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Yuuji's pain tolerance isn't the worst (SukuIta Twins, nsfw)

Of Pain and Pleasure

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Yuuji’s pain tolerance isn’t the worst

She supposes she has Sukuna and all the people he’s pissed off to thank for this. She knows she can handle any stray punches and kicks, the few that connect and draw some blood, even a crack of bone. She’s had a broken nose once after she saw some kids from another school gang up on her brother. She’d ran into the fight and had even taken down a few guys before she’d gotten distracted, a well aimed punch breaking her nose. Sukuna had been all smirks and grins but when he saw her stop to touch her face, surprise and slight pain pinching her features… she’d never been more afraid…or aroused

Yuuji doesn’t need anyone to protect her but the way Sukuna yelled and charged at everyone near her, nearly killed the guy who dared hurt her, made her giddy. The way he dragged her away after seeing nobody move from the dirty pavement, only for him to tuck them both away into an empty alley, push her against the wall, trap her to his more muscled body and kiss her face, lick the blood, mutter threats he’d already fulfilled, only made her ache. She could feel the arousal making her clench her walls, eager for the reward pressing insistently into her mound

She’d been wearing her school uniform so it was easy work for Sukuna to part her legs, pull her panties aside, and thrust his fingers into her leaking cunt. She wasn’t sure if the dizziness she’d felt was from the pain or the pleasure, her hands already at his pants, pulling, guiding, and they’d fucked there, not able to wait until they got home. She remembers the adrenaline still running through both of them as she marked his neck and he pounded into her, his fingers gripping her thighs enough to bruise, and they did, she’d seen the marks later, felt them for days

They’d gotten home eventually, she’s not sure, but she thinks she passed out

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Sukuna got into the habit of flicking her nose as it healed, touching the aches where a few hits met their mark. She’d hiss and yell at him, tried to flick his hand away, but he’d only grabbed her face in a vice, Nobody else is allowed to mark you. If you don’t like it then don’t let them hurt you again

He must have sensed her lust because he made some excuse about going to take her to the nurses office to the teacher, and then he’d pulled her away to the old building, to one of the bathrooms that was hardly used. She remembers a senpai that said it was rumoured to be haunted, that nobody ever came by for that reason, but if someone did want to wander and test their courage, well, classes were back in session, the lunch bell having already rang while Sukuna had led her away

She hadn’t even waited for him to turn around when she dropped to her knees. He only smirked while leaning against the door, someone’s really feeling it today, desperate for big brother’s cock today?

Yes yes yes

Someone might hear us, don’t you want to move further inside?

But she’d already been undoing his belt, pulling at his button, and when she finally had what she wanted in sight, she nearly moaned, probably sighed. He was only half hard, but she knew how to fix that, pulled him into her mouth, stroked him and sucked until she couldn’t fit him all inside, until she had to stroke the base and could feel her spit dribble down her chin, the same way she felt her underwear get wet with how aroused she was

Fuck, you really are feeling it today, Sukuna groaned and tangled his fingers into her long hair, Ready for more? I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours

She’d moaned long at that, had pulled off to take a breath and then let him do as he pleased, let Sukuna push so far into her mouth she could feel his pubes brush against her mouth, the head of his dick touch the back of her throat. She’s sure she gagged a few times but he kept going and she only clutched at his pants, delirious from the pain and the pleasure. Oh god how she loved this

She wanted him to come in her mouth but even in times like this, Sukuna liked to think about her. He pulled off slowly, his eyes following the way her spit and his precum connected them and then, with enough distance, severed the connection. She licked her lips, making a show of swallowing but Sukuna had other plans. He rubbed himself along her face, the bandages on her nose and she flinched slightly before sticking out her tongue to lick at his passing shaft

He guided himself back towards her lips, slowly, the tip pressing in slightly into her waiting mouth, only to pop off and messily glide along her cheek

She was soaking and so close, just a single touch was sure to have her coming

He pulled her up, pushing her further into the bathroom, kissing her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist so there was no space between them, she could feel him between her heated thighs as they moved and he whispered between kisses, Fuck, you’re so beautiful, taking my cock like a good little slut, I bet you want more, right?

