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the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.
after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.
“such a pretty slut for me.”
his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.
still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.
he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.
“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”
his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.
the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.
when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.
“want your cum !” he can only bite his lip and grin at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.
his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.
“what a good girl.”
he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.
the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.
⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re heavily pregnant with sukuna’s child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise you’re out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.
tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ wc: 1.8k
you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesn’t seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.
you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.
you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.
the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, that’s for sure.
you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.
after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.
“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.
his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.
sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.
the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.
“damn it, woman,” sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"
you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.
“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.
“but they didn’t have the food i craved—they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.
sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.
the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”
despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.
“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.
though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.
“i need them,” you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.
you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. “i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”
sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.
the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. “tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”
here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.
you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. “well, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.
no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy. though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.
you are eating for two people after all—for you and the baby.
sukuna’s smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.
the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. “‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”
you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you couldn’t care less. anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.
“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational. you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.
“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.
“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.
he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.
after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.
sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. it’s driving him insane.
“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. you’re lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.
it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.
if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.
before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.
the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.
sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. “keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.
uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.
“where are you going, hubby?”
you of course, get a free pass. you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you should’ve known where he was departing to.
“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.
you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.
“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”
sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.
your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.
“okay! love you, ‘kuna!” you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.
that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.
you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.
you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.
Even before you two got together, you've always known that Sukuna was a heavyweight when it came to drinking. He was often the designated driver when you would go out with your circle of friends. Hell, he was the one who had to take care of you after having one too many Pornstar Martinis last week. Not that he minded. . .
But, with that being said, Sukuna was still able to get drunk sometimes; it was rare, but still. And when Sukuna gets drunk, he gets drunk. I'm talking absolutely wasted. To the point he doesn't even recognize his own girl is the one trying to cop a feel.
Sukuna scowled, swatting your hand away before it could touch his arm. "Fuck off. 'm not interested, 'kay."
"Babe, are you serious?" You laughed, steadying Sukuna as he almost tripped over himself. "It's me."
"I don't know anyone named Me," Sukuna said the name with confusion evident in his tone. "Now piss off."
When Sukuna awoke the next morning, he immediately told you of all he remembered last night, despite his pounding headache.
"The craziest thing happened to me, y'know."
You smiled expectantly, "Do tell."
"Some girl who was wearing the exact same pair of earrings I bought you came up to me yesterday. And her name? Super weird, never heard of it. It was Me."
"No, I'm pretty sure it was me," you said, pointing to yourself.
"What."
Sukuna would definitely be the type of dad that wants his kid to stay little forever - just like any father would, though he would hate to admit the fact.
The moment his kid can finally match his fiery temper and tell him come-backs that have Sukuna grinding his teeth together is when he approaches you with a frown that could've been mistaken for a pout
"When did the brat get so big anyways?" He'd mutter, watching your son tilt the small knife in his hand sideways - carving into the wood with his tongue poking out in utter concentration
"I have no idea - look at him. He won't even tell me what he's working on." You say, tucking your hand under your chin as your son merely grins - turning his back to you all the way as he hunched over his latest creation with a giddiness that had your lips tipping upwards in amusement
"All I did was ask him what the hell he was making - little shit told me he was wondering when I'd finally learn how to greet someone properly." He snaps, the scowl on his face only deepening when you laugh
"I wonder where he gets that attitude from." You muse, watching as your son finally stands up - holding the mystery item behind his back with a cheeky grin
Sukuna had given your son a knife as one of the gifts for the little boy's sixth birthday with the simple intention of seeing what he'd do with the new weapon - he still remembers your horrified shriek as your little boy's hands grabbed at the knife with an uncontainable childish excitement
To you and Sukuna's surprise - your little boy used it for art. Spending hours carving his small knife into the wood as he engraved his passion into the smooth grooves. You cherished each and every single piece he made.
He approaches Sukuna's throne with a smile big enough to have his father's lips twitch just the slightest bit before the King of Curses holds his hand out - beckoning your son to show him what we made before the little boy huffs
"This is for you and mama. Close your eyes guys!" he squeals, his little feet tapping excitedly on the floor as Sukuna groans - you smile as your grab Sukuna's much larger palms and cover his eyes for him with one hand, before covering your own eyes with his other palm as you excitedly await for your son to show you two what he made
"Kay... and open!"
It's small - filling his tiny palm, but it's undeniable what he'd carved with his knife and wood. it was a sculpture of your little family, Sukuna's unmistakable tattooed arms wrapped around you and the little boy. He had carved happy smiles onto everyones face - even Sukuna's. Your eyed twinkled with love as you let out a pleased gasp
"My baby boy made this? Ah - Suk's look at your face!" you laugh, gently tugging on Sukuna's sleeve, only to turn and see him staring at the sculpture - still and silent.
Your son looks up at him with the biggest and sweetest eyes ever - his hands holding up the sculpture with a nervous smile as he waits for his father's approval. You can feel the little boy's leg nervously bump against yours as he awaits his father's reaction
Finally - Sukuna cracks a rare smile that has your son squealing when the man tucks an arm under the boy and easily pulls the two of you onto his lap
"You brat - both of you, c'mere."
He's pulling the both of you into a hug. The special sight of genuine affection he showed was reserved only for the two of you, and your son is sent into a fit of happy giggles when Sukuna gently ruffles the boy's hair. You can't stop the smile that finds it's way onto your face at the sight.
THE SLAP😭
•The Queen of Curses•
(Ok So think of this as like a Sukuna wins and everyone dies AU lol. True form! Sukuna. Added the cursed blood bath for no reason. Suggestive, titty stuff but that's it, MDNI, She/her reader, no use of Y/N)
Sukuna didn't rein over the Heian Era alone. It was always him and his lover, burning and slaughtering together. Their love for eachother was well known across the land. People knew not to be fooled by her less intimidating looks (in comparison to her husband) for she was just as brutal and heartless as he.
All that changed when sorcerers from the era used all they're combined might to seal the Curse Queen inside a small cursed object, formed only from the combined sacrificed corpses of their comrades.
They knew that the only way to defeat the King and Queen was to separate them and they succeeded. After hearing of the fate of his lover Sukuna flew into a blind rage leading to his own defeat at the hands of the same sorcerers.
One thousand years of relative peace passed with the two lovers separated but still yearning for each other.
Luckily for the lovers, the ever devoted Uraume never stopped looking for a way to set their masters free. After centuries of searching and begrudgingly accepting a little help from Kenjaku, they finally found the cursed object that their Queen had been trapped in, a simple orb a little bigger than a tennis ball. It made Uraume's stomach turn thinking of such a powerful force being shoved into such a small thing. They carried the black orb with them everywhere while continuing the plot to releasing Sukuna. They found themselves whispering to it, compelled by the obsidian globe. They didn't know if their master could hear but they felt like it was right, like they could almost sense their masters overwhelming aura, compelling them to spill out everything they know. So Uraume spoke to it quite a lot, telling the dark orb and the beast inside about Sukuna's fate, about the new world, about Kenjaku and the plan to free her and her lover.
The plan that finally comes to fruition. Sukuna is freed, his true form is restored in all its glory and hes wreaked havoc on most of Shibuya just as a warm up. Uraume kneels before him.
"Master Sukuna."
They say bowing their head.
"Hmm?"
Sukuna hums an acknowledgement, eyeing them with contempt.
Uraume brings the dark crystal like ball out of their loose robes and holds it up, presenting it to their king. "Now, with your power fully restored we can release the Queen from her containment."
