-> SYNOPSIS. Jjk Men As Househusbands.-> TAGS. Multiple (pretty Much All) Jjk Men X Reader.-> NOTES.

-> SYNOPSIS. jjk men as househusbands. -> TAGS. multiple (pretty much all) jjk men x reader. -> NOTES. there is no mature content in this so all minors are only aged up for the sake of their husband duties!

He wakes up early to get your bento ready, apron tight around his waist as he moves in the kitchen, flipping food and decorating your bento with a small note from him and a heart-shaped sweet. You always thank him with groggy eyes and a kiss, before tugging your shoes on and saying goodbye. — Nanami, Choso, Geto, Junpei, Itadori.

He's annoyed that you keep buying heels that hurt your ankles and the back of your feet. One day, while you're at work, he spends painful amounts of money on a pair of designer heels for you, ensuring that they're professional enough to maintain maturity while also appearing expensive. When he gave them to you, he did so with a huge smile on his face, regardless of the chunk out his bank account. — Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Shiu, Geto.

Whenever he goes grocery shopping, he makes sure to restock the pantry with your favourite snacks, whether you crave them throughout the day or because it's your time of the month. Sometimes, when you're working, he'll bring up a platter consisting of your favourite snacks alongside a freshly brewed coffee/tea. — Itadori, Inumaki, Higuruma, Yuta.

When it's your time of the month, he tries his best to make you a period basket consisting of a blanket, snacks, a plushie, hair accessories and some of your favourite skincare/makeup products. He even tracks your cycle on his phone (if you let him), to check when you're due and when he needs to stock up on sanitary products and be extra careful when taking care of you (he's been subject to your mood swings first hand and you scared him). — Megumi, Gojo, Yuta, Shiu.

His love language is a smidge of physical touch and a sprinkle of acts of service. He tries to act tough despite the cute frilly apron he has on most of the time, his lips pursed and his brow furrowed as he performs his tasks around the house. When he's cleaning your room whilst you're working there, he'll slowly pull you away from your desk by the back of your office chair so he can hoover under your desk. All the while, his heart is fluttering at the sound of your laugh. — Sukuna, Toji, Megumi, Higuruma.

When you're working from home and going late into the night, he'll encourage you to take a break. If you don't listen, he'll start to massage your legs and shake his head at you. "There's no point in me taking care of you if you don't take care of yourself too," he huffs. You laugh breathily at his complaints, ruffling his hair and agreeing to finally call it a day. — Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, Choso, Shiu.

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nightmares, geto blurb

“can i come in?”

suguru stands naked in front of you, well not naked but you could practically see the smudges in the brushstrokes that painted him whole. he had tried to hide that side from you, the places of him that weren’t flawless to the eye but would shatter to pieces if you touched them.

“yeah of course.” you say carefully, letting the invisible light he carried with him pour into your dark dorm. the warmth and brightness he carried spilling out onto your floorboards that would creak with the times you circled your room confused with the thought of how you felt about geto.

you softly closed the door as he walked in, taking his pillow from his hands and throwing it onto your bed. this was a common occurrence for you. geto would show up at your door with his pillow and eye bags progressively getting worse as his nightmares went on. you wanted to wrap him up in all the warmth he had radiated on to you and cover him in the comfort of silence just being silence instead of the absence of rikas heartbeat.

“c’mere.” you softly murmur as you lay on your bed, motioning for geto come and lay next to you. it was hard to not pretend that you couldn’t notice getos deterioration, the same eyes that you once believed could light up a pitch black room had dimmed out. carrying less of the anger he held and more of a heroic grief that was too painful to even think of. you couldn’t not pester him, inviting him to outings or to silent walks that would say so much more than he would. you couldn’t pretend that you hadn’t memorised his outline, the lines in his palm and the creases that would show up whenever he would smile.

that smile.

“wanna talk about it?” he shakes his head no, moving his body closer to yours and resting his head on your chest. you hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart going at hundred miles per second or the hitch in your breathing pattern that matched his whenever you were together. (he noticed the skips in your heartbeat and thought of how the sound of the rhythm was worth holding on a little more for)

but what geto didn’t know was that you would stay up and count his breathing pattern. he didn’t know that you would grow daises in your lungs if he had told you that they were his favourite flower. he didn’t know that you would do anything that would make him feel okay again, because you didn’t know how to feel okay without him. but he was scared. he was scared that if he let you in he wouldn’t stop pouring, turning into an ocean of his memories and waves of the weird feeling that he disguised as being sick. but you wanted him to engulf you like the waves did once to you when you were young, you wanted him to soak you in the crimson liquid that he felt seeped from close wounds whenever someone would ask him how he was doing.

“why aren’t you tired of me yet?” he asked confused.

“how could i ever be tired of you?” you replied with the same amount of confusion, but this type wrapped around his cold bones and brushed a thumb over them; assuring them that you weren’t going anywhere.

Coming Down pt.2

part one

summary: Sukuna finds out you’re Geto’s ex and sees absolute red

pairing: drug dealer sukuna x fem reader

content MDNI: fighting, violence, drugs, vaginal sex, dacryphillia, squirting, spanking, obsessed sukuna, blowjob, public sex, angry sex, oral (f & m receiving), degradation, humiliation

He’s utterly fucking obsessed with you, it’s been three weeks since y’all fucked and you’ve been super busy with work that you guys haven’t seen eachother in person.

He Facetimes you every fucking day like a lovesick loser, talking to you as you do your makeup and get ready for work.

Nothing sexual has occurred during these three weeks, it makes you feel like he really wants you. He’s been doing nothing but getting to know you, he still thinks you’re slow as fuck but in a cute way.

He’s staring at a selfie you just sent him with your hair in pigtails with pink ribbons wrapped around them. You’re beaming at the camera and he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing.

He immediately saves it to the folder with your name on it, scrolling past the several others pics he’s saved. His eyes linger on the video of him fucking you, he’s watched it every fucking day since, fucking himself to it.

“What’s got you so mad?” He hears Choso ask Geto who’s looking at his phone while Gojo does dumbbell curls.

“My fucking ex bro, one minute we’re almost getting back together and then she’s back to playing these fucking games,”Geto says running a hand through his hair.

