Cheeky Sneaky Choso Smut Drabble. Choso X Fem Reader.

cheeky sneaky choso smut drabble. choso x fem reader.

cw: begging, oral (female receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

w/c 500. not proofread!

I just think choso is so damn needy.

the second he gets a taste of how good it can feel to love someone and be loved, he's hooked. absolutely addicted like a man possessed. the first time he lets you run a hand through his hair, his eyes droop closed as the shivers ripple down his spine, feeling something he's never felt before, but struck by what was almost instinct.

choso allows you to reposition him so that he's sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, flanked on either side by your legs as you perch on the edge of the couch, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. it takes everything he has not to practically purr beneath your touch, and he's successful for the most part, ignoring the rogue, quiet groan that slips out. when your hands travel down the back of his neck and begin massaging his shoulders, you immediately notice the way that they drop. thinking that you've done something wrong, you stop, but his head immediately whips around, revealing his doe-eyed expression.

"why'd you stop?"

the way he says it is almost a whine, a high-pitched plead to continue as he reels from no longer feeling your touch. you sit back and pout - with a smile - as you gaze down at his pained expression. you shrug your shoulders, deliberately playing the teasing game with him, and watch with glee as he turns around to face you, planting a palm on each of your knees as he does so. he wastes no time in running them up your thighs as he peppers kisses wherever he can.

"c'mon," he mutters, "please, for me?"

you remain silent and continue to feign ignorance, enjoying the way choso manages his withdrawals. if you didn't know any better, you'd swear he was about to burst into tears. he slips his hands beneath your dressing gown as he slowly pushes himself to his knees, reaching around to the meat of your ass while his kisses reach the insides of your thighs. your head lolls back as he tries to pull you towards him, and you're no longer in a position to deny him. your hands find your way back to his hair as he approaches your already wet cunt, and the way he feels your nails tangle in amongst the jet-black strands pushes him beyond reasonable thought. you gently guide him to where you need him most, and while he might’ve wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and stay himself a while longer, he just can’t resist. you’re just too sweet.

he languidly laps at your clit, already drunk on your taste and just how wet you are. his grip on you is firm, as is yours on him, keeping him pinned between your legs, although he could break free if he really wanted to. his hair tickles the inside of your thighs, adding to the dizzying sensations. the way your breathing turns heavy, rapidly followed by moans of “cho-so” has his judgement clouded and vision impaired. all that matters to him right now? you.

before long he can no longer ignore his cock throbbing against the inside of his sweats, and is past feeling embarrassed at the patch of pre-cum that has soaked through. he pulls away before you cum, bringing you to his level of desperation. when you fail to release your grip on his hair, that doe-eyed expression returns.

“please,” he says breathlessly, “please, sweetheart, can I fuck you?”

and who are you to deny him, when he’s made your cunt so wet and welcoming?

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— HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | smut, husband gojo satoru, f!pregnant reader, pet names, daddy kink, playful use of “mommy” once, piv sex, kinda yan gojo, possessive reader too hehe, not beta read. | 2.4k |

Rain pattered down the windows, the slight churns and groans of the storm sending tremors through the walls. Whilst the candles dotted around the room flickered and billowed in envious whispers at the married pair so lovesick they were bedridden tonight. 

It had been a long week, but luckily today was finally Friday. Monday through Wednesday you craved combinations of food that made even Satoru’s face contort, nevertheless he drove to every supermarket whenever a single item you’d listed was sold out. Thursday and Friday you’d insisted on going to work (almost giving him a heart attack when he came in to bring you lunch and caught you running yourself ragged—twice). But of course Satoru had married another workaholic.

However, tonight belonged to the two of you and that thrilled him to his core. He found himself delighting in every part of this experience, like when he picked you up from work and you nuzzled into his chest a little longer than normal. He read somewhere that pregnant wives were comforted by the masculine scent of their husbands so he couldn’t deny that it turned him on. All of this did.