Sukuna stares at the ball in the sorcerers hand and gestures for Uraume to give it to him. He holds it as gently as his colossal hand is able to. It seems to get hotter in his hand, so hot it would surely sear the skin of a mortal. He pears into the orb only seeing his reflection in it, the Curse king nods to Uraume. He places it on the ground and they both step back, arms reaching out towards the orb on the ground. In unison they both let out powerful blasts of cursed energy aiming right at the cursed seal. Strong streams of power, one white hot and the other pearcing cold, the orb starts to crack emitting a glowing white light. "It's breaking! Don't stop!" Sukuna orders and Uraume grunts but dutifully follows orders. The cracks grow wider and the light shines brighter before it's too blinding and they both cover their eyes as a powerful blast pierces the air.
In the settling dust stands a figure that's all too familiar to the both of them. They both watch as the figure shifts, leaning back and stretching their arms above their head, releasing a groan that is appropriate for someone who hasn't been able to move much in a thousand years. When the woman finally turns to Sukuna she sighs and smiles, letting out a relieved huff. Sukuna grins triumphantly and opens all four of his arms expecting a tide of thankful affection from his lover. When she takes the first few steps towards him her smile starts to waver until it's down to a grimace. Sukuna tenses as her eyes darken. He opens his mouth to ask what's the matter as she walks up to him and-
*SLAP*
Silence envelops the already desolate atmosphere. Sukuna's head is turned to the side, his eyes wide. He blinks before glaring at the offender with a look that could kill. She stares up at him with eyes just as deadly.
"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME IN THAT FUCKING BALL FOR SO LONG!!?"
Sukuna stares with his mouth open for a second genuinely shocked into silence until that second is over and he responds with equal vitriol.
" HUH?! THAT WAS YOUR OWN FAULT WOMEN! DONT BE UNGRATEFUL!"
The two fiery curses glare at each other with such violent intent, the very air around them heats up.
"WHAT KIND OF SHITTY HUSBAND ALLOWS HIS OWN WIFE TO GET SEALED!"
"YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THAT! DIDN'T I JUST SET YOU FREE?"
"DONT TAKE ALL THE CREDIT YOU BASTARD! URAUME'S THE ONE WHO-"
As if the women just remembered that the other sorcerer exists, she turns around and there her loyal subject is, kneeling in her presence.
" Welcome back master, it's good to see you"
The woman's face brightens up immediately, "Uraume~" She sings running up to the sorcerer and lifting them into a bone crushing hug that would've killed a lesser being. "Oh, Thank you Uraume. My dutiful subject, you did so good." The Curse Queen coos at the sorcerer, squishing their face into her chest and stroking their duel coloured hair. Uraume doesn't hug back as to be respectful of their superior but they don't push back either, just letting their master man-handle (woman-handle?) them.
Sukuna clicks his tongue at the show of affection and crosses two of his massive arms over his chest. No doubt in disbelief that HIS wife doesn't embrace HIM first after a thousand years spent apart.
The wife in question turns to him with Uraume still in her arms, an irritated look on her face.
"What's your problem?"
"My problem is that MY wife is being an ungrateful bitch."
The benevolent woman stills and Uraume pears up at her from their place, nestled into the cleavage of her loose fitting kimono. The woman sets Uraume down onto the ground gently. She breathes a heavy sigh and in less that a second she's on Sukuna throwing a mass of red hot cursed energy right into his face. He blocks it in time and is able to keep blocking her continuous fast attacks. She gets frustrated and lets out a powerful blast that shakes the earth and forces him to jump back to avoid the blast. She laughs with relief, finally being able to let out all that pent up cursed energy feels amazing. Her tattoos (similar to Sukuna's but not quite the same) almost seem to glow with the immense energy output being let off from her body. Only the tattoos on her face, neck and wrists are visible but Sukuna knows very well what the rest looks like, having traced every inch of ink with his fingers.
Sukuna takes the opportunity while she's distracted by the pure euphoria of letting her energy loose and comes barreling towards her, she can't react before he tackles her to the ground. He pins her hands down with two of his hands and another goes to roughly grab her jaw.
"Does it feel good to finally let off some steam, Baby?"
The king of curses teasingly remarks from above her.
"Baby? That's new." She questions with a teasing grin. Her words are a bit slurred from the way her husband is holding her jaw.
"Might as well get with the times." He bites back with an even more cocksure grin. She scratches and kicks at him and bites at his hand. With all her concentration she channels the sheer amount of pent up cursed energy in her body and lets it burst out in a deafening blast that knocks Sukuna off of her. Static reverberates in the air.
In the few seconds it takes for him to recover she takes the opportunity to pounce on him pinning him to the ground. Grinning from her place above him her heavy breaths and beating heart match his. Her crazy, alert eyes meet four others with the same sentiment.
"I missed you so fucking much." Sukuna says before he pulls her by her robes into a deep kiss. The kiss is somehow aggressive and sensual.
Two of Sukuna's massive hands go to her waist and thigh holding her body to his as he sits up. The third hand is on the floor for balance and the last is tangled in her hair pressing her further into the kiss, as if that's even possible. Both Cursed beings are glad that they don't need to breath or else they surely would have suffocated each other by now.
The queen of curses has never been more pleased by the fact that her husband doesn't seem to know what a shirt is. Sukuna has voiced many times that he wished his wife shared the same sentiments only for her to scoff at the suggestion, although, now she thinks the idea is one of the best he's ever had.
They fight for dominance with their tongues. Still locked in the passionate sloppy kiss the woman unlatches her hands from his hair to slip off the robes she was wearing over a loose fitting kimono. She unwraps the black accented white Kimono, rather slowly in sukunas opinion to let her breasts fall free to the warm air.
Sukuna releases his mouth from hers, licking his spit slicked lips to stare down at his beautiful wife's beautiful tits.
"Yeah, remember these are mine. Only mine." Sukuna grumbles lowly before smooshing his face right between them, sighing deeply like a thousand year old itch has finally been scratched.
"Aww, is Ryō a little jealous?" The woman preens in a patronising manner while lightly stroking his fluffy hair.
"Poor baby~" She coos, repeating the pet name he used for her. Her teasing only gets a glare and a growl from the beast of a man currently buried in her tits, holding her impossibly closer to his face.
She chuckles down at him, a loving yet menacing look in her eyes.
"Well maybe I should let Uraume- where did they go?"
She looks around the scorched city landscape looking for her white haired subordinate and as if they heard her words summoning them they appear with a respectful bow.
"I have made the preparations for your bath."
"Thank you, Uraume~"
The woman beams and turns to the man who is still occupied with her tits, he's now picked a tit to suckle on, fondling the other in his rough hand.
"come now Ryo, it's time for our bath." She says curtly and the man groans with his mouth full, absolutely dreading even the idea of his tongue leaving the hardened nipple he's been sucking on. If the two objects poking her ass are any indication if it was up to him they would never get to the blood bath Uraume so kindly set up for them.
She tries standing up and pulling away but the man is latched on tightly, all four arms clutching around her as if they never want to be an inch apart from her again. The more she struggles the bigger the two chubs in his pants grow. She sighs and struggles once more.
"Uraume planned this out very nicely for us, Ryomen. Just do what I say Damnit!"
She pulls at his hair and he bites down on her tit in response, earning a yelp and a harsh smack on the head from her. He laughs, not with the mouth on her tit but with the mouth on his stomach. She pears down at it, as if she just remembered it's there. Without wasting more time she grabs the large tongue crushing it with her grip and tugging on it hard.
Sukuna releases her tit to yell out in pain.
"OW, WOMAN! You should be grateful for every ounce of attention I give you! OW!"
As Sukuna rages, she snorts and jumps out of his now loosened arms around her. Turning her back to him, she approaches the other sorcerer who's head is still bowed.
"Uraume, would you kindly show me to my bath?"
"Of course, Master"
Uraume stands and bows their head. Holding out their arm for their Queen.
She holds onto Uraume's arm, purposely squishing her still exposed breasts into the sorcerer's side as she smiles down at them.
