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astralstarlight · 2 months

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walking in on you with your favourite toy !

w/ sukuna and choso (separate)

warnings/tags: implied fem! reader (bc that's how i'm thinking about it in my head rn), suggestive, 18+, no curses AU, in a relationship with choso, it's anyone's business who you are to sukuna (housemates maybe??), definitely not in a relationship with him though and you probably have to deal with him walking around shirtless all the fine and looking fine, the toy is a vibrator

a/n: thinking about them a lot recently

Sukuna is not amused. This is not his fault.

If you were going to be doing such private things, then you should lock your door.

"I can explain." You say.

Sukuna gives you a once-over. You're extremely calm for someone who's just had a ruined orgasm. The vibrator is still buzzing a little away from where you'd given up on trying to turn it off and just thrown it to the side for hopes of bringing some small sense of decency back onto your naked form. The blanket is haphazardly tossed over your legs.

It barely covers you.

You're wearing a big t-shirt and nothing else on the bottom half. He got a pretty good glimpse in your panic anyways — wet, wanting, twitching... He can't seem to get it out of his mind anymore.

An eerie acceptance settles over your face. It must be the adrenaline, Sukuna deducts.

"Okay." Sukuna says, crossing his arms and pushing the door closed behind him. "Explain."

"Well." And you have the audacity to hesitate on your words still, as though he isn't already wasting his time and attention on you. "You should knock." Pause. "Next time."

Sukuna lets out a barking laugh. "There won't be a next time, brat." He stalks over to you. It's a bit more imposing than you would imagine, especially when his eyes are scanning over your form as though he's already eating you up in his mind. He decides to toss a side-glance to your vibrator in an attempt to embarrass you further, before drawing his attention back to you.

It works, a brief flicker of panic exposing itself on your face as you seem to finally catch up to the situation.

"Just ask. But don't try to be cute about it." Sukuna continues.

"Sukuna?" You ask timidly, still trying to figure out what he's actually proposing.

"I told you not to be cute about it."

That seems to rile you up, and you feel a flash of annoyance run through you. "I'm cute about everything."

You just get to finish your sentence, before he cups your jaw dangerously tight, tilting your face to look up at him. Perhaps you weren't such a quiet and innocent housemate after all. The way your cheeks squish together is kind of cute actually.

He thinks you might look better crying.

A sound between a questioning mumble and a choke leaves your throat. You open your mouth to say something else, but his fingers are already tracing down to your collarbone. He tilts his head slightly as he feels your breath hitch.

"Lie back." Sukuna says, nudging your shoulder a little.

It's a final warning, you realise. A checkpoint in deciding whether you want to continue or not.

You do follow his instructions, jerking slightly as he manages to slide his hand onto you and press down onto your sensitive clit. His hands quickly move to keep your legs open.

He stops moving for a bit and you peek up at him to see what he's doing. The vibrator is in his hand, looking rather small and pathetic.

"We'll see how easily you cum from this, and depending on whether you impress me..." His eyes travel from your lower half up to your eyes. "I'll show you how good it'll feel to take me."

Choso is polite about it. Every kiss you've shared with him has been soft, sweet even. He's never shown any particular interest in furthering it. It's why you're so oddly embarrassed when he walks in on you with your vibrator pressed against your clit.

"Choso!" You manage to slip the vibrator out of your hands and turn it off, ignoring the urge to pull the blankets over your head.

His face reveals no surprise, nor a blush. A feeling of insecurity runs through you and a stinging starts behind your eyes. Huh.

In the silence, he's staring very intently at your closed legs. He takes a step into the room, still saying nothing.

You jump slightly when he sits beside you on the bed. He's uncertain, bordering on nervous as his fingers twitch slightly.

It's quiet enough that you think you should say something.

"Choso—" You say again, in a softer, more reassuring tone.

He cuts you off. "I'll help."

The matter-of-fact tone makes you blush. You forget how straightforward he usually is.

You shake your head. "It's fine. If you're uncomfortable with it or you're not really sure, you don't need to—"

Choso reaches under the covers from where you've thrown your vibrator. The top of it still glistens with your slick. He takes it out, twisting it in his hand as though to investigate it. He presses the button until it vibrates a bit too loudly.

It's not a setting you usually would have set it on to start with.

"Just tell me what to do." He says.

Good thing there's a lot of different settings for him to play with under your guidance.

#eek thank you for all the love this one <3

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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worth the wait

for jjk valentine's day 2024

summary: you're all dressed up for yuki's return from her business trip. too bad she's going to leave you wanting and needy for a little bit longer.

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: NSFW content (under the cut!), reader wears lingerie, fem! reader, teasing, eating you out, tribadism/scissoring, fingering (a little), body worship, calls you needy, sweet thing and princess

The image shows up sent, but undelivered yet again. There’s a thread of three images: a close-up shot of all the little details on your two piece lingerie, a mirror selfie, and then a shot of your hand artfully placed over your bare stomach as you lay down.

Yuki’s flight was supposed to land three hours ago. From there it’s a 45-minute cab ride to your shared apartment. You had still been waiting patiently in bed during hour one, knowing that delays were inevitable, but by the second hour, your frustration had kicked in and you’d decided to anxiously pace instead. She’d promised to be home on time for a quiet night with you, but there’s only so much power she has over these kinds of circumstances.

That doesn’t mean you can’t be annoyed about it.

With a huff, you sink down onto the couch, arms crossed. At least if she saw the message you wouldn’t feel so upset. You’re just about to call it a day and pull on a big t-shirt to get comfy, maybe make dinner for one, when the front door shakes slightly. Quickly following the noise was a jingle of keys falling onto the floor.

“Shit.”

It’s Yuki’s voice. A brief flicker of joy churns in your chest, before you remember her lack of response and the annoyance settles back in. Even so you find yourself practically bouncing over to open the door for her, forgetting about your current state of dress. The frustrated look on your face fades into a smile as you see her. She looks weary, but she still manages to shoot you a winning smile.

“Hey. Look at you.” Her voice drops to a purr as her eyes slowly travel up your bare legs, to the panties that barely cover you, and landing finally on the lacey bra that’s showing a lot more than it covers.

