottom lip for entry, begging you to believe him. You let him in, maybe out of habit, or just maybe, because you missed him too.

And then his hands were picking you up by your ass, squeezing into your pliable flesh as your legs wrapped around his waist, gasping when your back was pushed against the brick wall, your short skirt hiked up so he could see your cute little black panties underneath.

"What can I do to prove it to you, hm?" Suguru hummed, sucking on your neck, tracing the tendons with his teeth just so he could feel how fast your pulse was racing.

"I don't know."

Your features had frozen into a hard mask, hiding your feelings from him for once.

He just wanted to fix this.

"Not like anything you say here you'll ever repeat in public," You muttered, hurt and disappointment mixed into your sigh, even when your body was melting into him, letting him plant kisses across your jaw.

It clicked in his head.

You thought he was embarrassed of you.

Suguru supposed he'd just have to prove you wrong.

He carefully let you stand back on your feet, your face scrunching up in confusion when he got down on his knees to shimmy your panties down your thighs, pocketing them before taking your hand in his and tugging you back towards the entrance of the alley. "Come on then, baby."

"Suguru, what-"

"Wanna show my pretty girl off," He spoke softly, pulling you closer and smoothing down your skirt with his free hand. Even under the pale moonlight, he could tell you were blushing, a smirk twitching up on his lips as you turned your face away so he wouldn't see it.

"What? You wanna act like I'm your girlfriend now?" You grumbled, following him inside, but your hand was squeezing his, your smaller palm warm against his cool one.

"You are," Suguru said, squeezing your hand back. "If you want to be."

You didn't say anything as he held the door to the bar back open for you, mulling over the decision. But that was better than a no.

The glass was cleared off the table, Satoru nowhere to be seen while Nanami and Shoko made small talk. Suguru watched his blond coworker's eyes shift from where he was holding your hand up to his smug expression.

"Thought you weren't coming back," Shoko dryly said, draining the last of her drink and looking past him towards the bar, probably considering grabbing another one.

"Had to catch up with my girlfriend," He replied, slipping into the booth and pulling you onto his lap. Your whole face flushed, attempting to hide it from your friends when you looked up at him wide-eyed.

"Seriously?" Shoko sighed, cocking an eyebrow up as she looked at you.

"I mean-" You started, fiddling with a ring on your finger. But then Suguru brushed some of the hair back from your face, craning his neck down to kiss your cheek, and you might as well have purred. "Maybe."

"Took long enough," Shoko muttered, sliding out the opposite end of the curved booth, either going to get another drink or inform Satoru of the new development. Both were equally likely.

Nanami followed, but Suguru caught the way he cut you a knowing look first, his usually straight-lipped smile curving up into a slight smirk as he walked away.

"What was that?" Suguru pointedly asked, and you shifted in his lap, trying to climb off before his hold on your waist tightened.

"Nothing," You lied.

He murmured your name, not sure if it was a warning or a plea or both. "Tell me."

"Perhaps I asked Nanami to help me make you a little jealous," You admitted, not the least bit ashamed or abashed. Shuffling back, the weight of you sitting over the quickly hardening bulge in his jeans, your back reclining casually onto his chest while you just gave him a cute tilt of your head to the side as you looked over your shoulder up at him.

"Funny," Suguru dryly said.

You wanted him jealous - you got it on a silver platter.

"You're not mad?" You asked, squinting and trying to scrutinize his carefully composed features.

And okay, he said no, but he found himself slipping a hand underneath your ass, readjusting you just enough to pull down his zipper and yank his cock free from his boxers. Your skirt splayed out over his lap was the only thing concealing the two of you when he discreetly manhandled you until you were over his cock, pulling your hips down in one fast motion until he was plunging inside you, warm walls welcoming and gripping him as he pushed past the resistance. You gasped just to immediately clamp your mouth shut, swiveling your head around to make sure no one was watching as he slowly grinded up in long, drawn-out motions, hips bucking up enough to grind his swollen tip into your cervix.

Watching your pretty face screw up in focus, trying not to make it obvious you were being stuffed and split open in front of a bar full of people, but everyone else was too absorbed in their own drinks and friends to notice the way you were struggling not to moan every time his cock kissed your womb.

