Gojo Satoru X Fem!reader (continued)

→ Gojo Satoru x Fem!reader (continued)

Genre: NSFW 18+, FWB, sort of college AU, basically smut with plot including a disgusting amount of fluff.

Notes: A continuation of this piece I wrote but one could be read without the other. Also I didn’t have time to thoroughly edit, sorry.

Warning: 18+, smut including explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex (f!receiving), praise. Smoking marijuana and slight mentions of self sabotaging behaviour/depression (if you squint). Readers discretion is advised.

WC: 5.5k

Satoru frowned, trying hard to ignore the disturbance and continue sleeping, but it was no use. He grudgingly lifted his head off the pillow and turned to look at the door with squinted and sleepy eyes, expecting to see a crying Megumi standing there, sniffling about how he had a bad dream. But instead, his eyes landed on the frame laying across from him, reminding him that somehow he’d managed to get you to stay the night.

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You being the dendro archon who was in love with Zhongli but since Zhongli at the time didn't understand human emotions, didn't reciprocate. You ended up developing and dying due to hanahaki disease because of your unrequited love. Zhongli only realizes he longs for your presence, when you were no longer there.

Ehe have fun <3

出水芙蓉, as a lotus flower breaking the surface

pairing zhongli x gn!dendro archon!reader

genre angst... without comfort

warnings war, blood, death, injury, zhongli's name

a/n special piece for mika ily for this

a lotus bloom.

nelumbo nucifera. it is known to symbolise purity, enlightenment, self-regeneration and rebirth. even when its roots are in the dirtiest of waters, it still manages to produce the most beautiful of blooms.

some legends say it is a plant whose fruit induced a dreamy forgetfulness and an unwillingness to leave.

~

at your will, the snow melts and the blooms rise. pearly precious buds that are yet to develop and grow into the character that fate ordains them to be. they could easily be nipped, yet you protect them with all that you have. warm fingers tickle the horizon, and a palette of rosy hues spills across the the line where the lands of teyvat meet the enigmatic void above. zhongli approaches each one, observing their anatomy with a childlike curiosity. his blameless fingertips gently tip each plantlet towards his gaze. they are pure, not tainted by the cruel realities of this world. yet in the way that you both sigh and linger a little too long in the sunrise, you are both well aware that the crimson blood of demons and angels alike may soon tarnish their innocence.

~

pastel pink, like the sudden blush on the cheeks of a young couple in love. a soft, timid shade. one that brings butterflies to the stomach and lets them escape out the lips in the form of lighthearted teasing and giggles that float through the air like a melody. stolen, fleeting glances from across the room, glittering irises and widening pupils that absorb all of who you are. zhongli's gaze drips with the sweetness of saccharine honey, all golden in the sunlight. it is comforting, and you feel as if it coats every surface and seeps into every crack of your fluttering heart. but zhongli says fleeting emotions such as love are limited to the hearts of the human race. we are not human, he says. we are deities, gods of the heavens. you do not open your mouth to reject, but you can hear the distant protests of your heart, echoing in the emptiest depths of your mind.

vibrant magenta. glaring noon light and the sound of crickets in the middle of the night. petals begin to burst forth, unfolding and unravelling a secret you cease to hide. your eyes lock from afar. his strength extends beyond the endless expanse of plains and mountains and waters that stretch between you. he turns to you, and you willingly ignore the fact that his spears and boulders have formed a forest of geological remains. you do not know what souls are pinned below the earth he once summoned, and you do not wish to find out. in the rare ceases of fighting and bloodshed, zhongli says the earth allows a pool to form from the tears of the sky; but the muddy waters do not stop you from letting the lotuses thrive to their fullest potential. they are as beautiful as ever, you breathe. they are, and he nods slowly, his smooth voice ringing in your ears. he takes your stained hands in his own and speaks lowly. these hands have suffocated the lungs of many in vines of restraint, promising release but growing ever tighter; yet you see how they still wield the capability to nurture a species of such purity? it truly is remarkable. the corners of his lips turn up into a slight, rare smile, and even the scrutiny of celestia seems to fall away.

indigo, then violet when the celestial lights dim. in the shadows where the heavens' gaze does not fall, ignorance is bliss, it seems. it puzzles you, because neither of you are ignorant, nor innocent. your hands have wielded weapons of war and the cold, shrivelled hands of your dying friends alike, prayers to celestia falling on deaf ears. he is, arguably in a much more augmented way than you, painfully aware of the realities this world has been facing, the memories the spirits of the land crying out in desperation for his assistance. yet between the two of you, bliss seems to only come to zhongli, who does not share the rush of euphoria you experience each time his hands connect with your own in a steady, secure hold; nor does his heartbeat begin to race when you barrel into his chest. zhongli has always been one to see even that which does not fall below his gaze. but you make sure one thing is certain- he does not hear the rumble of pistils in your lungs when the moon begins to rise, nor does he see the vermillion petals that litter the earth below the haven of your people. you have always been one to protect, to foster, to nourish. now your very own blessings have twisted themselves into a vine of thorns and roses, and you cannot help but feed the needs of the savage, reckless blooms. for the memory will die with the wilting of the flower, and you hope that even when all else erodes into the flow of time, the vulnerable work of your hands may prove to be a symbol of uncovered secrets of the past.

crimson, the life that flows like rivers of human blood in human veins. the iron encapsulated in the warning shades of red are created in none other than the remains of dying stars. fascinating, isn't it? you turn your head to zhongli. he seems enamored with the glittering specks of light above. a single meteor streaks into vision, its tail slowly burning; like the passion crackling away in your heart that eventually will degrade the very existence of your body and soul. for the god of wisdom, you are being awfully unwise, he states matter-of-factly. rigid as always, your inner voice mumbles to itself, and your suppressed frustration seems to bubble up until all you can see is the colour of blood; the blood of all you've let fall at your hands. your throat begins to scream as zhongli's palm makes contact with the bumps and curves of your spine. florets erupt from the very organs that sustain your life, and to your surprise they do not seem to sprout before they bloom. scarlet, ruby, carmine, crimson. red. why is everything red, morax? you sputter out words in between strained breaths, and from the way his eyes pierce into yours, you know he is aware. he knows. that is all that matters, correct? is this not the moment you yearned to witness? the memory of your foolish emotions will live on, etched in the rock-hard tablet that is the heart of the man you love. the vines squeeze, and for once, you do not resist fate, the haze of a dream overcoming your senses. pouring rain, newborn lotuses, and a sunrise. why didn't you give up? a foreign voice resounds in your mind, and here i was, thinking i was the stubborn one out of us two. but your earthly body is already vacant; and a pitiful, longing smile graces your features as you wrap yourself around zhongli, his body hunched over your own, crying out in vain for you to stay. these bodies, you whisper, are none other than containers, vehicles that hold our eternal souls.

black. the absence of all light, devoid of life.

white. the presence of all light, the pinnacle of purity.

~

zhongli's fingers dip below the surface of the water. a drumming drizzle has ceased, and as the last of the sun's rays slip below the horizon, he lifts the bud out of the water. a white lotus, cradled in his tainted hands like an impeccable specimen of porcelain. it has the potential to become any colour it wishes to be. a pastel pink, a vibrant magenta, indigo, violet, crimson. yet it remains pure, it remains innocent. or perhaps the perception of this flower is flawed, zhongli thinks. you knew far too much about this world to let a flower of such endurance represent a nescient innocence. perhaps this white bud was meant to encapsulate the paradoxical essence of everything and nothing at the same time. the promise of a soul that requires it to slowly destroy itself in the process. is this what you had wished to speak? as twilight seeps across the endless sky, zhongli stoops to his knees and raises his gaze to the sky. but he is not searching for the guidance of celestia, nor is he searching for their authoritarian gaze. he searches for you, and you only. the stars will be able to provide answers, won't they?

you smile softly, watching as the bud in his palms begins to bloom.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦

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WARNING: graphic depictions of violence, blood, angst, open ended/ambiguous ending, descriptions of death.

request: “Can i request sukuna x male reader. Where reader keeps reincarnating with each lifetime for a curse and every time he remembers sukuna, he dies after gaining memories back. You can choose if theres a good ending or angst. Thank you king! I fell in love with him especially after reading that one shot i had to watch jjk and hes hot! Thank you for turning me into a sukuna simp! Much love”

a/n: i went,,,overboard with this request 🗿 BUT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITESSIJEHSHE i’m honored to have introduced you to such a foine man

When you were five, only then had you understood the curse deemed ‘Ryoumen Sukuna.’ A rather tall man with two heads, one of which had splattered blood onto your sneakers. You understood the concept of death, of course, but could never truly comprehend the feeling of nothingness after watching your life flash before your eyes until nineteen. But there you stood, clutching the loop of your shorts when you witnessed the murder of your entire village. You didn’t know evil could have a moral compass, but the tall curse seemed to exclude half of the women and children. After the widening of youthful eyes and curdling screams you learned the monster took likings to things too. Women, with shaking forms and broken spirits. He’d stop before them, stare at them with eyes that could- in fact- kill, if they truly wanted to. But then he stopped in front of you.