In just one devouring look, you’ve forgotten about your earlier annoyance of her being late. Instead a blush burns on your cheeks. Yuki doesn’t even show any sign of being surprised, even though she hadn’t seen the messages. The messages! She catches on to your facial expression as the thought crosses your mind.

“Sorry.” She says apologetically. “My phone got absolutely destroyed in a fight, so I couldn’t text you at all.”

A dramatic groan exits her throat. It all happens quickly – her rough kick at her carry-on bag to send it into the apartment, one hand holding onto your waist to push you stumbling backwards as she pushes the front door closed behind her and buries her face into the crook of your neck.

“Did you get all dressed up for me? Hope you took some pretty photos of it before it gets all dirty and ruined by you.” She kisses your ear. With both hands holding onto your waist, she’s half-pushing, half-carrying you until you’re back in the bedroom where you had been waiting your evening away.

The reminder of it makes you furrow your eyebrows together. “I was in the right mood before…” You let your sentence trail off, squirming under her scrutinising gaze.

It doesn’t phase her in the slightest. “Want some help warming up?”

That smile of hers is very difficult to say no to.

Yuki likes to take her time.

Even with exhaustion written all over her features, she seems determined to tease you incessantly. It starts with wandering hands, and an intense furrow between her brows as she takes in the way your skin bends and complies to her squeezes. It’s almost as though she’s searing this–you–into her memory. She kneels between your legs, keeping them spread apart in a firm hold that makes you whimper at how easily she moves you around.

She pulls you down to kiss you tenderly, mouth barely brushing against yours. All you can feel is the plushness of her mouth and her warm breath as she teases you. It’s you that has to chase after her lips and she laughs as you do so, just staying out of reach.

“Needy little thing. I thought I taught you better than this.” Yuki’s fingers tighten their hold around your spread thighs. She leaves a string of kisses across your cheek instead, giving your skin tiny licks as she does so. You’re so sure she mumbles an apology at one point, but she quickly follows it up with her hands pinching at your still-covered nipple. She’s not obviously teasing, but it’s enough to make you restless.

Her hands move so slowly, latching onto every patch of bare skin with renewed enthusiasm. She’s not satisfied until she hears any sound come out of your mouth at her touching, and then she’ll move on to the next location. There’s no surprises. All her movements are easy to follow, one after the other: her fingers grazing over your waist until you giggle, a breath of throaty laughter in your ear as you squirm at her digging her knuckles into your shoulders, her hands splayed over the top of your thighs… and then the movement of her hands running up your whole body to do it all over again.

Finally, she unclasps the top piece of your lingerie, letting it fall partway down your front before she envelops one of your nipples into her warm mouth. A kiss for the other one. It sends a lightning throb of pleasure through your chest. A kiss in the centre of your chest. Every breath feels shorter than the next. You haven’t even realised that your arms are tensed by your sides, holding you up so that you’re still sitting. Yuki squishes your sides and your tummy again, forcing a giggle from your throat that fades into a moan when she drags a finger up your clothed slit.

“Aww, sweet thing.” The end of her words is accompanied by a well-timed nibble on your shoulder. “If I could, I’d just touch you like this for the next few hours. But you already look all needy.” Her fingers are back to running over your bare skin instead of where you’re starting to feel an ache for her. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are already blown. With the lingerie top hanging off you, you’re the very picture of debauchery. Just the way Yuki likes you. “C’mon then.”

One piece of clothing finally comes sliding off, leaving you in just your panties. She kneels down carelessly in front of you, her hands greedily gripping onto your hips as she blows warm air towards your aching core. She kisses your covered clit with a messy and loud ‘mwah’ that has you trying to close your legs, although you’re not sure whether it’s out of embarrassment or pleasure. But she doesn’t let you. In a motion that seems effortless, she hooks your legs over her shoulders, locking you into place.

“Stay still, princess. And I promise I’ll give you a good reward for it, okay?” Yuki sends you a wink which has you squirming in protest.

Before you can voice your distress, she’s touching your heat with her pretty fingers, pulling your panties to the side and teasing your hole open. And she knows just how to do it right as well; knows exactly where to press down on your inner thighs with her other hand to have you aching for just a little more pleasure. It’s so slow, the way she traces your hole with two of her fingers, occasionally flicking up towards your sensitive bud.

“Mmh… Yuki!” To your dismay, your voice stutters through your uneven breathing as she touches you.

“Here?” Yuki murmurs, turning her head to nibble your thigh and giving the bare patch of skin a kitten lick. “You’re all shaky. Don’t go shy on me now. You were so upset when I came back late. Aren’t you going to tell me off?”

You don’t want to. You don’t even remember that she came back late, too busy focused on her fingers, too busy wanting her mouth–

Yuki pauses, grinning between your legs. “Easy. Tell me off and don’t hold back about it.” This isn’t fair.

You let out a frustrated sound, inching towards the edge of the bed to be closer to her face. She follows your movements, pulling back slightly.

“You should have taken better care of your phone–” A gasp leaves your lips as she sucks your clit into her mouth gently. How the hell does she want you to tell her off when she’s so determined to please you? “Should’ve gotten a new– ahh– one…”

“That’s the best you can do?” She’s speaking directly into your heat. It feels hot. Her tongue dives inside, and you lose your mind. A swath of pleasure courses through your veins and your hips jerk uncontrollably into her warm mouth. Good thing she’s got such a good grip on you. It’s so wet, and it sounds so sloppy, the way that her mouth sucks and the way her tongue curls into you. It’s not enough to hit that spot, but it’s enough for you to jerk forward, a hand twining through her hair desperately.

A low whine leaves your lips. She continues her action, squeezing your thighs every time they clench. You’re not even sure how she’s still managing to keep your legs spread apart from how tightly you’re trying to curl them around her head, but she seems to be enjoying it. Her fingers join the mix as her mouth moves to your clit, and suck hard, just as her fingers push their way inside you. Too easy. The moan that leaves her mouth, along with a breathless mumble of your name has you mewling again.

You should probably feel embarrassed at how quickly they slide in, but you’re too distracted by the way her fingers curve up, right onto a spot that has your mind blanking. It comes all too suddenly, the sudden onslaught of pleasure causing the tightening in your stomach to release.

“Yuki– that feels really– mnh!”