Just to lay with you in his lap like this, your cheek pressed to his thigh and your hair tickling his skin, whilst an assortment of heavy, fleece blankets fit snugly around your limbs. You were so undeniably his right now, carrying the result of your love, his child. The child you’d made— together (the thought sent him over the edge whenever he looked at you).

His eyes wandered over to the crib he’d built just last week, he’d put it in the perfect position by the bed, so he’d be able to watch over his baby as soon as they were born. So far he’d filled it with a stuffed giraffe and a pastel lilac blanket that Nanami had knitted for you both. 

He couldn’t wait to do this with you.

He stroked fondly at your hair as you giggled at the film, he insisted on light films only, nothing to scare the little peach in your belly, he said. His eyes were brimming with affection as he gazed at you because you were so precious and full of life. He was also savouring the time he had to baby you like this, you were so needy these days and he adored it because you were always so fiercely independent before that you hated accepting help.

You curled up below him, the illumination of the television reflecting off your glowing skin. It was so soft right now, he wanted to kiss it, touch it, stroke it lovingly as he fucked you. God damn it, it was already making Satoru’s cock stir. He needed you.

His eyes trailed down to your breasts and how they strained against your silk nightdress, “Honey?” he hummed.

“Mm?”

“Let’s switch,” he offered innocently.

You nodded, not breaking your eyes away from the film as you leant against the headboard and waited for him to get comfy between your thighs. 

You were so focused on the film in fact, that you didn’t think much of it when your nightdress was being carefully shifted up over your body exposing your sex to the air.

In a matter of months you’d be completely his forever, linked not only by matrimony but your child. He could barely compose himself. In fact he’d put himself in such a state just at the sight of you all dewy and soft from pregnancy like this.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he suddenly asked, his voice all syrupy.

You grinned, “Shut up.”

He pressed his lips to your bump, rising until you were beside yourself laughing at the feathery way he was kissing. “Listen to me sweetheart, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Satoru.” Now he was kissing from your collarbones to your throat with every press of his lips drenched in passion. “I look terrible right now!” 

With a single finger he turned your chin so you could look at him. “No? You’re so beautiful right now,” he said, like you were speaking pure nonsense.

Those eyes of his were shining in the candlelight, unwavering and dripping with lust. In one slick but careful movement he shifted you below him. You were still weak from giggling as you playfully batted him away, “Satoru!”

He closed the distance, brushing his nose against yours like a devoted kitten, “Mrs Gojo,” he purred, “Do you know what you do to me?”

“What’s gotten into you?” You feigned annoyance but wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to give him a tender kiss, joining your smiles.

He made a little hmph sound before he deepened it, speaking through needy flicks of his tongue.

“You have,” he solemnly replied, “In my heart, in my soul. Forever.”

You shifted the snowy hair from his eyes, your eyes softening at the tiny smile that was always etched on his lips when he was with you. 

“It’s always you and I, Toru.”

Something primal ignited in Satoru watching you speak so surely with those tired sweet eyes of yours. You were so strong, putting up with all the back pain and the sickness and the crazy cravings.

“Sit back,” he suddenly commanded, kissing his way down your centre until he reached between your thighs.

“What are you doing? Satoru?” 

Your voice shook as he carefully peeled back the hood of your clit and sucked and in seconds he was eagerly lapping at the juices already oozing into the sheets. You got worked up just as quickly as he did these days, must be the hormones he supposed, as he rutted his cock into the mattress. “You don’t have to, you’ve done so much for me this week!”

“Please baby, just a taste. Just let me have a taste of you,” he groaned, his head swimming.

“Toru.” As he moaned into your cunt you slowly began to buck your hips to get closer, Satoru was an expert at everything, including pleasure.

He sloppily kissed your cunt until you were squealing at his zeal, he could always be serious, but he was always a little playful first. “I’m just saying hello,” he said firmly, “so just sit back and let me take care of some things, yeah?”