Everytime he talks about his ex, it’s always something. Sukunas tired as fuck of hearing about the girl, she sounded fucking annoying.

“Just fucking block her,” Sukuna says and Geto shakes his head.

“Nah, you don’t understand. Her head is the fucking meanest,” he says like he’s thinking back to it.

“That all you care about?” Choso asks.

“Well…yeah. She’s too clingy but she fucks like a pornstar so it makes up for it” Geto says making Gojo shake his head at his bestfriend.

Geto looks down to his phone and grins.

“What?” Sukuna asks.

“She’s coming tonight,”.

“How’d you pull that off?” Gojo asks as Geto digs into his pocket and pulls out a silver necklace with a star dangling from it.

“She left it at my place, told her if she wants it to come get it,” he laughs and Sukuna shakes his head. “You’re fucked up” he says.

“Dude don’t even start, you fight with Hianata and then fuck her every other day,” Geto says referring to the toxic situationship Sukunas been in with a girl he met at the gym.

“That shits so fucking over bro. Unlike you I actually blocked her, it’s been over a month,”Sukuna says and the guys raise their brows.

“That’s crazy because she comes in here asking for you every fucking day,” Choso says which isn’t surprising because she’s fucking deranged.

“I bet, but I met someone and I actually fucking like her so I’m not trying to fuck it up,” he says seriously which makes all three look at him like he’s possessed.

“Have you fucked her?” Geto asks and Sukuna almost answers but he doesn’t like the idea of talking about you sexually with other guys even if they’re his friends.

“None of your fucking business,” he says and Geto claps.

“You fucked her. You don’t like her bro, you’re just pussy whipped, trust me I get it. When I’m inside my ex, I’m telling her everything she wants to hear knowing I don’t mean shit,” Geto laughs making Sukuna shake his head. Sukunas an asshole but Getos just fucking cruel.

“Nah, I like her. Like I want to take her on a date kind of like her now shut the fuck up,” Sukuna says making Geto lay down on the bench so Choso can spot him.

His phone starts ringing and he looks down to see the picture of you innocently eating a strawberry. He swipes to answer and walks to the otherside of the gym.

He feels disgustingly dizzy when he answers and you’re beaming at the camera with those cute fucking glasses. You curl your fingers and show him your new set of nails, blood red just like he picked out.

“They’re pretty, baby” he says, wanting to feel them clawing at his back while you’re focused on the fact that he just called you baby. You beam before returning to doing your makeup.

He doesn’t know why but watching you do it has become so calming for him, and he loves the way you pout your lips when you apply mascara. Just so fucking cute.

“Are you almost done?” You ask, seeing the workout machines in the background.

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight but tomorrow you want to hangout?” He asks and you tilt your head.

“Hangout as in fuck?” You ask genuinely and he laughs shaking his head. “No, I mean do you want to go eat ?” He asks and you try to keep your cool, nodding casually but you can’t help the grin that stretches across your face.

“Like a date?” you prod, cheeks blushing red.

“Yeah, and I can give you your gift” he says making you perk up and lean into the camera.

“You got me a gift?” you ask and he nods. He saw the spiderman pandora collection and knew you’d love it, so he bought it.

“Mhm” he says, a layer of sweat coating his face as he licks his lips.

“Thank you Mr.Weedman” you say and he rolls his eyes at the stupid nickname. Everytime he’s called you, you usually answer singing stoner by young thug, you think you’re a fucking comedian.

“I gotta go but I’ll text you, bye” he says and you nod before hanging up.

You sigh, you genuinely like him but then there’s Geto. Liking Sukuna was never your intention, fucking him was. You didn’t do it out of spite or anything like that, you saw him and wanted him.

He just so happens to be your exes drug dealer and you fear they’re friends because Sukuna follows him out of twenty six people.

You had considered getting back with Geto, he always knows what to say to make you feel like this time will be different but then you met Sukuna and suddenly Geto seemed utterly boring.

You contemplate if you should tell Sukuna the truth, it’s clear he likes you and maybe wants more now that he’s asked you out. You stupidly agreed to go to this dumb car meet, only to get your necklace back from Geto. It cost you two paychecks so letting him keep it, isn’t an option.

You spend the remainder of your time watching tv, waiting for it to be time to leave but then you’re opening Instagram. Like always you view Sukunas story, there’s a picture of some tacos, then you skip to a picture of his veined arm and roll your eyes. You just know several girls swiped up on that.

You skip and your heart fucking plummets, there’s a video of a girl getting fucked from behind and your eyes sting. You know it’s him fucking her because of the tattooed hand gripping her waist.

The sounds are burned into your fucking head and you skip to a picture of some black haired girl with blue eyes licking his cheek as she takes a picture of them with her in his lap. A little heart emoji on the picture.

You fucking block him, and you block his number. Fuck him and fuck her.

You’re so fucking angry and hurt, you feel stupid because it’s not like he’s your boyfriend but you like him. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you do.

Your phone pings and you look to see it’s your ex.

asshole: leaving now.

You: k.

You really don’t want to go, you’d rather stay home and mope at the disgusting shit you just saw but honestly you need a distraction. Geto said there would be alcohol at least.

You slip into a black miniskirt, white baby tee with “fuck you you fucking fuck” printed on it and a pair of knee high black boots. You grab your keys and make your way out the door.

The drive is silent, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were so fucking excited to go on the stupid fucking date Sukuna asked you out on and now you just look like a fucking fool.

Geto treated you like absolute shit which you finally realized, and now this, it’s like you’re a magnet for shitty guys.

You feel self conscious as you pull up to the address he gave you, maybe fifty cars lined up outside an abandoned warehousing district. The cars look so fucking nice, as everyone walks around looking under the hoods. You park off to the side and take a deep breath before climbing out. A few people you recognize because of Geto, greet you and you greet back.

You spot the asshole leaned against his green Mitsubishi skyline, he loved that fucking car more than he ever did you. You cross your arms with an annoyed expression as you make your way to him. He’s showing some girl the engine which makes you roll your eyes.

“Y/n!” Gojo greets holding his hand up to dap you which you return. It catches Getos attention and he waves the girl off, leaning against the front of the car. He’s smirking at you as you walk up to him.

