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white-poppie · 2 years

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Fairytale

Character pairing: S. Ryomen x Gn! reader Genre: Fluff to Angst Rating: 11+ Warnings: death, crying, implicit mentions of sex, gore, mentions of prostitution and human sacrifice

Song recommendation: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

Vocabulary:

Kagami: Mirror|| Hitobashira: Human Sacrifice|| Onsen: Hot spring || Seinaru mizu: Holy Water

(I altered it up a bit more for the sake of this fic, please note that I am not appropriating any culture or mocking it. It is in fact a fic set in ancient Japan therefore I included some elements from Japanese culture for authenticity.)

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

The king of curses received many human offerings every year. Quivering and pathetic humans, agreeing to whatever he wants. He keeps them until they satiate his needs and then he simply kills them. He get bored of them, very easily.

Meek little preys closing their eyes like pigeons in front of cats, having no will or resistance.

What was different about you? You were a prisoner of war, brought from far lands, a delicacy for only the best. Like gods are offered cattle, the king of curses gets humans.

You were a starved little thing, grimy skin was scrubbed by the same people who had held you captive, making you look presentable as an offering, how atrocious.

Your calves were kicked as you force-kneeled in front of him, an unamused look was etched onto his face. You were as good as a Hitobashira, except in this case this was for no god, it was for a being far too sinister.

As soon as the others left so you could get some ‘privacy’, you took out the ornament in your hair, aiming in directly at your throat.

“Oh, what do you we have here?” he muttered through his thick pronunciation, using words that were not even used anymore. He was old, far older than you could imagine.

“Let me rest in peace,” you whispered.

“Why so, little one?”

“I have seen the face of war, too much death in one life-time, I am tired; I know you would kill me after using me, why not just end it now? At least I won’t have to bow to the monster who’s hands are stained with the blood of my people.”

He chucked and grabbed your wrist in an instance, “looks like I will be keeping you for a while.”

The first time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of preference.

You had found berries from the wild and ran towards him holding a few in your tiny palms. “What’s this?” He asked, scowling.

You gulped in fear realizing how inappropriate that was of you, “m-my king...I must have been out o..of my mind t..to have disturbed you fo..for such a trivial matter.”

“No, I am asking you just got me these many?”

You whipped your head up at him, “p-pardon?”

He extended his much larger palm, gesturing to hand him the berries, you slowly slide them on his, it was scary how the berries you were struggling to carry in two hand, fit in his one hand. He popped one berry into his mouth, relishing the taste.

“Next time take a basket, remember this, I have quite the liking for berries.”

The second time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of jester.

Another curse had a talk with Sukuna, you were sitting in his shrine, reading through some scriptures, while also attending to his needs, you disliked the job.

His eyes suddenly fell at you, licking his lips he spoke, “my lord, why must you keep such a low ranked courtesan for yourself, I can bring some very high level prostitutes for you, and perhaps you can give this one...to me, I will find a good use for them.”

Sukuna scrunched his eyebrows, “I am content with them besides theyare not a Yūjo, they is more of an errand runner.”

He clicked his tongue, “such a shame, they might not be the prettiest, but the brothels could use them, vixens are of the highest value.”

He walked towards you, snatching the scriptures from you, “you are quite ugly from up close.”

“You must be looking at a kagami,” you said with a kind smile. Sukuna chortled at your ministration.

The curse growled at you and tugged at your hair harshly, you tried to claw his hand, but you were no sorcerer.

In the next few seconds, Sukuna had the curse’s arm severed, “How dare you touch my things, you pitiful curse!”

“Walk in shame now, show the entire country that you had your armed severed for touching what belonged to the king of curses!”

The third time Sukuna knew he was drawn towards you, it was because of your courage.

Sukuna was cruel, but not wicked. He knew that humans make mistakes and learn from them, he used to let go of his servants with a quick warning when they made a mistake once or twice, but third time?

You should be on your knees begging for mercy if you had made the same mistake thrice in front of the king of curses.

Sukuna needed his baths warm. As warm as an Onsen’s water, nothing more, nothing less,

“Your highness, please forgive me! This is the last time! I would never let this happen again!” The old woman pleaded, tears forming like pearls in her eyes.

Sukuna had cursed energy radiating from him, the sensation was so heavy that it could make the vapour in air to rain.

Before you could think you were kneeling in front of him, “Your grace, it is my fault to not have supervised the bath, I am as guilty as her, besides she is growing old, her skin is loosing her touch, I will make sure this never happens; I beg you, let go of her.”

“I am not sure if you are brave or just stupid, do wish to die?”

You kept quiet shivering in fear.

“Answer me!” his voice boomed through the shrine.

“No your highness, but I don’t want her to die either. I would much rather die than someone who’s only fault is aging with time.”

Sukuna growled and picked you up from your collar, a mere leaf trembling in wind for him. It was the first time he saw a mortal defending another in a clearly disadvantageous situation. What peculiar creatures, humans truly were!

“I expect my baths to warmer this time, brat.”

The first time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because of your gentleness.

The way your eyes would sparkle when you looked at the little doe in front of you. Letting it nudge your face with it’s nose. White spots on its brown back. Sukuna could see two innocent little preys.

He lay in a large daisy field, basking in the sunlight. You sat beside him and worked on making a flower crown.

“You have been working on this for a while now, what are you making?”

“Oh-its a flower crown your grace!” you giggled and wrapped the last flower around.

You looked at him, questiongly, not wanting to do anything that might upset him. He nodded.

You leaned in and placed the crown on his head, “a crown truly befitting the king of curses!”

Sukuna swore he could have felt his cold heart beat in eons, the icy and scabbarded thing he thought was incapable of experiencing human emotions.

The second time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because you were not afraid of him.

Sukuna stumbled in his shrine, body littered with cuts. He had turned into his true form for a war, the four-armed, two faced demon. Ginormous in size and the brute strength that followed.

“Sukuna-san?” you whispered shakily. He was sure that you would run away now, call him a monster, that would just give him all more reasons to paint the walls of his shrine with human blood again.

“You...are-” say it Y/N, go on, “-hurt!” You scampered out of the room, making him freeze. Had you run away?

You came back with some clean cloth and bowl of water and mortar and pestle.

He sat back on his throne. You leaned down and took his hand in yours, carefully cleaning the cut.

“You are not scared of me?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“I am scared of you, but not because of your form, rather it is due to your poweress. I am as scared of you now as I am when you are in your vessel.”

Sukuna realized that he doesn’t have to hide his true form in front of you then.

The third time Sukuna knew he was attracted towards you was due to lust.

Lust wasn’t a feeling the king of curses had ever felt. Broken mortals seeking refuge in his arms, only for him to break them even more and then dispose them when he got bored. He never felt this infatuation before.

Sukuna was aware that he was taller, bulkier and far greater than any other human. It never really affected him, until he realized how...petite you are as compared to him.

The way his single hand was bigger than your face itself. Oh how delicate! He swore he felt something predatorial in him swirl.

He wanted to keep yourself just for him, protect your innocent and pure soul from the outside world.

He wanted to worship you, build temples on your body with the caverns of his mouth; to make sure both of you were equally drowned in pleasure. He wanted to carve a permanent seat for you, under him. He wanted to wrap you around him and devour you. He knew he wanted to be the one to corrupt you.

And so he did.

Sukuna never knew what salvation was until he met you, he experienced human emotions with you like the seven colours of the rainbow, bursting suddenly and...evaporating easily.

The first time Sukuna knew he was in love with you, was unfortunately too late of a realization.

“Sukuna-san!” you disturbed him from his slumber.

“The villagers are out with fire, they are going to burn the shrine!” you shouted.

Sukuna walked out of his room, his kimono dipped down his shoulders till his pelvic bone. He hissed as he felt the ground burn under his feet while you stood without any problem.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what they were planning, “My lord the fire was a distraction! They sprinkled seinaru mizu around the shrine!”

“We will have to get you out of here!” you panicked, “please escape through the back, I will say that you weren’t in the shrine!”

“And make them think that the king of curses is a coward? Let me handle it, go hide. Even if anything goes wrong, don’t you dare come out!”

“But-”

“No buts,” he ordered, his hand cupping your cheek, “go now.” And so you nodded and escaped through the back and hid in the now dry daisy fields, you could only hear muffled sounds of the commotion.