“Yeah?” you moaned, your back arching as your hands slotted into his hair. 

“Yeah,” he groaned, pulling away with his eyes darkened and his arms locked around your thighs. “Keep those pretty eyes open, come on baby,” he whispered, that playful smile on his lips.

You nodded as he smirked, spitting all over your pussy to lap at it with your eyes locked until your cheeks burned. “Such a sweet cunt,” he purred. “Drives me crazy.”

“It’s all yours,” you weakly offered as you leaned back and clutched at your breasts, but nothing could ground you from the dumbing pleasure of Satoru’s learnt ministrations.

“I know,” he said before he resumed his noisy eating of you. He broke away minutes later only to tell you to spread your thighs as wide as you could for him, “You’re doing so good, baby. I won’t stop till you come on my face, kay?”

He worked his tongue in languid, broad strokes, burying his face into you until your slick was smeared all over his face. Every sweet sound you made spurred him further in his worship, and when he took a moment to breathe, his voice was low as he spoke, full of gravel and desire.

“I know you missed this, I know I did. I couldn’t control myself.”

He then slid in two fingers and grinned when you whimpered and then clenched on him. So perfect and familiar to him that he felt like your body was his own too. If you throbbed on his fingers, his heart would sync up to the same beat, he was so sure.

“Don’t want you to,” you stammered through shaky breaths. 

“You like it, yeah? You like when your pussy makes a mess?”

His eyes widened when you quickly nodded and tugged him up for a kiss, sliding your hand down into his sweatpants. “No, don’t you wanna come baby?” he practically whimpered. 

“Wanna come with this. Need my man, my sweet sweet husband. So attentive, always taking care of me. I need his cock. My cock.”

He whimpered into your lips at your words, choking on his breaths as you palmed his achingly hard erection. “Fuck, it’s all yours baby, need to be inside of you or I’m gonna lose it.” 

“Fuck me Toru? I need it so bad,” you teased.

“I can do anything for you, baby. Tell me how you want me, you wanna get fucked? Can you take it?” he babbled, bucking into your hand and spilling precum all over your fingers.

He was panting, cupping the back of your neck as he kissed all over, “Baby!” 

You squeezed the tip of his cock and he whimpered, you hadn’t fucked in weeks due to the stress of everything and he was already dangerously close.

“Just take baby, take what’s yours, yeah?” he managed through moans as you jerked him even faster. “Don’t let me. Wanna come inside instead, need to!”

He groaned like he’d die if you didn’t let him bury his cock into you in the next minute, so you took his breath away when you flipped him under you and lined his cock up to your cunt. You were so desperate and horny for him too that it was sending him over the edge. 

“Satoru, need you so bad.” You pulled him in for a kiss, whimpering as his large hands dwarfed your hips and he shoved you down onto his length without warning.

Finally, you gasped at the sensation you’d craved all week. 

“That’s it, you just needed to sit your pretty self down, yeah? That’s all you gotta do now, kay sweetheart? You’ve had your fun, now let me do all the work.”

His words had bite but they were so sweet that your teeth ached.

Satoru wasn’t used to being so out of control, your little argument in the car about you overworking when he picked you up earlier came to mind. “I take care of you, and I always will,” he grunted. 

“I know!”

You melted into his unyielding embrace, holding your bump as he hissed at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock, snapping his hips up in desperate hurried thrusts.

“Don’t want you lifting a finger,” he growled, though more to himself.

“Satoru!”

“Let me do all the work, mommy.”

“Pervert,” you moaned, raking your hands back through his hair and tugging until he growled.

“You’re so so beautiful, aren’t you? Stretching yourself out on my cock like this, hm?”

You could barely breathe, Satoru’s dick fucking you so deeply cream oozed down his shaft with every smack of his hips. “Gonna come, Toru!”

“Yeah? Let’s come together baby, come here beautiful. Show me that face.”

Satoru grabbed your face, cupping it whilst you steadied yourself on the headboard and grinded your hips in circles.