Her eyes look up at you, noting the way your head tilts back slightly, the red flush covering your cheeks and waits for you to look at her again. “There you are.”

Your arms are trembling from the exertion of holding yourself up, and from the constant flexing of muscles as Yuki touches your sensitive bud and sends a pleasurable tremor through your whole body again. “Yuki.” You breathe out. Her mouth is wet from you.

“Mmm, yes?” She must know how she looks while kneeling in between your legs like that with that innocent smile on her face. A laugh sneaks out from her throat as your mouth drops open. Yuki traces two fingers up and down your slick. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to talk too much.”

Your hips jerk in sensitivity. A thrill of desperation runs through you when she pulls her fingers away, a sticky trail following her action. Pleasure thrums through your thighs at the thought of more. It must be messy. You must have made that mess. Your heart rate picks up again. Yuki licks her lips before she says her next words.

“I know what you’re really after.” She pulls away from you and another whine leaves your lips at the loss of her warm mouth. “Shh, you’ve been so good to me so far, so compliant. Don’t stop now.” She eases out of her clothing easily, tossing it to the side as she clambers on top of you, moving you further back onto the bed like it’s nothing.

Her voice continues as she adjusts the both of you, wrapping one of your legs around her waist. “You don’t want something filling you up today, huh? You just want me on top.”

“What?” You ask breathlessly. You can feel it. She’s wet too, she must be for those sorts of sounds to be heard from where she’s using her hips to grind against you. “You always have so much to s– mnh!” She presses down hard with her hips, just at where both your sensitive buds brush against each other.

She leans down, pressing your chests against each other briefly and you can feel her heart racing as she pants.

“Sometimes.” She whispers into your ear, pushing against you harder at an angle that has you slack-jawed. “You’re so needy. And when you want something inside…” Somehow she manages to slide her fingers in during her motions, pulling it out quickly and you can feel your walls flutter at the loss.

“Y-Yuki–”

“You’ll beg and whine.” She stresses the words, leaning back up again to go a little faster. She doesn’t let your leg slide off her waist, holding onto you tightly to keep her stable on top. “Just like how you are now.”

All you can do is cling onto her waist as she moves on top of you fluidly.

“Always so messy.” She coos, wiping a sweaty strand of hair away from your face . “You never let me take my time with you, huh?”

It’s overwhelming, and you think you’re blabbering some nonsense about how it feels good, but it doesn’t even sound like words to you. You’re too far gone with how her hips are moving against yours; slowly, but somehow, sending so much through your body.

“But you like this.” She slows again, moving her hips in a circling motion as you try to catch your breath. “You’d prefer me to just take you, right?”

Your voice shakes and you’re writhing under her touch, but she’s a little too accustomed to keeping you still. “It’s too much!” Gasping, you feel your mind become overtaken with pleasure. You can feel Yuki, all warm, her weight pressing down on you pleasurably into the sheets. You can feel another tightening in your belly, and it’s hot. It’s really, really hot. A breath of her name leaves your lips instead.

“Thought of you a lot while I was gone.” She murmurs, pushing into you a little harder. “How did I know I’d come home to you dressed up as a little present for me to unwrap?”

It’s the sound of her excited laugh that finally pushes you over the edge, a white-hot searing feeling thrumming through your body. Just seeing you lose control under her has her reaching her high too, letting out a breath of your name that you don’t hear through your pounding heart and ringing in your ears.

You throw your arm over your eyes, trying to catch your breath. Yuki’s hands massage your shoulders, once, twice, and then she pulls back tenderly. Letting go of your leg comes first, and then she kneels between your legs again. A choked whine leaves your lips as you feel her kiss your clit. It’s too much. Thankfully, she realises it too and lets you try to relax on your own. Every slow movement sends an electric thrum through your body as you try to stretch out your body. It doesn’t hurt. It just still feels a little too good.

“So, Valentine’s Day, huh?” Yuki’s voice breaks through your clouded head. It sounds slightly muffled. Slowly, you let your arm fall off your face, staring at the ceiling.

“Mhm.” You voice back, throat still spent from half-heard moans and trying to speak while your body shakes with aftershocks of pleasure.

Yuki places a kiss on your forehead, arranging you properly onto the mattress. A small grunt leaves your lips as she sits on top of you. She tilts her head, keeping you in her line of vision. “I didn’t know you were the type to want to celebrate things like that.”

You shrug your shoulders. There’s a pause and you dare to peek at her face. Her expression is neutral, but you know better. It’s her thinking face. What could she possibly be thinking about? Was it weird?

In all your time together, you’d never really made a big deal of celebrations. Neither had she. She was happy with whatever you wanted, whether it be a party or something with just the two of you. Tsukumo Yuki is no pushover. She argued calmly, never raising her voice. You met her friends and she met yours, and they were all such wildly different and interesting people that you’d started to realise where her confident and bold nature had arisen from. You often lost track of all the people she knew. The perks of travelling the world, you decided.

She laughs, loudly and unashamed. It should startle you, but it just makes you look in her direction instead.. “Something funny?”

“No.” Yuki leans down, elbows placed above your shoulders as her hand delicately runs through your hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You curl your fingers to the side of her cheek, sliding your fingers through some of her hair. “Mmh. You’re upset because you didn’t plan anything for us, huh?”

Her eyes close briefly as she feels your touch. She shrugs, and thankfully, there’s no sign of an apology on her face. “Next time.”

“Oh, there’s a next time?”

“I’m going somewhere next month.” She ignores your question, moving to sit beside you instead, stretching her legs out unabashedly, taking up space like she always did. You move to sit up beside her as well, eyes not moving off her lips mouthing off her words.

“Oh.” Without meaning to, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest. There’s never anything wrong with her business trips. She made reasons to go places but she always came home to you. She always made sure that you knew that you never strayed from her thoughts while she was overseas. It was like this before you’d started dating. Still. Something about her bringing it up to you now felt insincere, like she was pushing herself away from you. You two were dating, sure. Did she love you? Did you love her? Did that even matter at this point in time?

Yuki turns her head to face you properly, and you can finally see her face. It causes an odd thump in your heart. Her face is relaxed and her eyebrows aren’t lightly furrowed in thought like they usually are. There are still things you don’t know about her.