"I guess we'll have the bath all to ourselves then, Uraume~"
Uraume closes their eyes with a knowing smile and nods in response, very accustomed to the games the two lovers would play with each other, often forcing them right in the middle. Their Queen would often promise that she'd one day make Uraume flustered, something that to this day has yet to occur.
The sorcerer doesn't even flinch at their powerful master fawning over them, stroking their arm and pressing her now marked up tits closer into them as the two walk off towards the bath Uraume prepared.
"HEY!! WHAT THE HELL!?? URAUME!"
Sukuna sits in disbelief at his wife's antics. As if he's only now remembering what a tease she is and has always been.
His wife looks back at him over her shoulder, she shrugs her kimono off her shoulder, exposing her tattooed shoulder to him before turning back to Uraume snickering.
Sukuna huffs and grins, shaking his head. He's so fucking happy to have his wife back.
(AN: I was originally planning to make this smut but... It just got away from me😭😭 sooo... Maybe in a part two? 👀👀)
bf sukuna >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
QUESTIONS I’VE NEVER ASKED MY BOYFRIEND [one]
RYOMEN SUKUNA X FEM! READER
[ series materlist ]
- in which the reader asks a series of question to her boyfriend that she haven’t asked before.
- modern time period
You: Are you ready, babe?
Sukuna: Yeah, ready for your stupid questions
You: Oh shut up, you’re probably excited deep down
You: How do i look?
Sukuna: Filthy
You: That’s you way of saying i’m pretty? I get that you’re shy i’ll take it
Sukuna: You look pretty
You: Okay, let’s start
You: First question, let say that you’re single
You: What’s the first thing that attracts you in a girl?
Sukuna: Ass
You:
Sukuna: I’m joking baby, umm let me think
You: It’s probably ass that’s why you’re taking too long
Sukuna: Shut up, i’m answering not you
Sukuna: Good teeth maybe
You: Huh?
Sukuna: God, i hate people with bad teeth
You: Whatever, it’s better than ass
You: If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?
Sukuna: I won’t change anything, dummy
You: My attitude?
Sukuna: I wouldn’t like you if you had a different attitude
You: Even when i’m stubborn??
Sukuna: Even when you’re stubborn
Sukuna: If i don’t like you’re attitude, i’ve already broken up with you and found someone else
You: Try and i’ll cut off your dick
Sukuna: Whahahaha stink
You: When you first met me, what was your first thought about me?
Sukuna: Eh annoying
You: Be serious
Sukuna: I thought you were annoying, doll. Met you through Yuuji and that boy is annoying so you probably were too
You: So why’d you asked Yuuji all about me? Hmm?
Sukuna: Cause you we’re interesting
You: What do you mean?
Sukuna: You didn’t wanna sleep with me i found that interesting
You: Boy, not everyone wants to sleep with you
Sukuna: Shut up doll, now you’re obsessed with me
You: Okay, so remember you gave me your number on the second night we met and i took it but i didn’t text you or anything
You: What was going through your mind when i didn’t chat you like i said
Sukuna: I thought i wrote the number wrong or you just don’t fuck with me
You: So when i came to the tattoo shop and you saw me, what did you think about that?
Sukuna: That it was destiny, love
You: You don’t even believe in destiny
You: Did you enjoy tattooing me? The first time?
Sukuna: Yeah, you were staring at my body that time
You: Shut up! I wasn’t, it’s weird that you tattoo shirtless dork
Sukuna: That’s not my problem, dollface
You: So the night of that day, i texted you. How’d you feel?
Sukuna: Happy
You: Just happy?
Sukuna: Yeah, happy
You: You don’t like commitment, why were you sure of a relationship with me?
Sukuna: Because i like you. It’s not that i don’t like commitment there’s just no one i wanted to take seriously. I felt that with you. Ever since i met you i’ve been losing control, you know. I thought that i would’ve been miserable if you found someone else
You: You said, you’re first impression of me was annoying
Sukuna: Wanna know a secret?
You: Hmm?
Sukuna: One year
You: Huh?
Sukuna: When we first met i already liked you for months. I still thought you were annoying but i liked you. That night at the party you were the one who talked to me that’s why i had a chance to give my number to you.
You: Eh? You liked me even then???
Sukuna: Hm yeah, i guess? Saw you walking with Yuuji all the time. You had the face that i like.
You: You didn’t even know how i was as a person
Sukuna: I liked Yuuji’s stories about you
You: Do you think i love you more than you love me?
Sukuna: Impossible, sweetheart
You: Okay, this is an interesting one
You: If we ever break up, what do you think will be the reason?
Sukuna: [Name]
You: I just wanna know :(
Sukuna: We won’t
You: How sure are you???
Sukuna: Hmm very, you love me too much
You: Fair enough
You: Do you remember our first fight?
Sukuna: Um what was it again?
You: When i thought you were cheating on me but you weren’t and you got mad because of the fact that i don’t trust you
Sukuna: I was annoyed
Sukuna: Angry even
You: I’m sorry bub
You: It happened in our early days as a couple so i get a pass
Sukuna: Can i ask a question too?
You: Kay, what is it love
Sukuna: How much do you trust me?
You: Hmm i trust you enough to the point were i know my future will always be with you
Sukuna: Good save
You: I mean it!!!
You: You know how i don’t like thinking about the future because it’s scary?
You: When it comes to you i don’t feel scared of the future because i know at the end of the day everything will be okay when i’m with u
Sukuna: You’re getting emotional, don’t cry here
You: I’m not, next question now
You: Do you get annoyed when people assume you’ll just hurt and leave me?
Sukuna: I don’t care
You: Really?
Sukuna: I’ll only care if you actually believe them
You: I don’t believe them baby
Sukuna: I know
You: How do you know?
Sukuna: Cause you’re my girl
You: When you first met my parents, how did you feel?
Sukuna: Nervous, cause of the tattoos and stuff
You: What do you mean?
Sukuna: Well i don’t think face and body tattoos are good impression to your girlfriends parents so i was nervous that they won’t like me
You: They liked you though
You: My mom loves you
Sukuna: Hmm, also me and your father will grab dinner later
You: What???
Sukuna: You can’t come, boys only
You: The fuck?
You: My ass or boobs
Sukuna: Your ass
You: Why?
Sukuna: I like grabbing it
Sukuna: Smacking it also
Sukuna: and burying my face in it
You: How often do you think of sex?
Sukuna: I think of fucking you all day babe
You: Ew
Sukuna: You’re saying ew and you’re blushing
You: Am not, this is makeup
You: Okay last one, finish the sentence
You: [Name] is my … ???
Sukuna: Bitch
Sukuna: [Name] is my bitch
You: Not that
Sukuna: My whore
You: Nooooo
Sukuna: Hoe?
You: I hate you
Sukuna: okay
Sukuna: She’s my lover
Sukuna: [Name] is my lover
Sukuna: Good answer, eh? Now you’re blushing
You: Boy shut up, gimme a kiss
likes and reblogs are appreciated. this is base on my imagination don’t take what i write too seriously!!! thank u
Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader
Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)
wc: 773
Notes: probs pt 1
Lets start off with the basics
You were in jail for something petty…almost
Petty being attempted murder
It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day
The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy
Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea
Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life
The only thing keeping you going was the warden
Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts
He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple
Basically almost every females wet dream
“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block
This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell
Sukuna’s power in general was feared
The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least
You always found yourself with problems
Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards
You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot
This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months
“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket
Your heart instantly dropped to your ass
thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet
He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement
Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office
“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”
Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run
Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement
You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given
“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”
You were stunned but kept quiet
The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully
“You never learn do you”
Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock
Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat
His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter
“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”
He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face
“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.
“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.