Yes yes more please

A particularly nasty bite pushed her across the edge and she felt herself come, her hands clutching at the arm he had across her body, her voice unfiltered as she cried out his name. Her thighs clenching and she could hear the little breath he let out near her ear, she loosened up her legs and could feel how Sukuna rubbed up against her clothed lips, smearing her arousal along his tip, pressing but not penetrating. She whined at his teasing

He only chuckled into her ear, patience

He rubbed her stomach softly as he positioned her against a sink. It was small, only enough for her to hold on but she could see why he chose this particular sink – the mirrors. There was the typical sized one in front of the sink and the one to the right, the full length mirror. He was watching her from the front as he pulled her shirt from her skirt, unbuttoned it so slowly, his fingers teasing across her skin, her nipples hard and hairs alight as he pulled it off her shoulders. He was aware enough to leave it against the next sink, to not let it get dirty. She bent forward, opening her legs some more, knowing he was at his limit as well, but Sukuna just touched her softly, unclasped her bra. That didn’t get the same treatment as her top

She could feel his lips along her back and she looked up into the mirror, saw the bit of blood staining her bandage and she wasn’t sure if it happened when he grabbed her face during lunch or fucked her mouth just a moment ago

He pulled her underwear off and it piled by her ankles, soaked through. She moaned as he circled around with his tip and she tried to move her hips back against him, to get him inside but he kept pulling back right when she could feel him pass her lips, Sukuna! Stop playing, I need you to –

He pushed right in to the hilt and didn’t stop. She gasped at the feeling, could feel herself having trouble keeping her breathing in check and she was this close to ripping that bandage off her face, would have probably attempted to if Sukuna wasn’t pounding into her, forcing her to keep a tight hold on the sink

Ah yeah baby just like that, tighten up for big brother, fuck, yeah just like that

Her head was bowed, the slight thumping noise that it made as it hit the mirror joining the sounds of her gasping, moans, Sukuna’s grunts and curses, the wet glide of him thrusting into her. Her chest was also bumping against the faucet handles, the cold surface only a light reprieve from her heated body. She could feel another orgasm coming, was clenching tighter, her legs loosing strength, when Sukuna stopped. She nearly sobbed, whined his name, begged him to continue, tried to get him to move by tightening up but he only slipped out, his breathing labored

His hands loosened on her hips (bruises, she was sure to have more again) and then moved up her stomach towards her breasts

Not like that Yuuji, I need you upright, I need you to watch me fuck you, I want you to see what a mess you are, so pretty

He held them in his hands gently and pulled her upright, turned her toward the full length mirror. Her face was a mess, the blood having stained more of the bandage, but not enough to be worrisome. Her hair was sticking up thanks to the sweat she’d worked up, her face red. He moved her hair to her left shoulder and kissed her softly, teased along her arm and she was afraid he’d let her come while empty again. He took her hand in his and placed it against the mirror’s surface and she realized how her fingers had trouble flattening, her grip so tight on the sink they’d locked up. Sukuna soothed them and she closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensation of his skin on hers

Ready?

Mhm

He entered her again, gave a few slow thrusts before picking up the pace. She watched how concentrated he was behind her, how he bit his lips, couldn’t help but notice how her breasts jumped at every thrust, the visible clenching of her abdomen. She wanted to take off the skirt, wanted to see Sukuna’s every thrust, but didn’t want him to leave again. She gave a needy whine and Sukuna must have realized what she wanted because, with clumsy but deft fingers, he pulled her skirt up, pushed it to the side, into her waistline, and she could see her needy sex, could see the strain in his legs as he pushed deeper, his thrusts coming harder and she pushed slightly against the mirror to keep upright

She could feel herself on the precipice again and she tried to keep looking just like Sukuna wanted, but the pleasure was too much and soon she was bent over again, gasping. Sukuna didn’t complain this time, his thrusts getting erratic as well, his breathing louder. They were both so close

S-Sukuna, inside, come inside, d-don’t fucking, ah, don’t leave me empty, come please

She knew what she was asking for was dangerous, knew he hadn’t used a condom this time, but she was so desperate, wanted to feel him fill her up, to feel the warmth of his cock as she came, she wanted to clench around his girth. She wanted to milk him dry. She came with a cry, nearly a wail, her organism hitting so hard she was sure she lost consciousness for a second, nearly drowning out the sound of Sukuna right behind her, yelling out yes baby fuck Yuuji so tight before coming with a groan

