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Nobara instantly gravitates towards Yuuji. Perhaps Saori wasn't the only exception in this cruel world (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch1

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Nobara knows how cruel people can be so when she moves to the city she toughens up. It’s the only way she knows how to protect herself and she wants to last long enough to meet Saori again

On the first day of classes, she makes sure to straighten up and look everyone firmly in the eye, daring them to think that just because she’s from the country she can’t hold her own. She can see some people whisper, the sneers and frowns on their faces as they look her up and down, deciding she’s already not worth their time - really they’re all the same no matter where she goes and she sends them her own sneer in return. The teacher is droning on about how they should make her feel welcome, to be nice classmates, but Nobara doesn’t need any of them. She’s survived alone for so long, she’s sure to be able to continue taking care of herself

She sends them that message, she’s perfected a look to keep people at a distance and she’s sure it will work wonders here. She’s not here to make friends, she’s here to find Saori

But as she makes her way across the classroom, something catches her eye, or rather two someones in the back, twins, one of them, a guy, is sitting in the corner, his expression bored, like he could be doing something else, be anywhere else. She’s sure he hasn’t even glanced to the front and she has a sneaking suspicion he’s not even paying attention to the teacher. He’s got dyed pink hair with multiple piercings on his right ear, she can also see a few tattoos peeking from his clothes and she instantly thinks troublemaker, thug.

But his expression isn’t all that unfriendly. She frowns at the slight contradiction. She’s seen the faces of dangerous men and women and his expression looks more like indifference. She feels like crossing her arms and glaring, what is he even doing here then?

But what really catches Nobara’s eye is the girl next to him. She also has short pink hair and Nobara catches a glint on her right ear, not as many piercings as her counterpart but still more than your typical person. They could be identical and Nobara squints her eyes in suspicion, wondering if maybe the near-identical hairstyle was some sort of dare or some form of brocon. No matter, it’s not her business how others choose to express themselves but the girl is staring straight at her, stars in her eyes, a huge sloppy grin on her face

If the guy hadn’t even given her a glance, then this girl hadn’t taken her eyes off of Nobara since she’d been introduced. Nobara clenches her jaw and stares back at those chestnut, almost red eyes. She feels like she’s suspended in time for a moment and she only blinks when the teacher tells her to sit in the back next to “Itadori Yuuji”. “Itadori Yuuji” raises her hand and waves, as if Nobara hadn’t just been staring at her, as if they hadn’t just been…Nobara’s not really sure but…sharing a moment?

She marches to her new seat, her back still straight and she feels irritated at the giggles that follow her. She dares them to try anything

Yuuji smiles at her and introduces herself and her older twin - but only by a few minutes, he got lucky, it could have easily been her that was the older twin! - Sukuna.

Nobara hears Sukuna scoff but that’s all he does before promptly ignoring the two. Yuuji explains that Sukuna is like that, mostly antisocial. She also tells Nobara of the guy that usually sits in front of Sukuna (but who is absent today), someone named Fushiguro. Nobara doesn’t really care but the way Yuuji talks about him, she understands this Fushiguro is one of her best friends. The teacher calls order and Yuuji whispers, “Let’s have lunch together.”

Nobara wonders if not everyone is as cruel as she believed. Or rather, perhaps Yuuji is another exception.

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A/N:

Oop! I watched JJK and while half asleep this happened. It's an idea I'm working on and I'd like to write it a bit better and into a oneshot but figured I'd drop my thoughts to help clear the clutter. It's kind of Nobara instantly gravitating towards Yuuji, is this maybe a crush why can't I stop looking and caring?! Only for her to get her heart broken because SukuIta. Yes, this is problematic ship content

It's in times like these that she misses Saori the most. She's sure Saori would listen to her woes and give her advice (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch2

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It's the simple things that get to Nobara, like the touching, always the touching. How they'll be sitting together and then Yuuji will start tracing patterns on her hand, she's usually not sure what they are (if they are anything) but a couple of times she's recognized roses. They curl around her fingers, go up her hand, and sometimes tease her wrists. She wishes she'd worn the short-sleeved uniform on those days, to see if the patterns would continue, how high they would go