A guttural scream pierced through the air, your breath hitched; you knew it wasn’t Sukuna’s but the sound was so painful. A light smell of Burning gawked in on your senses, the field had been set to fire, drawn in a circle, you had no where to run. The flames kept on getting closer and closer, you could taste the smoke on the tip of your tongue.

“Sukuna!” you shouted, but your scream was nothing compared the sounds of war.

The flames englufed you, you thrashed around in pain, helplessly calling him to save you.

When Sukuna had finally killed everyone, his eyes met with the fire.

“Y/N?” he called out and upon wearing a low rumble of his name he rushed towards the flames. His body burnt yet he thrust forward to find you.

Around the centre of the patch he saw you, who was covered in red and brown burns. Your face was contorted into something painful.

He could work with that! All he needed was for you to be alive! He shook your body and carefully picked you up to carry you back in the shrine.

He gently poured cold water on you, patting your face to wake you up.

His long fingers picked your hand and tried to find a pulse, there was none. His lip trembled and he got up.

The whole village faced his wrath that day. Men, women and children all were slaughtered. He sat on top of the their bodies and grieved, that scabbard heart was no longer beating.

Year 2019

Sukuna was experiencing the world again. This time not through his body, but from the body of his vessel, Itadori Yuuji.

He saw Yuuji looking at the direction of a voice.

“Huah? So you are telling me that boy is the vessel of the king of curses, Sukuna?”

The lady chuckled and walked close his vessel, examining him, “I am Y/N, L/N nice to meet you!”

“By the way can Sukuna-san hear us talking right now?”

“Yes I can, brat,” he answered.

“Woah! That’s so cool!” you replied, your eyes literary glimmering, “nice to meet you too king of curses!”

Sukuna didn’t need any other reminder to make sure that was you. It was the name and the voice. So the scriptures about reincarnations were true, huh? Those goddamn gods really loved to torment him.

You were his fairytale. Something that made his crooked self warm. You stood here again, in front of his eyes, this time, he won’t let you go.

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.

He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.

But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.

“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.

“Pretty good.”

“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“

“What the fuck was that?”

You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”

“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”

You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”

“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”

“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”

His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.

“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“

“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”

“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”

Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.

“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”

“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”

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nanaminokanojo · 15 days

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Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

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moechies · 3 months

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sukuna comfort 🍵

“fine, then i’m never gonna suck your dick again!”

you giggle on top of your large boyfriend, right hand gently encasing your waist as his other holds on his phone. you’re holding yourself up with your hands on his stomach, when he glares at you with a smirk and huffs,

“that’s fine. m jus’ gonna get someone else to do it.”

your giggles turn quiet, the expression on your face melts off a little. you feel a pang in your heart, it hurts.

“oh.”

you sigh out a giggle in hopes to ease the tension, so it doesn’t seem that his mindless little joke has actually upset you. you lift your leg over his body, removing yourself off from where you were originally sitting on his pelvis. you lay back where you slept in your shared bed, slightly scurrying to the edge just to face your back to him.

he notes the silence in the room, that you were quiet, in fact too quiet, for someone who has just been teasing and laughing at him a couple minutes prior. he glances over at you, noticing your arm under your head, and the heavy tons of blankets over your body.

“hey,”

he shakes your shoulder, no response.

he leans over to you, grabbing your cheeks with a gentleness you didn’t see often, just to be faced with the heartbreaking sight of your little pout, and your teary eyes.

“what..”

you shake your head out of his hand with embarrassment, using your free arm to nudge him away from being so close to your face.

“i’m sorry.”

he again, envelops his arms around your body, his huge forearm wrapping under your arm and around your waist. his body gently presses against yours, face buried in your hair.

“i’m sorry, brat. won’t say that shit again, promise. forgive me, yeah?”

he’s trying.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen angst #sukuna angst #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #sukuna jjk #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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ecplipwze · 3 months

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boyfriend Sukuna who…

sukuna who uses your hips to guide you through crowds.

sukuna who threatens to fight the lamppost you ran into.

sukuna who tells you no to getting a puppy but buys you the same one after seeing you cry.

sukuna who swears he’s not a softie but can’t say no to letting baby yuiji hangout with you on movie night.

sukuna who hated hanging out with his brother but once you showed up he started letting them into his life.

sukuna who walks the puppy at 3am even after telling you he wouldn’t help take care of it.

sukuna who buys you the ugliest necklace to make you mad, only to see you wearing it to dinner and showing it off to all your friends.

sukuna who despises holding your bags / purse but does it anyway because you yelled at him in front of everyone in the store. sukuna who spanks you every time you walk past him.

sukuna who hates all your friends and tells you to ditch them and hangout with him instead.

sukuna who buys you yellow rose thinking you’d like that he put thought into it only to get smacked.

sukuna who constantly messages you until you answer jsut to ignore you. sukuna who tells you that period cramps aren’t that bad and your being dramatic only to be smacked into tomorrow.

sukuna who sends you chocolate strawberries and flowers as an apology.

sukuna who asks you to hold his dick while he pee’s as if it was a normal thing to do.

sukuna who tells you to shut up when you cry about how much pain you’re in, only to make you popcorn and turn on your favorite movie.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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thefallofruins · 4 months

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What is Sukuna's love language?

Good question. Sukuna doesn't love you. Or at least that's what he tells you.

But the mere fact you've lived this long in his presence without having your face sliced is enough proof. He says it's just because he's not bored of you yet.

Then again, he finds it strangely warm when your annoying ass is on his lap and your stupid face is nuzzled into his neck. He's mad that a weak thing like you, who should be scared shitless of him is clinging onto him like a little brat, and finding her comfort. You're so stupid, but it makes him even more mad when he sees your stupid smile and can't bring himself to push you off.

And of course there's your ridiculous nicknames. It's beyond him how you have the guts to call him "kuna" and "suku" and whatnot. He doesn't even know why he allows it. And don't you dare bring up the smile his lips twitch into when you call him those idiotic names. It's not like he loves you or something—

He doesn't love you. Nope. You're dumb if you think the warm blanket you're wrapped into is his doing. Sukuna doesn't even need a blanket to be warm. But when he sees you sleeping uncomfortably on a cold night, he says, "Tch. What a stupid brat." And there's a warm blanket on the bed the next night. But don't you bring that up.

And no, he doesn't kill people who look at you. Totally not. The male servants keep disappearing, but it's definitely not his doing, okay? You're just a silly brat. The very pretty kimonos left in your chambers by the servants aren't because he wanted to, okay? He simply says its because you have no sense of clothing.

Not like his eyes never leave you when you twirl in your new pretty kimono as you try it on.

He also insists that 'he can't stand ugly brats'. So maybe that explains why your drawers are filled with jewellery.

It never happened that the concubine who told you you're nothing special didn't disappear the very next hour after he heard your soft cries. You don't ask him why there's stains of red on his kimono. You know exactly why.

And its not like he brushes stray strands of your hair from your sleeping face and kisses your head. You were just dreaming, okay? Stop being ridiculous. And it's definitely not like he gets super passive-aggressive when you're not coddling him. Don't be a stupid brat.

You knitted for him a very silly black scarf once. Its now an essential part of his daily wear. He totally doesn't like the cute smile on your face and the light in your eyes when you see him wear it.

So stop being stupid, okay? Just because he does things for you that he'd never even think of doing for anyone, and would literally burn down the world and slaughter people in case something happens to you, or barely ever let's you out of his sight, is not because he loves you or something!

#ruins posts #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff #ryomen sukuna #sukuna

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nanaslutt · 10 days

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accidentally sending the jjk characters nudes (pre relationship)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, shiu, higuruma, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

ʚ note: i kept the contact the names the same for convenience ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

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churipu · 2 months

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JJK MEN REACTING TO YOU GETTING LEFT OUT BY YOUR FRIENDS 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, inumaki toge.