His hips stuttered and she could feel his come, warm, and making everything filthier. He kept thrusting shallowly, sensitive from his own organism but wanting to chase the pleasure for as long as he could. She winced at her own oversensitivity but didn’t tell him to stop

Then he stilled, slumping into her back, his arm going around her waist again, helping keep them both upright, the mirror fogging up where they both lay their heads

She couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her, I think I know why this place is haunted

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Cleanup was a bitch

Sukuna was thorough with his mouth and had enough sense to be careful around her clit. It seemed he also had enough sense to bring a pack of wipes with him but had decided not to use them in lieu of having a taste first. He also used his undershirt, which wasn’t in the best conditions (all things considered), as a cloth to wipe down their perspiration. Her underwear was a lost cause and she felt uncomfortable with how damp it was after she’d run it through the faucet and the blow drier, but she’d rather that then go around without panties

Sukuna was also vehemently opposed and at least they agreed on something

They eventually made it to the nurses office where the nurse cleaned up her face, the dark shadows under her eyes doing nothing to conceal how she looked back and forth between the two

You shouldn’t keep pestering her wound or it won’t heal correctly, then we’ll have a Yuuji with a scar on her face

Sukuna only feigned indifference, yeah yeah

And of course he didn’t listen and of course Yuuji indulged him, indulged herself, and Nobara only shook her head at the light scar left across her nose

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OMAKE

Yuuji gave up on trying to cover up her neck with makeup soon after Sukuna gave her her first hickey. Nobara had quickly picked up on the “loss of virginity” glow and even Megumi had noticed, staring for an extra second before meeting her embarrassed stare. That felt like ages ago. Her sex life wasn’t a secret with her friends although her partner was. Both Sukuna and her knew what they were doing wasn’t exactly right or legal, but they lived on their own so keeping it on the low was…surprisingly easy

She supposed her family situation and the fact that they were twins made their closeness easier to explain, made it believable to others

So when she asked Nobara for some pills the next day she didn’t even bat an eye before giving her the little bottle Yuuji had been banking on to keep things in order. She made a face after taking it, disliking the nausea the pill usually came with but hating the idea of an unplanned pregnancy

“You don’t usually need these, get too exciting last night,” Nobara teased while she reapplied her makeup. They were in the bathroom close to homeroom

Yuuji hadn’t yet mastered how to keep from blushing so her face instantly flooded with blood, “A little.” She turned on the water and made a futile attempt to cool down by placating her hair

Nobara only watched her from the side, an amused hum leaving her lips, “Has Sukuna seen that already?”

Yuuji glanced at her neck, “Yeah, it’s fine.” More than fine really, the way he’d pretty much cuddled into her neck last night, kissed her gently

“Really? He’s been in such a bad mood over your nose, I thought for sure he’d be all pissy over this too,” she started to put her things into her bag as the bell rang, “But I guess he can’t talk, he’s always covered in hickeys too, must be tough having such a stud as a brother. Does he ever bring anyone home?”

Yuuji made a face of disgust at Nobara, “Hell no, and if he did they’d both be eating pavement.”

Nobara only laughed as they walked out, “Oh I’d pay to see that! I bet you’re the only person he’d let beat him up.”

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A/N:

I was planning to write some soft nsfw but it turned into this filth, enjoy it! Also, this is my first time writing vaginal sex so hopefully it's not too cringe 😬😬 This is the first work I've officially written for the Seasons of Anime Trope Fest Bingo (although it’s been in my drafts for a bit longer)

The prompt is genderswap

This was also originally going to be able Yuuji's period but uhhhh it became a different kind of pain pleasure story (period story HERE)

I can’t wait to share what I did for the seasons of anime exchange >_< 

*counts down the days until reveals*

in the meantime scroll through @seasons-of-anime-exchange to see what everyone has made and maybe take a guess at which is mine ?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“The next few days, Yachi makes sure he doesn't forget about Hinata Shouyo. ” (HQ Secret Santa 2021)

Doctor’s Visit, Ch2

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Tsukishima's week has been hectic and by week he means since last last Sunday when he was called in because a coworker got sick and well, he hasn't had much luck in getting a break. He's told he'll be able to get a break this weekend, but he knows that's not always true. Emergencies happen and while the clinic isn't really short-staffed, it's also nearing the holidays. The time, in his opinion, when people become stupider.