“Beautiful, beautiful, all mine— all ours,” he chanted like a madman, like the lovesick husband he was. 

“Gotta be careful with you though baby, our munchkin’s in there!” he pleaded as you started to impatiently match his thrusts.

“She’s fine! Don’t be careful! Just make me come,” you hissed in frustration, your body already aching from the strain of being pregnant. “Please!”

He chuckled, kissing and then sucking on one of your tits, they were so sensitive that your hips started to stutter and you shook on him. He loved every second of it. “Baby, you can come, you can come for daddy, can’t you?” he mocked, feeling you flutter at the words.

“Satoru! Stop, I hate you so much!”

“You love me, you love me so much, don’t lie,” he groaned against your breast, his hand planted firmly to your lower back. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me. Show me how good this cock feels,” he urged. “Ohh, sweetheart!”

Moans tore from your throat before words did, the crashing waves of your climax sending tremors through your body. 

You were spent as you collapsed bonelessly into Satoru’s chest. Your orgasms were so powerful these days that he couldn't help but admire the twitching, now sleepy sight of you. But still, he continued to bounce you up and down as you started to whine and nearly sob at the overstimulation. “More baby, you can do it.”

You shook your head, gripping onto the headboard as he nodded with that sweet yet sadistic smile of his, lifting you until only his tip remained inside. 

His eyes locked on yours, “Breathe for me baby. Just breathe for a second.” He wasn’t asking so you did as he said, watching the way his eyes lidded as they followed the creamy cum sliding down his shaft as you relaxed. 

“Look at that,” he purred, as he yanked your hips back down until he was fully sheathed again. “See, I can’t baby, I gotta,” he spoke into your ear, cooing when you laced your arms around his neck and squeezed. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, so I’ve gotta show ya, huh?”

“Not too fast, please,” you begged, rocking your hips slowly, the loud wet sloshes of your cum only more arousing.

“Shush, you can take it baby, let me fuck my creamy little pussy,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you as he roughly snapped up his hips. “A little more, yeah?”

“Yeah!” 

“Gonna do that for daddy? Just a little more so I can come too.”

“Yes daddy,” you moaned, so hazy you were drooling down his back as you clawed at it. “Give me your cum!”

“Ahh?” He blushed, gripping your ass hard enough to bruise as he moaned out your name until his voice cracked. His thrusts grew frantic, trying his best to be gentle, but it was so hard when your swollen tits bounced everytime he filled you completely up inside. 

You quickly came again, clenching his cock tight as you bit on his shoulder, marking him. “All fucking mine,” you whimpered into his skin, pushing your hips down on his as you covered him in your juices once again. “My Toru.”

That little argument earlier had also started because you were sure the receptionist at work had been flirting with Satoru.

“Oh yeah, I'm all yours baby!” he moaned, cupping the back of your head and clutching you tightly as he spurted out ropes and ropes of cum inside of you. “You got me there…You fucking got me, sweetheart,” he panted, his cock twitching inside of you with no sight of stopping.

“Too full,” you moaned, “Fuck Toru, how much more?”

“A lot more.” He pulled out to come all over your pussy too. You both laughed through your breathlessness, it was like his body had lost control as his cum covered everywhere.

“Satoru! Satoru?” 

“Heh, heh. We’re gonna have to go again…”

He stroked up and down your spine, your chests brushing each time you both heaved for breath.“Wait! Wait!” He pulled away, cupping your cheeks with his eyes wide, “We’re having a girl! You said she!”

You fell into laughter, “Now you notice?”