“I want you to come with me.” She says simply, as though those words haven’t frozen you in place.

This is new. This is unexpected. Tsukumo Yuki might as well have just proposed.

Your fists clench on the mattress. “I don’t have the money or the time set aside right now to–”

“My treat. I’ll pay.” She cuts you off.

It means more than that. You can see it in her eyes, the calculating tilt of her head as though she’s wondering what you’ll say next. She never minces words and says whatever she thinks or feels out loud brashly. So why did it feel like she was dancing around something else here?

Your response comes out as a mumble, still trying to catch up with what’s actually going on. “Okay.”

“Just okay?!”

You nod. She responds to your acceptance by grumbling something under her breath. It has you leaning closer, trying to figure out what she said. “What was that?”

“I said,” she pauses in favour of swiping a thumb over your cheek, sighing. “That I don’t know what I expected.”

You blink up her confusedly. Your mind is still a little bleary, and you’re sure you’re going to fall asleep soon. Your whole body feels the happy tiredness that comes after every session with Yuki. But you refuse to let it take over. Not before you know. Not before she tells you what’s really on her mind.

“Look.” She sighs again, turning to face you properly and crossing her legs. “This is new to me.”

Dazed, you feel yourself laugh at the thought. You were friends before this. You were one of the many people she met up with when she craved friendly company, and then suddenly she wasn’t. Suddenly, you were going on dates and moving in together. For some reason, the thought of this being new to her was hilarious.

“I’m being serious!” She says back, not in an annoyed way, but rather like stating a fact. “You, me, I’ve never done this before. Taking things further has never been something I’ve thought about.” Her voice trails off. “I like this though.”

You feel your breath hitch. There it was – unequivocal truths.

“When I was away this time, I kept thinking about you, waiting at home. And then when I was at the airport, without my phone…” She rolls her eyes at the memory, raising an eyebrow at you when you chuckle. “I was really thinking about how awful it was that I couldn’t contact you in some way, to tell you that I was coming home.”

There’s an odd stress on her final word. You think you get it now. “Hmm,” is all you reply with.

“So it makes sense that I’d want you to come with me. Then I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

You snort. “Solving the problem as it comes your way, huh?”

“Obviously.” She smiles at you, running a hand through your hair and nudging you closer to her bare form. She only continues once you’re comfortably leaning against her side. A loud, contented sigh leaves her lips. “So come with me.” She whispers, so that only you can hear it, even though it’s only you two in this room.

You nod, feeling her kiss your head. “Okay.”

#icymi <3

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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flattery

for jjk valentine's day 2024

summary: he invites you to hang out (fuck) on valentine's day

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: NSFW content (under the cut!), minors DNI, fem! reader, no curses AU, fwb relationship, FINGERS IN MOUTH, sukuna bites you, sucking him off, he calls you princess + brat, he's big and a little mean but he gives you praise (and begrudgingly gives you aftercare), he likes you messy, he tries to be in control but reader's kinda bratty

divider from @/cafekitsune!

Sukuna opens his apartment door, a look of disapproval already plastered on his face before he’s even made eye contact with you. It’s a sharp contrast to the cheeky smile you’re giving him. He doesn’t invite you in yet, merely leans against his door frame with his arms crossed, giving you a greedy once-over. Awful. A cold breeze ruffles your dress and you shiver. Tilting your head sheepishly, your hands reach down to readjust the bottom of your dress, fingers tantalisingly lingering on your upper thigh before retreating to your side.

Sukuna’s mouth twitches at the action. “Don’t act coy.” He murmurs finally, offering a hand for you to take.

You accept, fingers resting on his palm while you bow dramatically. “I’m so flattered that you called on me today, out of all of your maidens.” A familiar dramatism lingers throughout your form, even as your head tilts upwards to catch his reaction.

“There isn’t a string of maidens.” He’s watching you carefully, unperturbed by your over the top attitude. He’s probably grown used to it after all this time. “You’re the only one.”

A beat of silence.

“The only one who sticks around as your friend, you mean.” The denial leaves your lips before you can really process what he’s even said.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “If there was anyone else, you’d be the first to know.” He huffs. “Because I’ll stop calling you.”

Your heart does an odd little skip, and you ignore it. He’s being honest, you think. You can’t really tell. Maybe he’s just messing with you. The urge to avoid whatever he’s making you feel is strong.

You snort. “Okay, never pegged you for a liar.” You take your hand off of his palm, and squeeze past him to enter his living room. There’s a sound that sounds like frustration from Sukuna as you do so, and the door is left to slam shut as he trails after you.

“I’m not lying.” Sukuna grabs onto your wrist, pulling you towards the couch instead of the bedroom.

You let him, feeling a gentle heat brewing in your stomach as you remember what you’ve really shown up here for. “Huh.” You say intelligently. He really does look pretty from the back as he’s pulling you gently across the room. “You were feeling lonely or something on Valentine’s Day? Felt like you were missing out?” You tease, twirling a piece of hair around your hand with an overemphasised giggle.

Sukuna doesn’t let you contemplate your words any further, shutting you up by pulling you into his chest and tilting your chin up so he can kiss you. “You really have a lot to say today, you know?” He mumbles against your lips, pulling back so you can see his annoyed face. A thumb immediately presses over the middle of your mouth as you open your mouth indignantly to retort. He groans, eyes closed. “Please. Just be quiet.” It almost sounds like he’s mumbling the last part to himself.

“Make me.”

Your eyes are bright and cheeky. Sukuna decides he wants to stamp out your bratty behaviour before you realise that you’re really getting under his skin.

“Oh, this is how you want today to play out?”

You’re laughing, even as he’s roughly pulling off your clothes and pressing his lips to yours, only breaking apart briefly when you accidentally knock over one of his lamps in the midst of it. You both look at it before looking back at each other.

A guilty look is on your face. “Oops.” But when it’s combined with that wide smile on your face, he knows you don’t really mean it.

Sukuna chases after your lips, holding you tightly against him, kissing you again and again until you’re both a little breathless and until you’re both finally bare. He can feel you thinking about something, even as he runs his teeth up your neck.

“You’re acting kind of weird today.”

