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

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??

Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated!!

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(I seriously hope I didn't forget anyone. ;--; )

jjk men + tities

all characters aged up!

satoru gojo- likes biting. laughs if you wince. spends a lot of time just sucking on your titties, often falls asleep to it.

suguru geto- likes pinching. also likes flicking the nipple, twsting and pinching it. more of a finger guy then a mouth guy.

nanami kento- offers to massage your boobs and sometimes squeezes it roughly but then soothes it after. he has gropey hands *thumbs up*

toji fushiguro- this man is dirty. likes sucking on your titties with your top on and bites too. all to rile you up and leave you with your hands tied behind your back

itadori yuuji- likes peppering kisses all over it and giggles. likes to softly caress it and lay his head on it

megumi fushiguro- like to see boobs jiggle and recoil. he likes it bouncy and flicks it up and down with his finger

inumaki toge- likes licking it. his technique makes everything a lot more magical and it feels something akin to an electric shock, although pleasurable.

yuta okkotsu- another biter. but kisses it tpp. like bite-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-BITE-laugh-kiss, like that

noritoshi kamo- likes to mark you as his so leaves loads of hickeys, especially on the titty. bites and draws blood so that he can control you with his technique

choso kamo- likes to kiss it. and kitten licks all over it. sometimes just buries his face and goes to sleep

Hi! I saw that your requests are open so can I ask for a childhood friends to lovers with yuuta okkotsu (sfw please!)

Just some fluffs of them (like, showering him in attention) or maybe some pda (cause this boy deserves the world and I want to show off how much I love him) can the settings be them in 2nd years? Bc i would love to have the 1st year trio in there. Thank you !!! <33

Requests: Open (Please tell me if you want a HC or a Fic, or you will be skipped)

Warnings: None

Contains spoilers for JJK Manga 0 and Shibuya Arc (one line)

Yuuta Childhood Friends to Lovers

- In your early years the two of you had simply gone to the same elementary school and just so happened to have lived just a few houses down from each other.

- It wasn't odd for him to wake up on weekends to you screaming outside his home, calling out that he should join you to go play in the park or to come play out in the snow.

- He'd try and ignore you for a few minutes, that is, until his little sister would come running down the hallway and slam his door open demanding he go outside to shut you up.

- You were also there when he met Rika. You teased him constantly about his and her crushes towards each other and even demanded you play a part in their future wedding which never ended up happening.

- When Rika was gone, you were there for him as he mourned, at least, you were there until he just stopped coming out of his house.

- Ti The two of you ended up going to separate middle schools and your cries on the weekend for him to join you outside steadily died. Out of curiosity after a night of not being able to sleep, he peered outside his window, spotting you walking by his house.

- You simply stared up at the home you used to frequently visit before adjusting your bag over your shoulders and heading off to complete whatever tasks you had planned to do that day.

- He didn't see you again till his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'd already moved into your dorm but you had been bringing in your last bit of stuff when you bumped into him.

- Gojo just watched as the two of you awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes before you darted away, an apology dripping from your lips.

- Things are honestly awkward between the two of you the first few weeks, to which his classmates blatantly point out.

- It isn't till the incident with Getou, and Rika the two of you really start to connect again.

- Conversations in classrooms from earlier that day were quickly picked up in your room after he had slipped in after-hours. Sure the two of you could have waited and kept talking the next day, but the vibe in your room of being in there after hours, his head on your thighs as you play with his hair while you two talk just hits different.

- Instead of simply leaning over to whisper in your ear either you grab his hand and gently pull him towards your lips to whisper or his arm ends up snaked around your shoulders to bring you close, his lips tickling your ear as he fills it with an inside joke or a secret.

- As amusing as it is for your classmates to watch the two of you dance around your feelings for each other, they lowkey get annoyed at some point.

- They convince Gojo to set up a fake mission, lying that he needs to meet you two at a cafe to discuss the details for some reason. Instead, it just ends up with you two being there by yourselves, basically ignoring the fact that your teacher never showed up as the two of you talk.

- Instead of returning back to school the two of you indulge in the day, going to see a movie together and grabbing a bite to eat.

- As the two of you go your separate ways when you arrive back at school, within the hour Yuuta is in your room, snuggled up to your side as you pepper kisses along his face. A silent agreement that after that day the two of you officially crossed the friends line, and into new territory.

- Your friends thought that once the two of you got together everything would be okay. No, the two of you worsen.

- Originally thought that the two of you would be the type that would take forever just to hold hands or kiss. No, you two are the type to always be on each other.

- You're always holding hands. Your friends wanted to try an experiment to see if someone came to walk between the two of you if you'd separate. Panda was the one who volunteered.

- You two were simply walking down one of the schools many paths, enjoying the fall weather when you came across Panda. The three of you stopped, giving each other a greeting before silence fell between you.