"My fault for letting you forget who fucks you like this," Suguru murmured, a hand firmly planted on your hip while his other slipped under your shirt, pushing under the band of your bra to grope at your tits.

To anyone else, he'd just seem like a handsy boyfriend, decorating your neck with hickies and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He guessed he actually was now.

He let go of your breast, although he at least pinched your nipple first, just to feel the way you half-jumped, your cunt clenching around him hard enough he felt himself twitch, half-tempted to cum already, let proof of this drip down your thighs all night long. But Suguru controlled himself as his hand slipped out of your shirt, grabbing your chin instead and tilting your head to turn and look up at him.

This kiss was greedier, claiming you in front of anyone who happened to look over, his tongue down your throat while he fucked up into you, swallowing any sounds that slipped out as his cock stretched you out. Your walls were gripping him tight enough that every upward thrust made it hard for him not to finish in the spot.

And really, it wasn't much more than cockwarming, barely able to do more than little bounces without risking giving everyone a show or getting arrested for public indecency, but he was losing his goddamn mind.

Your lips tasted like wine and chapstick, the smell of your perfume invading his senses and warping his judgement until every atom was demanding more of you. He could tell you were close, your warm body trembling, the little breaths you managed to suck in between kisses broken and sharp.

"Tell me," He grunted, pulling you all the way down to the hilt by your hips, cutting off your whine with a quick kiss. "Do I get to be your boyfriend now?"

You nodded almost immediately, leaning back against his chest, your forehead sweaty as you glanced around panicked again like you just remembered where he was fucking you. But most people who noticed the two of you at all had looked away almost immediately, used to the sight of drunk people hooking up at a bar like this.

"Mhm," You managed to mumble, barely holding yourself together as you blinked. But he could feel you squeezing him, feel how deep he was buried, his cock begging for release as his thighs tensed under your own shaky muscles.

"Does my cute girlfriend wanna cum then?" He teased, letting his mouth skim over your ear, your body shuddering as his cock kept throbbing inside you, but he refused to budge. He hoped you'd think that was teasing too, but really, he was pretty sure the second he moved, he was going to cum.

"Suguru," You whined softly, tilting your head to the side to allow him to leave more hickies, and the sound of your voice almost pushed him over.

Fuck.

As much as he wanted to draw it out longer, he could always just drag you out of here and back home to continue later. He quickly slipped a hand under your skirt, jaw clenched as he started fervently massaging messy circles over your clit, grinding his tip up against your most sensitive spot, his composure cracked, his cool failing him as you started to fall apart in his lap.

He barely managed to capture your lips in another kiss before you were moaning, legs tense and trembling too hard as you shivered against him. He wasn't sure what drove him over - if it was your taste or your whimpers or just the way your cunt sucked him in. But it didn't really matter, because he was already cumming fast, white-hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, coating you with enough of him that you had to be spilling over. Nearly shuddering at the relief, abs still tense as the rest of him relaxed.

You were a wreck.

Eyes glossed over and makeup messed up, a few tear streaks down your cheeks and your lips kiss-bruised and bitten. Your shirt and skirt wrinkled, cum probably leaking out of you onto his jeans as you both just breathed, unable to break the stare, to separate the connection.

There was just one more thing Suguru wanted.

"Kiss me."

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warnings: sukugo xf!reader, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming + full nelson (p in v), squirting

im not ashamed to admit that i think about getting with satoru and sukuna at the same time more than i probably should.

it starts off innocent. you go over to satoru’s apartment to hang out and catch up with him. you admit he’s attractive, but he’s kind of a slut so you never entertained the thought of getting with him.

and then his friend sukuna shows up, who’s as equally attractive as him and would not stop checking you out, going as far as accusing satoru of hiding you from him once he finds out how long you two have been friends for.

the bickering starts— satoru eventually admits to it, sukuna calls him a greedy fucking bastard and satoru also admits to it.

one thing leads to another and they’re asking you who would you rather get with it.

crickets. that is until you finally admit you’d probably get with both of them if you could.

they of course completely miss the “probably” portion of your sentence, and that’s how you find yourself on satoru’s lap. he’s holding your legs up, pining your knees to your chest while sukuna messily eats you out.