Or the times when everyone will be sitting together for lunch, even Sukuna joins them sometimes, although Nobara isn't sure what for. More often than not, he'll just be dozing off or, it makes Nobara's blood boil, arguing with Yuuji. She supposes that this is a quality of siblings, of people that are close enough to show each other their ugly sides and sometimes she wonders if that's what makes her angry. That it's only in these moments that she can see a Yuuji with bright red cheeks, her eyes bright with indignation or tears or both, the way her voice can go rougher or high pitched. The way a well-aimed kick will be caught and, she notices, always notices, how lightly Sukuna will hold Yuuji's ankle

It makes her angry that Yuuji will only smile at her

She doesn’t want to hurt Yuuji with callous words like Sukuna does but a part of her, something dark and wretched, wishes that maybe she would. She wonders what kind of expression Yuuji would make, if she’d continue to draw patterns on her skin, if she’d allow Nobara to mark her as well, how far would she let her go? But Nobara is afraid to see those tears, afraid to lose someone else, so she bites her tongue and lets Sukuna do as he pleases because, at the end of it all, it’s Nobara that Yuuji chooses. Nobara has seen the annoyance that will mar Sukuna's expression before he fixes his features into indifference.

She's seen his glances when Yuuji touches her more than usual, their arms touching, their thighs, and sometimes, when Yuuji wants to be extra clingy, Nobara will be able to feel the whole of her body against her, those muscled but thin arms of hers going around her neck, her waist. Sometimes they'll walk arm in arm and she thinks that this is what true happiness is like. There’s no reason for her to want more and yet she yearns, yearns to taste those thin lips, cup that defined jaw, run her fingers across that toned back as their breasts touch. Which kind of sounds would escape Yuuji as Nobara brought her to completion?

It's in times like these that she misses Saori the most. She's sure Saori would listen to her woes and give her advice, laugh with her as she describes Sukuna's attempts at not caring, congratulate her on another win. Fushiguro, she's learned, is a good listener but he always gives her a look when she talks about Itadori. She wants to ask what he's trying to convey, ready to argue and defend her feelings and Yuuji's obvious interest, but every time she's about to, the tiny part of her, the one that always hesitates, the one she usually ignores, implores her to stop, don't dig, you won't like it

It's only in these moments when she listens

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A/N:

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a sukufemita coming soon - to be nsfw

it was going to be a soft sukuna x cisfem itadori story but then it got really horny and pain/pleasure OOPS. will be posted on ao3 soon? here’s part of the draft so far

Update: Now complete!!

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

Of Pain and Pleasure

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Yuuji’s pain tolerance isn’t the worst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes yes yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes yes more please

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

He only chuckled into her ear, patience

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready?

Mhm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cleanup was a bitch

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

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

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

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

Sukuna only feigned indifference, yeah yeah

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

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OMAKE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N:

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

The prompt is genderswap

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

Been thinking about female Yuuji a lot recentlly

And then I started thinking about SukuIta that work at a cafe on different shifts and Yuuji is so cute and friendly she gets hit on often and Sukuna 1) hears about it but also 2) gets hit on when customers think she's him from behind the counter (they see pink and think Yuuji!!) And OF COURSE Sukuna gets upset but he doesn't really do anything at first, he's like whatever, Yuuji is his but then he hears that some people are getting bolder, touching Yuuji's hand when they get their drinks, asking for her number, requesting her specifically to get their stuff, it's busiest when she's there, so he starts staking his claim

To be written?!?! For the trope Fest Bingo, I'm pretty sure cafe AU is somewhere?! Oh man ideas

Megumi met the Itadori twins when they were children (SukuIta Twins)

In My Eyes, Ch3

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Megumi met the Itadori twins when they were children

He'd never met twins before so he'd been fascinated by the two that shared a nearly identical face but that were so different in personality. A personality that has continued to develop in ways he never expected and yet, he can also say they haven't changed at all

The Yuuji of his youth had been full of smiles and curiosity but was also afraid of many things. Things that Sukuna would often torment her with, which meant his easy entry into their bubble. Yuuji had been taller than both Sukuna and him at the time (even though Sukuna vehemently denied this, claiming that as twins they were the same height), which, according to Tsumiki, painted a hilarious picture since Yuuji would often hide behind him when Sukuna would bully her. He recalls often getting into arguments with Sukuna because of his treatment towards Yuuji and one time they'd even fought seriously enough where Grandpa Itadori had to interfere. He remembers Tsumiki scolding him and Yuuji's indecision on who to help out