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› it won't fit bf vs I'll make it fit gf

𓏲 ࣪₊ mdni. size kink. riding him like your life depends on it. begging. crying. f!reader

it's not that nanami doesn't know how big he is but he doesn't really know until he watches your body struggle to take even just the tip of his perfect cock.

he always fills you up so well, stretching your pussy to accommodate his girth and it makes you feel like he must be all the way in your tummy even though he's barely halfway in. but he's also the type that would never, ever do anything to hurt you. when he's got you on your back, your legs spread and your arms laced around the back of his neck, and he hears you choke on your sharp gasp as he slowly presses into you it forces him to pause.

when you plead with him it makes his brows furrow, unwilling to potentially force your body to take all of him so he'll simply tell you in a low, matter of fact murmur that he just won't fit. he'd never push you, never make you take more than you're capable of and he's happy to satisfy you in any other way under the sun.

and while you adore how sweet he is, how painfully considerate of your limitations, he doesn't know just how badly you ache for him. so you take matters into your own hands, sweetly maneuvering him on his back as you start straddling him. your lips are quick to stifle his concerns, cutting off his words of caution as your tongue slides against his and you line him up with your soaked cunt.

as you sink down on him he knows he should stop you, with his hands gently caressing your sides to steady you and his eyes fixed on the way your mouth drops open and the way your eyes get teary feeling every inch of him. he's about to as he sees your bottom lip start wobbling... until you start moving.

even while your hands splay against his chest, fingernails scraping his skin, as you moan and whine about how big he is, how you can't handle it, you're still taking him in deeper with every rise of your hips and bounce of your ass against him. nanami knows he should stop you, at least get you on your back again so he's the one in charge of how much you're taking, but he just can't bring himself to. it's mesmerizing, the most heart stoppingly attractive thing to grace his field of vision in all his life.

feeling the way your warm walls throb around him, how incredible it feels every time you slide back down to bottom out and split yourself fully on his cock makes him feel dangerously close to delirium. his hands cup your ass, his fingers dig into the plush fat, urging your movements to take on a more frantic pace and you're mewling, pleading for him to give you more, more, more.

when he pulls you down against him in a harsh grip, hips slamming up to recklessly give you just what you asked for he tastes the tang of saltwater in your kiss. tucking your face against his neck to stifle your sobs for him to go faster, harder he loses himself fully in the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, the way your body's doing everything in its power to milk him for all he's worth.

he almost can't believe he's been so stubborn, trying to tell you your own limits when clearly you know yourself far better.

gojo is the type of guy who finds comfort in your pussy. imagine him coming home from a mission and seeing you laying on the bed with your phone in your hand. you're wearing tiny short that don't leave much to the imagination, not talking about the fact that the shorts are to the side so he can see your pussy. he flops on the bed, burying his face into your ass. you yelp pushing the ass up and he uses is as a chance to dive right into your pussy

"i can't believe you flaunt your pussy like this in front of everyone." he whines in between swipes of his tongue.

"there's no one here, satoru."

"leave me be, im tired." he mumbles against your skin. his tongue spots and you shake your head, your boyfriend fell asleep with his face still between your legs.

men are so quick to blame the gods

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. w/c: 2.6k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. aged up!yuuji. sa is mentioned but it's pretty much just sukuna saying he doesn't condone it. heavy kissing. obvi features yuuji x reader but it's not at all the focus. cursing. sukuna calls you kitten. i'd like to think he's not too ooc in this but im probably delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: am i rehabbing our handsome vicious psychopath? yes<3 loosely inspired by this post (features manga spoilers) of him being v beautiful and poetic part one // part two // part three masterlist

humans have always irritated the king of curses— pathetic little vermin scurrying around, utterly oblivious to their own weakness.

so it came as quite a shock to him when he awoke after over a millenia, only to find himself trapped inside the body of some teenaged brat.

nearly 6 years later and he's positive there isn't a person he despises more in the universe. not even the cocky six eyes wielder can elicit sukuna's fury the way itadori yuuji so easily does.

that's why he resolved early on to kill his vessel's pretty little girlfriend, an act he hopes might satiate his spite. he's positive nothing would devastate yuuji more.

luckily for you, life has a funny way of working.

you and yuuji are standing at an intersection in the city, the pink-haired man staring at his phone as he tries to piece together the directions to a new sushi restaurant you've been wanting to try.

when the pedestrian sign on the other side of the street blinks, you step out onto the pavement without checking for oncoming traffic.