- He kinda makes a motion that he wants to get by, and expects the two of you to separate. However, Yuuta simply leads you off to the side, you leaning into his side lovingly at the two of you watch Panda walk away.

- Your friends cringe but aren't surprised.

- If anyone needs Yuuta for anything they know not to check his room, because he's always in yours.

- He has definitely opened your room door wearing a facemask and lil bear ear headband to keep his hair out of his face while the mask dries. Gojo just stares at him for a moment before taking multiple pictures.

- When he has to prepare to leave for Africa he gets the two of you those types of bracelets that can connect with each other when you hold hands.

- When he leaves for Africa you're not as heartbroken as you thought you'd be. Both send texts throughout your days and try to facetime at least once a week.

- When the new first years come along Nobara literally glares whenever it's girls' night and your phone goes off. Maki has gotten used to your blushing face and love a sick smile as you respond to your boyfriend.

- Nobara gets curious as to what your boyfriend looks like, and when you show her a picture of Yuuta she just comments that he's cute. However, when she's alone with Maki afterward, looks at her senior and states he looks like the walking dead.

- Itadori is honestly excited to meet him

- Shibuya happens and that excitement turns to fear after he meets him

- When the two of you are reunited you can't help but run your fingers through his longer hair when you kiss. Everyone is cringing.

- You're both holding hands all the time so your bracelets are connected constantly.

- Both of you are each others wallpaper on your phones. Your's is a picture of Yuuta getting yeeted by Panda in midair during training, meanwhile, his a picture of you sleeping with a facemask on, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.

- Literally a contest between the two of you of who can get the most cringy pics of their S/O.

just wondering if you’d think yuuta would be jealous of the first years getting too comfy with s/o like maybe one time s/o called out “yuu” both yuuji & yuuta respond & they’re like 👁👄👁

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀.

you’re sweet, it’s yuuta’s favorite thing about you—a little too sweet at times, but it’s lovable all the same. and yuuta has grown some, he’s not as much of the timid young boy as he used to be. fighting curses and seeing the things he has and training as vigorously as he does is enough to toughen anyone up, and he’s no exception. but still, he’s always remained your kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta deep down.

and then there’s yuji. yuji is too perfect for his own good. he’s too easy to befriend, too easy to trust, too easy to grow fond of, and too easy to love.

he’s kind, sweet, sensitive, and magnetic. now that’s a deadly combination if he’s ever seen one, and if the way your eyes brighten when you see yuji is anything to base it off of, yuuta would say you think so too.

“yuu,” you call out, a small grin on your face as you approach yuuta and the pink-haired boy beside him, and when both of their heads snap to your direction, yuuta can’t help but feel his stomach churn. “oh,” you pause, blinking for a moment before giggling, “i meant him,” you point to yuuta.

he’s a tad bit relieved that it’s him you’re looking for, or he thinks the churning in his stomach would be infinitely worse. but then yuji smiles bashfully, looks down and lets out a nervous chuckle as he blushes, and then yuuta’s fists clench just a little.

yuji seems rather fond of you, fond enough that it makes yuuta’s heart plummet—and truth be told, it also makes his blood boil just a little.

“oops,” his younger classmate huffs out a soft laugh, “guess i got ahead of myself there,” he murmurs.

“aww, yuji,” you tease, and much to yuuta’s horror, you’re reaching over to pinch itadori’s cheek, and he’s left to wonder—when had you gotten so comfortable that causal touches were a part of the norm? “if you want a nickname you can just say so.”

“that’s not what i meant,” itadori mumbles shyly. “i just…you know…yuji? yuu? i thought it was for me for a second there.”

“it was for yuuta. for me,” yuuta cuts in, and he has to dig his nails into his palm as he clenches his fists, watching you smile gently to itadori. it’s okay, your expression reads, almost like you’re reassuring the boy—but it’s not okay.

your yuu is him—yuuta. not yuji. you’re here for him, to see him, to smile at him and grab his hand and tug him along as he follows. but you’re staring at itadori fondly, and it’s starting to hurt just a little.

“well we can’t both be yuu,” itadori laughs good-naturedly, and if he wasn’t such a gentle soul, yuuta wonders if he’d hate the boy. but there’s no hating itadori yuji—he’s much too good deep in his soul to be hated. “i’ll leave you two alone then,” he hums, patting your head with a happy smile before he’s off.

the touch isn’t even to him, but yuuta feels his skin burn, prickling at every inch as his heart drops.

you turn to him, beaming as your arms nestle their way around his neck, and even if not enough, there’s still some comfort in the action.

“hi baby,” you murmur, pressing a soft peck to his jaw, “i was looking for you.”

and this is silly—this is small, and not that big of a deal, and not even your fault, but yuuta can’t help the doubts that slowly plague his mind. he can’t fight the voices that hunch over his back and whisper into his ear, drowning out the sound of your voice before you can make it all better.