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. just jjk men being overprotective of you bye, and cursing.

note. guysssss, no requests pls, they're not open :(( and if you sent one in, i apologize but they're going to take a bit of time to do :(

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

before you did — gojo had already sensed that your friends were shit. believe me when i say that he has tried talking to you about it from the moment you introduced him to them during your weekly "girls night".

but you said that your friends were fine. gojo doesn't think so. ever since that day, every time you said you were going out with your friends; he came along with you, not leaving you out of his sight.

that includes today. your "girls night" or whatever — when you try to convince gojo that he didn't need to come with, but all he said was, "i am one of the girls, aren't i?"

so he came along. and he didn't regret it. not. one. bit.

your friends, he didn't even know how to describe them without slipping in a curse or two. because he couldn't believe you were actually friends with these douchebags. it was plain obvious they were leaving you out on purpose.

whenever you try to chime in the conversation, your voice is immediately toppled over by one of them. or when you try to walk beside them, they step a bit further — on purpose. he could tell.

the male was really glad he could smell the stench from a long time ago. so when you and him were walking behind them, fingers interlocked. he stopped walking, and it made you stop too, "what's wrong, 'toru?"

"let's go," he tugged you in the opposite direction from where your friends are walking to, "they don't deserve you."

the male was very upset for you. he wasted no time driving you home with him, giving you the love you deserved (and a pep talk on why you should never ever talk to your friends again).

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

toji didn't even care whether he knows your friends or not. but when you convinced him that they wanted to meet him, he agreed (begrudgingly).

and everything went south when he noticed the different way they react to you — and to him. you and your friends were a trio.

it's always a trio. he never gets it, he's seen his fair share of shitty friendships among people. that's why he doesn't have friends (or people don't want to befriend him, doesn't matter).

it wasn't even a trio any more. it was a duo, with you on the side. toji noticed the subtle way they share a look to each other whenever you start talking — or the way they nudge each other when you do something. god, it pisses him off.

he swore if you weren't there, he'd resort to violence.

when you excuse yourself to go to the restroom, toji of course takes the chance to give a small talk (straight up threatening) to them. he waved to you vaguely as you walk towards the direction of the restroom.

"don't ever fucking talk to my partner again after this. y'hear me?"

the mood plummeted and you realized after you came back from the restroom. but you said nothing about it.

and like toji threatened, your friends never talked or contacted you ever again. which obviously saddened you — but the male told you how shitty they are and that it was a good thing they're not talking to you anymore.

to this day, you still didn't know it was toji behind it all.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

he has no shame in speaking his mind. and he immediately sensed how your friends were treating you differently from the first time he sees them. the male wastes no time giving them the eyes, where he was clearly telling them to fuck off.

when you and your friends (and him) decided to take a break inside a restaurant, he was pissed. sukuna, didn't even want to come with at the first place — he actually forced himself to come for you. he wanted to make sure your friends knew their place.

he has a bold tongue. sukuna is spicy with his words, he could care less about what people think of him. so the second he hears a disrespectful comment from either one of your friends directed to you to make you feel like you're the odd one out, the male glowered at them.

"mind repeating that?" he questions calmly, but something in his voice was intimidating. as if he was about to jump up from his seat and strangle the hell out of your friends.

of course, your friends were silent. afraid of him.

"exactly." the male stood up, tugging you along with him out of the restaurant, "what friends you have."

you were embarrassed at the comment, and sukuna sensed that too. even if he was tempted to say more things about your friends — he held back. for you.

"you don't need friends. what more do you need than me?"

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

believe me when i say that he contemplated using his cursed speech technique on your friends. he had seen you come back from a night out with your friends, upset and teary eyed.

and from that day, he's always hated them. so when you said that you were going to hang out with them again — inumaki followed you, trailing after you like a lost puppy.

actually — scratch that, you were the lost puppy. trailing after your friends, behind them like you aren't even a part of the group. if it weren't for inumaki being there, it would just be you alone.

inumaki mutters out a lot of, "salmon" and "tuna mayo" to you. fuming.

you grabbed his hand, swinging it happily. at this point, you didn't even care about your friends — as long as inumaki was there, you didn't feel alone like you used to. so you did what you had to do since long ago.

ditch them.

"thank you for being here, toge."

inumaki was happy now, no longer in a foul mood, and he squeezed your hand, "tuna mayo!"

a little translation: "i'm hungry."

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dinner party

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

an: what is going on in the house of commons (I do not know) MAJOR CRINGE ALERT but it's part of the lore idgaf this was a long time coming

it’s four thirty in the morning when sukuna decides to pry you from your computer.

he’s almost positive that he’s going to get pushed back, cued on by the combination of your sleep deprivation and the concerning amount of energy drinks he knows you must have consumed within the hour.

but the tangled mess of your hair and your deep, dark eye bags, have bothered him long enough – and if anything – he’s given you tons of grace for letting it go on for four days.

sukuna gets working hard. he just can’t stand by working yourself to the bone.

he finds you hunched over on the kitchen island, head down on the counter as you scribble away on your notebook – a sizable amount of ink smeared on your hands, a few empty wrappers of protein bars at your side, and your eyes barely open.

sukuna leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter, before reaching forward to push your computer shut. the sound that follows jolts you out of your concentration, to find an…almost irritated sukuna sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“hey. did i wake you up? i dropped the glass earlier by accident.” you mumble.

“you broke a glass?” sukuna asks.

“yeah. most of it is in the corner over there, i’ll swear i’ll clean it up as soon as i’m done.”

sukuna opens his eyes fully this time, to find the stacked pile of glass sitting in the little corner, sparing you a glare before reaching for the little bin. the guilt flares up in you as you watch him drag his tired body over to the side, carefully shuffling all of the little shards away into the bag,

“sukuna. you don’t have to do that. i was going to clean it up.”

“well, fuck off now. more time for you to sleep if i do it for you.” he mumbles.

you’re positive he meant to make that more domineering then it ended up being.

and it’s horrible. it’s been days since you’ve slept next to him, always climbing in as he’s climbing out to go to work – pressing a consolation kiss to his cheek before you pass out into the sheets. and now he’s up in the middle of the night, cleaning your mess just to ensure you a few more minutes of rest.

“i’m almost done with my personal statement, i just want to make sure it’s done before i send it out to-”

“your personal shit will still be there tomorrow.”

you sigh. the pulsating in your head throbs quietly, eyelids heavy and aching from the light of the screen, tiredness sagging in your bones – dragging your limbs down as you lean on one of your arms.

you still have three paragraphs left to write. your activities section could be better. you need to upload your transcripts and make sure that the letters were uploaded to the portal properly. and-

“i’m almost done, really. i was just going to come to bed and-”

“perfect! come now.”

sukuna switches sides, walking up behind you and replacing his fingers with yours on your head. he can feel the pulsating under his fingertips, noting the way you lean your head against his chest and lean back the second he starts massaging into your skin.

“you’re starting to fucking piss me off.” sukuna mutters.

that’s what he says. it sounds more like you’re starting to concern me.

“i’m coming, sukuna. just give me a few more minutes, okay?”

sukuna pulls the stool at your side, before looping both of his hands around your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. his hands are steady – holding you firmly at your sides – as he looks up at you and you dig your hands into the hardness of his collarbone.

you loop your fingers through the silver chain around sukuna’s neck, tugging on the little dog tag charm at the end to pull him closer to you. it’s a chaste kiss that you press to his lips and you you can feel him staring after – big, brown eyes peering into yours – as he kneads his hands into your skin.

you scoff.

“are you poking my butt?” you ask.

“maybe a little.” sukuna responds.

“you’re such a dog.”

“you cop a feel almost everyday. god forbid i touch my girlfriend’s butt.”

sukuna reaches forward, tucking one of the loose strands behind your ear.

“we used to be a real country, y’know? people used to touch butts all the time.”

you smile and sukuna reaches up to run his fingers over your lips, the softness mirrored on his face too. and you know that a lecture is going to follow, so you bury your hands into his messy bedhead.

“you have to fucking stop this shit.” sukuna states.

you sigh.

“i know. it’s just that once i start, i find it hard to stop. i just want to finish it all in one go.”

“you want to clean up animal shit that badly?”

you groan.

“you’re so mean, sukuna. it’s not cleaning up animal shit…”

“yeah, yeah…i’ve heard your whole healing and love for the earth and animals shit before, i know.”

you dig your hands into his scalp.

“i…i just want to make sure that i only have to apply to veterinary school once.”

“you’re being stubborn. so what if you have to try again? it’s not a big deal.” sukuna states.

“s’not about that. i just can’t afford to do it again, sukuna. it costs thousands of dollars and i’ve been saving up for so long. i’d hate to see the overtime i worked go to waste when i don’t even get in.” you murmur.

sukuna doesn’t think it through when he says it. he’s almost certain that if he had thought through it properly though, it would have been the same conclusion.