He sighs and mutters, "I hate the holidays," then he looks up from his desk and says, "What happened to the next one?"

Yachi stands in front of him with a clipboard and the paperwork of his next patient. Hinata Shouyo is written at the top in very clean and elegant writing. He's not sure why but he gets the feeling his grandparents would approve of this penmanship

Yachi looks worried as she explains, "His name is Hinata Shouyo. It looks like he hit his head at work. He's been sitting in the lobby holding his neck. He doesn't look well."

Tsukishima is only half paying attention, reading the details that this Hinata wrote down. It doesn't seem like it's too serious, but one can never know with blows to the head. They can be really nasty and he's glad that at least this patient had the sense to come to the clinic and get checked. Even though it's after the fact. Better late than never.

"Bring him in," he tells Yachi and while she does, he takes a moment to rub at his eyes.

When Yachi returns he's standing and back in professional mode. While he can't be as sunshine and rainbows as some of his peers, he can be civil. No need to worry or harm the patients, although there have been many tempting times to hurl insults. He raises a brow at the man who walks in. His parents chose a good name.

The checkup goes well for the most part and he's surprised that Hinata can pick up on some of his silent insults because really, who gets hurt while playing with five year olds? He looks like he's a pretty lithe person, but he supposes that appearances are deceiving.

But if he's being honest, he's also arrested in those moments. They don't make much eye contact since he's making sure Hinata is alright (his hands are small but hold strength, his neck surprisingly warm) but when he turns, Hinata is watching, staring, and his eyes are so bright and piercing, they make him stall.

He hands Hinata his prescriptions and says, “Just take this to the front desk, they’ll give you the medicine. Take it easy for the next few days. And maybe tell the kids to go easy on you next time. Any questions?” He wouldn't have spoken like this to any other patient, but there's something about Hinata that makes him think he won't start trouble, well, if he even catches the insult. I wouldn't be surprised if it goes over his head

But what Hinata says next completely derails him, “How long have you been a doctor here?”

It's not really something he's been asked frequently. If anything, he only gets it from upset parents and older patients who always want a more "experienced" doctor. But there doesn't seem to be any malice in his question, just curiosity so he says, “Just over a year.”

“You look really young, how old are you?” and that's what Tsukishima was hoping wouldn't be asked. It's not that he doesn't want to reveal his age, but he's already the youngest doctor in the clinic, and he'll admit that he does have a connection, but he's also qualified. He spins the pen in his hand and smiles in a way he knows pleases the nurses, “I meant any questions about your well-being.”

But his attitude doesn't seem to deter Hinata and when his questions eventually turn more personal and Yachi's laughs become bolder, he realizes that Hinata isn't trying to belittle him. He was never really the type to get confessions so he's not sure how to react, and his traitorous body flushes and his heart starts to beat a bit faster. He scowls.

“Ok, one last serious question," Hinata promises and Tsukishima looks at him warily.

He didn't think Hinata could look brighter, but apparently this is him at his dullest. He grins wide, “Do you want to get a coffee? Or tea? I don’t really like coffee or tea but I was thinking we could-”

“Good BYE,” he emphasizes and is glad when Hinata does as he's told. He slams the door shut and Yachi is full blown giggling behind him. He turns around and she takes a breath to say, "You're blushing, oh my god, does that mean you think he's cute?"

He remembers the Yachi of when he first arrived at the clinic and misses how quiet and scared (of him) she used to be, "No." But he does take off his glasses to rub at his eyes, two curious and piercing eyes looking at him from the darkness.

The rest of the day is completely dull compared to that one visit, but he does manage to take a nap for a few minutes during lunch. He wakes up to a small bento from Yachi at his desk. He raises a brow at her but thanks her

"I knew you wouldn't bring a lunch today either and since I had extras," she says while already eating her own share, which the exact same size as his. He checks the time, making sure he has enough time to eat

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The next few days, Yachi makes sure he doesn't forget about Hinata Shouyo.

They're having lunch one day when she says, "I wonder how Hinata is doing. He really had some trouble that day, remember how he was holding his neck?" She mimics Hinata but her face is completely miserable and Tsukishima can't help but smile.