He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat
He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling
Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts
He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face
“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants
“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”
You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.
lol
part 2
Could you make more docs of warden sukuna?
warden!sukuna
Pt. 1 || Pt. 2
notes: of course i can! like just the thought of him is just so😍😍
mdni, 18+
Warnings: violence, piv, creampie, breeding (i’m a slut for breeding😍), he edges you a bit lol, rough sex, degrading, some praise, sukuna has a big cock tht almost touches your cervix, uhh idk if i missed anything
wc: 893
three weeks went by and sukuna didn’t visit you not once. to say you were angry was an understatement.
you felt like punching and kicking people just for even looking at you wrong.
day in and day out you were faced with the same bitches testing you and no sight of sukuna.
of course on a day where you felt as if your breaking point was peaking the woman would start a higher brawl.
you were livid and weren’t gonna risk it at all, keeping yourself away from the mayhem was a great decision but boy oh fucking boy were you itching to fight someone with all your pent up anger and frustration.
and you couldn’t hold out and went in.
the leader of the pod was sitting back watching everyone fight and cheering them on.
you took it upon yourself to do her in.
she was a bitch and was not gonna try and act like she could take you down.
hell.
fucking.
no.
punching kicking and screaming was the only thing echoing throughout the cell block.
you could hear sirens going off around you but didn’t care.
you were here to show that you were top bitch and nobody could rock you from your spot.
and showing them was exactly what you did.
all the fighting had ceased when there were loud footsteps. Girls upon girls were trying to pull you away from her to no avail.
until you got yanked away from her battered body shouting and kicking the person who pulled you away.
you were forced on a table and put in handcuffs, no matter what you were still screaming profanities towards the now unconscious bitch.
you smirked at everyone while you got dragged out alone.
“what the fuck is wrong with you inmate?”
You stared at Sukuna with a blank expression.
He smirked at you and grabbed you by the throat.
“Did i not teach you a lesson before about being a bad girl?”
“Nope, I got noting out of that lesson, maybe I need a better one?”
He smiled an evil smile and bit your lip, “Maybe this time I’ll have to be more strict.”
and more strict he was, your hands were still cuffed behind your back as you were taking the meanest backshots of your life and another orgasm was coursing through your veins.
loud sounds of skin slapping were echoing through the wardens office. his cock hitting your deepest parts.
“you’re being such a good slut for me” sukuna cooed. you felt like you were on cloud nine with how rough he was.
he was showing no mercy with you bent over his desk and hitting that deep.
“please, sukuna, fuck…i’m cumming” you cried.
he slowed his thrusts down as you began to clench tighter and tighter around him. you cried out in protest and tried to fuck yourself onto him to no avail.
“good girl that’s it,” he slapped your ass hard causing you to jerk forward and to moan “keep fuckin’ me to cum.”
one hand was holding onto your cuffs as he began to meet your little thrusts, you felt his hands fiddle with the cuffs before he took them off and tossed them aside. he met your thrusts with much rougher thrusts, throwing your rhythm off. “yes please daddy i wanna cum,” you moaned.
sukuna laughed and pulled you up by your hair and putting his hand on your neck adding a small bit of pressure.
“spread your ass for me baby,” sukuna moaned, you followed his request and felt him go just that much deeper. almost touching you cervix.
“you gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
his other hand reached down and rubbed fast circles of your clit. and with an airy gasp you came.
hard.
your whole body shook as you came for the final time that night. your vision was splotchy and your head was in the clouds.
“fuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” you clenched so tight around sukuna he followed with you, cumming deep inside you with a loud groan. he rubbed your clit through both your orgasms and stopped as he began to grow sensitive in your warm, pulsing cunt.
he pulled out and waited to see if any of his cum would come out. to his delight only a tiny bit did, and he scooped it up and pushed it back in you.
sukuna pulled his pants up with a sigh and slapped your ass. he walked to the bathroom connected to his office and returned a few seconds later.
“alright, you’ll be in solitary for the rest of the week,” he grumbled. “keep that pussy just the way it is and i can pull some strings” you nodded (although a bit confused).
he began to clean you up with a wet cloth and helped you re-dress yourself.
when exiting his office you were escorted to solitary confinement with a limp in your step. “i’ll be checking on you everyday to make sure you’re in line,” sukuna said sternly. he walked up to you and whispered in your ear, “stay ready for me. i don’t like to wait.”
with that he exited the room and slammed the door shut. you sat on the stuff bed in the corner and sighed in relief about being off your feet.
well…maybe solitary is worth it if the dick is that good🤷🏽♀️
Not saying "I love you" back to them
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairings: Itadori, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Format: Drabble
Warnings: Cussing?, suggestive on Megumi and Sukuna's part
Word Count: 1.8K
A/n: Huh! My first official Jjk work🚶🏻♀️
This tik tok compilation on youtube
↳Itadori
Knowing your boyfriend's schedule, you knew he was about to leave for gym any minute now; so you sat in the living room, doing your daily makeup so he'll see you before he goes out. Knowing him, he wouldn't go anywhere without hearing you say it back to him and since he had developed a habit of saying "I love you" every time he was about to leave, you knew that this prank was going to be a big success.
If the angle your camera was recording wasn't fucked up, obviously. You could only hope for that.
Hearing his voice getting louder, you focused on curling up your eyelashes while keeping an eye on him imperceptibly. He was wearing a hoodie, as usual, with not so long black shorts and a pair of black sneakers. The sight of his muscular thighs was enough to distract you or even stop him from going, but you had to keep it together, for the sake of the prank.
"Babe!" He smiled when he spotted you sitting on the couch with a mirror in your hand. You looked pretty as always, killing the urge for going to the gym inside him. Maybe he could forget about working out, just for today, and enjoy the company of his precious S/o.
"Baby! I'm off to the gym!" "Ok! Have fun!"
Well, seems like you're not really in the mood, cause your usual sulky face and cries of "BUT I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH" and "WE CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE THAT MAKES YOUR BODY REMAIN IN SHAPE" were gone. Ok! maybe today was not a good time for it.
"So... I'll be off then. Bye! I love you!" He waved at you before going inside the hallway that leaded to the door. You warily watched where he was standing from the corner of your eye, counting to yourself.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
"Babe?!" His head suddenly peeked inside the living room as his body was behind the wall.
"Yes Yuji? Something wrong?" You watched him curiously, playing dumb while trying not to burst into laughter.
"Um... I said I'll be going then" "I know honey. You're going to the gym" "Yes. Yes I am" He scratched his head with confusion, thinking about how weird he looked at the moment. "Ok then... I'll see you later!"
"Ok! Bye!" "I love you!" "Bye bye!" "BABE?"
Now he was next to you, both hands on your shoulders to draw your attention back to him as he looked at you with panic in his eyes.
"Why are you- Are you mad at me or something?" You knotted your eyebrows while biting your cheeks from the inside to hold yourself back from laughing. "Why would I be mad at you? Did you do something bad?" "No!" "Then what is it? You're being really weird right now!" "You're the one who's weird! I said I love you and you didn't respond to me!" "I just though you were stating a fact I didn't know that I should say anything!"
"You know what ok ok" He took a deep breath, shaking his head to calm himself down a little bit. He then cupped your cheeks, planted a small kiss on your forehead and stared into your eyes as he smiled softly. "I love you so much baby..."
If this was any ordinary moment, you would have been all over him smooching every inch of his skin; but now was not an ordinary time, so you fought with the urge to suffocate him in your arms as you smiled back at him and poked his cheeks with your palm a few times.
"Awww, thank you so much!"
"BABE STOP-"
↳Megumi
You lied on your boyfriend's bed, enjoying the sight of him changing his casual clothes into more formal ones as you playfully moved your feet that were arrayed with a pair of black knee socks up and down, flaunting your long pretty legs more than before. Megumi would have thought about spreading your legs for him to have his way with you, but unfortunately, Gojo was waiting for him at Shinjuku station.