“is he doin’ a good job?” satoru mutters in the shell of your ear, it sends even more shivers throughout your body as sukuna continues licking away at your dripping folds with a flat tongue.

“y-yeah,” you breathe out, trying your best to keep it together while sukuna continues driving you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“keep her still, she keeps fuckin’ squirming.” the man instructs satoru, the grip on you immediately grows tighter as sukuna shameless spits at your cunt and shoves two of his thick fingers inside of your.

it earns him a little squeal from you and he immediately starting curling them in, feeling you clench tightly around him as he attacks your sweet spot.

“fuuck!! oh m— oh my god right there!” you cry out and he goes faster.

“y’like my fingers babe?” sukuna asks with a shit eating grin, it’s almost like he’s mocking satoru who has a front seat to it all and he’s growing harder and harder because of it.

you wouldn’t know though, you’re too busy babbling out “yesyesyesyes” once his tongue goes back to work on your clit— obscenely sucking and lapping away at you until the rooms filled with the sounds of squelching and slurping.

and like the attention whore satoru is and always will be, he grows jealous and decides to shut you up by grabbing your jaw and kissing you. he lips are soft and he tastes like peppermint, he’s just as messy as sukuna is. might as well while he waits for his turns.

he thinks it’s so fucking sexy how you moan into his mouth the entire time you two make out, the whole time he’s thinking about how he could make you moan louder than sukuna already is.

and you do, just not in the way you’d think.

“that’s not fuckin’ fair man,” satoru boyishly complains at sukuna, who does not give a shit right now.

“c’mon princess, i prepped you enough, no?” he purrs at you, leaning back in the couch while he lazily strokes his long and equally thick cock. “just gonna sit on it while he gets a taste, that’s it” he promises you.

what he doesn’t tell you is how much he shifts in his seat when you finally do sit on his cock, making his fat tip further rub up on spots no one’s ever reached before.

satoru is surprisingly messier, sukuna can feel just how much you like it and isn’t shy about telling his friend either.

“keep doing that, she fuckin’ loves it.” he encourages him, mainly because you tighten around him more when he does.

it’s too much, having sukuna fill you up to brim while satoru goes to work on you with his tongue, it’s also fucking amazing.

the pressure inside you slowly starts to build up and your immediate reaction is to close your legs. you obviously can’t because sukuna has them locked to the sides of your chest, he feels the resistance though and chuckles.

“she’s gonna cum soon,” he rasps at satoru. “im gonna fuck her now.”

“what? no!” satoru lifts his head up and argues, not letting up on your clit and rubs at it instead while the bickering continues.

“you’ll get to drink it all up you fuckin’ freak, don’t you want that?”

“fine.” satoru doesn’t put up much of a fight and goes back to eating you out.

“w-wait—“ you didn’t get a say in any of this, but you’re more scared of how hard you’ll cum than anything else.

“shh shh, it’s okay— gonna make you feel reaal good.” sukuna says, it barely comforts you as he repositions himself so he has more range to fuck you.

he doesn’t even give you a chance to get used to it, he just starts pounding into like his fucking life depended on it. meanwhile gojo lapping away at your clit, determined to get the taste sukuna pretty promised him.

“it’s too much, i- i cant— i really fucking can’t!” you cry out, feeling the pressure build up more and more as the both continue to aggressively work an orgasm out of you.

the sight is obscene, especially when sukuna starts talking you through it, telling you how good you were doing and to just let go.

“just fuckin’ cum”

and you eventually do, after one particularly rough thrust that causes your ears to ring and your vision to go blurry. as promised, sukuna abruptly pulls out mid-gush, letting satoru happily slurp it all up.

the whole time you’re in actual shock from what the fuck just happened, trying to catch your breath while you come down.

“you okay?” satoru softly asks while placing kisses on your inner thighs. “didn’t hurt you or anything right?”

“no im fine, im just— that was fucking amazing.” you admit

you don’t see the way sukuna smiles at that, shooting satoru a look that makes him continue to sweet talk you— up until there’s a trail of clothes leading up to satoru’s room.

the doors shut, but you can already guess what’s happening behind it.

notes: gonna go talk a cold shower now byeeee

#⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓳𝓴 ɞ˚‧｡⋆#jjk #sukugo x reader

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