When they were eight, Megumi and Yuuji shared a kiss, which left him very confused. He knew he liked Yuuji but did that mean he also liked Sukuna? He knew they were different people but they also looked so much alike (even as children, Yuuji and Sukuna shared the same hairstyle), and regardless of the fighting he and Sukuna sometimes got into, Sukuna was also his friend, and if Sukuna had been the one to ask about kissing...Megumi remembers sometimes thinking back to those times as a teen and wondering if he would have agreed to try it out with him instead

After all, Sukuna had his kind side. A side he didn't show often anymore but that was and is still primarily aimed towards Yuuji

When they were in middle school, the Itadori family moved away. He wasn't sure why or to where. They were just there one day and the next, gone. His own family was slowly crumbling as well, which is probably why he quickly moved them out of mind. Tsumiki was sick, his father had disappeared, and his mother...well, she hadn't been in the picture for so long. He had no time to think about friends who didn't think it important to tell him they were leaving

They were finally reunited in high school, but so many things had changed by then.

The first thing he noticed was that Yuuji was no longer the tallest, which he knew would be the case if they ever met again. Instead, she'd become the shortest of the three. She was still tall for a girl, measuring 5'7" (if he believed her) but Sukuna was clearly taller by a few inches, and Megumi, who had been the smallest as children, had finally grown into his father's genes and gained inches off the both of them. He'd seen the stars in Yuuji's eyes as she appraised his height, exclaiming that he was most definitely going to be the lady killer of their year. Yuuji and Sukuna also looked...different. Yuuji had let her hair grow out and wore it in a tail, meanwhile, Sukuna had his trademark unruly but short hair. Yuuji had grown into her curves, which Megumi hadn't been able to ignore, and Sukuna had become broader and fit. They really looked more like the fraternal twins they actually were

He also learned that Grandpa Itadori had passed away that year, which was part of the reason they were finally able to return to the city

Megumi never fancied himself a good person so the relief he felt when hearing this didn't guilt him. Yes, it was sad that Grandpa Itadori had died, but, as he'd heard it, it was naturally his time and he had gained his friends in return. He was glad of that.

It was soon after their reunion that Megumi began to notice the twin's closeness. They hadn't even been in classes for a month when the two came to school with new looks. Many people whispered, finding the pink and short hair on both of them funny, some of them thought it was weird, and a few, not so very quietly voiced their disdain. Sukuna was quick to shut those few up with a single look

The piercings came soon after and Megumi wonders if maybe the tattoos had already been there, or if they were also later additions.

He wondered if perhaps Yuuji had any hidden ink on her skin. Nothing was visible even when she'd wear the summer uniform, but he couldn't help but let his thoughts stray. Sukuna's were primarily hidden and Megumi briefly wondered if anyone aside from him and Yuuji knew the patterns on his skin (and really, the only reason he knew was because Yuuji had pulled up Sukuna's shirt when they had lunch on the roof one day, he'd noticed how she'd run her fingers along some of the marks while talking to him, how they knew their way around without her gaze, the way Sukuna had watched her, a frown on his face but his look intent)

Megumi wonders when it started and if the reason he was able to follow everything was because he was always watching Yuuji, or if it was because he was always watching Sukuna. It seemed like the two were one and the same

The touches were subtle and it helped that Sukuna was publicly indifferent, but Megumi had seen Sukuna while growing up. He knew Sukuna was always aware, always looking, which is probably why Megumi and he always found each other staring. Silently communicating, but Megumi didn't need any warnings. He knew and somehow it made sense

The way Yuuji would always sit next to Sukuna, close enough to touch, and when it wasn't possible, her gaze would constantly look for him. The way Sukuna would place his hand on her back then move it towards her waist slowly, like a caress, right before pushing her away. How their fingers would land on patches of bare skin, her thighs, his stomach, her ankle, his neck. Everything done so quickly that unless you were paying attention, the touches could be missed. The mumbling with that smile and shifting eyes, the conspiratorial smirks. Or how Yuuji would always try to include Sukuna into conversations even though she knew he would just ignore her attempts, unless he was feeling particularly playful. In those moments, Megumi could see the twins of his childhood