"what the-" yuuji's confused voice fills your ears just as a rough hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward violently.

a car barrels through the spot you'd just been standing, the driver clearly not paying attention to the traffic signal. you look back just in time to see harsh black marks fading from your boyfriend's arm, though the rest of his body has seemingly remained unblemished.

it's an odd sensation for yuuji because he's never lost control to sukuna in such a manner. he doesn't dwell on it long though, as anger blossoms in his chest.

"do not touch her," he scolds the curse occupying his body.

a mouth appears on his cheek and scoffs. "sure. i'll just let her die next time."

"it's okay, yu," you interject before he can retaliate. "thanks, sukuna. i, uh, appreciate it."

he grumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth quickly disappearing. your boyfriend looks at you bemused, but you only shrug. the fact that yuuji had lost control to sukuna doesn't make you feel nervous or threatened. you're grateful that he kept you from being run over, albeit a bit surprised.

as you continue your walk to the the sushi restaurant, you find yourself not quite able to meet yuuji's eye because... well... you haven't exactly been forthright regarding your relationship with the king of curses.

the first night it happens, you're laying in bed eagerly finishing the final volume of a manga you've been reading. yuuji is fast asleep and has been for hours, though you're used to being the night owl in the relationship.

you keep wiping at your eyes, the cheerful ending tugging at your heartstrings and tying the story together in a beautiful way.

"can you stop with your incessant sniveling? this idiot's brain is so rarely quiet and you're ruining it."

you look over to see the eye beneath your boyfriend's is open, staring at you scornfully.

"can you fuck off?" your tone is obviously meant to mock him. "i'm finishing one of my favorite mangas and you're ruining it."

"need i remind you of your place, brat?" he sneers. "it's dreadfully wretched, crying because you don't like the ending to some stupid story."

"since you're so clearly invested, i'll have you know i'm crying because i do like it."

"..and here i thought you couldn't get any more pathetic."

your eye twitches in annoyance. "just because you're mad about being stuck in 'some idiot human's body' doesn't mean you have to go around projecting your feelings of inadequacy onto other people."

you move your hand to cover the mouth on your boyfriend's cheek before sukuna can respond, hissing out in pain just a moment later.

"oh my god, you actually bit me." you inspect the teethmarks on your palm in disbelief.

"just wait until i win control of this body— the punishment you deserve for such insolence. you'd better hope you're miles away, but even then—"

"holy shit, enough already. i'll go to sleep. enjoy your peace and quiet," you growl angrily, flipping off the lamp and turning away from him. for some reason, you still find yourself mumbling, "good night."

sukuna's eye widens before promptly closing, the silence hanging in the air heavily. it's the longest conversation he's had in years and the first casual pleasantry he's heard in a millenia. he tries to feel satisfied that he got what he wanted in the end, before returning to his quiet solitude.

over the next few months, your late nights are graced somewhat frequently by the king of curses. he mainly complains— the friends you hung out with earlier were annoying, the tv's too loud, it took yuuji twenty minutes to exorcise a curse that sukuna could have dealt with in seconds.

it doesn't bother you nearly as much anymore and he's no longer able to get under your skin like he did that first night. it seems as if he's losing his touch, or perhaps he just isn't trying as hard.

it's around one in the morning, a book resting in your lap while your boyfriend snores softly beside you. sukuna's eye pops open, peering over at the text. "you're reading homer?"

your body jerks, startled by his sudden question, but you recover soon thereafter. "yeah, were you two friends or something?"

"no, you fool," he derides. "he lived far before my time."

though you don't comment on it, you find it amusing that your sarcasm had gone over his head. "oh, you're right. how silly of me to think you had friends."