“Mm? How so?” He pairs the question with a sharp bite to your shoulder, lips curling into a smile when he hears you let out a surprised squeak. It doesn’t bleed, merely tinged red. He knows your limits, and he knows how much pressure he’d need to put through to really make you bleed. But neither of you are in the mood for that today.

You shiver in his grasp, and his arms circle around you tighter so that you can’t move away from the sting of his teeth.

“You’re…” You bite back your words, eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t good. You should be focusing on the moment, not on letting your thoughts wander off. But still, this feels weirdly like foreplay. Usually, the most foreplay Sukuna indulged you with were lovingly traded insults and harsh words, but these kisses and the way his hands are clutching you feels a bit more than usual. “Never mind.”

Sukuna pulls back, squeezing your hips. “Spit it out.” He says, annoyed now.

“Nope.”

He grumbles something that suspiciously sounds like an insult against you into the crook of your neck, but he lets it go. Instead, he’s nudging you to your knees in front of his hard length while he settles onto his couch. He doesn’t need to tell you what to do, you’re already kneeling in front of him, licking your lips in anticipation. You lick up his cock tentatively. Another grumble of annoyance leaves his lips as he pats your cheek with his fingers. “Open up. You want to impress me, right? You’ll need to really get into it if you want to be filled up.” He narrows his eyes. “Especially with your attitude today.”

Sukuna slides a thumb past your lips, groaning as you start to suck without any further instruction. It’s a sound that sends a heat down to your core. “There we go.” He hisses, swapping his thumb for two of his fingers that he uses to press down on your tongue. A spluttering, choking sound comes from your throat as he pushes his fingers to the back of your mouth without any warning, but he doesn’t stop. His eyes narrow. “Nervous today?” He asks, nonchalantly. And you know he expects you to answer, even with your mouth full.

You shake your head, too busy tensing your thighs together at the low whisper of his voice.

“You’re usually more prepared than this.” He mutters, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “Alright, come here.” He pats his leg and you clamber up onto it eagerly. His thigh tenses under you as he realises how wet you already are. “If you make a mess, princess.” Sukuna says the pet name with barely any semblance of fondness. “I’ll make you clean it up.” He places two fingers into your mouth again, letting out a breathy laugh when he feels you clench your thighs around his at the comment. “Suck.”

Two fingers turn into three, and he’s not satisfied until he’s got you rocking your hips in small motions against his leg, hoping for more friction. He doesn’t tense up his thigh again, only watching you with a piercing gaze as your mouth pulls his fingers in and back out again. Sukuna pushes his fingers to the back of your throat once more, dragging them out slowly and praising you with a whistle of satisfaction as a strand of saliva clings to his fingers, snapping midway and leaving a trickle of drool down the side of your mouth. You whine, hands perched on his upper thigh as you grind your hips a little harder.

“Hey.” He cups your cheek in a rare act of kindness, swiping a thumb over your drool. “You look all fucked out already.” His voice is soft, almost affectionate as he leans in, speaking against your lips. You shake your head at the thought. You’re just imagining things in the heat of the moment. You try to move your hips a little faster, but he stills you with his hand, pushing you down until you’re seated properly on his thigh. Sukuna rolls his eyes, nudging you off him and situating you between his legs again. This feels more familiar.

He lets you touch him for a bit, letting your hands pump his length briefly and allows you to press kisses to his tip as he shudders. You drag your warm tongue along his shaft, taking him into your mouth before letting go with a satisfied pop. Sukuna’s stomach tenses as you do so, only relaxing once you go back to your gentle, peppering kisses. It doesn’t take long before he’s annoyed by your gentleness, and his hand comes up to twist at the roots of your hair.

“Stop messing around and just…” A sigh leaves his throat as he pushes you down onto his cock, getting you to take him inch by inch. He doesn’t really let you catch your breath, too busy with how pliant you are once he really tells you what he wants. He holds you there once he hits the back of your throat, until you’re scratching at his bare thigh, and he lets you go with a sharp breath, a little dribbly and sloppy. It’s a little too messy. “I like you better like this, you know.” He grunts, his other hand brushing your hair out of your face for you. “It’s so much nicer when you just take it.”

He laughs, a mean-spirited tone in it that has you sending him a small glare, even as you’re hungrily glancing at his cock again.

“Mmm, c’mon gorgeous, let me guide you a little. You prefer it that way, right?” He smirks down at you, and you throb painfully at the thought of him finally filling you up like he promised. Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to nod, holding one hand onto the back of your head and coaxing you to open your mouth again for him. And you do. Perhaps a little too willingly, as your mouth fills with the taste of him. His fingers entangle themselves into your hair, and every tightened grasp has you moaning around his length. He’s close, you can feel it in the way that his length throbs in your mouth. There’s barely any warning, only a deep grunt from Sukuna before he releases into your mouth. Good thing he’s given you so much training in your previous meetups.

You pull off him as he finishes spurting, closing your full mouth and looking up at him with affectionate wide eyes. More dramatism. You’d thought Sukuna would roll his eyes, but he’s only got his eyes on you, slightly dazed from his release. You decide to bring his focus back properly, swallowing the bitter taste of his cum and letting your tongue hang out with a happy smile to show him it’s all gone. It’s an image you know will sear into his mind for days to come.

A small feeling of victory sprouts in your chest, his cock twitches at the sight and his jaw falls open slightly. Sukuna clears his throat, pulling you up to stand by your arm and pushing his lips on yours before you can protest. It’s careless and sloppy, all tongues mashing together and he ends it as abruptly as it began, giving you a pat on your cheek again before he’s turning you around so you’re facing away from him.

He pushes into you slowly, a stretch that has your eyes rolling up into your head and a quiet huff of pleasure leaves his lips. Sukuna’s weirdly kind enough today to rub your clit in slow circles to take your mind off of it. But it’s only for the initial stretch. He’s pulled you down by your hips onto him once he notices your form relaxing at his fingers, and you whimper at the feeling.

“Shh, shh. You can take it, I know you can.” Sukuna traitorously rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your waist as though he hasn’t just bullied his way inside you.

“Too b-big. Wait–” You whimper out, sentence broken once he gives a small jerk of his hips and you’re reminded that you’re seated in his lap, all filled out. You cry out his name instead.