“Close your eyes, Brat.” Death's hands were just as large as your family painted them out to be, if not larger. Calloused and riddled with blood as they are placed over your ears. You do as he- it says, squeezing your eyes shut and enclosing your eyes behind the meat of your palms just to be extra careful. You can see stars behind your eyelids, just as you can feel the sickening twang of death lingering in the air. You were aware it would happen at some point, Death would find its place for you over and over and over again, you’d been told since the day you were born.

There’s another sound, only muted under large palms. You don’t need your sense of sight or hearing to know what it was, the warm chunks splattering onto your skin was enough. Immediately, you flinched. When you opened your eyes, there were piercing eyes staring straight into your own. It looked so human, but something was off. Uncanny, as if it took years to manipulate its flesh and bone to emulate humans to a T. But there was nothing human behind those eyes, instead a void of nothingness. Death itself. If Death could express interest, you’d have thought that was the expression it was imitating. It offers a hand, one of four. Larger than your face, with sharp claws that could almost be described as talons. Darkened by dirt and remains of your loved ones, if it truly wanted to kill you, it could. It could tear you limb from limb with the wave of a finger. And it knew that.

So you took the hand, and he became your second home.

When you were ten, you learned about the red string of fate. It could never be broken, and those connected by it would always reunite, no matter the circumstances. You often had nightmares, those of which filled with blurred faces and sharp pain that reached you in your lucid state. Dreams of talons, piercing eyes, and double headed monsters. You dreamt under the stars, tasted metal on your tongue, and choked on smoke that wasn’t actually there. You dreamt of facial markings, details that you couldn’t exactly place, a name that you couldn’t quite remember. It left your tongue feeling thick in your mouth, racked tremors through your body, and caused premature dark circles to accumulate under your eyes.

When you were nineteen, you experienced your last breath. The air was stolen from your lungs, crushed under years of heartbreak and terror, and snatched from you in the dead of night. Your eyes glazed over, and nothingness overtook you. It left you for someone else to find, cold and lifeless. A void, similar to the eyes you had finally placed. But that didn’t matter much then, you had already drifted away from your body.

And that was that.

Thus, the cycle repeated. Under different names, different ages, different genders. There was always something gnawing away at your conscience, you felt as though you were forgetting something. But when you finally remembered, it was too late. And there was nothing you could do about it.

It was almost like deja vu, stepping outside your home to find blood splattered on the concrete floor. It made your blood run cold, sent a tremor through your body and made you feel like you were five again. Small and defenseless. You take it as your best interest to go back inside before you pass out, but the second you whip your body around you meet something- someone?- large and sturdy.

“Sukuna.” That was it, the sour taste at the tip of your tongue, the lingering sensation at the back of your brain. Him. He didn’t look the same, no, much smaller with tufts of pink hair. There’s something behind his eyes this time, something almost irrevocably human. For some reason that’s much scarier than what you remember. What you think you remember. He’s much more human, but the way he looks at you is everything but humane. He looks frustrated, angry at something, as if he’ll implode any second and go on a rampage. Dread bubbles up in your stomach, nearly erupting through your mouth as bile. It felt as though something should be happening, like something usually happened when the itch went away. He chuckles, low in his throat as he cranes his neck to put his face uncomfortably close to your own. His hands, still large, find their way to your wrist, gripping your right hand uncomfortably tight. For a moment, you consider how long a trip to the hospital would be if he shattered the bone beneath his fingers. But instead there’s a jolt of electricity that would’ve had you yanking your hand back if he weren’t holding it.

“What? You look different.” He all but purrs, inspecting your palm with long nails. Not long enough to be talons, but longer than those of a claw. It was true, you did look different. He wondered if you spent your lifetimes looking exactly the same. That couldn’t have been possible, he would’ve found you much easier, then. Still quite boyish, as if the body you were in didn’t originally belong to you. Clearly grown out of cargo shorts and polos, much taller than you were before. There was no way he could have forgotten you, the way you jumped when the remains of your loved one splattered across your legs. The way you stared back at him with a look of acceptance, the way you grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead you out of the village. It explained the body memories perfectly, the feeling of large palms on your head and remnants of a brain splattering onto your knees.

“Last time I saw you,” He let’s go of your wrist with a bored expression, then replaces its spot with the top of your head. He shoves you down, and you make an effort to ignore the crack your knees make when they smack against the concrete. Then, he crouches down to stare you directly in the eye, just like he had the first time you met. His eyes were no longer dark, instead a deep shade of red that caught light from the moon. They reminded you of vials of blood. “You were this tall. Much cuter in this century.”

“And you were bigger.” Sukuna laughs as if hearing that was the funniest thing in the world. He leans his weight into you and uses you as a support beam, laughing until his ribs burn and beg for a break. But how could he laugh at a time like this? He didn’t think it was weird? He’s existed for centuries, murdered for millennias and only now has he seen you. That wasn’t how it worked, when you died, you died. But Sukuna was a walking oxymoron to that statement. When he died, if he died, he would return. He’d return through you, the last fragments of his soul would stay bound to yours until the end of time. Perhaps that’s how he knew, how he remembered. Perhaps that’s why he still took the time to find you, even after countless years of failure. It was peculiar, but not as much as being bound to Death himself. It was a sick game of turning the phrase ‘Til’ death do you part,’ because in your case it was literal.

“You’re still a brat.” His voice is closest to something fond, as if he’s reminiscing sweet memories. It was much different on your account, and part of you wondered if Sukuna understood that. He makes no effort to help you up (he explains that you’re “a big boy now”) as he invites himself into your apartment. Nothing special, he doesn’t care much for family photos or if you have them, but the stacks of letters and books on your table peak his interest. He tears apart envelopes as if he owns them, reads through the contents and discards them to the floor if he deems them useless. The way he sits nearly breaks your chair, and, honestly, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.

So you sit beside him.

“You were so scared,” He says, almost as if he were bragging. But he was known to be arrogant and cocky, that was just his nature. He didn’t truly mean it like that, in fact, he looked quite reverent after letting the thought drift into the air. It was kind of funny, such a powerful thing fawning over past memories. But that wasn’t how this should go, you had your memory back, so why hasn’t anything happened? “When you grabbed my hand you stopped shaking.”

“...”

“It’s a shame I couldn’t keep you long,” He visibly frowns, the skin around his lips worry, but you can't tell if it’s genuine or not. He looks at you with something knowing the second the thought enters your head. “I looked for you, at first. You died young, for a human.”

Ninteen. ‘I should have been there,” he wants to add.

“Why aren’t I dying now?” You interrupt and let the panic sink in, the thought of impending doom sits on your shoulders because, really, it could happen at any moment. But this time, you don’t want it to. You remember accepting death when it came to your door at the young age of five, nineteen, countless times over and over. You had only ever gotten this far, you weren’t ready yet. You couldn’t start over, not now. “Sukuna?”

The question sours his mood in the blink of an eye, and instead of looking through your things, he raises himself from his seat to rest his palms on the table. It seemed he had a thing for staring down at people, making them cower under his stone cold gaze. You note the way his jaw clenches. You open your mouth to speak again, but he seems to have other plans. He squeezes your cheeks, making your lips purse together under the pressure of his large fingers. The movement feels familiar, like he’s done it before. The five years you spent with him were still a bit of a blur, but you remembered holding his hand quite often. He’d tell you to close your eyes if there was something he didn’t want you to see, he’d ruffle your hair a bit too hard, let you sleep on his back if he was out in the town. But that was all you remembered. He remembered it all.

“Respect your elders,” He lets go and sits back down as if he hadn’t just thrown a tantrum over you interrupting him. Sukuna was centuries old, but even then, he’d exhibit immature behavior sometimes. Living for so long had to get boring (and lonely) at some point, perhaps that was why he looked for you. He did consider you something close to family, after all. In truth, there were some lifetimes where you met. Some when you were friends, something more than that, and something inseparable. And that’s why you hadn’t died yet, you didn’t remember it all. “It’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re talking.”

“You’re much more handsome in this life.” His smile is much more intimidating than sweet, the sinister curl to his lips would only ever be associated with bloodshed in your eyes. But it was much more than that. Nights of sleeping together, days of laughter and flirtatious comments, soft moments that only you had seen. And it was bittersweet, because he knew the second he’d jog your memory you’d be gone. It wasn’t just a curse for you, but for him. Maybe it was his punishment for hurting so many people, dragging an innocent soul down with him and hanging them by the red string of fate. The comment makes your skin prickle with heat. Sukuna was quite the charmer when he wanted to be, easily picking at your weak spots with whatever you wanted to hear. But the comment was much more for the sake of his own, instead of yours.