“i’ll pay for it.” sukuna states.

it’s a horrible sensation – like pins and needles in your chest.

you knew that sukuna was rich. that his family was rich.

and that in earnest, sukuna probably would pay for it without even batting an eye. it wouldn’t even be the first time that you would have taken a handout from his family – for rent, car loans, when you applied to college.

mrs. itadori was too generous. it seeped into sukuna too.

but you refuse to take handouts from your boyfriend. not when the debt you have to pay them back is already so high.

“are you crazy? you can’t just offer to pay for my vet school applications if i don’t get in anywhere this time around.”

“you know i have a job right?” sukuna responds.

“i know you have a job. but you can’t just offer it up like that! you’re acting like it’s just a five dollar iced coffee or something. it costs thousands of dollars, sukuna.”

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“it’s like an investment. you can pay me back.” sukuna states.

the same line mrs. itadori uses. it never feels that way when they’re the one quietly shuffling you money in envelopes when you have eviction notices on your door that you never pay back.

“you would never take my money.” you state.

sukuna grins, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your collarbone.

“you know me so well, princess.”

you frown.

“and you expect me to take yours.” you mumble.

sukuna runs his hands through the front of your hair, before angling your down up so that you’re looking at him.

“you know i only have a stable income because of my parents, right? that’s…i had a leg up, sweetheart. didn’t have to worry about working during school – hell, i went fucking abroad just because i could.”

you glare at him.

“that’s…that’s such a copout. i can’t just take a handout from you because things are harder for me. i know that you may have had some things considerably easier but that doesn’t mean i can just…start taking your money.”

he glares back.

“considerably easier is the understatement of the year. and i have every intent to let you pay me back when you’re a cushy doctor. you’re going to buy me a new motorcycle with that money.”

sukuna watches the thought rattle around in your head.

“we’re in it for the long haul. not a big deal if i have to help you pay for vet school applications, which i won’t have to because you’ll get in, but what’s mine is yours. s’gonna be our future student loan.” he murmurs.

there’s the ghost of a smile on your face. sukuna’s fingers continue to meld softly into the hardness of your hip bones, the sensation so soothing it almost makes you keel your head back.

and you’re sure that’s part of it – the soft touch, the overexertion, the crippling fear that you’re about to graduate and not even sure what you’ll be doing next year, that you could fail and have to rely on him – that makes you start bursting into tears and stand up to wrap your arms around him.

you delude yourself for a second into thinking that’s how it could be. that maybe for once you wouldn’t have to worry about this type of thing, because he would be there to help you. that he would let you pay him back, that it would be your money.

“i can’t take your money, sukuna.” you whisper.

sukuna smiles.

“you would do it for me.”

“i wouldn’t be able to do it for you. i-i would want to but…”

sukuna frowns.

“you know money doesn’t mean shit to me right?”

you sigh.

“but it does to me. we already owe you so much and…and this can’t be another thing on the list of stuff i have to pay back.” you state.

sukuna hooks his hands under your knees, before tilting you over his back and marching his way back to the room. there’s angry grumbling under his breath, that’s fully intelligible to you and makes your breath hitch.

“why are we having this stupid fucking conversation at four in the morning? i’m not about to get into the whole logistics of marriage and shared bank accounts when you can’t even stop giggling after i touch your thighs sometimes. just chill the fuck out.”

you feel bad. but you can’t help but laugh at how stupid he sounds as he flops you flat onto the sheets – that he haphazardly mentioned marrying you – as he rummages through the closet for your pajamas. you can tell that he’s tabled it for now and you’re more than grateful as your eyelids start to heavy with sleep.

“arms up.”

you oblige as he reaches for your shirt – and lightly push him as he tangles it over your head for far too long – before pulling it straight off. there’s a wide smile on his face and you reach for his wrist to stop him.

“what’s wrong?”

not the time.

“nothing! i just….nothing, sorry.”

you take the shirt from his hands before slipping it over your head and switching into the shorts. sukuna’s always quick with things like this – closing his eyes and turning around – always waiting until you were done.

besides your momentary lapse in awkwardness when you were able to take the bath with him, you hadn’t pushed anything farther. but it was pooling in the pit of your stomach – that want to be closer to him, moving in tandem with him for something…more intimate.

you’d talk to him about it on the weekend.

“are you…sitting at the kids table?”

you look up to find a blonde girl standing against the back end of the wall, nursing a little glass of wine in her hands. you shoot the group of kids an apologetic smile before you push off the floor, rubbing the red spots in your knee from the carpet, before giving a polite smile.

“ah. i kind of lost my boyfriend…and i can’t find my friends. they were also playing the entire game wrong and it was hurting my soul a little bit.”

the girl laughs, pushing her hair behind her shoulder before extending her hand out to you.

“valid. i’d do the same thing. i’m kisa.” she states.

you swear you know her from somewhere. though the likelihood of that is probably ninety percent – there wasn’t anyone in this town who didn’t know each other.

“i’m y/n.”

“wait. y/n? are you sammy’s sister?”

point proven.

“that’s right. yeah, she’s here somewhere. our mom was invited, she’s really good friends with mrs. itadori.” you.

she hums in response, as you watch people shuffle in and out of the room. there’s a highly doctored smell of perfume in the room – billowing black dresses and shiny pearls – as all of you mom’s friends amble around the foyer taking their pictures.

mrs. itadori spent a decent amount of her time planning extravagant dinner parties. and once in a while, you had to drag yourself all the way out here to show your face with yuuji. it was hardly pleasant.

yuuji’s dad would always make a shitty comment, sammy’s ass kissing would be at its peak, and the two of you would be left to fend for the wolves.

sukuna, naturally, knew this. so he decided to attend to.

you just didn’t realize he’d be so popular. neither did yuuji and it makes your skin itch that you don’t know where he is right now. or that you can’t resolve the tension that he must be feeling – especially when it’s about sukuna.

“why are you here?”

she grins.

“i have this really hot ex-boyfriend. i was figuring he might be here tonight since he’s back in town.”

“do tell.”

“oh, he’s gorgeous. like, i don’t want to objectify men, but i literally do. he’s like attractive in a ‘i want to pour battery acid into my eyes every time he looks at me’ kind of way.”

you laugh.

“the best kind of attractive.” you affirm.

“you get me, bitch! it’s like…i don’t mean to be so crude…and i’ve already had three glasses of wine so i’m going to blame it on that…but i need to get dicked down. fuck, i’d even suck his dick if he let me. and i hate sucking dick!”

you snort.

weirdly enough, this is one of your favorite things about parties like these. or going to the bar. talking to random girls in the bathroom – finding out that it’s their bachelorette party or whatever boy problems they’re having. there’s a soft solace in other people like this – that talk so openly with strangers, with a quiet trust that you can’t really seem to place.

“weird question. why do you hate it?” you ask.

“not weird at all, honey. it’s just not very fun to do. but sometimes it is, when you can tell the person really likes it. like my ex-boyfriend, i’d suck his dick all the time just because i wanted to, just because i liked to make him feel good. and he really loved it. and some people are fucking into it, i don’t know, they love to suck dick and do that type of thing. s’all about your interests.”

you nod, mulling over her answer in your head.

“do you like sucking dick?....that sounds more crude when i say it but also i’ve been talking about it for the past twenty seconds so.” she asks.

“no! no, it’s not rude. and i asked. um, i haven’t done it before. i mean, i have or…or at least tried to but i don’t count that for…other reasons and stuff. but no, i haven’t.”

“do you want to? you’re pretty, you said you have a boyfriend right?”

you smile.

“yeah. yeah, i just…get nervous about that type of thing. we haven’t done anything yet but i feel like we might soon.”

she narrows her eyes.

“he doesn’t pressure you, right?”

along with the quiet trust, there’s always a well of concern.

“no! no, the opposite really.”

“good shit. well, don’t think about it so hard. it’ll come to you naturally. plus, when you like someone a lot, that type of stuff kind of comes with it. like my ex-boyfriend? total fucking sweetie pie. he could be standing in front of me and i’d dick him down right now if he asked. just for old times sake.”

you laugh.

“i really hope you find him. and get dicked down for your own sake.”