But these were all just conjectures to something he didn't dare touch

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A/N:

Oops, I kind of forgot this existed! Sorry about the LONG delay, I still kind of remember where I was going with this (smut, lol!) but after writing this chapter, idk, I’m getting ideas. I think I want to write a chapter in Yuuji’s POV, lmk what you think! On here or on ao3 comments section

“I thought you were feeling sick, this will only make it worse, just go to sleep.” But she doesn’t want to sleep (SukuIta Twins, nsfw)

Period Pains

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If anyone were to ask Yuuji if she had a high pain tolerance she would roll her eyes and respond with a resounding Duh, having a delinquent brother who doesn’t give two cents about her getting punched in the face means she’s built up a tolerance. Not that she gets punched in the face all that often but it has happened once or twice, well, maybe twice or thrice

Which is why she doesn’t understand why she always feels like crying when her period comes around. It’s not even that painful and yet she always has trouble keeping straight at the worst of moments and one time she couldn’t even get out of bed

She’s on her third day, which means she’s not bleeding as much but that’s probably only because her body is busy tearing away at her insides for stuff to expel. She pulls up her underwear, flushes the toilet, and cleans up before slowly heading to the bed where Sukuna is laying, his tattooed skin on display, his lips turned down into a frown

It’s a slow process but she lays next to him and rests her head on his chest, wincing and curling into herself at intervals before semi-relaxing. Sukuna just runs his fingers along her back until the sharp pains recede

That’s how it usually is. The pains come and go but even when they go, there’s a soreness that stays

She runs her hands up Sukuna’s chest then back down towards his stomach, going further down and slower after each swipe. On the third stroke, her fingers brush one of his nipples and then goes down, touches the top of his waistband, rubs at the little hairs, pulls teasingly. She circles around his stomach before descending once more, this time touching his (she’s happy to note) half-erect dick

Sukuna grabs her hand and places it up on his pec. She can hear the worry in his voice, “I thought you were feeling sick, this will only make it worse, just go to sleep.”

But she doesn’t want to sleep. There’s a hollowness she feels, a need to feel him closer, as close as they can be and she whispers into his chest, “I want to have sex.”

She winces a bit but pulls her leg over his, straddling his leg, all while pressing kisses to any patch of skin she can reach without actually hovering over him. She’s too tired for that, she wants him and his weight over her. She bites around his nipple before taking it into her mouth, her teeth scraping it, her hips slowly thrusting against his leg, the quiet sound of the bed moving and her pad rustling lulling her. She leaves his nipple to move upward, makes sure to drag her lips and mouths at his collarbone, biting and sucking

He finally lets go of her hand and trembles at her attention, sighs escaping his lips. He pulls her leg up higher, turns slightly into her, and rubs against her thigh. Yuuji feels her nipples tighten in arousal but she’s not entirely sure if the dampness she feels between her thighs is her getting wet or her bleeding. Perhaps it’s a bit of both

He moves his face to bury into her neck, placing a soft kiss onto her skin, “Are you sure?”

She doesn’t say anything, just nods, and guides Sukuna’s hand to pull off her underwear. She briefly worries about staining the sheets but the thought disappears when Sukuna lays her on her back and places his body over hers, his weight a welcome comfort. She places her arms around his neck, needing to feel close, to hug him. He’s nestled between her legs and she feels a burn at her center, “Kiss me.”

Sukuna complies, his lips tender on hers, chaste even, until she whines for something deeper. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his breath, his tongue, his lips in her mouth, but also trying to focus. The pain is returning and suddenly she feels like pushing Sukuna away, of closing her legs and just crawling into a ball under the covers. She feels like crying. She resists the urge but breaks their contact, needing to breathe, to swallow the feeling away

She moves to take Sukuna in hand, pumps him a few times, feels the dampness on her hand, moans at the feeling of his desire. She loves pleasuring him, loves the things he can do to her. He pulls away from her embrace but not before kissing her cheek. He’s even more impressive sitting up and she watches, entranced, as he puts on a condom. When he moves his hands towards her core she stops him, shaking her head, “No, just put it in, it’s okay.”