Sukuna stands, hot on his heels as he holds out his hand one last time. If something were to happen to you tonight he’d make the most out of it, just as he did countless times over and over. So many years of starting over, getting to know you in various different bodies, realizing that being trapped away was the only way you’d get to live a full life, it was always on his mind. You were always on his mind.

So you take his hand. And for the millionth time, he’d become your second home.

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my pretty girl

yuuta reminds you who you belong to.

pairing : yuuta x reader (feminine pronouns. afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : high school!au, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, jealous sex, praise kink, verbal degradation, dirty talk, the usage of the words "whore" and "slut", blowjob, vaginal fingering, manhandling, slight choking, cumming inside, yuuta is jealous and possessive and hot

word count : 2,401

author's note : LOVESSS thank you so much for 100 followers!? i wrote this as my jjk debut fic, also as a celebratory fic, also as a way to treat myself while working on the requests. this might be ooc but idc because (jealous) yuuta is fucking hot.

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“What?” The uninterested look he bore sent an electric thrust down your body as you felt another cry edging on your lips as his length continued harshly slamming down your throat. “Stop acting like my cock’s too big for you.”

Your knees were starting to hurt against the cold bathroom tile—bruising, you were sure, turning blue and purple—but Yuuta was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you—clothed in the school’s garb, skirt barely covering your delicious ass and bra barely containing your tits. He thinks you look fucking hot in times like these, especially when you’re being so good, sucking him dry as class continued to take place.

“That’s it,” Yuuta groaned, throwing his head against the door as he dragged the cigarette off his lips, blowing an array of smoke into the air. You’ve gotten used to the cigarette by now, in fact, you loved inhaling the bitter nicotine as he continued facefucking you.

The thought of being Yuuta’s faithful whore—the one he has at his disposal at all times—arouses you to the point of madness, all the times he fucks you behind the school or on top of the teacher’s table after class.

You felt your panties dampening as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart.

“Gonna cum, yeah?” He gritted, his wet balls hitting your chin as you struggled to keep your eyes open at him—good girls maintain eye contact when being talked to. The harsh tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, your jaws hurt as hell, but you kept still.

Your fingers crumpled against your skirt when he gave you one last thrust, shooting his warm seed down your throat. You struggled against his length, the fluid sliding down your throat as you swallowed all of him.

When Yuuta pulled his limping dick out of you, it was like a gasp of fresh air. You could feel your dizzy head gaining oxygen, blinking your pretty lashes up at him as he pulled your arm to get you to stand up straight. You could still taste his sweet seed on your tongue, smeared all over your lips too, making you look like a wrecked mess.

Yuuta clicked his tongue, “Turn around.”

You obeyed his order, whimpering softly when you felt the bruised skin of your knees pressing against the cold toilet lid.

He threw the cigarette bunt on the floor, killing it with his steps as he pushed you against the closed toilet bowl, your hands holding yourself up against the wall. You felt his large hands roaming your thighs, palming your ass under your skirt with a hard squeeze.

A whimper escaped your mouth, and he scoffed, rubbing the slickness of your slit through your thin panties. He pushed them aside to dip his calloused ring finger in your folds, your juice immediately coating his digit, before pulling away.

Using one finger to slid them down to your mid-thighs, Yuuta spread your ass cheeks for a moment to admire how wet you were, with your pussy lips glistening and hole nipping at nothing, like inviting him to ravish your pussy.

“Yuuta,” you mewled quietly as his hand found your throat. You felt his tip prodding the entrance of your cunt, slowly kissing the insides of your pussy.

“Mhm?” He pressed his chest against your back, his other hand snaking around your upper body to grope on your tit. “Can you feel me inside of you?” He whispered against your ear, lips nibbling on it, the smell of nicotine on his breath causing you to tense against him.

You whimpered, squeezing your hands as you felt your pussy accommodating the size of his cock, his length filling you completely. Your hole was burning, and you tried blinking away the leftover tears from when he mouthfucked you.

“Can you feel how easy you’re taking me in right now? Didcha got this wet from just sucking me off?”

He pressed his lips against your wet cheek, using his fingers to roll your nipple between them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, breathing in heavy his peculiar scent that seemed to drive you even more to the edge. Your cunt was burning, everything was so hot, you found yourself lost in the way your walls were perfectly wrapping around his cock, the way his big hands were holding you so tightly that you felt like you could have burst at any moment.

When you didn’t respond to his questions, however, he stopped pushing himself in.

“Answer me.”

You took your lower lip between your teeth, nodding your head with your eyes shut, almost complaining at his pause, but you knew better.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, trying to grind yourself down to him, “I— I can feel you in me.”

Yuuta gave a satisfactory hum, letting you press your ass on him and swallow his dick whole. He watched your expression, the way your pretty, plump lips quiver with every breath you took. He looked down on your ample tit, cupping it through the fabric of your laced bra, letting you make full of his hand.

You fit in so perfectly in his hands, he felt you swallow your slobbering spit down your throat, it was like you were designed just for him.

“Good girl,” the praise that came out his mouth excited you.

You peeked at his face—so close to yours, just inches away from kissing your lips—and felt his hand tightening around your throat. Your cunt clenched, chest heaving at the greed in his gaze.

“My good girl?”

Yuuta pulled himself away, your pussy already missing the way he was jamming you full. You could feel your back arching, mouth nodding as you mindlessly chased after his dick.

“Yours,” you slurred, mouth staring at his full lips, and Yuuta snickered at how fucking stupid you looked, tongue out and eyes half-lidded.

You were completely devoid of him by now, only his tip stayed in your little cunt and you whined to get his attention, pushing your face against his cheek.

“My little whore,” he said again, the hand on your tit leaving to rub itself all over your torso. You felt his hard palm traveling under your skirt to lightly graze on your clit.

You whimpered, nodding your head, still trying your best to keep your eyes open and maintain your eye contact. Yuuta watched how drool was starting to collect on the edge of your lips with your mouth wide open.

His two fingers rubbed down on your clit, causing you to let out a small yelp, your hips rolling down to his hands as you quietly pleaded for him, “Rub my clit harder, please, Yuuta.”

“This cunt,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, following your pleas and pressed down on your clit harder, to take a better look at the expression you were making, “whose is it?”

You gritted your teeth, the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles, so wet and hot, burning a fire inside of you.

“Yours,” you let out a long whine, feeling your knees shudder as you approached an orgasm.

“Yuuta,” you called out, already forgetting his dick in your cunt as you grind down to his hand. “Think ‘m cumming, think—haaahhh—cumming, cumming—“

As you felt your hips bucking, clit suddenly overwhelmed with sensitivity, Yuuta slammed his cock right back into your empty cunt. You threw your head back at the sudden thrust, keeping your eyes at Yuuta to recognize amusement in his eyes.

“Yuuta,” you felt your body go limp, but his strong arms held you up. You could feel him pounding your pussy in a hard, rhythmic pattern, not giving your clit a break.

“Yuutaaaa,” your fingers clawed at the wall, “s’too much, too much, too deep.”

“Too much?” He mockingly repeated, his big cock constantly splitting you wide open, “you’re my good girl, you just gotta fuckin’ take it.”

You gasped at every one of his thumps, vision blurring as he overstimulated your throbbing clit.

Your whining was getting louder, echoing through the empty bathroom walls, drowning in the sound of your squelching cunt.

“Takin’ me in so good,” he grunted, shutting his eyes as his lips made their way to press fluttering kisses on the back of your shoulder, “you really are my little whore, huh? My slut?”

“Yours yours yours,” you pressed your lips together to prevent a curse from slipping out.

“Not Fushiguro’s, not Inumaki’s,” he dug his teeth down your skin, and you could feel his thrusts getting harder and harder, hitting you in your good spots. “Especially not fucking Itadori’s, right?”

You whimpered, head nodding.

“You’re lucky I’m so nice,” Yuuta finally released your clit from his fingers, both hands going to grasp hard on your hips as he lifted himself from you to properly hammer your cunt. “Shit— lucky that when I see you act so good and nice to Itadori, all I do is pound this little pussy, huh?”

He flipped your skirt to see your full ass, dragging your hips before slamming them down to his crotch.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he grunted, “you can thank me for being so kind.”

“Thank—hng!“ you sputtered, accompanied with little gasps and mewls, “Thank you—“

He didn’t let you finish.

Yuuta took your arm and pressed your back against his chest, his lips finding their way to your neck, biting down and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bit of your skin, marking you as his own.

“I’m cumming,” he kissed the skin under your ears, the pace of his hips suddenly becoming erratic.

“Cum inside,” before he could say anything, you squealed out the offer, feeling your walls tightened around him. “Fill me up— up with your c-cum,” you felt your tits spilling out of your bra.

Yuuta hooked his arm with your elbows, “Gonna fill you up so good.”

You nodded your head, biting your lips before eventually letting your mouth hang open as he pumped into you, “Fill me.”

Who was he to refuse?

Yuuta dug his teeth on your shoulder again, completely thrusting into you two more times before pausing. You held your breath, cunt twitching when you finally felt his warm semen filling your pussy the same time you reached another orgasm, juice only not flowing out of your hole because his dick was stuffing you full.