Sukuna laughs, grazing his hands up and down your sides. “Look at that.” He marvels, tracing a finger from your neck to the bottom of your spine. “Took me all in one go.” He spanks your ass lightly, seething as you clench around him. “You’re clinging onto me so tightly. Talk all you want, but you like me being mean to you, huh? You wouldn’t keep coming back if I was nice to you.” A stuttering breath leaves his lips as you clench down again at his words. “Thought so.”

You squirm in his lap, only thinking about how it’ll feel when he’s pounding into you, filling you up again and again until you’re satisfied. Your actions are quickly stopped.

“Why the rush? I’m not bored of this sight yet.” His hands have clamped around your thighs, halting your movements. “Stay still.” There’s a warning edge to his voice that makes you listen, stilling your resistance against his hands and ignoring the urge to whimper indignantly at his command.

“S-Sukuna–!” You’re babbling and he hasn’t even started yet. But it’s not enough. Between the brief moments of grinding on his thigh and just sitting on him as he fills you up, it’s definitely not enough. The warmth in your stomach is building slowly, going nowhere.

His hand gently caresses the sides of your neck, hovering his fingers around it and letting go. If you could see him, you’d see the admiration on his face. But you don’t. A feeling of frustration overtakes your mind instead.

“What’s that?” The cocky smirk on his face bleeds into his words. “C’mon, use your big girl words.” He thrusts his hips up into you quickly, squeezing your hips again when you moan out. “You’ve always been such a brat, with so much to say. It’s nicer to hear you like this — desperate and needy.” A hand wraps around you to tickle your clit, hissing as he feels you tighten around his cock.

“I’m… I’m not desperate.” You still fight him, although you quickly regret it once you feel his hands leave your skin. You whimper out his name at the loss of the pleasurable touches, turning your head around to try to look at him.

Sukuna’s words cause you to freeze. “If you turn around to look at me, I’ll leave you here like this.”

You dutifully turn your head back to the front, wiggling your hips slowly at how full you feel. It’s enough, just barely enough for a twinge of pleasure to run through you, but you know it could feel better. It’s not enough to calm the heat between your legs. You feel yourself squirm again at the sensation of some of your wetness leaking out of you in your desperation. “Hmm. Why don’t you try it then, princess?” He’s mocking again, and you whine as you feel it light something inside you. “Use me a little.”

“I don’t know if I can.” You sob at the idea, achingly moving your hips up and down as you try to mimic the pleasure you know he can offer.

“Try.” He orders.

Your breathing comes out shakily as your hands come up to your chest to play with your nipples, while his hands finally move back to rest on your hips. He really doesn’t move, even holding back any moans that threaten to slip out so that all you can hear is your own thumping heartbeat and quiet mewls as you feel him filling you while your hips thrust. It’s not until your hands are down on his knees and you’re frowning with frustration that he chuckles.

“Want some help?”

“Please, Sukuna!” You turn your head to meet his gaze and he gets a full view of your pitiful expression, tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. He gives you a mocking replica, all pouty lips and a hand coming up to stroke your chin.

“Keep trying, as hard as you can.” He coaxes you instead, and you do, until a faint tinge of exhaustion creeps up on you again and you shiver, hands desperately trying to reach behind you to grab onto him for a reason you can’t even think of through the dissatisfaction.

Sukuna’s on to you as soon as you reach for him, pulling your arms back towards him so that you’re left arching against his chest while he thrusts up into you. It’s hard and fast, just the way he knows you like. “There, there. You did such a good job at trying.” He sneers. “I suppose you deserve some sort of reward.”

It’s a punishing pace he sets, emptying your mind with nothing but pleasure from being filled up over and over again. This angle has him reaching your soft, sensitive spot easily, and you choke everytime he does, your mind blanking. His hand comes down to your clit to toy with it, holding your wrists behind you with his other hand now. You're squirming and moving so much, and you know it’s taking most of his efforts just to keep you still. But you’re not thinking about that too much, too busy focusing on the way he feels inside you and the coil in your belly tightening. Your breathing quickens and you lean your head back onto his shoulder as you feel yourself going weak, your mind going blank–

Sukuna bites you on the shoulder. His teeth sinks into your skin, just enough to draw a prickle of blood, and it has you trembling from the feel of it. The sudden pain mixed in with his thick cock filling you up is what sends you over the edge, thrashing in his hold as you whine out his name. He follows soon after, with a kiss against where he bit you, releasing hot spurts into you that has you wriggling in his lap from the sensitivity.

It’s quiet after, only the sounds of your breathing. You’re slowly coming down from your high, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back and his breathing on your skin.

“F-felt good…” You huff out, your whole body limp against him.

He lets out a quiet ‘tsk’, but doesn’t seem to mind your weight, a hand trailing circles around your stomach. “I know.” He nibbles at your neck, smiling as he feels you tremble. “Where do you feel me?” He mumbles quietly into your hair, and you use what strength you have to push his palm over where his length reaches inside you.

You feel his cock throb inside you, and you let out a pleasured sound. “Just right.” You mumble.

“Really?” There’s a bite to his voice that has you knowing that you’re about to be teased incessantly. “I could have sworn you were moaning about how big it was earlier.”

You don’t give him a response, still feeling small waves of pleasure shudder through your form. He gives you a couple more lingering touches along your skin, and then he’s lifting you off him, placing you down onto the side of the couch to lay down.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Sukuna frowns at you, noticing the distraught look on your face.

Now that the main event is over and done with, you know you’re supposed to leave. But some weird part of you wants to stay, and unable to voice it, you feel your bottom lip tremble. Your face scrunches up, and you feel a little empty – not just because he’s not filling you up anymore, but also from an ache in your chest.

Sukuna lets out an annoyed sigh, but pats your leg gently. “Alright, fine. A needy thing like you probably wants cuddles and affection, right?”

You nod, closing your eyes from embarrassment. You’re never like this with him, but after all the oddly kind way he was treating you today, on top of all the other things you’re familiar with from him, you seem to want a little more. And the fact that he wasn’t chasing you out sends a feeling of hope through your heart. You’re not really expecting him to go along with your whims, so when he pulls you into his chest, lifting you up off the bed into a bridal carry to the bathroom, you’re a little surprised.