He pulls you between his legs and rests his hands on your hips. He leans forward to kiss you and you pull back.

“The necklace, now.” You say and he pulls the jewelry from his pocket. He dangles it between you two, moving it everytime you go to grab it. You’re not in the mood for his bullshit.

“Geto…I have my taser…don’t make me use it,” you warn and he drops the necklace in your palm. He goes to speak but stops and stares at something behind him.

“You got it?” He asks someone from behind you and you turn.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re turned sideways, Geto’s hands still on you as you stare at the tall and muscled pink haired drug dealer. You feel pure fucking dread until it’s replaced by anger because you remember the sick shit he posted on his story. Sukuna doesn’t say anything, his red eyes look at Geto’s hands gripping your hips, his thumb rubbing into the side of your thigh.

“Sukuna, this is y/n, my girlfriend” Geto introduces.

“Ex” you correct making Geto roll his eyes as he leans down pressing a kiss to your neck and you pull away.

“We’ve met,” Sukuna says and you freeze, there’s a pleading look in your eyes which pisses him off more. Knowing your Geto’s ex makes him even more pissed at you, and thinking about the things Geto said about you earlier makes him see red.

“I gotta go, I have work in the morning” you lie turning to face Geto, your back to Sukuna.

“Call me when you get home,”Geto says and you nod, not wanting to start an argument. You walk off while Geto gets up to go scope out the black Mazda several rows down. You feel like you can’t fucking breathe, and it worsens when someone grabs your wrist.

You’re being dragged to the side of the warehouse until he lets go of you. You look up at him and his jaw is clenched tight, a vein popping out of his neck.

“Did you fucking know?” He asks, his voice is harsh and cold.

“Yes…but it’s not what you think,” you try to reason and he laughs humorlessly.

“So you didn’t just fuck me out of revenge?”he asks and you shake your head furiously.

“No… that’s not at all what happened. I saw you in his followings which yeah it was wrong but I thought you were attractive and one thing led to another…but I didn’t use you. I don’t give a fuck about him or what he thinks,” you say, voice trembling.

“But you fucked him? That’s why he had your necklace right?” He asks, his voice getting louder and angrier but this time you laugh.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What does it matter if I fucked him? I had to watch you drill into a fucking bitch on Instagram… real classy by the way,” you say and he goes to touch you but you take a step back.

“Don’t, you don’t get to do that after what you did,” you say, proud of yourself for not crying despite how bad you want to.

“That shit is old, her and I are done, she hacked my shit and posted that. You would’ve known that if you didn’t fucking block me,” he says but you still feel so angry. Seeing that shit felt awful.

“Well I guess we’re done here,” you say starting to walk off but he grabs you as several people walk by. If they turn they’ll see you but they don’t. He pushes you against the wall and your breathing hardens.

“You’re such a fucking brat, it’s your way or nothing right?” He asks and you glare. You feel your heart beating in your throat when he roughly turns you around, pressing you up against the brick wall. His body pushes against yours, his erection digging into your ass.

“You wear this for him?” He asks, thumbs skimming the hem of your skirt, fingers thrumming against the back of your thighs.

“No” you say and he lifts your skirt up tills its bunching around your waist.

“We can’t, someone’s gonna see us,” you whisper, genuinely scared of getting caught.

“Should’ve thought about that before you did what you did. You think you’re a fucking genius don’t you, pretending to buy weed so you could fuck me?” He asks.

“I mean…it worked didn’t it?” you ask.

“Wrong fucking answer” he says tugging your panties down. He lifts each foot out of them one by one till he’s picking them up.

“I’ve had enough of this fucking mouth tonight,” he says, and shoves them into your mouth. His fingers pull your shirt up, till your bares tits are pressed against the wall. His hands dig into the pillowy flesh at the sides as your eyes water, feeling humiliated.

Your stomach tightens as he kneels and pulls your hips back. His breath hits your pussy and your eyes squeeze shut.

“She this wet for me or him?” He asks but you don’t answer and he slaps your ass hard, and then he presses a kiss to the reddening skin before he slaps the other cheek and your nails dig into the bricks.

His tongue slides over your ass cheek, lapping at the skin until he smacks it again. He keeps smacking you until the skins red with handprints. He looks to your cunt, dripping down your thighs.

“You’re fucking drenched, real classy” he says throwing your words back at you. You push forward when you feel his fingers touch your cunt, sliding in your juices.

You cry out and he laughs at you.

“He make you cry like this too?” he asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t know princess, seeing his hands on you, his lips, and the way you let him…it’s making me see red but knowing he’s been inside of you makes me want to tear you apart and kill him,” he says and you hear laughter down the alley. Your head turns to see more oblivious people walking by.

“They can’t save you,” he says and his tongue brushes against your cunt, you cry. He forces your legs open when his tongue hits your clit, licking down your pussy over and over, your eyes are rolling back. You’re shaking against him as your cunt drools on his tongue.

You scream into your panties when you feel his tongue fucking into your hole. Your belly aches as it knots, your body begging for a release. His hands leave your thighs to squeeze your ass as he buries his face between your legs.

He’s fucking starved, and so fucking mad at you.

His tongue laps circles against your clit and your legs shake, squirting against it and onto the pavement. He keeps eating you until he’s done draining you dry.

His lips move to the insides of your thighs and laps at the droplets of cum that glisten against your skin.

When he’s finally off of you, you sag against the wall. The sound of his belt unbuckling makes you feel defeated. His dick slaps against your ass before you feel it lined at your hole and you shiver.

“Did you fuck him?” He asks and you shake your head, he believes you but he doesn’t care anymore. He slams into you and you sob, his hands slide on top of yours and hold them up against the wall as he fucks you.

“This head is mine,” he says moving his hand to tap the side of your skull, pulling out and slamming into you.

“This ass is mine,” he slaps your ass, thrust.

“This body is mine” he squeezes your waist, thrust.

“These tits, are mine” he pinches the side of your breast, thrust.

“This mouth is mine” he kisses you, thrust.

“This pussy is mine” he says slamming into you till he feels his cock touching your cervix and tears stream down your face, mascara ruined.

