Geto Tradwife Cult Pt.2

Geto tradwife cult pt.2

he thinks he's gonna eat him

gonna be jorkin my shit to that poly smau

LMAOOO ur so real for that pls😭🙏

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.

this is so cute i love domestic toji sm😔💗

toji realizes he’s in love with you when he lets you shave his face for the first time,

he’s got the biggest grump of a scowl plastered on his naturally crooked lips. as he’s glowering, he’s also trying to prevent himself from smiling because you looked so cute. your touch with him was gentle—like it always was. after you wiped his face with a dampened face towel, you rub your hands against the lower part of his jaw. “soooo,” you utter, breaking the dead silence as he’s just peering down at you. “tell me ‘bout your day, toji.”

with the palms of your hands tenderly caressing against his chiseled jawline—you smear every part of his chin and cheekbones with shaving cream. even the secluded areas underneath his nose. as you do so, toji tchs. “day was fine, baby. ‘n i told ya i can shave myself.”

“i know i know,” you hum, creating a circular motion with your hands before gently making sure every sector near the lower part of his face was lathered with nice frothy amounts of shaving cream. “wowww, you’ve got such soft skin. skin routine when?”

“ugh, y’er insufferable,” he rolls his eyes. although, his skin was surprisingly clear. toji only had a bit of a stubble, hardly any facial hair but it was growing the more he aged. you took it upon yourself to ask to help him shave and he said yes, not realizing how much he’d soon grow to like it. the feeling of your delicate, warm hands rubbing against his face was somewhat . . soothing. with a deep, heaving sigh, toji’s hooded jade eyes meet yours. he spots your pout and his shoulders lower. “alright fine, i’ll teach you one day. only if ya stop poutin'..”

with a cheeky grin, your little pout falters and you smile. “okay,” and you wait for about a good three minutes to allow the spumous cream to souse everywhere on his pores. it takes a while—and as you wait, you take a moment to stare at his features. toji was definitely easy on the eyes up close. naturally long black lashes of his flicker as he returns your loving gaze, and he avoids eye contact for a moment. perhaps you were making him a bit . . nervous. darkened eyebrows of his arch into an almost sheepish raise while he watches your adorable curious simper stretch further. “don’t be so stiff, what are you, nervous?”

“not nervous. jus’ don’t want ya to cut my face off.” he grumbles in a hoarse tone, ogling intently at you opening the bathroom cabinet for his razor. “you know what y’er doin’ right? i’d like ‘ta keep my face.”

“oh, don’t be dramatic,” and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. toji’s got a growing smirk tugging against his lips as he gawks you carefully start to shave in the exact sectors of where his facial hair resides. you did lots and lots of research—he knew this because he caught you reading various wikiHow articles on how to shave a guy’s face correctly. toji would never in a million years tell you, but he found that fact entirely adorable. you made sure you knew how to avoid burns and razor bumps. as you’re fixated on his chin, you mumble, “you’ll keep your pretty face, don’t cry.”

“aw, think ‘m pretty?” toji says, and you see the playful glint in his eyes. he’s easing up a bit, and he acknowledges that you were right. right about his stiffness, he was a bit tense. shoulders raised and all, but now—as of late, he’s starting to calm down a bit the more you talk to him. “i’d prefer the term 'handsome' but that works too, i guess.”

you deadpan, continuing your trail against his face—the razor sings out a shrieking tiiiing the more you gingerly shave with soft, gentle strokes.

it’s somewhat relaxing with the way the edges of the instrument adapts to the chiseled contours on his face. the foam starts to come off within each downward stroke and you’re very slow and precise. “okay, don’t be cocky,” you titter, and he feels his heart flutter a bit at how you’re just so dedicated. you’re so focused that your tongue briefly sticks out of your mouth, trying to make sure you do it perfectly. you tried your hardest not to cut him—you were so careful and that simple detail alone could have been enough for him to propose. “you should let me do this more. ‘s kinda fun.”

“eh. maybe,” toji shrugs, his voice coming out in a rough rasp. he doesn’t even realize it but his expressions significantly soften. he was only this way around you. to him, the thought of that was kind of scary. after you start to edge with the precision trimmer and reach underneath his nose and chin, you wrap it up. successfully discarding all of the foamy cream from his face, spotting his now clean jawline, you break away to rinse off the now grubby blades in the sink. “all done?”

“wait— don’t look yet,” you gasp, preventing him from gazing at himself in the mirror. “i still have to do the uh . . what’s it called again?”

toji snickers. “aftershave, baby.”

“aftershave,” you repeat. “right right,” and you’re so cute, kneeling down towards the wooden cabinet directly underneath the sink. you take out the mini bottle, pouring a nice goopy amount into your palm. you let toji wash his face with cold water first, patting it dry, and then you start to bedaub the facial balm in all the sensitive areas against his skin. he adores the mushy texture of your hands making contact with his face as each second passes. toji’s eyeing you, an almost grunt leaving his lips as a thumb of yours gently tickles against his infamous scar. the scar that slants itself near the right side of his lip. “thereee we go,” you give him a soft smile, the aromatic scent of tea tree oil setting against your nostrils. up close, his pores were now all so clear and you stare in awe for a bit at just how charming he was. the moisture that lays against his skin feels a lot more smooth. you grow silent for a moment before your own face softens. “okayyy, ‘m done.”

toji finally glances into the mirror, seeing his freshly new spotless face and he sees your proud toothy grin in the mirror’s reflection behind him. he cranes his neck to the side, feeling the once rough texture of his jawline now soft. he then lets off a tiny exhale. “looks good. y’er a natural,” and he turns to face you, he’s pondering on what to say. oh, your eyes sparkled with such admiration from his praise that it was just adorable. “thank you, sweetheart. for y’know . . takin’ care of me. y’er really . . sweet.”

and with that, his lips inch down to press a warm kiss against the crown of your head. your heart immediately swarms up with a frantic school of butterflies and so does his. toji prepares speak again and it’s an almost inaudible mumble. you could barely even register what he said at first because it was so hushed, but toji gruffs in a low tone. “i … love you..”

“h- huh?”

scoffing, he hides the burning embarrassed flush against his face by pulling you into his broad chest. you giggle at how he just abruptly snatches you close into his warm body before he slings a beefy arm around you. “i said, let’s uh.. do our skin care together later t’night.”

“awww i love you too toj—”

“oh my god, s-shut up..”

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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