“Fuuuuck,” Yuuta breathed, letting go of your hands to only grope at your tits, still propping you up against his chest. He roughly pulled the tight fabric down and watched your tits bounce out, jiggling after being freed. He pressed his nose against your neck, “You look so good.”

“S’big,” you murmured as his fingers pinched your nipples, causing you to jolt in surprise. “You’re so big—“

“You’re my whore, arentcha?” He gave your tits one last squeeze before letting you go, softly pushing your body down on the toilet lid so that your ass was high up in the air. “You can take it.”

You whined, wiggling your hips and he watched how your ass cheeks were slapping against each other, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

Yuuta slowly pulled his softening dick from your hole, the squelching sound decorating the air before finally disappearing with his dick. He crouched on the floor, using one thumb to spread your pussy lips apart, watching the mixture of his thick cum and your juice dribbling down your thigh.

He pressed a soft kiss against your entrance, and you reached your hand out to push his face away, already feeling your cunt secreting more slickness at the touch.

“Yuuutaaaa…”

He chuckled, and instead of eating you out, he dipped two fingers in your soaking cunt, scissoring you wide open as soon as you swallowed his fingers whole.

You pressed your face against the ceramic of the toilet, gripping on it with your eyes shut.

Yuuta pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, watching in delight as you obediently took his fingers in, before adding a third one.

“I’m the only one who can see you like this,” he muttered, as you tried muffling your whimpers with the skin on the back of your hand. “Wet, full of cum, squirming around my fingers.”

You nodded your head, though you were not sure if he could see you or not.

He curled his three fingers inside your cunt, causing your knees to wobble under the weight of your sensitive body.

“Say it,” he urged, constantly curling them inside as if caressing your pussy walls.

“You— you’re the,” your mouth gaped, voice unclear from all the bliss, “the only one, see me— see me like— nghh—“

Yuuta scoffed at your lack of ability to do what he wanted, but he quickened the pace of his fingering, hitting you deeper with every thrust.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “we know you’re dumb for my fingers. Don’t gotta show it, you fucking slut.”

You whimpered, but you continued anyway.

“Yours,” you kept trying to say, insisting on him knowing that you belong fully to him and no one else. You cunt squeezed his three fingers, hips slowly rolling. “N-not Fushiguro’s—“

“Mhmm?” Yuuta raised an eyebrow, a small smirk etched on his lips as he felt his dick hardening again.

He really didn’t pick the wrong girl to be with, you were so perfect and so good for him, so faithful to him and just him.

“—n-not Inu— Inumaki’s—“

Yuuta pulled his fingers away and stood up, positioning his hardening dick on your entrance once again.

“—a-and especially n-not Ita— Itadori’s—“

He pummeled your needy hole again, satisfied at your pretty voice, telling him that you didn’t belong to any of those other guys.

“That’s it,” Yuuta pulled himself out of your cunt before slamming himself inside again, “pretty girl, my pretty girl.”

Shameful Attraction (Part 6, Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader)(18+MDNI)

Part 6 of this series! Parts 1-5 can be found on my JJK Masterlist -> Link

Pairings: AU Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader (and also abusive Fiancé Touji) Wordcount: 8k+

CW/TW: This story has a lot of abuse in it. (Touji is your abusive Fiance.) there are references all throughout about this behavior. Hitting, punching, name calling, degradation, putting reader down, threatening reader, severely hurting reader, lack of care, making excuses for abuser, accepting the abuse/neglect, hiding bruises, etc. Also implies thoughts/mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety. Alcohol, smoking cigarettes, cheating in a relationship, unprotected sex, and having a long term affair. Please do NOT read this story if any of this is upsetting for you.

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Your first day working for Sukuna was more fun and exciting than you thought it would be, and of course with Touji being gone for a couple days, you decided to enjoy yourself, cause why not? You went home with Sukuna after work, cause the two of you certainly hadn't got enough of each other yet.

Monday, 6:22 PM

Sukuna's body and yours were entangled together in his bed, both of you exhausted yet satisfied while intertwined in the silk sheets. Both enjoying the calm moment after he fucked you so incredibly hard that you were seeing stars and babbling incoherently about him stuffing you so full with his thick erogenous gift. He had a strong arm around your waist in a comforting and almost possessive hold, and your face was nuzzled up under his warm chin as you laid mostly on his chest, his elevated heartbeat thrumming against your cheek. Recalling how the two of you eagerly walked towards his apartment after work and began aggressively and impatiently kissing one another with heavy breaths and groans of desire while in the elevator, you couldn't keep your heart from fluttering at the lewd actions that followed shortly after. Honestly you didn't even know your legs could be pushed so far above your head...Sukuna's strong grip kept them held firmly in place as he had rutted into you unforgivingly for what felt like forever. He teased about that small swell in your belly that would show itself every time he plunged into you. Your mind was melting at the amount of pleasure this man could give you...and his praises of your pussy being so eager and open for him made your legs quiver without control.

"Sukuna...oh my god, you're amazing..." you murmured breathlessly into his neck, being as close to him as possible as you slowly came down from multiple highs. Sukuna's deep chuckle vibrated through his chest, the sensation a comfort to feel, and he let out a satisfied and proud sigh.

"I'd be disappointed if I wasn't..." His hand came to your shoulder, fingertips gently trailing up your arm in the process, never minding the small beads of perspiration along your skin from his previous ministrations to your body and you quivered at the delicate touch. He pulled away slightly to look your face, your dove eyes meeting his while his knuckles brushed over your warm rosy cheek. Sukuna couldn't stop himself from admiring your soft face, thinking how pretty you looked in your afterglow... Why he had the desire to even want to look at a woman after he was finished with her was beyond him. But with you in this moment...he couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. Seeing how your glossy eyes stayed connected with his in such a tender and almost desperate way made him eager to hold onto your gaze, almost offering a sense of relief that was clearly needed for you. You spoke nothing of the traumas and horrors your life was filled with, though fragments of your shattered sanity easily glistened from your eyes. Sukuna had curiosities, maybe even questions, but it wasn't his place to ask or try to uncover what you left unsaid. Besides, you weren't his woman. You weren't his problem that he needed to try and fix. You were an employee who he expected hard work from. You were just another woman in his office that he's fucked on his desk. Just another woman that he's enjoyed several times yet...still thirsts for more. Just a woman who is so appreciative and respectful. Just a woman he was strangely still interested in for some reason... Nibbling your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from his face to his chest, with those gorgeous maroon eyes still watching you so intently.

"Well...I should probably get going, before it gets too late." A small smile stretched your lips through your statement, honestly not wanting to leave, but you didn't want to assume he wanted you to spend the night here, again.

"Ah...pretty thing doesn't want to stay for more?" His devious laugh made you blush harder as he captured your lips with his again, both of his arms holding you close to his warm body. You playfully squirmed, giggling in return against his lips as his strong embrace relaxed you in such a way that any saddened thought in your mind could almost be forgotten.

"Oh, I of course would love to stay, but I mean, I didn't want to impose and be rude by just assuming you'd want me here. Surely all the other women you sleep with don't hang around all the time either."

He gave a small chuckle before clicking his tongue, debating on if he should even indulge in what you said about other women he's slept with... Sure... None of the others ever hung around, not like they even had a choice in the matter as he wanted them out of his home as soon as he satisfied his need for sex. Because in reality, he didn't give a single care to any of them. Charm them, bring them home, get what he wanted from them in bed, and send them on their way. It was his own rules he devised and meant to follow precisely. He was enjoying his life way too much to let any woman slow him down or get in his way.

But, here you were, becoming quite the exception to this set of rules...

"Trust me doll, if I didn't want you here, you would know." He said with a humored smirk before kissing your lips again softly, making you shudder in warmth, curling your body more into his without even meaning to. God, you needed his touch...needed him to hold you like this, needed to feel that warmth and comfort no matter how much of a façade it was...

"This...can't always happen though, can it?" Your question made him look at you with slight confusion and he caressed your arm gently.

"Why do you ask that..?"

"Cause like...you're my boss... isn't this...isn't this frowned upon? I don't want you to think I'm trying to gain any favors...and I wouldn't want others to think that either..."

"Well...Are you fucking me just for favors?"

"What? No, of course not."

"Then don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself with me as long as you'd like..."

Not long after your moment of rest, it dawned on you that you didn't have any extra clothes, and you'd have to go to work in the morning in the same exact outfit and that wasn't anything you wanted to do. Sukuna, always being the opportunist, decided to spend more money on you, cause why not? That little, gleeful smile you made when simply swiping his card at the café roused an interest in him. He wanted to see that smile again, and possibly try to set a personal goal of how flustered he could get you in a store while showering you with 'gifts.' He didn't have to spend his money on you, he didn't have to buy you nice things or take you on fancy dates. And for that reason, it just made him want to indulge in pampering you. Judging by the few sets of clothes he's already seen you in -bought at a hand me down store most likely-, he knew there wouldn't be much variety in your closet at home. Seeing your curves and body without anything on, he knew certain outfits would compliment your appearance much more than you allowed for yourself. You were his immediate assistant after all...if you didn't look stunning, how does that make him appear when you're next to him?