"such profound witticism. i can hardly contain myself."

you sneak a glance over to find he's narrowed his eye at you and you actually giggle. "sorry."

it doesn't dawn on you how bizarre the interaction is, but sukuna abruptly realizes that something feels different. not once before tonight had he made you laugh.

he pushes the thought from his mind. "i did, however, indulge in his works during the heian period."

"really?" you perk up. it's not often you give him your full attention. "what'd you think?"

"i suppose i liked him well enough. one of my favorite lines comes from the poem you're reading."

you motion your hand for him to continue. "well don't be shy. i'm sitting here with bated breath."

he rolls his eye, but speaks nonetheless.

"men are so quick to blame the gods— they say that we devise their misery..." you realize for the first time how gruff his voice is, the deep reverberations sending a shudder down your spine. "but they themselves, in their depravity, design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns."

his eye flickers between each of yours before you look back to your book, fiddling with the corner of the page. you're suddenly feeling rather shy. "does that mean you think humans are even crueler than you?"

he muses over your question briefly.

"if i recounted how men would flee the villages i burned, leaving their families behind in a selfish attempt to save themselves.. who would you find more revolting?

you swallow nervously. "i.. i don't know."

"what if i told you of the men who would eagerly offer their wives and daughters to me, hoping i'd spare them.. who would you deem more wicked?"

you're so busy avoiding his gaze that you don't see the way he carefully regards you. a question you're unsure you want the answer to tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. "did you accept? the.. the husbands' offers—"

"no," he responds. "i have little interest in unwilling partners."

"oh. well that's, um, good."

he hums in response, leaving you to process everything he's told you.

"you should stop," you blurt out eventually.

"stop what?"

"being nice to me." you wouldn't normally consider discussing literature then reminiscing about the egregious stories of his past life particularly kind, but then again, it is sukuna you're speaking with. "it's weird."

he rolls his eye again. "you're hardly in any position to be giving me orders, you insufferable brat."

"see? that's much better."

"why are you crying?" his tone is even, conveying neither annoyance or concern. truthfully, he has no idea what compelled him to ask in the first place.

you don't answer, hoping he'll leave you alone. you really don't have it in you tonight, even if sukuna's been much more tolerable recently. it's been weeks since you finished reading homer's epic poem.

the moon is already setting and it's just a few days before your date at the sushi restaurant.

when you sniffle again, he calls your name. you don't register that he doesn't say brat or idiot. it's the first time he's used your actual name.

"w-what do you want?"

"i seem to recall asking you a question."

you're laying on your side, facing away from yuuji and by extension, sukuna.

"i'm not crying," you declare.

sukuna briefly wonders why he's stuck dealing with you while yuuji sleeps, but his inward 'annoyance' is half hearted. "you're an awful liar."

you exhale and turn to look at him. the only light in the room is coming from the tv, but it's enough that he can see you clearly. "sometimes.. i can't help but worry about the execution."

yuuji has told you countless times that gojo has a plan, that he won't let anything happen, but you know what the higher ups are capable of.

and while it's down right shameful, you know that much, it's not only your boyfriend you worry about these days. sukuna's become so commonplace in your life, you almost look forward to talking with him at night.

"the thought of losing yuuji... of losing.. you.. it scares me," you murmur.

your words stir up feelings he's never once experienced and it's confusing to him. "i'd have figured you'd at least be pleased to be rid of me."

"well, i-i kind of thought we were friends now," you share without thinking.

"don't flatter yourself."

he regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth and the guilt he feels as he watches your face fall is unbecoming of a being so powerful. you apologize meekly, shifting (too late) to hide your hurt.

he can't remember a moment in which he's hated being trapped in his vessel's god forsaken body more. he wants to reach out to you, even if the idea feels entirely foreign to him.

but he can't, so he just sighs. "if you think i'm going to let a few feebleminded sorcerers execute me and the brat, you're even more foolish than i thought."

you peer at him, the smallest smile gracing your lips when you realize that's probably as close to an apology as sukuna would ever get.