“he was just so fucking hot! i’ve never had a guy make me feel like that. it’s like…i couldn’t have really reached my prime at my highschool prom with a guy two years younger than me…that’s embarrassing.”

you pale. and right at that moment, sukuna walks up to you, eyes wide as he glares at you.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

“sukuna.”

you pause, the awkwardness of his name falling out of your mouths at the same time confirming your suspicions.

just your luck, her aforementioned, beautiful ex-boyfriend, is sukuna.

“sukuna! i didn’t realize you were back.”

you can feel your chest simmering. because now she’s batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair in response to him. sukuna doesn’t even spare her a second glance and instead uses it to shoot bullets at you with his eyes.

“what are you doing?”

“i didn’t know! how was i supposed to know?” you whisper.

“we all went to the same school, y/n.��

“i don’t memorize what all your ex-girlfriends look like sukuna. i have a very small thread of self-confidence and i’m hell bent on keeping it for the time being.” you respond.

sukuna doesn’t find your joke funny.

“do you guys know each other or something?” kisa asks.

“kisa. this is my girlfriend, y/n. she was best friends with yuuji, remember?” sukuna states.

she pauses for a second, before jolting up.

“ah. the little one who used to take the cheerleading pictures, right? frizzy hair, big glasses?” she asks.

you pinch your lips into a straight line.

“that would be me!” you state.

“shut the fuck up.” sukuna responds, before yanking you by the elbow into the kitchen at the side.

you spare her a last glance over your shoulder – confusion spreading over her face – followed by the seclusion to the quiet of the kitchen.

sukuna leans back against the fridge, running his hands through his hair, giving tight-lipped polite smiles through the people passing through the rooms.

“what did you talk about?”

you dig your fingers into your palm. sukuna picks up on it.

“nothing. just pleasantries and stuff. it wasn’t a big deal!”

“tell me. i can tell whatever it was is making you feel like shit.”

you take a deep breath.

“i don’t feel like shit, i just-”

“are you guys fighting about something?”

your eyes widen as you turn to yuuji, leaning against the frame of the door with his arms crossed on his chest. you muster a peachy smile, shaking your head as you walk up to his side and loop your arm through his.

“of course not. we never fight!” you state.

yuuji raises his eyebrow.

“you never fight? ever?”

“no! no, of course we fight. all the time actually.” you state.

you look over at sukuna, who starts gesturing to you with his hands – with an irritated look on his face.

what the hell are you talking about?

you gesture back, shrugging as yuuji shuffles the two of you over to the drinks, filling up the glasses.

“well, that doesn’t sound very healthy.”

you take a deep breath in.

“we don’t fight an abnormal amount. we’re like normal couples. we fight and then make up. there’s nothing weird about us actually, we’re perfect! It’s-it’s like conflict resolution and-”

yuuji laughs, before leaning closer to you and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“who are you trying to convince? me or yourself? you’re rambling so much.”

you groan, burying your palms into your eye sockets – you’re already messing this up. royally. yuuji gives you a warm smile, one that you can see from the little gaps in between your fingers, as you cross your arms and lean against the counter. yuuji gives sukuna a small nod, as sukuna takes the spot at your side, and links his arm around your shoulder.

it feels wrong to be so openly affectionate like that. for him to pull you closer to him when yuuji’s standing right there.

you lift your shoulders slightly until he drops his hand and you shoot him a grateful smile.

“so really. what happened?”

“nothing. i was talking to kisa and didn’t realize it was kisa.”

yuuji leans his head back.

“which one is she again? the neighbor?”

you can feel a wave of discomfort, of an unnecessary defense bubbling up in your chest. he wasn’t actually talking to the neighbor – she just wanted advice on whether or not she should break up with her boyfriend.

and sukuna told her not to.

“no. she’s the girl sukuna went to prom with.” you state, brushing down the pleats of your skirt.

“ahh, that’s right. his first girlfriend.”

yuuji circles the last sip of his drink in his cup before downing it and turning to both of you at his side.

“so what the hell is he so pissed about? you can’t talk to people now?”

“he wasn’t mad. we were just talking, yuuji.”

“you looked pretty mad. and you were whispering in hushed tones.” yuuji states.

sukuna clears his throat and you can tell that he’s simmering with irritation from the way his fists are clenched and curled at his side. the animosity in his eyes does little to help too.

“i just wanted to know what they talked about and clear up anything that she might have said that might not be true. i don’t want her to get the wrong idea.” sukuna states.

yuuji rolls his eyes.

“she’s a grown woman. i think she can tell right from wrong by herself. and i’m positive that if she did say anything, it’s not anything that wouldn’t be true.”

you shove yuuji in the side.

“what’s your problem? you’re being so mean.”

“i’m not being mean! it’s just a fact. you…you know how he can be. do you really think he just changed like that?”

maybe it’s a mix of things.

that sukuna’s ex-girlfriend just spent five minutes telling you about how much he apparently loves to get his dick sucked and you have yet to muster up the courage to do it. or that your hair’s been getting consecutively oily as the night goes on and sticking to your forehead or that yuuji tends to throw some hurdle into your relationship every chance he seems to get.

or that you can’t pay for vet school so it’s time to cut back on iced coffee since you’re going to be taking a loan or that your mom’s walking around in fake pearls and someone most definitely will make a comment about it that’ll have her leaving the party crying.

or that you can never seem to win. or do anything right.

“you’re such an asshole sometimes. why do you always have to talk about him like that? do you think i’m so pathetic that he’s going to leave me for some girl he literally talked to six years ago? do you think i’m so pathetic that i’d date someone like that?” you mutter, before brushing past his shoulder and leaving the room.

sukuna can feel that irritation festering up in him and makes his best efforts to swallow it down as he turns to yuuji. sukuna debates his options – following you or beating it out of yuuji.

the second one seems more productive for the time being.

he turns and can immediately clock that yuuji feels bad – his face drooping like it would whenever sukuna would beat him in a video game or leave their board game early to hang out with his friends.

“what the hell is your problem?” sukuna asks.

the drooping is replaced with anger, an irritability as yuuji scoffs before turning around.

“what’s yours?” yuuji mutters.

sukuna reaches for his collar, shaking him from filling up his glass again, before yuuji meets his eyes again.

“no, seriously. what the fuck is your problem? why can’t you just be happy for her? we were getting along just fine before this until you decided to be a little bitch about it.” sukuna asks.

yuuji rolls his eyes. he pulls back, tussling out of his grasp before leaning against the closed door of the fridge.

“i didn’t have a problem with you. but you’re doing the same shit as before – being careless. and you’re doing it with my best friend.”

sukuna wants to punch him in the face.

“are you ever going to be satisfied with what you have? you just had to have her too? she was my friend first.” yuuji states.

sukuna doesn't know why it flares up in him - that possessiveness. you don't belong to him but you certainly don't belong to yuuji either. he doesn't get to stake a claim on you just because he knew you first.

“you sound like a pathetic child. you know you don’t own her, right? you can’t fathom that she could have someone else be special to her that isn’t you? that you can’t be a spoiled little kid and have to learn how to share?”

sukuna’s hit a nerve, though he’s not entirely sure why. but now yuuji’s crying, shoving him hard into the counter, before his pounding footsteps reside as he runs up the stairs.

there’s an immediate guilt, coupled with a resounding headache.

when sukuna makes it back to the apartment – after having dozed off for a decent amount of the train ride home – he’s thrown off when you push him against the wall the second you make it back into the house. and dig your hands under his shirt, dangerously lower than you ever have before.

“jesus. what’s wrong with-”

he can barely finish because you’re cutting him off by kissing him – almost aggressively – and latching your arms around his neck and jumping up onto his thighs. he’s quick to catch you, your legs locked around his waist as you pant into his mouth, kissing every spare patch of skin you can find.

“what are you-”

he can’t even get a sentence out.