Of course when Sukuna said he'd take you to get some clothing, you had hoped he wouldn't pick anywhere too expensive, though you knew better than to even mention it. Not like he would accept some charity store as a place to get clothes from.

However, you certainly didn't expect him to take you to such an expensive place...

Giorgio Armani...

"Sukuna...I-I can't...this skirt alone is ¥231,000! I don't feel comfortable accepting this kind of thing..." That cocky grin that you're starting to recognize more often is spread across his face as he sets a second skirt of a different color into the basket, enjoying the look of surprise on your face.

"Cant be telling your boss 'no', sweetheart." His deep chuckle, so full of confidence and arrogance, forces your cheeks to accept a feverish hue while your fingers timidly shove that bit of hair from your face as usual. You could say 'no' all you wanted, but you knew he wouldn't accept it, and honestly, you didn't want him to accept it... You certainly didn't admire him for only his bank account, but of course he was only so charming and charitable towards you because he had such confidence from his wallet...right? At least it's what you assumed.

As you tried to find something that wasn't an insane amount of money, -not likely going to happen- you noticed Sukuna talking with one of the stylists while looking at some of the finer dresses in their elegant display sections. Like an embarrassed child, you hid behind one of the racks as you watched them, seeing how invested Sukuna was in a couple of the dresses that you knew were well over ¥1,000,000... The stylist was insanely attractive, at least you thought so, and she kept placing her hands -so conveniently- atop of Sukuna's every chance she could as he went through their catalog of different colors and accessories to compliment the dresses.

Though...those gorgeous eyes never gave her the attention she was clearly demanding. Instead, they flickered up to where you were, and then he looked back down to the catalog while lifting his hand and beckoning you to him. And you gladly approached, unable to hide the expression of superiority on your face, noticing the faint scowl upon the stylist's as she watched you approach.

Another woman getting jealous over you being with a man that belonged to no one? Might as well embrace the moment... Of course Sukuna was more than aware of the other woman's bitter feelings at the moment, not that he cared. Once he had his focus on what he wanted, there was no distraction that could earn his attention. As you came to his side, your boss looked to you with that cocky smile while gently touching underneath your chin with his thumb and index finger before gesturing the catalog to you.

"So, pick something, pretty thing."

Your gaze fell down to the pages, noticing quickly there weren't any prices next to the items. Certainly if anyone was in this section of the store, they had so much money that the prices wouldn't even matter to them, so no point in wasting the ink to provide them. Not even allowing you a second to deny, Sukuna slid a careful hand along your lower back, resting it just above the curve down to your ass while leaning to whisper into your ear.

"Cant have my personal assistant showing up to an office party or company gathering without something elegant adorning her gorgeous body now can I?"

"B-but, I-..." looking up at his serious expression, you held your tongue and looked back down to the catalog, almost feeling rude to keep declining. There was a beautiful array of cocktail dresses, all different colors but of course the variation of black, plunging V neck styles were the main attraction through the pages. As you flipped through a couple pages, gazing over the different options, you could feel Sukuna's hand tense a little each time a particularly stunning dress appeared. Though he said nothing, you became aware it was most likely because something caught his attention specifically, and you quickly picked up on it. A simple test proved your theory, letting your finger tip gently glide across one of the dress images that seemed to pique his interest. Looking to him while tapping your finger on the image, he cocked up a brow and grinned while tightening his hold along the small of your back.

"What do you think about this one?" you asked with a bit of excitement, finding something that you actually really liked. Before allowing him to speak, the stylist did her best to interrupt, stating how that particular dress was better suited for women with a more full chest, and how there would be too much loose fabric in the bust to 'compliment your figure'.

Not wanting your eager face to disappear at the rude comment, Sukuna chuckled while writing down the dress' item number on the sheet provided next to the catalog.

"Well, good thing alterations can be made to better fit her perfect body." His charming yet disapproving tone made the stylist bite her lip in embarrassment and offer a slight head bow of apology.

He watched as your glossy eyes stared up and into his for a moment, an obvious 'thank you' from the expression that was upon your gentle face. Oh how he craved those sweet and gentle looks...

"Pick out a few more, pretty thing."

Seeing how this was a very formal type of selection, you made sure to pick things that would make you look best in high end company gatherings. Or rather, things that would look best on you while standing beside Sukuna with other important people gathered around. Perhaps this was more for him, not wanting you to tarnish his good looks, but instead, elevate them. Elevate his status with a well dressed woman at his side, her attire far more expensive than it needed to be. Perhaps... But either way, you were going to enjoy this as long as possible. Even if some part of it made you feel like a horrible person. Made you feel horrible for letting some man you only recently met already get in between your legs and fuck his cum into you several times. Made you feel horrible for allowing him and wanting him to spend money on you. Made you feel horrible because you didn't mind being his little dress up doll in the moment. Made you feel horrible that you already wanted him to be fucking you so strongly in his office again, being that cliché personal slut for the boss...

After deciding on maybe two or three more dresses, not wanting to come off as greedy rather than thankful, your hand pushed the catalog away from you a bit, signaling you were done with it.

"Sweetheart..." Sukuna's velvet voice tickled across your ear making you shudder as he leaned closer to you.

"At some point I will be wanting to tear some of these off of you...it would be a good idea to have some extras...don't you think?"

Your knees felt weak as you nearly sank against him, shaking your head while feeling flushed.

"But...these are surely too expensive to ruin so carelessly..."

"I insist...look doll, you'll never run my wallet dry...I can buy this whole store if you wanted..." Your eyes widened in shock at what he was saying, unable to even process the amount of money this man actually possesses. Giving a slight nervous laugh, you held his arm gently so you could maintain your standing form, almost too weak to do so on your own. "S-Sukuna, why even mention such a thing? Why waste that money??" "Because this is a fucking high for me..." he purred into your ear, nipping your lobe casually as if you were both alone in the store and not in the view of several others.

"S-Sukuna!" You whispered harshly though a quieted laugh, shoving your hip against his playfully. It garnered a returning laugh from him before he put his attention back to the catalog, pulling it closer to you once more.

"And don't forget...you'll need heels and jewelry to match those dresses."

The small glisten in your eyes wasn't something he noticed as you watched him briefly, still feeling like all of this was some fever dream that you'd soon wake from. You were the entertainment in his life at the moment, so of course he would have you dress appropriately for the role... You had to constantly remind yourself this had nothing to do with feelings or emotions at all. A man like Sukuna wasn't going to keep someone like you at his side forever... He wasn't going to love someone like you... He probably wouldn't ever love anyone, life was clearly too much fun for him to be held down by a partner. Especially one like you...

A few of the items could be brought to the cashier, while several others, being so expensive, were not allowed to be handled by a customer in such a way until after they were purchased, and for the very elegant things, they would be later delivered to home since they didn't keep a lot of them in stock at the store. To even try them on, you'd have to request them and they would be brought out to a specific dressing room that was more closed off and reserved for "higher paying clientele".

And some of these dresses you tried on made you look and feel like a completely different person... Looking into the mirror provided in the room, your cleavage was very obvious and demanding attention, along with the cinched waist hem making your middle appear more delicate before broadening towards your hips. The entirety of the cloth hugged your skin in such a way it almost seemed like you didn't have clothing on at all.

You felt...pretty. Confident. Sexy.

Hearing a gentle knock at the door, you assumed it was the stylist coming to ask how the dresses were, however it was Sukuna, and he left no opportunity for a protest as he closed the door behind him. Your form felt awkward as he leaned back against the door, his maroon eyes starting at the heels you had on, slowly traveling up the curves of your body, taking in every detail and savoring it like a fine wine.  Seeing you for the first time a few days ago, he was already intrigued by how you looked in your outfit of choice for your interview, but now seeing you in something so much more elegant, something he was going to personally buy for you, his desire only increased.

Imagining when he'll have the opportunity to slip the soft fabric off of you while being devious at a company gathering, he couldn't deny his growing erection.

"Damn...are you aware of how gorgeous you are..?" He chuckled in his throat, eyeing you so hungrily.

Why did he feel the need to compliment you in such a way? Was it an enjoyment to see your face so flustered? A shy little laugh escaped your lips as you turned your head away, bringing a hand to your warm face as if to hide it.

Your mind was so lost in thought it kept you from seeing Sukuna approach with his large and strong hands now gripping onto your waistline, pulling your body to his strong and muscular one. He enveloped your lips within his, controlled yet needy kisses catching you off guard.