"I'm sure he didn't look that miserable," he says. When Yachi smirks, he can't help but feel like he's lost.

"Really? How did he look then?" And his mind immediately conjures Hinata holding his neck after he'd tried to tilt it back. Yes, he'd been in pain but his posture had mostly been good. His hair had been lively, fluffy even, his skin warm, his eyes bright, and his lips-

He frowns and closes his bento, thanking Yachi once more, "For the lunch, your company has been less than stellar lately."

That only makes her laugh, "You don't like anyone's company."

It's true. He'd rather be by himself.

The next time she bring him up they're both on a quick fifteen minute break and he takes this chance to get a coffee.

"So why didn't you take him up on his date?"

She is so to the point that day that he nearly drops his coffee. He frowns, "You know that's unethical."

She has her own drink in hand and he recognizes it as a hot chocolate from the vending machine. But she's relentless, "Ok, what if you met him at like, the grocery store or at a cafe like he said, what if he asked you out, would you say yes?"

He scrunches his nose in defiance and lifts his coffee to his mouth, letting the aroma wake him up. He'd been called in again, his weekend rest ruined, "Why are you so invested in this? He probably said that to be cheeky."

She hums and Tsukishima worries about what she'll say next. His worry is correct when she says, "But did you think he was cute?"

He sighs and starts walking back to his office, "Our break is almost over." But he can tell he's blushing slightly, not just because he suddenly feels the heat on his ears, but because Yachi is smiling, a bounce in her steps.

The next time he's ready for Yachi's questioning, but she doesn't bring up Hinata. Instead, she says, "There's this really nice cafe a quick walk from here, by the grocery store. Their hot chocolate is so good! And they make some of the cutest latte art."

It seems innocent enough until, "It's the perfect place for a date, don't you think?"

He inwardly groans but smiles politely, "I'm sure. Did you and Tadashi go there?"

Yachi nods and starts to give him a detailed account of how her boyfriend found it, the really handsome staff, and the delicious food. But he also wonders how this pertains to Hinata. He was pretty sure he'd mentioned a kindergarten internship so he wouldn't really have time for another part-time job, right? He scowls at where his thoughts stray and decides he's overworked.

"I'm taking a break," he tells Yachi as he takes off his glasses and heads outside.

He finally gets to have a day off on Monday and he spends it sleeping most of the day. When he returns on Tuesday, he can feel Yachi watching him for longer than necessary. When the staring doesn't stop by mid-day he asks, "What is it?"

Yachi, in almost a whisper, asks, "Did you go?"

He is confused, "Where?"

Yachi sighs in disappointment, "Where else? The cafe!"

He shuffles some papers on his desk and stares at her with a deadpan expression, "Why would I go?"

Yachi looks too innocent when she says, "To see if the coffee is good?"

Tsukishima sighs. He doesn't have many vices but when you work hours like they do, it's nearly impossible not to get addicted to caffeine, and even when he knows it won't help, especially with how long he's been drinking it, he can't stop. But more importantly, "You know I try not to drink coffee outside of work hours."

Yachi sighs dramatically, "I know but still!"

Her posture is more subdued for about half the day before he once more sees a fire in her eyes. As they're both heading home that night she says, "The atmosphere is really nice too! You like quiet places too, right? It's very soothing."

He wraps a scarf around his neck and pulls on his gloves, his jacket and bag already on. Yachi is a bit slower in getting ready

"You must really like this place," he plays along. Then adds, "Is Tadashi picking you up?"

Yachi brightens, "Yes to both questions!"

It's nearing midnight when they finally head outside and meet up with Tadashi, and Tsukishima is glad he can finally get rid of Yachi. He's met Tadashi only a handful of times, his work keeping his social life as nonexistent as possible, but the guy seemed nice and Yachi never complained. And if you asked Tsukishima, they did make a nice couple, Tadashi with his slightly dorky smile and Yachi with her exuberance. They were both sickeningly doting as well

Before they part Yachi yells, "Make sure to go on your next day off!"

Tsukishima doesn't answer but as he's walking home, he thinks that maybe he can concede this one time. And it's not because he's worried or wants to see Hinata. No.

"...so she can stop pestering me."