“doing, pretty girl?”

it’s almost like you don’t hear him or something. there’s something insatiable burning in your eyes, nearly twitching with a fervor with something that he’s never really seen before.

correction. something that he’s never seen in your eyes before. he’s seen it before – hundreds of times. in the shitty bathroom in the bar, from the girl he met on the dating app, and even kisa back in the day. but not with you.

he almost hates it.

sukuna pushes you back, resting your legs against the weight of the kitchen counter before letting go and trying to pull away.

but it’s almost like you’re trying to entice him. grabbing him by his necklace and pulling him back into you, letting one hand roaming through his hair and the other underneath his shirt.

there’s an insatiable fire pooling in his stomach. but it’s the wrong timing. and it’s almost too…tantalizing, too tempting that it felt wrong.

this was not how he was going to do this with you – at least not the first time.

he was no stranger to it – the intense, all consuming feeling that came with this. a part of him even wanted it. but he wanted the other side first, that aspect of it more.

the part that he never had. the romance, the yearning, and the godawful ache.

the love making.

he had every intent to worship you the second he got, to drag it out for as long as he could. like he was a man starved, like he’d never get a chance to do it again.

and there was no way he was going to bring that out, or be able to even do that, on the heels of his argument with yuuji, after whatever it was that kisa must have said that had you so worked up.

sukuna doesn’t know what else to do. so he brings his hand up and takes a fist full of your hair – and uses it to yank you off of him. you’re panting hard, eyes nearly glazed over as you look at him and reach down this time.

reaching for the buckle of his pants. sukuna reaches for your wrists and squeezes hard.

“what are you doing?” he whispers.

you pant, before shaking your head.

��you know…” you respond, gesturing with your hands.

“i don’t know. what are you doing?” he deadpans.

you glare at him.

“you know…we’ve been dating for some time now. and we love each other…it…it’s only right to do this type of thing. don’t you want to?”

it’s that same meek look – that squirrely, almost timid way of talking. when he heard that godawful comparison for the first time, that filled him with an unappeasble rage.

lipstick on a pig.

it aggravates him to his core because he hasn’t heard it in months. that awkward, shy voice. he had gotten used to the real one – filled with a comfortable confidence. that cracked jokes and poked fun at him all the time.

the part of you that saw him like a real person.

“sure i do, princess. you know you drive me crazy, right?”

you give him a grin, before reaching back for the buckle of his belt. and for a second time, he’s quick to pull on your wrists again, before leaning his forehead against yours, his breath tickling the tip of your nose.

“no, seriously. what are you doing?”

you bite into the hardness of your cheek, pinching your eyes shut.

it’s not awkward. just say it.

“i’m trying to…suck your dick.”

sukuna takes a deep breath, using his pointer finger to angle your face back up by your chin, brown eyes overwhelmingly warm and soft as he looks at you. and it aggravates you. you know what he’s going to say.

“you…you can’t stop me, you know? i’m ready to do this. i’ve..i’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

sukuna raises his eyebrows, almost like he’s disbelieving of what you’re saying, before he talks.

“okay, angel. can you just kiss me first?”

you feel your cheeks burn.

“what?”

“i’m okay with it if you want to. i just want you to kiss me first.”

you laugh, before cupping the side of his face and rubbing over the soft indent of his dimple.

“are you being serious? you’re not like…copping me out right?”

sukuna glares at you.

“i just fucking asked you to kiss me. you just pounced on me like a fucking lion out of nowhere.”

you bring your hands to his cheeks and can’t help but smile into his face.

“why are you…so cute? you just want me to kiss you?”

sukuna wrinkles his nose in disgust, before reaching forward to pinch the sensitive skin on your arm.

“you fucking ruined it. now you’re never sucking my dick.”

you snort.

“well…technically i did kiss you. just really aggressively.” you mumble.

sukuna’s laugh is soft, almost quiet as he leans forward to press a kiss to your hair.

“kiss me properly. i’m not going anywhere. i…i want to savor it.”

you swallow hard, as he takes over the open space in between your legs, and leans forward. his hair is tickling your forehead, your breaths slow as you cycle in tandem, and you loop your arms around his torso.

there’s a small amount of desperation in the way that sukuna kisses you, a burning that ignites over your skin and makes your stomach drop to your core. but it’s almost like he’s slowing you down, curbing that feeling in your chest – by ubbing circles into your back, a contentment in his demeanor – that you’re cued into by the way he’s smiling into the kiss.

that’s when you realize.

“you’re not going to let me do it, are you?” you murmur, whispering against his lips.

“perceptive.” sukuna mumbles back, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you groan, which has the smallest of laughs bubbling out of him. it’s free of any teasing – that you’re positive of as he lifts your hands to his lips and presses a kiss on each of your knuckles.

“i like the rings. wonder what your hands would look like around my…”

“well, now you’re just being fucking annoying.”

“i’m joking.”

you sigh, leaning your cheek against his shoulder, as you blink hard.

“why not?”

as quickly as that quiet, squirrely voice came back, it’s almost like he decimated it in his hands with a few seconds. if this were months prior, it would have taken him weeks to convince you that he still liked you.

you had stopped viewing his actions as swift rejections, as slights against you, and started taking them for what they were.

sukuna was going to kill yuuji for trying to shit on your relationship later. you were meant to be together, that much was obvious.

“yuuji and i kind of…fought. i want to be in the right mood when we do this.”

you lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“you know, he’s starting to really make me mad. he should just leave us alone if it pisses him off that much and-”

“i said more than he did. it’s my fault. i’ll apologize tomorrow.”

you shake your head. and there’s an awkward silence, before sukuna asks.

“so what did she say? i know that didn’t come out of nowhere, even if you were thinking about it before.”

you groan, digging your face into his neck.

it’s almost embarrassing now.

“she was there to see you. wanted to get dicked down by you. and mentioned that apparently you really like having your dick sucked? i don’t know…i just…had a long week. vet school and my mom and yuuji and…and you. figured i’d at least relieve some tension and give you what you wanted. like two birds in one stone type of thing.”

“please don’t refer to sex as a stone.” sukuna deadpans.

you laugh and it makes sukuna smile.

“the only thing i want is you.”

you sigh.

“ugh! i’m…i’m so annoyed because i actually know that. if you were going to get up and leave you would have done it by now because it’s been months but i just…felt so stupid or like undercooked or something because we haven’t done it yet that i just-”

“do you feel like you have something to prove?”

you bite your lip.

“i guess. it’s about you but…but it’s about other stuff too. i want to be strong enough to do it. i don’t want to let bad experiences hold me back when you’re obviously a good guy and obviously good in bed but-”

sukuna smirks.

“obviously?”

“you’re so annoying.”

sukuna wraps his hands around your cheeks, before pulling you up to look at him. and practices the way he’s worded this in his head a hundred times, hoping that it comes out right.

“angel?”

“yeah?”

“about what you said. about other stuff.”

it’s almost like you’re a kicked dog, trying to retreat after he mentioned it.

“i don’t want to push you into telling me. and you don’t have to. i can…i can piece some of it together. but i just need to know what not to do. i’ll never forgive myself if i ever hurt you, especially if it’s something regarding this.”

he leans his forehead against yours, his voice so quiet that it makes your chest ache, with overwhelming, sincere love of his consideration for you.

“i’m sorry it happened to you. you don’t even have to tell me. write me a list or send me an email. i just need to know what’s off limits, anything that could possibly…remind you of anything that happened to you.”

you angle your face back up, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling back.

“are you tired?” you ask.

he leans back, in confusion.

“no?”

“then, i’ll tell you right now.”

sukuna’s eyes widen.

“i’m not trying to pressure you.”

you smile, before linking your hands into his.

“i know. you’re not. i’ve been thinking about how to talk to you about it. and one of the biggest hurdles is…having to address that it happened? but if you already know…all i have to do is tell you now. and…”

you sigh.

“and it’s you. i feel safe enough to tell you about it but just…just don’t be weird about it?”

sukuna reaches forward, crossing a little x shape onto your chest. you tilt your head to the side, in confusion.

“what was that?”

“crossing your heart. like the promise?”

“you’re supposed to cross your own heart.”

sukuna glares.