Within seconds he had you turned around and pushed up against the wall, eagerly kissing the back of your neck and exposed shoulders from the dress' design. One of his hands snaked around to your chest, his fingers groping the plush mounds that were barely concealed, your nipples already hardening through the dress at his touch. Feeling the fabric lift up from behind, now scrunched up at your hips, quickly followed by the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, you weren't even going to try to protest, not like you honestly wanted to... Small, shaky moans escaped your lips as his mouth came to your ear, nipping at the edges of it gently causing you to tremble in desire.

"Are you going to be a good little girl and thank your boss for the dresses?"

"Y-yes..!"

"Yes, what?"

"'S-Sir', yes sir!"

Being his current entertainment was the only thing bringing you any joy in life right now. Even if it felt insanely wrong to be so wet in this moment, pushing your hips back from the wall so he could line himself up easier, you couldn't bring yourself to actually deny any of it. You knew he'd stop if you asked, but you also knew the way his fingers were now aggressively pumping into your already sloppy pussy made you feel better than you've ever felt in the entirety of your existence.

After he quickly prepped you, his engorged tip came to your entrance and you sucked in air through your teeth at the slight sting as he stretched you open slowly, one of his hands gently caressing your hip for comfort and the other still gently squeezing your breasts. You fought back moans of painful pleasure as Sukuna kept a firm hand on your hip, fucking you slowly against the wall with deep and powerful thrusts. His mouth remained at your nape, sucking on your skin and nipping the tender areas causing your head to loll back in pleasure. It hurt so good, his thick length lodging itself into your protesting walls...and it was a difficult thing to still grasp. It hurt with Touji, but the pain felt more intense with him, no pleasure at all...You were certainly in pain right now as well but, god it felt amazing at the same time... The hand at your breasts caressed over your excited nipples, pinching them gently while you mewled as quietly as possible, trying to have some reserve as someone outside of the dressing room could be nearby. Oh but Sukuna loved to hear those beautiful sounds, remember? At the office is one thing, he wants to maintain a bit of class, but here, the small thrill of getting caught excited him, so he encouraged all the sounds you could possibly make... And though he's new to your body, he already knew exactly how to force them out of you. He knew how to stuff you so incredibly full you'd start to babble incoherently from being so dumb on his dick. Attempting to silence yourself more, you put a hand over your mouth, but it was quickly taken a hold of and pushed palm flat against the wall, Sukuna's fingers in between yours to keep it there in place. "Let me hear you..." He let a low groan into your ear, sending a chill through your whole body.

His cockhead hit demandingly into your cervix, your mind fading with the almost unbearable pleasure at this point, small little moans and shrieks leaving your lips at each battering thrust. How he was able to build an orgasm up so quickly within you was nearly shameful.

"Mmh...don't make me ask for it, sweetheart..." he teased into your ear, rolling his hips in such a way that he was fucking you so generously, abusing your velvety walls without restraint.

Your trembling body gave it away, proving you were about to cum so hard on your boss's dick yet again today, moaning like a brazen whore that couldn't get enough of his delicious cock. He groaned in unison with your unashamed cries, abandoning his slow pace to mercilessly hammer into you against the wall of the changing room in this elegant store. "Sukuna....p...please...m-make me cum...wanna cum on your fat cock..!" you begged with teary eyes, your moaning sobs echoing through the dressing room. "Hn...such a- fuck, good girl..!" The cocky smirk of his lips against your skin easily made you cream and squirt all over his dick and the wall you were pinned against, the arrogant and audacious way he was pounding into you almost too much to handle.

Rarely did he ever enjoy a woman more than once, but they all craved to be with him again. To be spoiled by him, to be charmed by his arrogance and wealth, to be fucked so good that anyone after him would be severely disappointing. But rarely did any woman actually crave him, and not just the things he could do to them or for them...

Monday, 8:53 PM

Hearing the shower shut off from the bathroom Sukuna was using, you pulled your knees to your chest while sitting on the couch in his living room, feeling uncontrollably awkward in the moment while only wrapped in a towel. As if he hadn't seen you naked already... You had used his secondary bathroom to shower while he used the one in his room, though for a moment you thought about joining him. But, it just felt too intimate...not something fuck buddies would normally do together. Or would they..?

Resting your cheek upon your knees, you tried to wonder if the two of you were going to just shower and go to bed, then wake up and go to work like some couple? It felt stupid to even think of it that way... How would you know otherwise? Do people who casually sleep around go to bed together like this? Or was there some common knowledge and rule that should be obvious to you...

Exiting the bedroom, Sukuna of course had no reason to hide his incredible body as he let a towel hang loosely at his hip, water droplets rolling down those gorgeous abs, following the dip of his v line.

"Hey, doll." he grinned in mirth while taking a seat on the same couch, relaxing against the black leather. He propped an arm up on the cushions behind you, his fingertips barely touching your shoulder as he leaned his head back.

"I'm surprised no one said anything to us, I thought for sure I had you making enough noise to catch someone's attention."

"W-what?" You stammered in shock at his crass statement and he simply chuckled in return while leaning his head over to look at you.

"What? You didn't want to get caught having sex with your boss in the dress he was buying you? Obviously you had to pay for it in some way, no?"

Feeling your face flush, your eyes quickly looked to the floor and your whole frame became visibly shaken. In the earlier moment you had felt so shameless, so aroused and too excited to really care what he was doing to you in there, or if anyone could hear. But looking back, you now realized how uncomfortable you actually felt. The realization of someone possibly hearing you moan like some cheap whore made you extremely self conscious and nervous. At least in his office this morning, he did his best to help you hide your sounds of ecstasy, but in that dressing room, he did everything possible to make you let it all out.

Feeling a finger gently touch under your chin and pull your attention from the floor, your eyes locked with those darkened hues that had softened so quickly. Sukuna's cocky and arrogant expression had faded into more of a concerning one as he got you to look back at him.

"Did it bother you..?"

You swallowed tightly at his question, feeling your eyes start to sting as if tears were about to fall. What were you supposed to say to that? Clearly he had enjoyed it, and he was spending all that money on you, and in that moment you had no objections. Suddenly feeling different about it later would make you seem like an ungrateful hypocrite. But...it honestly made you feel like you were trading sex for gifts...and it made you feel so ashamed...

"U-um...No, no it didn't bother me." You gave a desperate laugh, grabbing onto a small loch of your dampened hair, already knowing your lie was blatantly obvious... Sukuna may have been a rich playboy who spent way too much money on women for kicks, but he certainly wasn't stupid.

"Why are you lying to me..?" He asked flatly while scooting closer to you across the black leather, holding your chin in place now with his thumb and index finger, his arm that was on the back of the couch more wrapped around your other side.

And that made it happen... It made a tear finally escape out of your eye, and it wasn't from erotic bliss or joy, not even sadness nor sorrow. Just, fear. 'Why are you lying to me?' The number of times Touji has accused you of lying wasn't even countable at this point... Same with the number of times he's shoved you into the wall, pushed you to the floor or even struck you in anger after accusing you of something.

"I-I'm y sorry..." Your small voice was submissive and apologetic, almost pleading even. "I just...I just don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, or b-boring...I've enjoyed so much that you've given me. And all this money you've spent on me, I don't want you to feel like it's been a waste... I mean, you have every right to take what you want from me in return."

His small chuckle made you look at him in confusion as he caught the falling tear with his thumb, wiping it away gently.

"Look, if you don't like something...you can tell me. I'm not going to be angry if you ask me to stop or if you don't want to do something again...I hope you understand that. It's not my desire to make you feel like you have to be willing and open to everything. It's not repayment... We just started having fun pretty thing, I'm not sure what all excites you or not yet. But I certainly hope none of this has been against your will..."

"Of course not! Just earlier...I mean...at the time, I liked it, but thinking about it now...I...I'm so embarrassed about it..."

Cupping your cheek with his hand, you absentmindedly leaned into it, so worried you were going to lose this touch already. So afraid you already devalued yourself by letting him take you whenever he wanted, having no complaints, not even trying to make him wait for anything special. Just like with Touji...who liked to remind you of how easily he was able to get you into bed after just recently meeting him.

Damn...maybe you were just an easy woman...

"Don't worry about it, little thing..." His deep voice was so comforting and so relaxing it helped you calm down even before you realized it.

"It's just, I don't...don't want you to think I'm just some...some worthless slut who doesn't value herself...o-only having sex for money or g-gifts..."

When he started to laugh, his head leaning back a bit at the amusement of your statement, you felt even worse, knowing that what you said was probably true then...

"Oh, sweetheart!" His hand moved from your cheek to back under your chin, lifting your head up high from its shameful and submissive position.

"I've had worthless sluts before, and trust me, doll...you're not anything like that. Not even close..."

With more tears slipping down your cheeks, he brought his other hand to your face, using the back of his knuckles to wipe them away as a small smile of relief did it's best to tug at your lips.

"Such a tender little thing...You look so adorable..." He chuckled in his throat humorously while suddenly pulling you closer and into his arms. A deep blush warmed your face as he stood, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you as if you were a delicate and fragile thing.