“You are mine,” he says pressing you painfully into the wall, rutting inside you with reckless abandon as your cheek scrapes against the brick, skin turning red.

His fingers dig into your ass, pinching and you cry out. The sound of him beating into you, pelvis pressed against your ass and your cunt sobbing around him fills the alley.

“Look at you taking me,” he says watching your ass bounce against him, pussy devouring him.

He feels you clenching around him like a fucking vice.

He pulls the panties from your mouth and you gasp, moans leave you with sobs like fucking music to his ears.

“Whose pussy is this?”he asks and you whimper.

“yours” you gasp.

“who’s fucking you y/n?”

“Sukuna, Sukunas inside me,” you cry, feeling yourself on the edge. He watches the way your body shakes against the wall, nails digging into the brick and grabs your trembling hands feeling you cum around him, gushing all over him, a puddle forming on the ground beneath you. He keeps beating into you until he’s about to cum and he pulls out making you whine.

He turns you around pushes you to your knees.

“You’re gonna open and swallow every fucking drop,” he says and you nod obediently. Mouth opened wide as he taps his dick against your tongue. He grips the back of your head and forces his dick down your throat, you’re gasping for air as his cock beats into your mouth. The sounds coming from your mouth are obscene, saliva covering your chin.

He moans and it goes straight to your pussy, your nipples hardening painfully against the metal attached to them.

“Fuck” he grunts looking down at you, gasping, tears sliding down your cheeks, drool covering your face and mascara smeared. The sight of you ruined has his abs tightening and he loses it.

Thick ropes of hot and salty cum shoot down your throat, you can feel it traveling through your chest and filling your belly. He keeps fucking into your face, forcing more out as you greedily swallow every drop.

“Y/n?” You hear someone and your eyes widen. You pull away, swallowing what’s left in your mouth. You fix your shirt and tug your skirt down. Sukuna lazily buckles his pants back up like he couldn’t give a fuck that you’ve been caught and you look to see Geto with Gojo and a guy you recognize as Sukunas younger brother Choso from his Instagram.

“Geto…it’s not what it looks like” you say slowly walking toward him, your face is ruined, shirt caught in your nipple piercings and skirt sideways.

“Nah, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Sukuna says and you have the urge to pinch him.

You stand on wobbly legs as you reach Geto but he pushes you and goes after Sukuna. You hit the ground and Gojo helps you up as Geto punches Sukuna in the face, fucking hard. Sukuna leans over and spits out blood, laughing like he’s fucking deranged.

“Piece of shit,” Geto says punching him again, Sukunas like a fucking masochist letting Geto hit him.

“Me? Nah you just used her, don’t pretend you give a shit,” Sukuna says spitting out more blood and smiling.

“You don’t know shit,” Geto says.

“You mad I made her cum so hard she doesn’t want shit to do with you? You ever made her do that?” He asks looking to the puddle of your cum on the ground and Geto goes to punch him again but Sukunas faster and hits Geto in the nose.

“Cmon guys, this is fucking stupid,” Gojo says as you shake, not knowing what to do and not stupid enough to try and break it up.

“You okay?” Choso asks and you nod, embarrassed.

Geto rolls them over and hits Sukuna again, you walk past them and reach for your fallen purse. You grip the pink taser and spark it, Geto doesn’t move as Sukuna hits him again. Both going blow for blow.

“Stop!” You yell, bringing your taser to Getos neck and his fists drop as he twitches going numb and he falls over.

Gojo and Choso are laughing their asses off as you help Sukuna stand up.

“Fuck you,” Geto groans, trembling from aftershock as you grab Sukunas hand.

“Don’t say another word,” you warn him, grabbing your purse and guiding him past Gojo and Choso.

“You’re so fucking arrogant,” you say as he pulls your panties from his pocket and wags them infront of you. You attempt to snatch them from him but he holds them up to a height you can’t reach even if you jump.

“He treats you like shit, if I had known it was you he’s said all those things about, his ass would’ve been kicked a long time ago,” Sukuna says as he unlocks his car and you climb into the passenger seat. Your face turns beat red when he hangs your panties over the rearview mirror but another part of you likes it.

“Are you still gonna be his friend?” You ask.

“Fuck no,” he says, he’s sure he’ll beat his ass again if he sees him and you frown.

“He’s a piece of shit but don’t let me ruin your friendship,” you say. His hand grazes your cheek.

“I’m not gonna be friends with someone that disrespects you, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to kill him. Now unblock me,” he says making you laugh and you take out your phone. You block Getos number for good, unblock Sukuna and refollow his Instagram though that video still makes you feel uneasy. He can tell by the way you frown at the screen.

“I meant what I said earlier, her and I are done. I haven’t touched her, I changed my login. The only person I want to be with is right here,” he says and you smile. He goes to kiss you and you pull back.

“You can’t kiss me before our date,” you say and he raises a brow.

“Why not?”.

“It’s bad luck” you say, absolutely serious.

“It’s a date not a fucking Wedding…” he says.

“I don’t care, no kissing,” you say and he looks at you like you’re insane.

“You realize you just had my dick in your mouth right?” He asks and you go to speak but then shut up.

“That’s what I thought,” he says and kisses you.

You want to fucking kill him.

You’re very grateful and appreciative for a lot of things, but being shot at isn’t the date you had in mind.

Your breathing heavies as you hide with your gun raised, wondering where this idiot is.

You scream as a gun goes off, the ball hits the spot right beside your head and blue paint splatters on your skin and hair.

Sukuna laughs as you close your eyes and start shooting in a circle.

“Cmon, we’re gonna lose,” he says grabbing your waist and making you run with him till you’re crouched behind a shed. Your hearts in your ears. Sukuna’s scarily good at this, but there’s still four people left.

Admittedly he’s carried your team while you spent a good portion of the game hiding in the bushes. You did get a shot in though, only because the person tripped over their own shoelaces but a win is a win.

Paintballs go flying all around you and you huddle next to him.

“Okay, are you with me?” He asks and you nod, gripping the gun for dear life.

“I’m gonna shoot north ninety degrees, and you cover my six,” he says and you blink repeatedly at him. Your eye twitches before you grab him by the collar.