“i’m not going to spell it out for you. you’re smart enough to figure it out.”

it takes a few seconds, but you reach the conclusion.

sukuna crossed your heart instead of his. he made the promise on yours, because yours was more important than his own – enough to make an oath on.

yours over his.

it’s the only reason you’re able to muster enough courage to even tell him what happened in the first place.

next part linked here

an: ladies and gentleman, we cringe. (this was a long time coming but it's for plot purposes)

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emphistic · 13 days

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Still the Same

A/N: i got bored and wrote this — that's why it's short

Part I - Part II

Preschool!Sukuna who brought you twigs, leaves, bugs — anything, you name it — as, what he liked to call, ‘gifts’

Preschool!Sukuna who goes red when you give him a kiss on the cheek as ‘thanks’

Preschool!Sukuna who picks and gives you flowers covered in dirt and mud, but refuses to wear the flower crown you made him

Preschool!Sukuna who always reminds you of how dumb you are whenever u get injured — he will patch you up regardless

Preschool!Sukuna who doesn't let you watch as he draws and colors; he later slips the sheets of paper into your backpack

Preschool!Sukuna who steals you away from the rest of your classmates and only plays with you

Preschool!Sukuna who fakes being sick so you can tend to him

Preschool!Sukuna who shares his lunch with you when you are hungry

Preschool!Sukuna who refuses to share his toys with any kids who asks, but immediately shares them with you when you approach him

Preschool!Sukuna who, when he first met you, thought he was dead and that he was looking at an angel — funny that he even assumed he would end up above

Preschool!Sukuna who throws a temper tantrum when you guys aren't seated together

Preschool!Sukuna who holds hands with you when you guys walk together

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @lich1 @hannas16 @acroso

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna headcanons #sukuna fluff #preschool!sukuna au

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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I DONT WANT TO HEAR A PEEP-

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“‘Kuna?”

“Go away.”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“I barely tolerate you as a human, you want me to tolerate you as a literal pesk?”

You jaw drops as Sukuna continues to play his game, thumbs tapping expertly on the controller as the violence breaks out on screen. He’s propped on his pillows while you’re curled into his side, the heat from his body sticky and warm as you use his chest as a pillow to thumb through your phone.

Only slightly hurt now that he’s mentioned he wouldn’t like you still.

“I bet yuuji would still like me,” you grumble.

“To be frank, I don’t really care what yuuji does.”

If he didn’t want you to see the way his jaw ticked at the mention of his brother, he did a poor job of it.

You notice it. And of course, you smirk as you sit up to prod him more.

“I bet he’d pick me up in a little leaf, carry me home and put me in a little tank,” you begin. “I bet he’d hand feed me fruit to my little mouth and make me such a happy worm.”

“Well then why don’t you go fuckin’ date yuuji then?” He snarls, motioning at the door. “Since he’d just love you so much.”

“I don’t want to date yuuji,” you pout back. “I want to date you. I love you. Even if you don’t love me-“

“For fucks sake-“ he pauses his game and, before you can ask, he flips you onto your back, straddling you and gripping your shoulders. He shakes you, and you squeal as he does.

“Yes, I’d still like you. Yes, I’d build you a stupid little cage. Yes I’d charge people to come look at you. Yes I’d feed you fruit, and yes I’d pet you every day. Yes. Yes. A million times yes, fucking let me play in peace.” With each few words, he pulls your shoulders up before slamming them back down into the bed, the springs bouncing you back into his hands.

“‘Kuna!” You giggle, your arms bending at the elbow to make minimal distance between you and your man, and despite the annoyance he wishes to convey, there’s a cheesy smile on his face, brows furrowed in focus and chest heaving from his speech and the act of bouncing you so intensely. He stops with a sigh, sitting up straight and smoothing his hair back.

“You’re such a fuckin’ nuisance,” he insults.

You smile and sit up to meet his face, cupping it in your hands to guide him into a kiss. He scoffs before ultimately leaning down to comply.

“Im your nuisance,” you mewl, giggling against his lips.

“Sadly.”

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jaegersdevil · 3 days

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dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever

the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.

"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."

your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.

"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."

your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"

you suppress a giggle. "coffee."

"coppee?"

"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.

you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.

"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"

"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.

"i want coppee."

"hm? what?"

"coppee!"

"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"

you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.

"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."

"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.

“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”

“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”

sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"

"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."

#sukuna jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #dad!sukuna #— ann writes!

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ramonathinks · 7 months

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Say His Name | SUKUNA

Say his name three times and he shall appear, fucking virgins before he disappear.

tags: (18+, minors and ageless blogs dni) corruption, virginity loss, monster-fucking, double cocks, mouth fucking, pet names (pet, my human, female), oral(f! receiving), handjobs, nipple play, fingering, creampies, copious amounts of cum, tummy bulge, sex in sukuna’s domain, overstimulation, mirror sex

notes: early i did originally plan an entire kinktober but lol (18+ banner/divider made by @/cafekitsune. repost from my first ever kinktober 🥂

“SUKUNA, SUKUNA, SUKUNA.” Call it childish for believing in such tales. But you wanted it to be true. Looking in the darkly lit bathroom of your dorm bathroom you groaned, blowing the candle out. You flipped the light switch back on.

You’d been hearing about it all year. But you should’ve known better than to believe a silly little legend like this. But you were a blushing and bubbling mess of a virgin. So hearing of some mysterious sexy man who fucks virgins with no strings attached seemed too good to be true and you just had to test this theory. But really you should’ve known better. You were too old to believe in such things but you were all dolled up just for him.

You’d been waiting until everyone on your floor was gone and you put on your best and sexiest lingerie. You weren’t expecting to wear this for such a man that everyone has described but you were ready. You were thinking maybe for a boy who’s eventually won your heart you’d wear this to give yourself away.

Your hair was down in a medium length silk press, wearing puffy pink ugg slides and a short pink fuzzy nightgown that hugged every inch of your body, amplifying your busty breast all for show. You even went with no panties.

All for him.

All for a no show.

Sighing, you reached for your shower caddy and got prepared to wrap your hair.

But a deep chuckle from behind, startled you. Every fiber in your being was begging you not to turn around. Your stomach clutching with a sense of fear and your mouth running dry.

“Little human.” His voice alone had you shaking but surprisingly it wasn’t all just fear, something else deep inside, something not so pure filled your body. Lust. You were still too afraid to look at him, your knees growing weak as he continued to speak.

“Too scared to turn around but all dolled up just for me. I can practically smell your sweet nectar from here.” He purred, his breath on your neck and you could feel the warmth of his body heat all over you. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taking his tongue, he licked up your ear before biting your lobe. “I could smell how sweet you are even before I got here. I couldn’t believe how delectable you smelled.” With hard hands, he softly grasped both of your breasts.

You released a small yelp with such surprise but your tummy fluttered. “Oh, my little human likes that…” He took note, pressed hot kisses against your neck. Squeezing your breast. With rough hands he stroked your nipples until they grew hard.

You were letting him have his way with you and you still hadn’t even seen his face. You moaned when you felt the soft drag of his claws, tugging at your gown.

“Tell me how badly you like my touch female…or I might just stop.” He pressed his hips into yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. “Don’t you want my cocks?” His voice was laced with something unfamiliar, he pressed his nose in your hair and did a quick inhale.

Desire pooled in your belly whenever he talked. “C-cocks?” You squealed. “I… I don’t think I can handle such a thing…” You muttered, trying to move away from him, keeping your eyes trained on your feet.

“Look at me.” He gripped your jaw in his fingers and forced your eyes to the mirror. Your pussy clenched against nothing when you saw his face. He was truly a beautiful demonic man. With sharp teeth and dark eyes that ate up your entire figure. There was colorful dark markings over his face and a sickening grin on his lips when he noticed you staring so hard. His spiked pink hair looked so soft that you wanted to pet him. “You desire is all in the air,” His told you. “Let me please you, my little human.”

“W-wait! I-um…” Your voice was hoarse and completely choked out as you stuttered, trying to find any excuse.

“You wish to deny me this?” He palmed your pussy. Dragging his hand all over the mound before trailing lower. “You are truly ravishing… in all these places.” You we’re panting and hanging on to every word he spoke, opening your thighs wider so he can feel you.

“Tell me…beg me…” His hand ran down lower, inching closer and closer towards your puffy clit.

Then he pulled away.

It was awful and your body felt cold, you even almost tripped over yourself, to which he chuckled. “Why did you st—”

Pressing his hot lips to yours he kissed you, squeezing your ass and adding his tongue. His tongue was sucking and sliding in every inch of your mouth, you could barely breathe. It felt so long and so deep, almost like he was in your throat. “I want you to beg me for my touch, I know you want it… so beg for it, or you won’t get it.” He said as he pulled away, drool on the corner of his mouth.

“Please…touch…me…” You forced the words he wanted to hear out. “I want your fingers, your tongue, your…cocks.” You whimpered a deep pout on your lips. He smiled at your honesty and he clipped your lingerie down with his claws in one swift motion.