Before you knew it, he had you laid down to your back on his soft silk bedsheets, already pulling the towel away from your hands that were shyly trying to hold onto it. His large hands pushed your knees apart easily and then he buried his face in between your thighs, earning a nervous whimper from your throat. But your embarrassed form only tensed up, suddenly feeling Sukuna's tongue running a strong and wet stripe up between your quickly wetted folds, proceeding to eat you out aggressively as if you were the last meal he would ever get.

Your fingers curled into his hair as your hips writhed and bucked upwards in constant pleasure as he graciously gave you all of his attention with his mouth and fingers.

Over the next hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, only focusing on your body and how much pleasure he could give to just you in the moment. You had came and cried from bliss and emotions so many times you couldn't even remember what the count was anymore. He'd lick you dry after each one,  praising you and complimenting your body repeatedly before eagerly building you up again. You and your pleasure were the only concerns on his mind at the moment, and he was going to make sure you understood that.

Why he even cared though was so unclear in his mind... Certainly any woman that had cried infront of him before was seen as annoying and clingy. Not something he would want to be bothered by. It's just sex. That's all he wanted. He didn't care about anything else. Just use a woman and move on.

Why did you have to make him stray from his path..? And how easily you could lure him away...

Tuesday, 5:57 AM

Waking up the next morning startled you a bit, your eyes suddenly opening as you forgot where you were for a brief moment. There was a soft lamp on in the corner of the room, providing plenty of light but not enough to be uncomfortable for sleepy eyes. Noticing the area on the bed next to you was empty, you frowned slightly, wishing you could have woken up next to Sukuna, but just being wrapped up in the warm blankets on his bed was still so comforting. How you wished you never had to go home again... Home to the tiny bed with crappy blankets, having to share it with someone who you despised and hated...

The bedroom door opened quietly and you glanced over to see Sukuna walking in with dark grey sweatpants loose at his waist, and a tank top on that looked drenched in sweat. His beautiful pink hair was messy, not in its usual tamed back style, and he was breathing a bit heavy in the moment, slightly out of breath. You thought he looked hot as sin in a suit?? No, no this, this made you want to be down on your knees begging for him to breed you. Just his glistening skin from the sweat beading down it, seeing the outline of his pecs through the dampened shirt as it stuck to his rising chest, your mouth was definitely hung open rudely without remorse.

"Um...Excuse me, Sir, I don't think you're allowed to look that damn mouth watering so early in the morning." He halted at your sleepy yet seductive voice, looking over to you with a gentle grin while lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, showing off the delicious contour of his dampened abs. "Oh? Sorry pretty thing, my home, my rules."

He looked so masculine and assertive, unashamedly letting the waistline of his sweat pants hang from his hip, allowing you the privilege of damn near drooling at his wonderfully carved V-line. And that line guiding your eyes down to where you knew his beautiful cock was beneath the clothing.

The first time you slept with him, the two of you had only stripped each other in the dim light of night, never fully seeing or appreciating what the other looks like underneath. You knew he was built like a god judging by how his clothes fit him, and how strong and powerful he is in bed or anywhere else he's fucked you.

But getting to actually see it up close and personal made you really appreciate his body that much more. He was just fucking gorgeous and incredibly handsome all at the same time...

You may have been upset last night for feeling like a slut, but in this moment you'd be anything he wanted, just to let him have you in a primal way.

"I bet you're having the filthiest thoughts in that pretty little head of yours."

That devilish smirk came across his face and you shivered, worried you were already about to make a mess on the sheets. It's like his words were automatically able to make you cream without control. But, yes... You were allowing your mind to run rampant through the lewd thoughts and desires that plagued you.

Sitting up better in the bed, you tried to rub your eyes as daintily as possible, not wanting to look like a wild beast from your sleep. "Why are you so sweaty? Morning workout?"

"Just a run. Few miles." He said so casually while crawling over the bed to you, kissing your lips without hesitation and you mewled softly into his mouth as he caged you down beneath him. Never before could you think a sweaty guy would smell so good but, damn! It was almost intoxicating...and him leaning over you, his skin radiating heat, still giving a few heavy exhales from his nose while kissing you, made you embarrassingly wet... as if you didn't get enough of him yesterday.

Running one of your hands over his shoulder and then up to his undercut made him hum softly in return, enjoying your gentle touches along his warm and damp skin.

"I need to take a shower though." He smirked while pulling his lips away, feeling your hand on the back of his head briefly try to hold him close still. "Wanna join me? Let your boss help you start the day with some exercise as well? It's very good for you." That cocky grin could make you want to do anything for him...Sure you just took a shower right before bed last night, but you certainly would have been upset if you missed out on the way he was holding you up and against the shower wall, fucking you so good while your quivering legs wrapped around his hips, letting him hammer into you like it was all you were good for. You'd gladly be his used rag doll he'd toss around and fuck mercilessly...

Strong hands gripped onto the underside of your thighs near your ass, his fingertips pushing hard into your skin, surely leaving small bruised marks. He kissed and bit at your neck so hungrily, groaning in satisfaction to your shrill cries and moans of elation, your arms draped around his neck with one hand clenching onto his hair, and the other leaving more markings along his back as his beautiful cock plunged deeper into your cunt, punishing your womb without any pity.

"Fuck...you take my cock so well, baby...letting me stuff you so fucking full and deep..!" You squirmed and leaned your head back against the wall as you came at his praise, your eyes tightly shut as you almost felt like you couldn't handle how forceful he was. Surely you were seeing stars by this point, feeling like his brutal cock was going to break your pussy. Your reactions only made Sukuna thrust into you more roughly, getting addicted to the desperate sounds you were making, and the way your body writhed away from the wall in overstimulation.

"P-please..! I ca-cant..Sukuna!"

How incredible and sexy you looked pinned to the wall like this, like you were completely helpless in his grip, and your greedy pussy squeezing him so tightly as you screamed through another intense orgasm. "Oh... you can, you can..." That deep, demanding laugh into your ear made your body arch off of the wall even more, hands desperately holding onto his shoulders as his cock abused your creamy and gummy cavern, easily persuading another build up of pleasure inside. Luckily you were in the shower already because there was no hiding your continuous squirting that was coating his abdomen and running down his legs. But despite the water running, the obscene sound of squelching from your abundant juices was very loud and clear, and it was mixed with your sobbing howls of mercy. Though, you definitely didn't want any. You never wanted it to end. Your mind being so numb while fucked you so harshly was all you wanted to experience.

It wasn't long until Sukuna came undone and pressed you tightly against the wall while he filled you with his hot seed, pumping you so full you could feel it leaking back out around his cock and down your inner thighs.

His satisfied grunts made you blush and you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands cradling his head against you almost lovingly. He remained against you for a moment, his mouth at your neck, kissing your skin softly between his heavy breaths.

"Seems like...a g-good morning exercise." You teased and he chuckled in response, lowering your legs gently so you could stand on your own and he massaged your hips while letting out a satisfied sigh. "Well, I'll have to make sure I include it whenever you're over here, pretty thing." His velvety voice soothed you as you came down from your high, his finger up under your chin and slowly pulling away as he turned, taking those gorgeous eyes with him.

As he turned his back to you and put his head under the water, you noticed even more tattoos along his back, and you realized you've not actually seen him completely nude and in the light until now. And you were staring, very intently to the point it felt disrespectful. Watching his hair flow down from the water, and the small water droplets falling from some of the ends, you caught yourself holding your breath for whatever reason... It's like he was just perfect in every way possible. That perfect drug that gives you such a high...so addictive and needed...

While admiring his back, noticing its just as contoured like the rest of him, you realized how badly you must have dragged your nails across his skin. Seeing the marks from your scratches, how they were deep and still red, you felt bad, not realizing exactly how much you had carved him up. But, you definitely remembered that every time you clawed him from over stimulation, he let out the most satisfying sounds, groaning and grunting while letting that cocky smirk take over his face like he certainly enjoyed it. Enjoyed giving a woman so much pleasure that she would dig her nails in for the ride because he was driving her so wild. Little marks of his success...

However, the more you looked, the more faded marks along his back you saw. Of course, as you unfortunately keep forgetting, you aren't the only woman in his life that he drives wild. Not the only one who has been in that same position against the shower wall as you just were, not the only one who has been on their back in his bed, crying out at the intense pleasure he provides. Not the only one who he's bought things for. Not the only one he calls 'pretty thing' or 'doll'...and certainly not the only one he's praised and complimented so much.

It wasn't the thought of past women he's been with that made you feel ill and weak, it was the fact that tomorrow he could have another woman in here, and then the day after, enjoy himself with you again. Like you were sharing him with who knows how many others... Did he treat most of them the same as how he does with you? Is he so gentle when they're upset, so gracious to make them amazing food, and so rough and even passionate when taking them to bed as he is with you? You definitely weren't the only woman who got to admire or appreciate his body either...though you felt as if you were the only one who adored him this much... He almost felt like a savior in your life, though it would never be something you'd say out loud like that. Thank god for the shower water streaming down your face, helping you hide the ridiculous and uncontrollable tears that wouldn't stop leaking from your eyes. You swore yourself to not get attached, you promised yourself to avoid this type of hurt. Yet you couldn't help it... Everything about him was so addicting, so exciting. So captivating...