“me?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that almost says he doesn’t believe you. your brows furrow just a little, your hand sliding to cup his cheek and tilt his face to look at you better.

“yes you, silly,” you huff out a small laugh, “who else?”

yuuta wants to mutter that evidently, it could seem like a certain someone, but he doesn’t have the heart to ever be grouchy with you. so he swallows his insecurities, tries to bury them in the deepest of crevices in his mind so they won’t be dug up again—but it’s like he’s digging into concrete, and the ground is too tough, just won’t break to let him shove his feelings down.

“no one,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

and if you decided one day that itadori yuji was the boy of your dreams, that he was the one who could paint your skies and hang the stars just how you’d like them, yuuta doesn’t think he’d be surprised. if itadori is a swirl of vivid shades, colors that could brighten your world and bring you to life—yuuta thinks he pales in comparison, dim hues muddled together that could never show you the world through scenery as breathtaking.

but then your thumb trails over his cheek, tracing the soft curve of his face before hooking under his chin and pulling his face a little closer. he settles for looking at your lips, not yet ready to meet your gaze.

“what’s wrong, baby? what’s got you so down, hmm?” your voice is concerned, a soft breath that rolls off your tongue and soothes over the aches, placating them so easily—but he’s left to wonder: how long?

how long can you keep up the facade that he’s enough for you to happily crave more and more of? how long can you keep looking him in the eyes and getting lost in their depths? how long before enough is simply not enough any longer?

he doesn’t voice his concerns. “nothing,” he shrugs instead. “what are you—”

“don’t say nothing,” you sigh quietly, and by now, your hand has wandered past his shoulder to bury into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently as you twirl the strands of dark locks around your fingers. “it can’t be nothing, you know. no one knows you better than me,” you say with a sense of pride in your voice.

there’s a small bit of hope in that—a small part of him that revels in the victory of knowing you’re prideful that you see past him and catch glimpses no one else can. so he lets himself be vulnerable with you—because even with his doubts, he’s still you’re kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta.

“just…didn’t know you and itadori knew each other so well,” he finally mumbles. it’s silent for a moment, and yuuta starts to accept that maybe you’re going to say what he knows is inevitably coming after all.

anyone would love to know itadori yuji like that—why should you be an exception?

yuuta wishes it was before he fell so hopelessly for you, wishes it was before the sound of your laugh was a melody he knew by heart—it’d hurt less, it wouldn’t make his lip wobble the way it’s wobbling right now.

“oh, baby,” you chuckle, cupping his face with both your hands, squeezing them together as you pull his forehead to yours, “you don’t have to be jealous. he’s just yuji.”

you offer him a sweet smile and eyes full of light, and he offers you a teary-eyed tilt of his head in confusion.

“but—”

“but you’re yuuta. you’re my yuu,” you whisper against his mouth, breath fanning over his skin before you press a delicate peck onto his lips. it’s short, a little too quick for his liking, but it makes him shiver nonetheless. “and i love you, my pretty boy.”

one more peck to his lip, then two, and then you’re kissing him deeply, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your hips before your arms wrap around his neck once more. he pulls you closer on instinct, and even if yuuta sees himself a muddle of colors, he feels bright hues seep through your lips and color him new—and it’s enough.

he thinks it’s enough, even if just for now.

“you were looking for me?” he asks breathlessly one more time as he pulls away, just to be sure. you watch as his eyes lighten a shade as you nod, smiling when his arms wrap impossibly tighter around you.

“of course, i was,” you press a kiss to his jaw, “who else?”

your honor he is my sugarplum baby boy

anonymous requested: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yuuta Okkotsu where he has an s/o who’s very attractive and all the others students are like baffled on how a guy like yuuta managed to get with a person like them *Cue the first and second year students with surprised pikachu faces

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 1492 words; fluff; disbelief at the fact that yuuta snagged you somehow

⤏ notes: bringing the other characters in to interact is always something :D this one has more intro to the beginning but i wanted to write the others, too

Maki is the first to greet you at the front of the school. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone. After all, would even show up to this secluded place in the mountains? It wasn’t everyday they’d have someone come in and at most it would be some representatives coming for her teacher. 

But this person was clearly not one of those reps, if it wasn’t enough for the fact that you looked closer to her age than the old geezers Gojo would complain about. Your greeting was nice enough if a little nervous from the way you looked at her up and down. Though, she couldn’t deny that she gave the same once over to you. Her eyes nearly budged out of her sockets in surprise before she spit out a hello and who are you. 

“Oh, I’m looking for someone.” You say casually, not missing the way her eyes narrow. It was intimidating because her expression was sort of calculative. Maki was just thinking to herself who it could have been. She hums in acknowledgement, sensing the waves of cursed energy coming off of you to deem you safe to expose to what was behind her. 

She wanted a simple walk around campus but now, she supposes, she’s bringing in a visitor. 

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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