"Stop doing this to me Y/n" He said as he grabbed his coat, holding himself back from slapping your ass that was visible due to your shirt- well technically his- being too big for you so it could easily wend up, especially with how your legs were still sweeping in the air.
"I don't know what you're talking about" You teased, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him unwillingly taking his stare away from your thighs while sighing and approaching the door. "I'm off now. Don't do anything stupid until I come back" "Ok, daddy~" "Stop. Goodbye. I love you..." "Mhm! Goodbye to you too!" Your joyful tune made him stop in the track, looking back at you only to meet your mischievous stare and playful smile.
Did you just... ignored his display of affection?
Really? After how many times he practiced with Itadori and put up with his mockery?
"You..." "What?" Your smile extended on your face, making you look naughtier than you already were. "Why do you look like you were just hit by a bat on your ass?"
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He gazed you sharply, raising his eyebrows as he observed your expression.
"Hm... Don't know what you're talking about" You started playing with your hands, avoiding his stare while peeking at his figure.
"Ok then" He huffed as he slammed the door behind him, assuring you that you weren't going to hear those words from him for a long period of time.
↳Sukuna
Sukuna was about to leave the house for some business he refused to inform you about because apparently "That's not why he's hanging out with you", which was partly the reason why you wanted to play this prank on him. The other reason was that you were simply curious to know what would his reaction be toward it and since he had just admitted his feeling for you, you were a little bit doubtful on whether you should do this to him or not; but him trying to keep his distance from you when it came to his schemes fortified the urge to teach him a small lesson.
"Oi Y/n, I'm heading off" "Whatever, I'm still not talking to you"
He raised an eyebrow at your words, thinking how bold you've become due to him spoiling you. But then again, it was turning him on a little bit, not that he was willing to admit it. "Now now, We talked about this. I'm not involving you in my work"
"What if I wanna be involved in it?" You sulked while resting your back on the wall, watching him putting his shirt up unwillingly because it seemed that walking around shirtlessly in the streets was not really common in the 21th century, which was already pissing him off; so You being a pain in his ass was not really needed at the moment.
"I don't care about what you want. You're not cut out for it and I won't ever let you put yourself in danger just because you want to"
You were probably aware of that, but now wasn't the right time to feel butterflies in your stomach because of the fact that he actually cared about you.
"Hmph!" You tilted your to the otherside so that he wouldn't be able to see the slight hints of blush spreading out on your cheeks. "Fine then... Just... Be careful ok?"
"You don't need to worry about the great Sukuna at all, doll" He smirked as he grabbed the keys on the drawer, reaching for the door knob. "I'll be back after a while. ok?" "Ok..." "Bye then... I love you!" "Bye!"
And the door was shut. You looked at the door, stunned, because you were expecting anything but him ignoring you for this. Knowing his dominant nature, he would have cared about you not saying it back to him. But just as you were about to head to your room, the door was suddenly wide open and his figure appeared in the doorway.
"Y/n?" He carefully examined your face for... something you didn't know about, but he seemed to have found it, because he quickly slammed the door and the next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall with his muscular arms surrounding you.
"Brat! You think you're so smart huh? Trying to get back at me like this"
If it was the past you would say the reason you were having goosebumps was because of fear, but you knew this look;
You knew he was about to teach his brat of a girlfriend a lesson. A lesson that would make it difficult for her to walk the next day.
You found yourself trembling with excitement as he grabbed your chin with his hand, daring you to break eye contact with him. You probably had to say something, but before you could even open your mouth, he throw you over his shoulder and leaded to the bedroom.
"B-babe!? What are you-" "Shhh, bad girl. Who said you're allowed to talk?" "But... what about the thing you wanted to do?" "That can wait for a while. I don't tolerate this kind of behavior, brat. How am I supposed to expect others to respect me when my own girl is a rebellious little one, huh?" He threw you on the bed, grinning as he ripped his shirt apart to make you drool over those sexy abs of his.
"Now, where are the handcuffs?"
Yeah, you probably won't be able to walk tomorrow, but seriously, who were you to protest?
↳Gojo
Your boyfriend was about to leave for some meeting with the headmaster of the other school, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to tease him a little bit. So when he cupped your cheeks to smooch you before going out as he usually did, you wrapped your arms around his waist, staring into those gorgeous ocean eyes of his.
"Promise you'll come back soon?" "Believe me princess, I have no intention of wasting my time chatting with some feather brained old hags" He placed one last kiss on your forehead before wearing his blindfold and heading to the doorway. "Wear something pretty for me when I come back!" "Focus on your job, you pervert!" " I love you baby!" "Ok bye!"
He suddenly stopped walking, and turned around as he put a wide smile on his face, hoisting his blindfold a little bit to stare at you with a playful smirk. That familiar smirk that only meant one thing...
"You've seen that trend haven't you?" "You're the one who introduced tiktok to me~" "And clearly that was a mistake"
Reblogs are appreciated :>
᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢
CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE
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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…
╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap
╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3
╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4 (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)
THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.
the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-
snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.
“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.
“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.
facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.
sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.
the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.
when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?
you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.
when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.
“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.
“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.
‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?
“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.
“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.
internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)
“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.
sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.
“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.
“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.
you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’
you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.
you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.
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CHAPTER 2 : CRUSHES
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╰┈➤ summary; the day after his bump in with the cute barista, sukuna struggles with comprehending his small crush, and so goes to his younger brother, choso, for some advice
╰┈➤ includes; plenty of little yuji, choso also being clueless on romance, sukuna pining over reader, pure fluffy chaos, some suggestive stuff near the end, reader’s clueless (will be explained why in next chapter)
╰┈➤ a/n; this chapter sadly doesn’t include reader until the very end, just a little bit anyways, this chapter mainly focuses on sukuna coming to terms with his feelings for reader
╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel, @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4, @diettothemusic, @donustellaron (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)
GROANING, SUKUNA PINCHES THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE IN FRUSTRATION, yuji seemingly in his own little world as he doodles away with a variety of coloured crayons, the ones not being used scattered across the mahogany table.
choso simply gave his older brother a soft sigh in response, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy whilst his fingers tap against the table in a random rhythm of sorts.
“what’s got you so worked up recently?” choso queried, before hastily leaving the comfort of his chair and rummaging throughout his cupboards, looking for something for them to snack on whilst they chat.
“it’s…. complicated,” the tatted male huffed out in response, arms splayed across his bare chest - oh yeah, it was a really hot day in tokyo, and so sukuna thought it best to not bother with a shirt, the AC failing to do its job.
choso shook his head at his brothers’ antics, always so stubborn, refusing to talk openly about anything that bothered him.
retreating back to the table with a supply of a biscuit selection, choso sat back down, placing the biscuit selection onto the table for all to share.
yuji let out a little ‘yay!’ at the sight of all the sugar, hands splayed out in a grabby motion, unable to reach the biscuits. sukuna grunted in frustration, before picking up a couple of biscuits and giving it to the pink haired boy. “no more, ya hear? don’t need ya bouncing around the house later,” the tatted man sighed out.
choso let out a small hum of content watching the interaction between the father son duo, knowing damn well that sukuna’s a big softie at heart, especially when it comes to yuji.
“cho! papa has been in contact with (nickname) recently! they go on… dates? like play dates? and then they sometimes come back with him and give me a plushie!”
choso simply smirked at sukuna, smug as ever. “I thought that something like that was going on, the only other time you’ve ever been this way was when you started dating her” he whispered, wishing to avoid yuji feeling sad about his mother.
sukunas’ eyes wondered throughout the kitchen, helplessly trying to avoid eye contact with the spike haired male.