His thumb caressed your folds softly and he groaned watching the wetness drip to the floor. Slipping one finger inside, you gasped, holding on to his wrist and grinding down a bit. Loud squelching noises filling the air every time he pushed in a bit deeper. “Tight little thing. All for me.” He dropped to his knees and licked his lips once he spread your folds open.

“Pretty little pearl.” He rasped before taking it in his mouth. Your hips buckled and thrashed against his face, your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. He added another finger, hard. Slamming them both inside of you, stretching you wide. So much cream and slick ran down your thighs, he pumped faster inside of you.

Both of his cocks were leaking and aching but all he could think about was your pussy and just how good it taste. He groaned with his eyes closed, spreading his fingers inside as you sobbed above him.

“Please, please…” He didn’t know what you were begging for. He sucked, putting his entire mouth on you, licking up and down your sensitive clit. He pressed deep kisses before removing his fingers from your insides. He dipped his tongue deep inside of your tightness and he felt you tighten up, fisting your hand in his hair, rocking your hips.

“Sukuna!” Your eyes were filled with tears as he moaned for more of your virgin taste on his tongue. Hearing his name on your tongue had him throbbing but he resisted touching himself — wanting only to come in your tight pure virgin body.

“I’m going to— ah.” Your body snapped and shook but he continued to feast on your insides, his long tongue hitting all your sensitive spots and every muscle, you came around his tongue and he welcomed everything you gave him. Your walls fluttered against his tongue and your hands grabbed even deeper into his hair, toes curling and small sniffles filling the room.

He placed his tongue back to your sore clit and gave it a few more sucks before he smirked up at you, the pretty noises still in your throat as you tried your hardest to be quiet. Looking up at you with such desire that you felt yourself shrinking. “I was waiting so long for you…” He told you, standing to his full height. “Don’t know if I can let you go this time…”

You didn’t understand. You were still reeling down from such an orgasm. He inhaled against your neck. “Pretty little human. I’m not going to let you out of my sight. Too precious.” He took your lips again and you closed your eyes deeply, gripping his arm as you tasting yourself on his tongue.

When you finally pulled back and opened your eyes, you didn’t know where you were. All darkness surrounded you, dimly lit candles and a beautifully made canopy bed with dark sheets. You could see some sort of throne in the other part of this dark place, which took up almost the entirety of that space. The room seemed to go on forever, almost endless. You felt empty, he wasn’t there anymore. Confusion bled through your mind until you felt him take your hand, dragging you to the bed.

“What did you mean… with what you said moments ago?” You swallowed, trying not to look him in the eyes. But those deep red eyes made it almost too hard to do that. He stared you down before pushing you down to the bed.

“It means you’re mine. All mine.” His hot tongue trailed down your neck and it burned you, your weak legs thrusting against him. He lowered his hips flush against yours and you could feel just how big and thick his cocks were, it was almost disgusting how badly you wanted them. He sniffed and did a devilish grin at you. “Why fight it? You called me here. I have you. Don’t tell me you’re still scared… I won’t hurt you.” He promised.

The way his eyes held such sincerity you couldn’t look away. The flimsy material he wore, slipped off and you got a glimpse of everything he was hiding from you. The rippling abs and those dark marks similar to the ones on his face, you could feel yourself leaking when your eyes drifted to the pretty cocks he possessed.

Throbbing and veiny. Angry red tips coded in leaking creamy pre-cum. You didn’t mean to but you licked your lips and he groaned in your ear: “Female, it looks like you want to taste my cocks…” More pre-cum dripped down and you were panting at the sight, something coming over you. With a trembling hand, you reached out between you both and gripped the base of one, he twitched in your hand but you didn’t stop your assault.

He was thick. You couldn’t imagine doing this to both of his cocks at the same time, you needed both of your hands just to cover just one of them. He thrusted his hips upward, sliding himself through your hands with strained moments. He didn’t want to cum, only wanted it to be inside of you but fuck, this was heaven.

You stroked him, nice and slow. Feeling every bit of him and keeping your clouded eyes on his, both of your breathings harsh and in sync, hot and turned on. Rubbing your thumb on the tip, you watched as a bit more liquid leaked out, slipping between your hands.

“Knees. Now.” He rasped, he needed to be in your tight little mouth now. He needed it. You barley had time to move before he was thrusting himself inside of your mouth. “Fuck…ing, pretty little mouth.” He muttered, thrusting his hips harshly in and out of your mouth. His other cock begging for attention, you squeezed it hard and be released a beautiful moan continuing his rhythm.

Swallowing around him, he bellowed. “Fuck!” He had manners and didn’t want to mess up his female’s hair but he wanted you to take him deeper into your mouth. Pulling you slightly by your hair, he buried himself deeper into your mouth. Bucking his hips, you slid your mouth up and down — saliva covering his length — then you lapped at the tip, rubbing your mouth on it before slipping him back into your throat. Moaning around his cock, then you decided to switch to his other cock.

He was amazed and his toes were curling, watching you. He could see just how much of him was buried in your throat. He could hear the amount of sucking and slurping and you still had time to fondle his balls.

He was going to cum. He could feel it in the pits of his belly. Sweet moans leaving your mouth and he couldn’t take it anymore. With a deep groan, he pulled you flush to his hips and came deep inside of your mouth, his other cock jerking and spasming — raining cum on your face.

He looked at your cum splattered face and his cocks grew hard again and he knew the perfect way to end the night. “Need to be inside of you, now.” He didn’t want anything to stop him. He didn’t clean you off or anything, he wanted to fuck you as filthy and dirty as you looked.

And he would.

He pulled down your panties and looked at your leaking cunt. Smiling in delight, “All this just from sucking my cocks…naughty girl.” He lined up both of his cocks to your small hole.

“Both of them?!” You squealed with wide eyes. “They can’t both fit…” You swallowed hard and he did a roar of heavy laughter.

“Gonna just stretch you out with this one,” He rubbed his throbbing tip along your slippery glistening folds as you cried out. “Then once you’re all full, gonna add my other cock and make you cum all night, my little human.”

He lined himself back against your tight heat, almost slipping inside, he eyed your face before he thrusted forward and buried himself inside of your virgin flesh. Your nails were digging into him as you screamed, it hurt bad.

He was so massive inside of you and your walls wouldn’t let him go, clinging to him. “So damn tight.” He groaned, his hips snapped and with each thrust he was able to get deeper and deeper.

He couldn’t bare to look at you, hearing your small sniffles was hard enough. He wanted this pleasurable for you. His fingers were fast on their way to your little clit that was already throbbing for his attention, he pressed two of them against you and felt you roll your hips against his with a sharp moan, “Ah!”

He did a few sloppy thrust, his balls hitting the cusp of your ass and he could tell that you were feeling good based off how you were reacting. “Please make me cum.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Now with a newer angle he pressed deep into a gooey wetness that had your tongue out and you squeezing his cock even better than before.

He slammed his cock inside of you, now going at any intense speed. Rocking his hips into yours, trying to hit your sweet spot again. He pressed deeper inside of you, bottoming out. “Say my name.” He told you, softly against your lips before claiming them. His thrust going hard and reckless, stretching you out.

You felt so full, he reached down and jerked his other cock. Squeezing the tip and continuing to thrust faster, rocking the bed. “Say my name.” He said again, his hips slamming down on yours. He felt heavy inside of you and you couldn’t focus on him, drowning in a warmth of endless pleasure.

He bucked his hips and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up — to look into the mirror above you, watching yourself getting fucked before saying again: “Say my name.” This time annoyed and with a growl.

“Sukuna!” He pumped his cock inside of your little pussy, stretching it just for him and thrusting more — the hold your cunt had on his cock made him bite his lip when he withdrew himself slightly before slamming back inside.

Your eyes roll back when his tip hits your special spot again and your moans has him in a chokehold, “Sukuna, right there, please… again.” You arch your back and he grips your waist, pushing you back down into the mattress.

With a last long thrust, he fills your cervix with creamy cum that leaks out of you. His other cock bobbling before spraying you down as well, you clench around him for the final time and almost breathlessly you say his name again.

Body weak and your eyes fluttering. He pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips.

“My little human stuffed with my cum.” He purrs, wrapping a strong arm around you and you say something that he can’t hear as you drift and drift…

And drift to sleep.

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