Sukuna chuckles at the squeak leaving your raw throat. “You sound like a parrot.”

“Shut up.” You mumble. He doesn’t say anything to that.

He makes sure you’re steady on your feet when he places you down before leaving you to turn on the shower. He returns to your side as you both wait for the water to warm up.

“Stupid.” Sukuna grumbles, shaking his head at your antics with a slight fondness for you. You dare to peek up at his face at his word, only to find he’s already looking at you. As soon as he notices your gaze, he trades the slight curve on his lips for a neutral expression. He crosses his arms over his chest. “You look so enticing when you’re all pouty like that.”

Before you can object, his hands are already feeling around your midriff, tugging your weak legs towards him and catching you as you stumble into his waiting arms.

“Don’t worry, brat.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that definitely has you worried. “I’ll take really good care of you.”

#icymi <3

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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>:)

#he looks so scrumptious omg #jjk #— art reblogs #sukuna

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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#— alathea speaks #digging through my google docs and i found so many drabbles/fics from 2022 that i never posted??#what if i edited them and posted them.#most of them are tokyo revengers ahh

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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it’s valentine’s day, you clown

cw: 1.2k wc, blank blogs don't interact, something something your volleyball superstar boyfriend tooru flies home to surprise you only to pass out on your bed, this is my first ever hq fic and it's a complete coincidence that it's about him please be nice and don't make any assumptions

thank you @moondust-lore for reading this 🤍

His breathing stays regular and quiet as you crawl onto the mattress. Your bed is still somehow comically small and far from ideal to accomodate that unique ensemble of long limbs, study muscles and swooping brown hair. Yet his sleep is serene, features relaxed that fill your chest with warmth that almost prompts your fingers to run through smooth locks. How have they not been rendered thicker or dry by the sea salt yet?

You’re careful as you snuggle closer to his broad back, not really wanting to wake him up. A small smile creeps onto your lips at the thought of how tired he must’ve been, couldn’t even bother to properly slip underneath the covers, knocked out in seconds. Flying all the way to Japan, travelling for almost 24 full hours to surprise someone must do that to a person.

The shock has worn out, the sensation of your heart being one second from bursting and exploding into a million golden confetti has dimmed. Now your head feels clear enough for your mind to be focusing on the important stuff, the mundane thoughts you didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on for months are a messy but colorful vortex. Would he like the usual for dinner? Does the uniform or any shirts need some ironing? Yes, yes, Tooru favors dry cleaners because they’re practical and he’s rich but you desperately want to contribute. You want proof that he’s home, actually home. With his big designer suitcases and wrinkled shirts and ridiculously expensive glasses and a smile that still shifts your world’s axis.

You allow yourself to scoot closer, until your nose brushes against his shoulder. He radiates a comforting warmth and smells nice as always. Of sunscreen, beaches, the cologne you have bought for his birthday. As you shut your eyes, memories from the previous night start slowly blurring the edges of your consciousness and lull you to sleep.

“Shit! Fuck!” you jolt awake at the unexpected profanities, the last thing you remember dreaming about including tanned skin and a much more peaceful scenery made of rolling waves and golden, powdery sand.

“What… what’s wrong?!”

Oikawa Tooru is looking at your with what could be only defined as a glare. Eyes squinted, accusatory worry lines and all.

“You let me sleep? Why were you sleeping too instead of waking me up? It’s late!” his pitch gets higher with each word and by the end of the fully formed sentence you’re grimacing. The awfully old digital alarm clock on your nighstand flashes a red 11:05 PM.

“I’m sorry!” you panic “I didn’t mean to fall asleep! I know it’s late but I can probably put something together for dinner anyway? Are you that hungry? Wait, actually, let me get something delivered and…”

Now he’s staring with an openly outraged look on his pretty face, which makes you think finishing the thought probably isn’t the smartest idea.

“You… don’t want me to order in? I mean, fine, you can pick any local restaurant or takeaway, I don’t really ca-”

“Are you stupid?”

Ok, well. That feels unfair.

“I already apologized for falling asleep, no need to be a jerk” now you’re squinting your eyes at him. One eye. The other is being relentlessly rubbed.

“You’re right” he sighs and his massive shoulders slump, head hanging low like a wounded animal “it’s not your fault. I’m the dumb one. Couldn’t even set an alarm”

“I think you’re blowing this out of proportion, we can still eat something. If you’re worrying about your sleep schedule, I’m sure I can find some sleeping pills or…”

Oikawa looks at you, exasperated.

“That’s definitely not what I’m worried about”

“What the hell are you worried about, then?”

“It’s valentine’s day, you clown”

You blink back your surprise, his fond eye roll not easing the heat that takes over your face as realization finally dawns on you. “That’s… that’s why you flew here?”

Tooru leans forward to lightly flick your forehead. A car passes down the street, the light bleeding through your shades brightens the room for a moment and you catch the sincere amusement in his eyes.

“Yes, darling dearest. That’s exactly why I flew here. I was also supposed to make plans, take you out on a proper date, rob a flower shop from the inside out instead of passing out and drooling on your favorite duvet”

You stare back at his comical frown for a few seconds more before falling back into your pillows with a chuckle.

“Glad you think this is funny and not irredeemably gross. Stop giggling, let me think. I’m gonna go buy the most expensive champagne bottle and pick dandelions along the fucking sidewalk if I have to, and then-”

“Tooru”

“What?” he’s already swinging one leg over the edge of the bed “I’ll be quick”

“You’re here”

Oikawa snorts.

“Yes, I’m still here. Now, if you could kindly let go of my shirt…”

“I don’t want any of those things. You know I don’t want them”

He huffs and air comes out of his nose. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted it to be special” his tone is petulant but you recognize the real thing vibrating underneath, the genuine disappointment.

“It’s already special because you’re here. The only thing that could make it extra special is you filling this cold, empty spot next to me” you pat the covers with a lenient smile and Oikawa allows himself three seconds, three entire seconds to sulk and flash you those big, wet, sopping eyes with a pout that makes him less of a volleyball superstar and more of a kicked labrador puppy.

You welcome his painfully heavy body on top of yours, sharp angles and hard muscles that somehow melt perfectly in your embrace. He’s holding you so tight, head buried in the crook of your neck, soft hair tickling your cheek.