“here’s the gist, just be yourself around them. that’s what I’d say is best, as someone who has dated a few people, majority prefer when you’re yourself…. maybe try to be a bit nicer though, you can be a bit mean sometimes y’know” choso advised the older male.
before sukuna could talk back to his brother, yuji lifted the drawing he was working on, showing that he drew himself, sukuna and you in the middle. all of you holding hands and smiling.
choso gave a knowing look, wanting to say something but choosing not to as yuji was in the same room as them, and he knows damn well that sukuna would simply curse him out for ‘being sassy’ with him.
you were shocked to receive a message from sukuna asking if instead of going out for your next hangout, he invited you to his own house.
yes, you have been to his house a couple of times already, but that was simply at the entrance, you’ve never actually been in his house.
to say you are nervous would be an understatement, you were practically pissing your pants as we speak.
on the way to his house, you bought a couple souvenirs for him and yuji. sukunas’ being a cologne of sorts, yujis’ being a kids colouring book as the kid seemed to enjoy his colouring.
when you arrived, the door suddenly opened even before you could ring the buzzer. the sight in front of you nearly made you pass out in shock. there the man was, a towel hiding his groin, abs on full display, body partially wet, with tats covering him from head to toe. your eyes quickly looked down, noticing how his tattoos go beyond the towel….
a gruff cough of your name flustered you, eyes avoiding his. sukuna simply chuckled at the sight of you checking him out and flustering over him noticing your stare off with his nether regions.
“(NAME)!! you’re finally here for the play date! are you ready to help build the fort with us? we even have a selection of movies on standby, sweets, crisps, snacks…” you filtered out yujis’ excited rambles as his tiny hands grabbed onto your hand, dragging you into the living room.
sukuna dragged himself to the room you and yuji resided in, wiping down the left over wetness with the smaller towel over his shoulder.
“sorry for the late notice, but I actually need a bit of help as I’m in a pickle this moment. I have work to do in half hour or so, and was wondering if you could look after him for me?” sukuna silently pleaded, teeth grit in a grimace.
“yeah sure, I would honestly love to look after little yuji! he’s such a well behaved kid. usually I would charge for doing something like this, but I wouldn’t mind doing it for free if….. we could possibly go on a date at some point?” you grinned, hand playing with yujis’ soft locks as he whined out in protest, small chubby hands hitting yours in retaliation, which you failed to feel.
“huh?” sukuna deadpanned
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I’ve just been dealing with a lot of pain these past few days so I haven’t had time to concentrate on writing
I appreciate you guys for being patient so much <33
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CHAPTER 2 : CRUSHES
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╰┈➤ summary; the day after his bump in with the cute barista, sukuna struggles with comprehending his small crush, and so goes to his younger brother, choso, for some advice
╰┈➤ includes; plenty of little yuji, choso also being clueless on romance, sukuna pining over reader, pure fluffy chaos, some suggestive stuff near the end, reader’s clueless (will be explained why in next chapter)
╰┈➤ a/n; this chapter sadly doesn’t include reader until the very end, just a little bit anyways, this chapter mainly focuses on sukuna coming to terms with his feelings for reader
╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel, @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4, @diettothemusic, @donustellaron (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)
GROANING, SUKUNA PINCHES THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE IN FRUSTRATION, yuji seemingly in his own little world as he doodles away with a variety of coloured crayons, the ones not being used scattered across the mahogany table.
choso simply gave his older brother a soft sigh in response, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy whilst his fingers tap against the table in a random rhythm of sorts.
“what’s got you so worked up recently?” choso queried, before hastily leaving the comfort of his chair and rummaging throughout his cupboards, looking for something for them to snack on whilst they chat.
“it’s…. complicated,” the tatted male huffed out in response, arms splayed across his bare chest - oh yeah, it was a really hot day in tokyo, and so sukuna thought it best to not bother with a shirt, the AC failing to do its job.
choso shook his head at his brothers’ antics, always so stubborn, refusing to talk openly about anything that bothered him.
retreating back to the table with a supply of a biscuit selection, choso sat back down, placing the biscuit selection onto the table for all to share.
yuji let out a little ‘yay!’ at the sight of all the sugar, hands splayed out in a grabby motion, unable to reach the biscuits. sukuna grunted in frustration, before picking up a couple of biscuits and giving it to the pink haired boy. “no more, ya hear? don’t need ya bouncing around the house later,” the tatted man sighed out.
choso let out a small hum of content watching the interaction between the father son duo, knowing damn well that sukuna’s a big softie at heart, especially when it comes to yuji.
“cho! papa has been in contact with (nickname) recently! they go on… dates? like play dates? and then they sometimes come back with him and give me a plushie!”
choso simply smirked at sukuna, smug as ever. “I thought that something like that was going on, the only other time you’ve ever been this way was when you started dating her” he whispered, wishing to avoid yuji feeling sad about his mother.
sukunas’ eyes wondered throughout the kitchen, helplessly trying to avoid eye contact with the spike haired male.
“here’s the gist, just be yourself around them. that’s what I’d say is best, as someone who has dated a few people, majority prefer when you’re yourself…. maybe try to be a bit nicer though, you can be a bit mean sometimes y’know” choso advised the older male.
before sukuna could talk back to his brother, yuji lifted the drawing he was working on, showing that he drew himself, sukuna and you in the middle. all of you holding hands and smiling.
choso gave a knowing look, wanting to say something but choosing not to as yuji was in the same room as them, and he knows damn well that sukuna would simply curse him out for ‘being sassy’ with him.
you were shocked to receive a message from sukuna asking if instead of going out for your next hangout, he invited you to his own house.
yes, you have been to his house a couple of times already, but that was simply at the entrance, you’ve never actually been in his house.
to say you are nervous would be an understatement, you were practically pissing your pants as we speak.
on the way to his house, you bought a couple souvenirs for him and yuji. sukunas’ being a cologne of sorts, yujis’ being a kids colouring book as the kid seemed to enjoy his colouring.
when you arrived, the door suddenly opened even before you could ring the buzzer. the sight in front of you nearly made you pass out in shock. there the man was, a towel hiding his groin, abs on full display, body partially wet, with tats covering him from head to toe. your eyes quickly looked down, noticing how his tattoos go beyond the towel….
a gruff cough of your name flustered you, eyes avoiding his. sukuna simply chuckled at the sight of you checking him out and flustering over him noticing your stare off with his nether regions.
“(NAME)!! you’re finally here for the play date! are you ready to help build the fort with us? we even have a selection of movies on standby, sweets, crisps, snacks…” you filtered out yujis’ excited rambles as his tiny hands grabbed onto your hand, dragging you into the living room.
sukuna dragged himself to the room you and yuji resided in, wiping down the left over wetness with the smaller towel over his shoulder.
“sorry for the late notice, but I actually need a bit of help as I’m in a pickle this moment. I have work to do in half hour or so, and was wondering if you could look after him for me?” sukuna silently pleaded, teeth grit in a grimace.
“yeah sure, I would honestly love to look after little yuji! he’s such a well behaved kid. usually I would charge for doing something like this, but I wouldn’t mind doing it for free if….. we could possibly go on a date at some point?” you grinned, hand playing with yujis’ soft locks as he whined out in protest, small chubby hands hitting yours in retaliation, which you failed to feel.
“huh?” sukuna deadpanned
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CHAPTER 3 : LITTLE HELPER
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╰┈➤ summary; sukuna has work to do in short notice, and so you come along to help look after his 10 year old son yuji, where you and the little boy will have the adventure of a lifetime
╰┈➤ includes; dad! sukuna, toddler! yuji, gn! reader, mentions of future dates between you and sukuna, plenty of cute moments with yuji, somewhat clueless reader
╰┈➤ a/n; I’m so sorry this has taken forever to make this, I’ve been stuck in a writers’ block and been struggling with mental health issues. I can promise you guys that I will continue this series but it may take some time between chapters! tysm for being so patient with me!