“Speak English!” you screech and he sighs.

“Baby, just go sit in a bush,” he says before he’s getting up and sneaking off.

Fuck that, you’re catching up to him when you see someone peeking around the corner with their gun aimed at your man. Without thinking, you raise your gun and shoot them in the forehead, pink paint splattering and your eyes widen. Sukuna turns around and you’re screaming.

“Did you see that?! I just saved your ass!” You screech excited as he aims his gun up at you and your brows furrow. He shoots and you hear a groan from behind you.

“Guess we’re even,” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, you can follow my six while we head north,” you say trying to copy him as you start walking off.

“Baby, that’s south,” he says and you shrug turning.

“That’s West…”.

“Not everyone’s good at physics” you say annoyed.

“Oh that’s not-“he’s cut off by the sound of leaves crunching and pulls you with him behind a tree.

You slowly peel away from him and jump out, shooting the person in the back. Sukuna grabs your hand and drags you toward some oil drums. Paintballs go flying at the two of you.

You slowly peek over to see the only person remaining is a girl shooting yellow paint. She’s looking through her scope at you and shoots but you duck before she hits you.

“Okay, she cant shoot both of us at the same time,” Sukuna says.

“What are you suggesting?” You ask, not liking where this is going.

“I’ll distract her and you shoot her,” he says making your face scrunch up.

“I’m carrying us, you should do it,” you say and he looks at you incredulously.

“I shot twelve people, you got two…and you didn’t look either of them in the eye” he says making you gasp.

“A win is a win asshole,” you say as a paintball hits the side of your oil drum.

“I’m about to 360 no scope her shit” you huff, and his eyes widen.

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”.

“You when you were playing call of duty on FaceTime,”you admit.

“That was hot as fuck” he says and kisses you.

“Are you with me?” You repeat his words as you pull away and he smiles, it’s the cutest most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. You drop to the floor and crawl on your stomach, peeking around the drums, you look through your scope and shoot the girl between the eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Sukuna says standing up, with his hand outstretched to you. You take it and he pulls you up.

Once it’s all over and you two have received a little medal for your victory, your stomach is growling. You have to admit you actually had fun, and kind of want to do it again.

“We have to make a stop real quick, to get your gift,” he says from the drivers seat. You have no idea what he could’ve possibly gotten you but all you know is your face turns beat red when he pulls up to the mall and parks in the spot you two first had sex.

“Was this necessary?” You ask.

“This is our spot, we christened it and those seats,” he says looking to his backseats. You roll your eyes, as he tugs on the two pairs of panties he has hanging from the rearview mirror.

“I still want them back,” you say.

“Nah, I’m collecting them like infinty stones now. I’m hoping for blue next,” he says and you pinch his arm before you’re both getting out of the car.

He takes your hand in his as you both walk through the shady mall alley and enter the building. He guides you toward the popular jewelry store, you never cared for pandora till they dropped that damn spiderman bracelet. You wanted it so bad but couldn’t justify the purchase, not after your star necklace.

You feel nervous as he drags you inside. The woman behind the counter smiles at him and waves.

“This her?”she asks and he nods. You blush from the attention as she introduces herself to you. She walks to the back and comes back with a little white box and slides it over.

“Open it,” he says and you nervously let go of his hand. You open it and it’s the spiderman bangle with all the charms and one with your initial.

Your eyes water and you look up at him. The lady behind the counter is smiling.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say, wanting to cry. Nobody had ever gotten you a gift before, at least not Geto. He always forgot your birthday and didn’t care for Christmas and anniversaries.

“I didn’t but I wanted to. Had them keep it overnight incase it doesn’t fit,” he says and helps you put it on, it’s a perfect fit. You smile up at him, and stand on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Thank you” you smile and he grabs your hand with the bracelet on it. You both thank the woman and start to walk out.

About half an hour later, you’re both sitting inside this Italian restaurant. You love Italian, he knows because you mentioned it.

You stare cutely at the menu, debating on getting a margarita when you hear the click of a camera. You look up and he takes another picture of you.

“Ew delete those” you say, you had managed to scrub most of the paint from your face but there’s a few streaks in your hair, your makeup completely faded since you wiped it off.

“No, you look so fucking cute,” he says and you blush, it’s strange being complimented so much outside of sex.

“I think you’re obsessed with me,” you joke.

“I am” he says with a straight face and your eyes widen, you don’t get to speak because the waitress is bringing out your food. You thank her and request a strawberry margarita.

“Can I ask you something?” you asks as he starts to eat his food and he nods.

“Is this real? Like you actually like me, outside of sex and want something more? I just I’ve had that experience where it seems perfect at first until it’s not” you say staring down at your food.

“I’m not him. This is real, and I may fuck up at times but I’d never hurt you. I’ve meant every single word I’ve said to you, now shut the fuck up and eat your food” he says making you roll your eyes before taking a bite. You internally moan at how good the Alfredo is as the waitress shows up with a giant margarita.

You greedily sip from it like it’s juice, downing the thing in three minutes.

Sukuna wants to comment but he just stares at you as you house down your pasta.

“Are you a fucking gremlin?” He asks and you blush from embarrassment.

“I was hungry…” you say.

“Yeah I got that,” he says and you pluck a breadstick from his plate, smiling innocently.

“Kuna?” you ask and his hand clenches at how cute his name sounds from your mouth.

“Hmm?”.

“I saw your prices, you charge $35 for an eighth, why’d you charge me $25?” you ask.

“I thought you were cute, cute girls get discounts,” he says eating more pasta.

“Oh really? And how many of these discounts have you given?”.

“One, but you got that shit for free for taking me like a champ,” he says and your eyes widen.

“Shut up!”.

“I’m trying to be classy, but the bathroom is calling our names,” he says making you roll your eyes.

“You’re an animal, perv”.

“I know you like it, squirt”

the support on this has been insane… comments are so funny… someone asked how reader has so much rizz. this is lowkey real events that happened with me and a drug dealer LMAOO..