“I’m sorry” Tooru murmurs the apology quietly and seals it into your skin. You know he truly is, devastated as he always gets when something doesn’t go according to the plan. Always one for grandiose gestures and loud displays of affection, chasing whatever it takes to validate how he feels just in case the other person needs proof, always additional proof heaven forbid they feel neglected or get bored. His confidence wavering, his mind always running 100 miles an hour. Am I doing enough? Am I still enough?

“I love you” you reply for good measure and his arms tighten around your body.

But do I deserve it?

“Thank you for flying across the planet to get to me” you smile into his hair before kissing the side of his head “I missed you”

“I’d fly across the solar system to get to you” he’s smiling too, it’s in his voice.

“Corny” with a grin, you pinch his cheek until he looks up with an exaggerated, pained groan. But before he has the chance to protest, you take his disgustingly pretty face in your hands.

“Wherever you fly from, I’ll be there to welcome you home”

Tooru smiles into the kiss, chases your lips when you relax back into the pillows.

And I’ll spend my life trying to deserve it.

Good thing he has at least five different Havanna Alfajores variety boxes somewhere in one of those suitcases. And two tickets to fly back to Argentina.

#GONNA CRY #DJDJFKFKC #i miss him sm #the ache in my chest is so real omg #this was such a heartwarming read <3 #— comfort reads #— reblogs !#oikawa

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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gonna be a bit slow replying to my inbox ! super busy next few days for me :(

valentine's day treats!

pls request one character + one dessert per ask! if you are requesting multiple characters for the same dessert etc., please send them through as different requests ♡ the event will run until the end of february + they'll most likely be short drabbles]

characters can be chosen from: genshin, jjk, haikyuu, hsr (am unfamiliar with anyone from penacony, but am slowly playing through it!)

blueberry tarts: stressed? need a little comfort? don't worry, they'll find some way to give you a little pick-me-up [comfort]

sugar cookies: spending the day with you [fluff]

red velvet cake (+ a valentine's day related word of your choice): for a surprise! whatever fluff/nsfw option i've got inspiration for based on a valentine's day related word you send through as well!

chocolate strawberries: something a little spicier perhaps... (please send specifics if there's anything particular you want!) [NSFW]

#-- alathea updates

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astralstarlight · 2 months

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flattery

for jjk valentine's day 2024

summary: he invites you to hang out (fuck) on valentine's day

word count: 3.5k+

divider from @/cafekitsune!

Sukuna’s mouth twitches at the action. “Don’t act coy.” He murmurs finally, offering a hand for you to take.

“There isn’t a string of maidens.” He’s watching you carefully, unperturbed by your over the top attitude. He’s probably grown used to it after all this time. “You’re the only one.”

A beat of silence.

“The only one who sticks around as your friend, you mean.” The denial leaves your lips before you can really process what he’s even said.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “If there was anyone else, you’d be the first to know.” He huffs. “Because I’ll stop calling you.”

“I’m not lying.” Sukuna grabs onto your wrist, pulling you towards the couch instead of the bedroom.

“Make me.”

Your eyes are bright and cheeky. Sukuna decides he wants to stamp out your bratty behaviour before you realise that you’re really getting under his skin.

“Oh, this is how you want today to play out?”

A guilty look is on your face. “Oops.” But when it’s combined with that wide smile on your face, he knows you don’t really mean it.

“You’re acting kind of weird today.”

You shiver in his grasp, and his arms circle around you tighter so that you can’t move away from the sting of his teeth.

Sukuna pulls back, squeezing your hips. “Spit it out.” He says, annoyed now.

“Nope.”

You shake your head, too busy tensing your thighs together at the low whisper of his voice.

He laughs, a mean-spirited tone in it that has you sending him a small glare, even as you’re hungrily glancing at his cock again.

“Shh, shh. You can take it, I know you can.” Sukuna traitorously rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your waist as though he hasn’t just bullied his way inside you.

“Too b-big. Wait–” You whimper out, sentence broken once he gives a small jerk of his hips and you’re reminded that you’re seated in his lap, all filled out. You cry out his name instead.

You squirm in his lap, only thinking about how it’ll feel when he’s pounding into you, filling you up again and again until you’re satisfied. Your actions are quickly stopped.

Sukuna’s words cause you to freeze. “If you turn around to look at me, I’ll leave you here like this.”

“I don’t know if I can.” You sob at the idea, achingly moving your hips up and down as you try to mimic the pleasure you know he can offer.

“Try.” He orders.

“Want some help?”

It’s quiet after, only the sounds of your breathing. You’re slowly coming down from your high, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back and his breathing on your skin.

“F-felt good…” You huff out, your whole body limp against him.

You feel his cock throb inside you, and you let out a pleasured sound. “Just right.” You mumble.

“Really?” There’s a bite to his voice that has you knowing that you’re about to be teased incessantly. “I could have sworn you were moaning about how big it was earlier.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Sukuna frowns at you, noticing the distraught look on your face.

Sukuna lets out an annoyed sigh, but pats your leg gently. “Alright, fine. A needy thing like you probably wants cuddles and affection, right?”

Sukuna chuckles at the squeak leaving your raw throat. “You sound like a parrot.”

“Shut up.” You mumble. He doesn’t say anything to that.

He makes sure you’re steady on your feet when he places you down before leaving you to turn on the shower. He returns to your side as you both wait for the water to warm up.

Before you can object, his hands are already feeling around your midriff, tugging your weak legs towards him and catching you as you stumble into his waiting arms.

“Don’t worry, brat.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that definitely has you worried. “I’ll take really good care of you.”

#i can't write him super mean i'm sorry #i will one day #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #alathea's valentine's day 2024 fics!#ryomen sukuna #— alathea writes #jujutsu kaisen smut #valentine's day

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worth the wait

for jjk valentine's day 2024

summary: you're all dressed up for yuki's return from her business trip. too bad she's going to leave you wanting and needy for a little bit longer.

word count: 3.5k+

The image shows up sent but undelivered yet again. There’s a thread of three images: a close-up shot of all the little details on your two piece lingerie, a mirror selfie, and then a shot of your hand artfully placed over your bare stomach as you lay down.