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“HUH?” SUKUNA DEADPANNED, acting as if you just grew two heads then and there. “what do ya’ mean you’d like to go on a date? haven’t we already had a couple?” sukuna grunted out, arms crossing against his beefy chest.
you simply shrugged in response “those weren’t dates silly, we were just hanging out,” you explained, petting yuji on his little head whilst he stood beside you, causing him to let out a cute, heartwarming giggle at the display of affection from his second favourite person.
sukuna simply huffed out a frustrated sigh, before walking to his room to change into something for work. “what is it you do for work anyway?”
“I’m a professional boxer, it pays well” he yelled back, whilst changing his shirt, you became flushed at the thought of sukuna in the boxing ring, shirtless, shorts hugging his nice thick-
“and his usual bedtime is 8:30, you got all that?” sukuna queried. ‘oh shit, I was too busy in horny land that I didn’t catch any of what he told me!’ you internally screamed to yourself, hoping that sukuna didn’t say much whilst you were daydreaming about his juicy, phat ass-
and he was out the house
you felt a little tap from the pink haired boy, who was giving you puppy dog eyes. you braced yourself for what he was gonna ask for, convincing yourself you won’t fall for his cheap tricks-
and here you were, back from the shop, a bag full of sweets and sugary shit
yuji eagerly opened up the bag, before spilling all the bags across the living room floor in front of the den you guys made from pillows and blankets
“your dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this…” you murmured to the chubby faced boy, before squishing his cheeks like a granny would with her grandchildren.
“don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t find out” yuji comforted, before opening a pack of sweets and stuffing a handful into his mouth
“hey! don’t choke now, eat one at a time little man” you chided, teasingly glaring at him as he simply cheekily grinned in response.
“you really are your dads’ son,” you muttered under your breath. you could easily picture yuji as an adult, simply sukuna but more cheerful and less…. intimidating, also minus the tattoos
“so, what movie you wanna watch?” you asked, sitting down on the make-shift den and grabbing the remote from the living room table. yuji placed his finger on his chin, scrunching his whole face in concentration
took him a good couple of minutes before he squealed out “kung fu panda!” whilst wiggling around in excitement at the idea of watching his favourite film for the nth time
by the time sukuna came back, yuji was fast asleep in the makeshift den, a puddle of drool evident on the pillow his head was on
“glad the brat is fast asleep. he didn’t give you any trouble now did he? if so I will-“ sukuna started, only to be interrupted by you interrupting with “no, no! he was perfect, we pretty much watched movies the whole time, he’s probably the most behaved kid I’ve ever babysat. I would gladly do this again, it was a pleasure honestly” you whispered, careful to not wake the sleeping toddler that was now being carried by sukuna
“you can leave now if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you” sukuna grunted out, gently placing yuji into his bed and tucking him in. yuji mumbling seemingly in protest of being put to bed
……
after that night, you and sukuna have been very close, pretty much hanging out everyday (with yuji of course), when you were at work at the barista, sukuna and yuji would be everyday customers, with sukuna giving you a huge tip every time
you could feel a string of tension between you and sukuna when you interacted with each other, specially when you guys were alone, you just didn’t know how to tell him how you felt
he had the same problem, he hasn’t been in a relationship ever since yujis’ mum left, so when his heart fluttered when he saw you, wether it be your smile, your laugh or even when you were tired, he felt his heart pound against his chest, you were just too cute
unknown to the both of you, one day a little yuji itadori would break the tension with a question that would fluster you two to no end…..
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r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen
More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited
Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru
PART 2
r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him. Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.”
r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo
Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.
r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna
“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”
r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru
“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.
r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen
More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited
Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru
PART 2
r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him. Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.”
r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo
Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.
r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna
“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”
r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru
“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.
You know who loves small boobies? Sukuna.
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Sitting on his throne with you on his lap. Your kimono pushed down to your waist, your chest fully bare infront of him. Even if he maybe be brutal and "unloving", he refuses to let you be insecure about your boobs.
Running his finger along your chest, pinching your nips every now and then. His big hand engulfing your pretty tits. His rough hand against your soft delicate skin. The king of Curses simply loves how they fit so well in his hands.
Giving them squeezes here and there. Sucking on them like it's his favorite candy. He just loves them, how easily he can just cover them with his hands .... giving him ideas of how he'll cover them fully when he decides to claim you infront of his kingdom...but that's for some other day.
Right now, all he cares about is how pretty you look on his lap, your chest bare infront of him to do whatever he wants with his favorite treasure.
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Slightly fluffy eh? idk 🤓
✎ Requests are open⇢ ˗ˏˋcheck pinnedˎˊ˗
You: come on, pls (>人<;
Sukuna: No!
You: ughhhh!!! Please!!! I’ll suck the living outta ya, daddy!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠)
Sukuna: Bitch! You’ll suck the living outta everything!You depressing ass hoe!
Be grateful, Sukuna.
~all credits to the rightful owner.
The last night of love
( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna x fem!reader
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, college years, sex, explicit content, toxicity, smoking, friends with benefits, a bit of angst, idk bro 😭
( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I feel like making a series of basketball player Sukuna because I very much miss wattpad 💔
You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks and notes. The room smelled faintly of stale coffee and the sweet scent of vanilla from the candle flickering on your nightstand. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your brain feeling like a soggy sponge. The clock on the wall ticked away the hours of the early evening, each second a gentle reminder of the impending deadlines and tests that loomed over you.
Your phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting the quiet rhythm of your study session. You leaned over, your heart fluttering slightly as you saw a message from Sukuna, the basketball team's captain. His profile picture, a fierce dunk in mid-air, filled the screen. He had never messaged you directly before, despite the numerous times you’d seen each other around campus. Your curiosity piqued, you tapped the message. It was a simple invitation to watch the upcoming game together.
Your cheeks flushed as she read his words. Sukuna was known for his cold, aloof demeanor and his tendency to keep to himself. For him to ask you out of the blue was as surprising as it was thrilling. Your mind raced with the implications of the invite. Was he just being friendly, or was there something more behind his sudden interest? You bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons of saying yes. On the one hand, it could be a chance to get to know the enigmatic basketball star better. On the other, you already heard the rumors about his reputation with the ladies.
The game night arrived, and you found yourself dressed more carefully than you had in months. You wore a fitted thank top that highlighted your curves, a sweater over it so you wouldn’t get cold and your favorite pair of baggy jeans. As you made your way to the college gym, the excitement in the air was palpable. The thump of sneakers on the wooden floor and the murmur of the eager crowd grew louder with each step you took.
You spotted Sukuna from a distance, his pink-red hair and towering figure making him impossible to miss. He was surrounded by a flock of his adoring teammates, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.
Your eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Sukuna's gaze was intense, his red eyes seeming to pierce through your very soul. He gave you a crooked smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, and gestured for you to join him. The crowd parted like a sea, allowing you a clear path to the star player. As you approached, you could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes — a stark contrast to the freshness of the gym.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as you took in the full force of his presence. His body was a testament to his dedication to the sport, muscular and inked with intricate tattoos that danced across his skin. Despite his reputation, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, his confidence and charm an allure you hadn't encountered before. You took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.
The game was intense, the air in the gym thick with the scent of sweat and the squeak of sneakers. Sukuna's team played with a fierce precision, and he was the undeniable center of attention. Each time he scoredred, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers. His movements on the court were fluid and powerful, a dance of athleticism and raw talent. You found herself unable to tear your gaze away, your eyes following him as he weaved through the opposition with an ease that seemed almost supernatural.
At halftime, he made his way over to you, a towel draped around his neck, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His smile was genuine this time, and you couldn't help but return it. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're not like the others," he whispered. "I can tell." His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt a strange sense of pride.