He watches her carefully and she can tell he knows she’s not okay. She smiles, “Please.”

He frowns but complies. He lines up at her entrance, both his hands holding her hips softly but firmly, and she swallows, unconsciously holding her breath. He’s only touched her folds, parted them by millimeters she’s sure, when she feels the discomfort. She whines and can no longer keep a smile. Sukuna stops, watching her closely and she takes in a deep breath, wincing, “Please, don’t stop.” Her voice has gone tearful

He moves slowly into her, lets her breath, brushes her hips with tenderness he only shows in moments like this, and by the time he’s fully inside, she’s crying. She’s surprised and grateful he’s still erect

They don’t move for what feels like an eternity. An eternity where Sukuna moves closer, cleans off her tears, whispers into her ear to breath, to take her time, it’s okay, let’s take it slow, how are you feeling? You’re so beautiful, do you want another kiss?

She makes a noise and he’s kissing her again

Her legs feel like lead and the discomfort is in her throat again, but she doesn’t want to stop. He’s filled her just right and as he slowly moves into her again and again, she feels the hollowness leave her

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OMAKE

Yuuji opens her eyes slowly, slightly disoriented. She’s not sure how or when she went back to sleep but she’s on her side again, her underwear back on, and, she notices, the sheets changed. She looks down at the body she is holding, Sukuna’s head nestled into her chest, his arms loosely around her waist. She smiles, tightening her hold slightly, and whispers, “I love you.”

Sukuna grunts and mumbles, “G’da sleep ‘ji.”

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A/N:

do you guys remember my other story "of pain and pleasure"? yes well, this is where that one sprouted from! this was the idea i had originally and it finally got written, it's very different to what i usually write so uhm, enjoy? let me know what you think?

p.s. i didn't really think about the setting since that wasn't my priority for this but i did imagine the two of them aged up and living together

reverse bang collab with LonleyWriterOop: 'This look' ends up being her flushed face, made more obvious by her pink hair. Her eyes are a mess, moving between her reflection and Nobara's face, and Yuuji can see how she melts. She looks like - "A begging puppy," Nobara says.

An Interview Away From True Pleasure

tags: ot3, maki x noba x ita, slight age difference, past yuuji x others, ends with nsfw scene (etc.)

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Q. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕? 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒊

Yuuji hasn’t always known what she wanted to be when she “grows up” because what did that even mean? When was someone already “grown up”?

Was it when she was in second grade and had to watch her parents get buried, her only support being the wrinkled hand of her grandfather who had stood tall and refused to let any tears shed in front of anyone? When he’d taken her inside the house and explained that his “unreliable son” would no longer be back and that now it was just the two of them. She’d cried when he’d pulled her close and apologized for “my stupid son, he couldn’t even keep his promise, what am I going to do with you at this age?”

Was it when, after waking up for two weeks without breakfast or anyone to greet her, she realized she would have to learn how to cook for herself? She’d wake up earlier than some of the kids in her grade, trying to remember the few bits and pieces her mother had taught her, telling herself that it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt every time she accidentally cut or burned her fingers. 

It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, every time she bumped her knees and tiptoed past her grandpa’s room, whispering a “good morning” (pretending his grumpy face also wished her a good day) before nodding and heading out for the day, the rice from the messy onigiri she made thick in her throat as she finally realized what it meant that her parents were gone

Or was it the spring of her first year as a junior high school student when her grandfather took her to get her new uniform and he sighed so deeply she thought she’d lose him right then and there? The uniform draped over her wrists and nearly covered her like a long dress but it only fit semi-loosely around her chest. He’d spent days visiting the neighborhood grannies to learn how to get it adjusted, his face exhausted as he patted her shoulder, Don’t worry about it, that’s what I’m here for.

Yeah, her uniform fit her a bit awkwardly, but (she told herself) so did everyone else's. 

She remembers the looks her classmates gave her. 