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The After Party pt.2

summary: part 2 for ‘the party’. You’re extremely confused about sukuna kissing you but your body craves him and maybe your heart too.

pairing: college sukuna x college fem reader

content MDNI: angst, pining, bestfriends brother, frenemies to lovers, loss of virginity, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, praise kink, soft sukuna, fluff, aftercare, blood

It’s been a week since Sukuna made you cum with nothing but a kiss. You avoid him like the plague, unfortunately you have classes with Choso so you at least have to see him.

You’re so confused by your kiss with Sukuna that your hurt over Choso faded into the background. That one kiss crumbled years of pining after Choso.

You’re so frustrated and you have so many questions but you have to face the facts. Sukuna is a raging asshole, that’s been nothing but mean to you, and was sickeningly cruel to you at the party.

He’s said mean things that you’ve often let slide because he’s Sukuna but he kissed you and it changed the trajectory of everything.

You think about the disgustingly inappropriate comments he’s made and the fact that he’s fucked half the student body. This has to be a game for him, there’s no other explanation, and you refuse to play any part in it.

You’re hesitant to join Choso for lunch but he’s dragging you to the cafeteria. You simply grab some omurice and water before taking a seat at your usual table. You guys haven’t talked about the party or much at all, you don’t want but it’s obvious he does.

“What happened at the party with Sukuna, it’s like you two just kept ripping into eachother. He refuses to talk about it,” Choso says as you push your food around on your plate.

You feel angry at Sukuna and yourself, how could he be so selfish but how could you be so stupid.

“Nothing,” you mumble, before you finally take a bite of your food. Choso doesn’t believe you but he doesn’t push and you’re grateful for that.

You feel distant from him even though he’s rights here, why didn’t he tell you about Yuki? You’re suppose to be his bestfriend and yet he didn’t tell you something so big, but at the same time you don’t tell him that his brother made you cum with nothing but his mouth pressed to yours. You’re truly mortified by that, cringing as you relive the way your body trembled against his.

You’re not sure why but you ask Choso a question that’s been on your mind since you left the party. “Did Sukuna have sex with Kiko?.

His brows raise unsure of why it matters to you but he shrugs, “Probably,” he says, and you nod. You hate the feeling that takes over, like you’ve been used but you force it down.

The libraries quiet and probably the only thing you love about your school. You chew on the tip of your pen as you read over Bram Stokers Dracula, embarrassingly engrossed that you don’t notice when someone takes a seat across you.

Large tattooed hands appear in front of you, covering the pages and gripping the book till they’re closing it and sliding it away from you. Your heart thumps heavily in your chest and your cheeks burn as you look up.

Sukuna reads over the title before sliding it back to you and you hold your breath, waiting to hear what dreadful words will leave his mouth.

“You really gonna fucking ignore me?” He asks and you feel the urge to roll your eyes. If you’re delusional, well he’s just fucking insane.

“Ignore you? Sukuna, we’ve only hung out when Choso’s around, do you see him around?” you ask looking around the library for dramatic effect. You watch the way his jaw ticks, like you’re annoying him.

“You know what I’m talking about, want me to shout it across the library? The way you came against me and ran off?” He asks and your skin turns hot.

“That never happened!” You whisper yell and he leans back with a smug grin.

“The wet patch you left on my shirt says otherwise,” he says and your eyes widen, all you can do is pray that God smites you where you sit.

“Please stop. You got what you wanted, I don’t want to play into your games. This is drawing a line, torment me, make fun of me but please don’t use me,” you say genuinely and his brows furrow. You’re so stupid it’s cute.

“Is that what you think this is?” He asks and you sigh.

“You’ve done nothing but torment me, you’ve made fun of my body, my clothes, my looks, my intelligence, why would I think anything else?” You ask and his features soften for a fraction of a second.

“They’re jokes,” he says like that’s suppose to make it okay and you shake your head.

“You took things too far. Those ‘jokes’ speak volumes about what you think of me,” you answer and he leans forward.

“You don’t have a clue what I think of you,” he says and your fingers grip the edge of your chair. He’s growing agitated and it’s obvious at the amount of times his jaw ticks.

“I do. And let’s not forget how you manipulated me into going to that party, you told me Choso and Yuki were going to have sex but the whole time you knew they already had. You’re actually sick,” you say and he glares at you.

“You don’t have a clue what sick is, sick is watching you follow my brother around like a fucking puppy. Sick is making up excuses to third wheel with you two fucking imbeciles, sick is wanting someone you can’t have,” he says, his voice is rough and harsh.

Your insides burn as you take his words in, still not sure what he’s saying.

“I don’t understand,” you admit, and his hand grips the back of your head, pulling your lips to his. It’s sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he wants but he knows you’ll move to Russia if he makes you orgasm again in the library.

He pulls away, hand sliding to grip the side of your neck. His forehead presses against yours as you conclude what he’s trying to say. He likes you.

“Why,” you whisper, too scared to pull away and look him in the eyes. He doesn’t know what to say, he’s not use to this and he can’t force himself to tell you how he feels with words. He’s the most honest and blunt person you know but this has him stumped.

“We can’t,” you whisper. It’s Sukuna, Choso’s brother, the boy that chased you with worms, the boy that mixed slime in your hair, the boy that poured salt in your water.

“I know,” he says and it fills you with disappointment. You shouldn’t be disappointed, you don’t want this, you don’t want him.

“It’s gonna be Choso, it’s always gonna be him,”he says, his voice empty and wrong. Choso was the farthest thing from your mind since Sukuna kissed you. Your brain feels fried, trying to bring clarity to a head of jumbled thoughts.

You don’t owe Sukuna anything, not after all that he’s done but the thought of this being it, this being the end of any sense of normality for you two feels saddening. You two stay pressed together, your hair a curtain around you. You’re afraid that once you pull away, you’ll never see him again and if you do, it’ll never be the same.

“Kiko’s nice,” you say, and you feel his forehead wrinkle against yours.

“I don’t like her,” he says, his breath fanning your lips. You subtly inhale the aftertaste of cinnamon and spice with a hint of smoke.

“You had sex with her,” you say.

“I did,” he answers and you pull away. He slightly panics at your expression as you reach for your book.

“A long time ago, I didn’t touch her that night. I didn’t touch anyone,”he says, it shouldn’t matter to you but it does. He relaxes as you let go of your book, not making a move to leave.