"promise?"

for fuck's sake. he feels utterly pathetic. completely deplorable. laughable, even—

"yes," he states impassively. "now go to sleep."

"okay." your smile is just a little wider as your fingertips brush the spot below his eye and above his mouth. you wonder if he can even feel it. "good night, sukuna."

"...night, brat."

less than a week after sukuna saves your life at the intersection, yuuji kisses you goodbye as he heads out to a mission. he assures you he'll be early tonight, as he only has to exorcise a semi-grade one cursed spirit in roppongi.

though things don't go quite as planned because in addition to the semi-grade, he finds himself standing before two special grades. he manages to defeat one of the special grades, but the other two leave him badly hurt, his breathing labored.

he has to beg sukuna to switch out with him. the king of curses hasn't forgotten his promise to you and he's no fool— it's clear this is an ambush by the higher ups— but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to have a little fun with the brat first.

he makes quick work of the curses, each of them going rigid with fear as soon as he appears, and it soon becomes apparent that yuuji is too weakened to take back control of his body just yet.

at last, sukuna has his long yearned for freedom and a new world at his fingertips, but there's just one problem... all he wants to do is find you.

when the lock to your apartment clicks, your eyes shift to the door, an excited grin on your face. you can't hide your shock when it isn't your boyfriend that steps inside.

you don't say anything at first, simply following his frame across the room as he approaches you. he leans against the wall a few feet away from where you're sitting on the couch, folding his arms across his chest.

"seems your concerns about the execution weren't unwarranted."

"w-what?!" you exclaim, rising to your feet and taking a step toward him. "what happened?"

he relays the story to you, emphasizing how 'unimpressive' yuuji's power was and how 'terribly simple' it was for him to finish the job his vessel couldn't.

you narrow your eyes at him, only half joking when you ask, "what are you doing here, then? shouldn't you be off pillaging tokyo or something?"

he chuckles. "such a dark mind you have. it wounds me to hear you assume the worst of me."

you bite your lip to hide your smile. "just figured it'd save time."

he closes the space between you and though you can feel the heat radiating from his body, you don't shy away from him. instead, your eyes trail over the dark lines adorning his face and chest.

he reaches up and your breath catches in your throat when the back of his fingers ghost over your neck. his nails graze your skin and a sly smirk forms on his face. "aren't you frightened? it'd be all too easy to kill a little thing like you."

"but you won't."

he can't tell if your assuredness pisses him off, but it certainly makes his heart rate pick up. his hand now occupies the space where your neck meets your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "what has you so convinced?"

"well you saved me, didn't you? and.. and you kept your promise."

he hums in response and your hand seems to act of its own accord when it reaches up to rest atop his. any lingering sense of amusement is gone in an instant, the air now fraught with tension.

"so why are you here, sukuna?" you murmur.

the king of curses has never known goodness. he's wrought untold destruction and misery, his name inspiring fear even after millenia. he's a legend— a god, even— yet here you are staring up at him and he swears the look in your eyes is almost tender.

"i don't know."

"and you had the nerve to call me an awful liar."

you know you're taking a risk when you lean up and press your lips to his. he freezes for a moment before his mouth begins to move against yours tentatively. his arm stays at his side, so you grab his hand, moving it to your waist.

it's as if that flips a switch in sukuna. he backs you up against the wall somewhat roughly and you can feel him smile against your lips when you let out a squeak of surprise.

he uses the opportunity to take your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it before moving to your neck with the intention of leaving a trail of marks across your delicate flesh.

you know you should care, but you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. you're too preoccupied with the feeling. he revels in the little gasps he's pulling from your throat, in the way you grab weakly at his biceps.

"you are divine, kitten," he growls. "been waiting so long to touch you."

just as he finishes speaking, he pulls back a few inches and his body stiffens.

"damn it. not now, you stupid brat—"

the words die in his throat as the black lines begin to fade and you're met with the perplexed face of your boyfriend. he breaths out your name, clearly worried. "what.. what happened?"

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