Walking down the sidewalk next to Sukuna towards the office, you couldn't help but look up at him from time to time, admiring how cleaned up he could get in contrast to his sweaty and glistening form not that long ago. You had already figured out he had his switches between work and play. His expressions and demeanor were clear for each. Right now, this was Boss Sukuna, and it was so sexy you couldn't keep your gaze off of him for long. His serious face, his attention focused on his phone for work emails, his complete disregard for any other woman walking nearby, it all made you smile...

He stopped at the little coffee shop again, and you didn't mean to approach the counter with him, but just absentmindedly did so while eyeing some of the pastries that were displayed in a case at the counter... Seeing the other woman from Thursday who Sukuna was able to flustere made you nervous for whatever reason...

Knowing he was going to be a flirt was hard to accept...

"Oh hey! I was off work yesterday and didn't get to see you..." The woman at the counter undoubtedly enjoyed his company, as she pouted about her absence the day prior, admitting her enjoyment of seeing him almost every day. But how could you blame her... That smile that trapped you worked just as well on her, the pink hue of her face making it obvious. The way he spoke, his voice so sexy and deep, calling her 'doll', made her more flustered as she fixed his drink. Listening to them joke and laugh back and forth made you more or less zone out, trying to maintain your maturity of not being jealous about a man that didn't belong to you. "I'll take one of the caramel coffees too, and whichever pastry you'd recommend from the case."  Your eyes quickly flickered up to Sukuna as he ordered another coffee and a pastry...for you? He glanced to you briefly out of the side of his eye, giving a subtle wink while pulling his wallet out for payment.  "So when do you think I can come over again? It's not fair you've only asked once and it's been over a month." The lady pouted while setting the drinks and a wrapped pastry up onto the counter before the two of you. "Cause I had a lot of fun..."

Sukuna let out that deep chuckle from his chest while handing his card to her for payment, and then picking up your drink to hand it off to you.

Reaching for your drink, your hand was a little shaky to hold onto it confidently, so you used both hands quickly to keep it secure. Inhaling the scent from the opening of the lid, it smelled similar to what he had given you yesterday. You really did like it, a lot. But you didn't recall saying any of that to him...did he just assume it and reorder it for you?

"Ah, well...I already told you, doll..." he gave a bit of an irritated sigh while taking his card back and putting it back into his wallet. "...it was a one time thing."

Before she could say anything else he picked up his drink and the pastry and turned to you, gesturing to walk. Looking up at him, aggravation was clear on his face, and you weren't sure if that made you feel better or not...  He handed the wrapped pastry to you and you swallowed tightly while taking it, your mouth already watering at the idea of consuming it. It didn't matter if he bought you a small pastry and coffee or dresses that were insanely expensive, you felt thankful.

"Guess she's not worth a second date huh?" The words slipped out of your mouth in a sort of laugh before you could even think about them, and it felt like your stomach came up to your throat. Why even say such things??

His humored chuckle in return eased your embarrassment briefly as he looked down to your heated face while taking a drink of his coffee. You gave him a timid smile, worried you were out of place for even saying anything, but his free hand came to your chin gently, touching underneath it softly. "I don't usually prefer it..."

He said nothing more and you didn't either, feeling too nervous to say anything else, but too curious as to what he meant by he didn't usually prefer second dates... You felt a bit embarrassed walking into the office with him, wondering if anyone knew that you went home with him last night, as it felt really inappropriate...

Even if anyone knew, no one could really say that they cared. It wasn't their business, and they all knew Sukuna didn't appreciate anyone prying into his personal affairs. He did well for his employees, paying higher than most others in this practice, offered appreciation events constantly, and thanked his employees personally for certain clients that they were able to get investments from. He treated them well, but expected just as much respect in return. If this couldn't be handled, they would be fired, as he didn't tolerate much.

He had you follow him to his office again like the day prior, and your first thoughts were of the events from yesterday morning, but, this was Boss Sukuna right now... You sat across from him, and he turned to his computer briefly before moving the screen of it towards you. "Remember the meetings yesterday? You'll find any updates about them here. Sometimes there are no comments, and don't worry about that right now. But, you'll want to look for the ones with any feedback, as those are important."

He explained how usually there will be opportunities to have a repeat meeting if needed, to clarify more information or concerns, or if the meeting wasn't successful at all. Sometimes no comments were good, as it meant nothing good nor bad was happening. You took your notes, you asked anything you needed to, and you stayed focused as he was. It was still hard to believe you were writing on the desk that he bent you over yesterday morning...

You had considered making a joke about it, but since he never seemed to mention it, you remained quiet...

The entirety of the day went by with Sukuna in his Boss mood, teaching you how he wants specific things handled or filed away properly, and his typical schedule for the day. It would also be your job to keep him on time or prepared for the various tasks throughout the day if necessary.

If he needed to be in a meeting by 11 am, you needed to make sure the conference room was ready to go with any files at the table, and you needed to make sure he was prepared and ready to attend it despite what else is going on. Of course he never planned on being late to anything, but in the event he was distracted with another business matter, you needed to be there and keep him on track. And if he was unable to walk away from whatever it was, you needed to take over in any way that you could.

He certainly wasn't as flirty today as he was yesterday, and it made you a bit concerned, wondering if you had done something wrong. You didn't let the expressions form on your face, and you made sure to continue to pay attention to his rules and expectations.

Hopefully everything he had said the night prior was true...he just started enjoying himself with you, and you weren't useless to him. Though no matter how many times you tried to reassure yourself he was just busy and working seriously for the day, your mind kept encouraging the worst ideas possible. Tuesday, 10:17 AM

Unfortunately, it kept you distracted and with a foggy mind, so much so that it took a slightly angered tone from Sukuna calling your name to get your attention as you sat across from him in the conference room. It was easy to see the awareness come back to  your face in an instant as you got chills, realizing you had completely spaced out, not even remembering coming into the conference room.  Your heart beat rapidly and you felt short of breath, quickly glancing around only to be relieved that no one else but the two of you were in here.

"I-I'm sorry!" you laughed lightly while offering a small smile as you looked back to him. "I just zoned out I guess and-"

"That wont be tolerable..."

Feeling your breath seize in your throat, your head dropped in an instant bow of respect and apology as you stared down at the table, feeling your skin shake with nerves and dread from hearing the disapproval in his voice. He's still your boss...you still had a job to do...you needed to get your shit together and stop stressing over things. Things you promised yourself to not get attached to or worry about!

Only day two, and you felt like you were fucking all of this up suddenly...

Well you and Sukuna certainly got to have a lot of fun in this chapter!😘 But who is complaining?? Hopefully he isn't too irritated though with you right now... For whatever reason he's been only serious while at work but why is that??

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DAYDREAMING!AU || a little petty

request: okay but can we perhaps see yuuta getting protective of DDR….. and maybe him saying something along the lines of ‘leave my girlfriend alone’…..

please? for a treat?

note: honestly, you know my weakness for my babies >< whenever i get to write for my husband Yuta, there is no way I can avoid that faith lmao. 

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

If there was one thing that Yuta prides himself of, it is his patience. 

From the moment he had entered the college, he had been taught that the patient person always gets the outcome that they want at the end. And from the most part, he likes to think that he does take that advice to heart and try to be the best version of himself that he possibly can be. However, everything has a limit. 

And the longer he stared from where he was seated, grip tight around his glass of iced juice, he was starting to think that he was going to find his limit today. 

It all started with a message - Yuta was quietly washing up from the lunch that Y/N had made them when he heard the sound of familiar footsteps running towards him; warm giggles filling the air of the communal kitchen. Just hearing those giggles had Yuta chuckling as he turns off the faucet, wiping his hands dry with a towel just as he turns to catch the giggling girl in his arms. “What got you all excited like this?”

Yuta’s amused question was answered with another fit of giggles before Y/N pulls her face away from his chest, holding her phone screen to the taller male before him. “Remember Hatori? Him, Riku and I are classmates when we were younger, and Riku keeps in contact with our middle school classmates,” Y/N explained whilst Yuta thought back to the couple he had met a few times - Hatori and his boyfriend, Riku had grilled him the moment they found out that he was dating Y/N. But it was all done out of love for her, and soon the three men became good friends; Yuta playing video games with Toge and Riku, and share a few texts with Hatori about new anime merch and where to get them. “What about it?”

“They are having a get together for everyone who is in middle school!,” Y/N replied excitedly as she shakes her phone before his face, to which Yuta just chuckles before he carefully catches her wrist with one hand to stop her shaking. Squinting at the screen a little, he read over the simple message that Riku had sent to a group chat that the three of them are in; humming quietly at the link to register for the event. “I guess you wanna go?”

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