He’s fucked up a lot of things up between you, he knows that but all he knows how to do is hurt and take. Choso said he was never the same after their mom died, so afraid to let anyone in.

When he realized all you saw was Choso, he didn’t know how to react but pick on you. When it became clear Choso didn’t want you but you kept trying, something in him turned to rage.

Seeing you cry sobered him up, he was never suppose to hurt you and somehow that got lost along the way. He grew comfortable with your banter, the only way he got a reaction from you, the only way he could get you to talk to him.

But he accepted a long time ago that you two would never be anything, until he saw you crying because of him. Every fiber of his being begged him to comfort you, so he did the only way he knows how, by taking.

He was greedy and when you kissed him back, maybe the idea of you wasn’t so unobtainable anymore.

He looks at you, the conflicting thoughts so clear on your face and he knows what he has to do. He’s not good enough for you, he doesn’t know if he ever will be. He can end this all for you, the hurt, the confusion and finally give you the peace you’ve always wanted.

“I don’t think we should be around eachother anymore,” he says and you inhale. You should be so grateful, to finally be free of him but this feels painful. Your heart feels like it’s breaking, worse than when you found out Choso slept with Yuki.

You blink back tears several time and shove your book into your bag. “Goodbye Sukuna,”.

You sob, violently into your mother’s lap as she threads her fingers through your hair. You tell her everything from your crush on Choso to Sukuna kissing you and deciding you two shouldn’t see eachother. You leave out the explicit details but it’s enough to paint the picture.

“He’s a sweet boy, just troubled,” your mother says, she’d always defended Sukuna, growing up when nobody else would. She always made sure he was included between you and Choso.

“Why am I not happy?” you ask, confused on why you’re sobbing.

“You like him, and it hurts” she whispers as hot tears roll down your cheeks. You had never cried over Choso like this, you’re literally hicupping as your sobs die down. Your face is red and puffy as you stare at the blank wall ahead of you.

“You know how he feels, you felt that over Choso. He’s hurting and he may never admit that but just because he says you can’t see eachother anymore, doesn’t mean it’s what he wants” she says and you think about those words.

You’re not even sure what you want, but you’d rather have him making fun of your outfits and the way you walk than to not have him at all. You’ve been so blinded by Choso that nothing else has ever mattered until now.

You like Sukuna, so fucking much and it hurts more than anything else. The sound of thunder and rain pouring, snaps you from your thoughts and you sit up like a light bulbs gone off.

You’re not sure what you’ll say, or if he’ll reject you but you have to fix this. You thank your mom before you’re running out of her room and down the stairs, you shove your feet into your tennis shoes and open the front door.

It’s pouring rain, but you don’t care. You close the door behind you and break off into a sprint, a few streets over to Sukunas house.

By the time you reach the door, you’re completely drenched from head to toe and shivering as your fist knocks on the door. Nobody comes and you sigh, ringing the doorbell several times until you hear the locks click.

Sukuna answers and your breathing hitches.

“Choso’s not here,” he says and you shake your head.

“I’m not here for him, I wanted to talk to you,” you say shaking. He wants to tell you no but you look on the verge of hypothermia, so he pulls you inside. You feel bad about the puddle that forms underneath you.

“You’re shaking,” he says and you nod, teeth chattering as he grabs your wrist and guides you upstairs. You stand awkwardly at the entrance of his room as he opens his dresser.

You stare at the paused video game on his desktop before he’s handing you a white shirt and a pair of boxers.

You enter his bathroom and change into them, rolling up the boxers till they disappear under the shirt, you dry your hair with his towel before you step out.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed and you fiddle with your fingers as you walk toward him.

“I don’t want to stop talking to you, I don’t want to stop being around you. If that’s what you really want then I’ll have no choice but to accept it. You should know my thoughts though,” you say and he looks up at you with hesitancy but you continue.

“I like you, more than a friend. I don’t think I deserved the way that you treated me but despite it all, I like you. And the thought of not seeing you makes my heart hurt, I’m sorry I never saw you the way you wanted me to but I do now, just please don’t hurt me,” you say staring down at the carpet.

You feel hands grip your waist and he pulls you between his legs. You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes.

“You don’t deserve what I did, any of it and I’ll spend everyday making up for it. But I love you, and I’m sorry, for everything,” he says, the words feel strange on his tongue but it’s the truth.

“You love me?” you ask and he nods against you.

“Since middle school,” he says and you actually start crying, you know that pain and you hate that you put him through it. You straddle his lap and slide your arms underneath his till they’re hugging him.

His body engulfs yours and you slump against him, soaking up the warmth that radiates from him. His hands slip up under his your shirt and rub against your icy skin, leaving trials of heat with his touch.

“You’re freezing, baby” he says, the pet name shooting straight to your core as you try to bury yourself closer to him.

You look up at his lips, so soft and plump. Your fingers graze them and he pretends to bite you, making you giggle until he leans down and kisses you. It’s sweet but you want more, you nip at his bottom lip and his mouth opens.

Your tongue grazes the roof of this mouth, teasingly before it licks at his. He’s licking around your lips, your teeth and then he sucks on your tongue which drives you crazy. You both feel your nipples harden and you feel the bulge beneath you, pressing up into you.

You gasp when his hands squeeze your hips tighter and push you down against it. The pressure has your grinding against him, it feels so good, too good.

You cry when his hands slide into your shorts and squeeze your ass, his touch is bruising and rough but it turns you on. You feel your arousal dripping through your shorts, desperate for release until he stills your movements and you whine.

“What do you want?” He asks, breathing heavily. You’re too shy to speak so instead you fingers reach for the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head. You grab one of his hands and shove his index and middle finger into your mouth, you lick at the digits and suck on them.

“Fuck…” he groans as you pull them out and rub them over your nipple, you bite your lip and make the cutest face at how good it feels. He’s pulling his fingers away and his mouth latches on instead, you moan, fingers digging into his scalp as he sucks your tit and his tongue licks around your nipple, tugging it with his teeth before biting down on it and he does the same to the other one.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes licking all around your tits till your chest is covered in saliva. You grind against him, seeking any sort of relief from the ache in your pussy but nothing works until he’s lifting you off of him laying you on your back.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asks and you nod desperately. You need him inside of you, you need to relieve this ache.