Most of the girls she grew up with only cooed over how she was finally becoming a “real woman!”, but junior high school meant a meshing of the local elementary schools and those girls, the ones who hadn’t known her, looked on with either disinterest or annoyance. The boys, however, were very attentive, especially as they grew into their own desires

When one of the boys asked her out at the start of their third year, Yuuji agrees to date him because that’s what they’re supposed to do. When he kissed her the first time and his hand moved to grope her breasts, she didn't say no. He’d been so giddy, fuck the real thing feels so good, except that it didn’t particularly feel that good. She’d let out a sound from the surprise, a partial wince from how hard he held her, yeah? That feel good? 

And when she’d finally agreed to go to his house and he’d pushed her down into his bed, his dick hard and insistent against her leg, his breath heavy in her ear as he begged, my parents won’t be home until later, ok? which she knew because that’s what he’d told her when she called out a greeting and nobody answered her. 

Was that when she became a grown-up? When she’d let him pull down her panties? 

She hadn’t even been in the house five minutes yet when he’d pulled himself out and pushed into her, her nails biting into his back as she cried out because it actually hurt and it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt. And the more she allowed, the less she chanted, until eventually, one day, it began to feel how she suspected it should

They dated for the rest of the year. She didn’t particularly like him, but being with him gave her a sense of independence that she hadn’t felt at home in ages. It seemed like more often than not, she and her grandpa were at each other's throats. And it was in those moments when she realized she was more like him than she liked

Or was it when one of their arguments got too heated and they rushed to the hospital and Yuuji learned her grandpa was sick and hadn’t said anything ?

That he’d been overworking himself since her parents died, going to all her school functions, even when he’d have to walk in the snow or sit in the sun for hours to watch her perform. She’d cried into his bed sheets, why are you so stubborn?!

But she loved him and when she once more found herself at the hospital, saying goodbye to the last person in her family, she thought, this is it . This is what it means to be grown-up.

He hadn’t cried or smiled or asked for anything. He’d just talked into the room as if he were talking to himself, “Surround yourself with people. It’s okay to lose your way. But when you die, don’t be like your Grandpa, ok? Die surrounded by people who love you, like your stupid father. I can finally go to him and yell at him for leaving you all alone.”

When they give her her grandpa’s ashes, Yuuji clutches the urn and whispers, “I wasn’t alone you stupid old man.”

◇◇◇

Yuuji decides to go to Tokyo. She’d planned to stay in Sendai because her grandpa was here. She wanted to take care of him, but with his passing, she decides to move. He and her father had come here because it was her mother’s hometown. They believed it would be a better environment to raise a child, more community based and slow paced. 

But moving to Tokyo isn’t as easy as just wishing for it. For all the “grown-up” things she’s done and experienced, she’s still only a child in the education system.

Her decision is so last minute that her teacher is reluctant to help her at first, “Not just anyone can go to school in Tokyo, and with your grades, it’s not even worth it.”

It’s only when she’s practically begging that he finally relents. She hates that he plans to use her grandpa’s passing as her “excuse” for signing up so late, but if it’s the only way to get her to Tokyo, she’ll take it. She asks him to keep it a secret from the class and his annoyed grunt is his only response.

She barely makes the signup deadline for the Tokyo high school exams and has even less time to study, but somehow, she gets accepted into two schools. One of them is blunt. They’re not impressed with her grades or her scores, but in her athletic abilities. They offer her a sports scholarship and the only academic requirement they have is that Yuuji must pass all of her classes. They don’t care if it’s with high or low marks. Since it’s closer to where her grandpa grew up, she accepts 

She isn’t even sure what she’s expecting to find but when she places her grandpa’s urn in her new home, she smiles. It somehow feels right.

“I think I’m finally all grown up,” she whispers. 

Q. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏?

Yuji realizes that in some ways, high school is no different from middle school. She thinks that part of the reason she didn’t feel uncomfortable during the last three years in Sendai is because everyone already knew her. But in Tokyo, they don’t and she quickly picks up on how “different” she is. It’s a completely new type of uncomfortable 

Are you sure you don’t have foreign blood? Some of her classmates like to ask and she explains that no, she doesn’t. “I take after my mother’s side of the family,” she tells them, though this is only a guess. The only extended family she’s met is her grandpa and he’s always been shorter

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