His fingers skim the band of your shorts before tugging them down, you squeeze your legs together. You’re completely naked now and are scared of what he’ll think. Your legs shake as his hands rest on your thighs before spreading them open.

“So fucking pretty,” he breathes looking at your pussy, soaked and swollen from need.

“Please,” you beg, and he presses a kiss to your belly only making you ache more. He’s so gentle, it’s unlike him but he loves you and he knows this is your first time. You squeeze your belly when you feel a finger glide up your cunt, and your legs instinctively go to close but his hands immediately press down on them.

“Sorry,” you squeak and he chuckles, it’s not arrogant or malicious, it’s a whole hearted laugh that makes you smile.

“It’s okay baby, just relax. I gotta stretch you out, so you can take me,” he says so casually but the words feel so filthy as they reach your ears. His fingers graze your clit and slowly start flicking it making you press your hips further into the matresss, his thumb swipes over it before you feel something prodding at your hole and you gasp when it pushes inside of you.

He watches your pussy swallow his finger, clenching around it as you try to relax. It’s feels so good, really good and he curls it making you sit up on your elbows. You watch him insert a second finger and your mouth forms into an O. You buck your hips against his hand, riding his fingers and his thumb rubs circles into your clit.

“Feels so good,” you cry out feeling his lips kiss each of your inner thighs. Your eyes open and watch his fingers fuck into you. You can hear the squelching your pussy makes around them and it becomes too much.

Your stomach tightens and you clench around him, feeling yourself cum. Your eyes widen when he starts slamming his fingers into you, fucking you into you with brute force.

“Too much, too much, I can’t I can’t,” you cry as your body spasms around him, eyes rolling back.

“You can baby, one more,” he says and you break, your pussy sprays all over him and the bed. You feel mortified as he stares at your pussy, retracting his fingers.

“Need you to do that around my cock,” he says, and your cheeks redden watching him bring his fingers to his mouth and lick at them.

Your eyes close at the sight before they open to see him lifting his shirt off. His body is so muscular and sexy, your finger itch to feel the muscle. You bite your lip, you’re really about to have sex with him.

He pushes his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion and you feel scared when his cock slaps against his stomach, thick, long and so swollen. Angry veins protrude around it as he smears precum over the tip.

He looks to you and starts pumping it in his hand. He wants to fuck you till you can’t walk, till the only person on your mind is him and the only name you can speak is his but this is about you.

Your pussy clenches as he kneels onto the bed, crawling to you and his fingers graze your lips, smearing precum on them and you lick them. You can’t begin to imagine how many times he’s dreamed of this, dreamed of being inside you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, whimpering when you feel him slap his cock against your cunt, he nudges the tip against your clit, rubbing them against eachother. The feeling is so erotic and you buck against him. Your hands squeeze together when you feel him nudging his tip inside of you.

“Need you to be a good girl and relax,” he says and you nod, loosening your muscles and your hold around his neck. You’re scared but you know he won’t hurt you, not intentionally, not anymore.

He slowly pushes into you, the stretch burns and you cry. It feels like he’s splitting you open.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay,” he says pressing a kiss to your cheeks, before his mouth is on yours and his thumb rubs against your clit to ease and distract you as he keeps pushing into you.

You squeeze around him, loving the way his tongue fucks yours. He pushes past the tight ring of muscle and you squeeze your thighs around him, his hands gripping your hips as he bottoms out.

Full. You feel so fucking full.

He slowly pulls out and looks down to the creamy red ring around his cock and pushes back in. His hips roll against yours earning several moans from you. Your hands slide up his arms until they’re clutching his biceps.

His movements are slow but he’s fucking deep into you, you feel his cock kiss your cervix with each thrust. You look at him with big doe and watery eyes, lips swollen and parted. His hips move harder against yours and your eyes water more at the sensation.

“Harder,” you beg and feel him pull out leaving you empty until he slams into you and your back arches, clutching to him tightly.

“So fucking tight,” he groans bucking into you. Your crying turns into full on sobs as he fucks into you, the room fills with the sounds of your wet pussy swallowing the fuck out of him.

“You’re mine now, nobody else’s,” he says rutting into you, all you can do is nod through your sobs. “Such a good fucking girl,” he breathes against your lips, feeling your tits bounce against him with each thrust.

“My” thrust. “Fucking” thrust. “Girl” thrust.

“Yours,” you cry out and his tongue swipes your lips.

“I need this pretty pussy to squirt on my cock, you think you can do that baby?” He asks feeling you shake against him and you nod. He moans as you clench around him and he beats into your cervix, the sound of your skin slapping against his has you tightening until you can’t take it anymore and you start gushing around him. You spray his cock and his stomach, dripping down the bed.

His eyes are focused on his cock fucking into you, the way your pussy swallows him like you can’t let go and he forces more from you. Watching the way you keep squirting and your body spasms around him, arms tightening around his neck.

“I gotta cum inside you,” he says, you’re too cock drunk to register his words.

“Please” you beg as he pounds into you, you cry, arms circling around him bouncing off his cock. Liquid just gushing from you endlessly, so overstimulate you keep orgasming around him.

He grunts with one final thrust and you feel something hot and thick shoot up into you, it doesn’t stop, his cock twitches inside of you, filling you to the brim with thick ropes of cum.

You sag against him until he finally pulls out of you, you feel empty as he lifts you off the bed and carries you to his bathroom. He sets you down to pee while he changes the sheets.

Your pussy burns from being split open but you feel so content when he comes back. He wets a rag and wipes your blood and your mixed cum from his dick. You feel so tired once you’re done, he lifts you up and you wrap arms around his neck your head resting against his shoulder , legs clinging around his waist. He pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your nose.

“You did so good baby,” he whispers, which earns him a tired smile as he walks you to his bed. He lays down with you still wrapped around him, lying atop his chest.

You feel his fingers trace circles into your naked hip as he kisses the top of your head.

“I love you,” he says as you close your eyes.

pt 1. , part 3? Soon?

this has been so fun to write, I hope this is good. Thank you all for your support and kind words! Y’all this got flagged, I about cried…

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