The second half of the game was even more electrifying. The score was tight, and the tension in the air grew with every passing minute. You felt it in your chest, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of your seat. Sukuna played like a man possessed, his eyes never leaving yours for longer than a fleeting glance. When the final buzzer rang, and his team emerged victorious, he turned to you, a look of pure triumph in his eyes.
The crowd spilled out into the hallways, and amidst the chaos, he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the celebration. His grip was firm, but not painful, his touch sending a jolt of energy through you. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, leading you out of the gym and into the cool night air. The stars above twinkled, and the sound of distant traffic was a comforting hum as you walked towards the quiet parking lot.
" [name] ," he said, stopping you in the shadow of a large oak tree. "I want to show you something." His voice was low, the vibrations of it sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded, your curiosity piqued. He led you to his car, a sleek sports model that gleamed under the moonlight. He unlocked the door with a beep, and you slid into the leather seat, feeling the thrum of the engine beneath you.
The drive was short, the silence between you filled with an electric charge. You pulled up to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the headlights cutting through the darkness. He turned to you, his eyes smoldering. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. What were you getting yourself into?
Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, the only sound the distant echo of both of your footsteps. The walls were lined with basketball hoops and worn out graffiti. It was clear that this was where he came to practice when he wasn't playing in the glaring lights of the college gym. Sukuna took your hand again, leading you to the center of the space. He leaned in, his breath warm on your face. "This is where I come to escape," he said, his eyes searching yours for something.
The air grew heavy with anticipation as he let go of your hand, stepping back to pick up a basketball from the floor. He began to dribble, the rhythmic bounce of the ball a mesmerizing beat. With every movement, his tattoos rippled and shifted, telling a silent story of who he was beyond the cold, hard exterior. You felt a strange connection to him, as if you were seeing a side of him no one else ever had.
He passed you the ball, and you took it, the leather cool and smooth against your palm. Sukuna's gaze was intense, and you could feel his eyes on you as you took a shot. It swished through the net, a perfect arc of motion. He smirked, a hint of surprise and admiration in his expression. "You're good," he said, his voice gruff. "But not as good as me."
The challenge in his tone was clear, and you felt a competitive spark ignite within you. The two of you played one-on-one, your bodies moving in a dance of speed and power. The game grew more intense, each shot a declaration of your growing attraction. With every pass, every block, the tension between you grew stronger until it was almost palpable.
Your breaths grew ragged, the sweat on your brows mixing with the scent of the old gym. Sukuna's eyes never left yours, and you could feel his gaze like a physical touch. When you finally scored the winning basket, you dropped the ball and stepped back, panting. He approached you, his movements predatory, the air crackling with energy.
"You're different," he murmured, reaching out to trace your jawline with his thumb. "I want to know more." His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew what he was asking for, and a part of you was terrified. But the thrill, the excitement, was too much to resist. You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding. "Show me," you whispered.
Their kiss was explosive, a culmination of the tension that had been building since the moment you had met. His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if he owned it. And you didn't stop him. His touch was intoxicating, his strength and dominance a heady cocktail you hadn't realized you craved. As you broke away, gasping for air, you could see the desire in his eyes, a mirror to your own.
Sukuna's hands took pulled off your sweater, and it fell off your shoulders down to the floor. Then his found the hem of your top, and he began to tug it upwards. You raised your arms, allowing him to peel it away from your body. The cool air kissed your bare skin, and you shivered as his eyes raked over you. His gaze lingered on your chest, a smug satisfaction playing on his lips. He leaned in, his mouth tracing a line of fire down your neck, and you gasped as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin.
The world outside the warehouse ceased to exist. All that mattered was the heat of his touch, the taste of him on your lips. He was a storm, and you were willing to get swept away.
Without a word, he picked you up, his arms like steel bands around your waist. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to a mat he had laid out earlier, his intentions clear. The anticipation was unbearable, your body thrumming with need.
As he laid you down, the mat cool beneath you, you knew you were crossing a line. But you didn't care. Not with the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Their clothes fell away, piece by piece, until all that remained was skin on skin. Sukuna hovered above you, his tattoos stark against the moonlight streaming in through the dusty windows. He was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly irresistible. His hands traced your curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you arched into his touch, craving more.
He kissed you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth as if seeking a hidden treasure. His hands roamed further, cupping your breasts with a possessive hunger that made you moan. Your own hands explored the planes of his muscular back, feeling the power coiled beneath the ink.
You felt your body responding to his touch, your core pulsing with desire. Your reached down, your fingertips brushing against his hard length. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking in response. The sound of zippers and fabric hitting the floor filled the quiet space. The anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torment that made you ache for him.
Sukuna's eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the promise of pleasure that awaited. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed into you, filling her completely. You gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took in the sensation of him inside you. He was thick, stretching you in the most delicious way.
Your bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time itself, a dance of passion and power. He was relentless, his strokes deep and sure, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, urging him deeper. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.
Your orgasm built slowly, like a crescendo in a symphony. You could feel it coming, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. And when it finally broke, it was like a dam bursting. You cried out, your body convulsing around him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Sukuna groaned, his own climax following shortly after. He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both panted for breath. The world spun around you, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and emotions.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, with a chuckle, he pulled away and lay beside you, one hand resting on your hip. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper in the night. The words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and trepidation.
You looked at him, your heart racing. What had you just done? Sukuna was notorious for his conquests, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. But as you stared into his red eyes, you knew you didn't care. Tonight, you had been claimed by the basketball star, and you felt more alive than you had in years.
Your bodies were slick with sweat, your breathing still ragged. You lay there, entwined, basking in the afterglow of your encounter. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of you wanted to end. But as the reality of their situation began to sink in, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just entered a game you didn't fully understand the rules to.
Sukuna reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. He took a deep drag, the embers glowing red in the darkness. He offered you one, and you took it, the bitter taste a strange comfort as you sat up, feeling the cool air on your bare skin. You took a drag, the nicotine hitting your lungs like a punch.
"So, what happens now?" you asked, your voice a little shaky.
He took his time, blowing out a plume of smoke before answering. "Now," he said, "the real game begins." And with that, he leaned in and kissed you again, leaving you with more questions than answers. But for now, you were content to let the mystery unfold, one steamy encounter at a time.
Your nights grew into a pattern of passion and power plays. After each victory on the court, Sukuna would claim your body in his own private games, pushing you to new heights of pleasure you had never dreamed possible. You found yourself craving the thrill of his touch, the way he made you feel alive and desired. In the quiet moments, you would trace the intricate designs of his tattoos, each line a story of his pain and triumph.
Your encounters were raw and uninhibited, a delicious blend of lust and dominance. You had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet you reveled in it. With every touch, every whispered word, you gave him more of yourself, and in return, you took more of him. You were two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, creating a picture of desire that no one else could understand.
But outside the warehouse, your lives remained the same. He was the untouchable star, and you were the sweet girl next door. You kept your secret hidden, the only evidence of your trysts the lingering scent of his cologne on your clothes and the faint marks his hands left on your skin. It was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, and you were surprised at how much you enjoyed playing it.
But as the weeks turned into months, the cracks began to show. You found yourself falling for the man behind the tattoos and the arrogant smirk. The one who whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in the aftermath of your passion. But you knew that in his world, love was a luxury he couldn't afford, a weakness to be exploited.
The tension grew, each encounter more intense than the last. You could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface, the inevitable collision of your worlds. And when it finally hit, you weren’t sure if you were ready for the fallout.
One night, as you lay tangled together, his heart hammering against yours, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "What are we?" His smile was sad, a knowing look in his eyes that told you more than words ever could. "We're a secret," he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And secrets have a way of coming out."
Your heart sank, but you didn't argue. Instead, you kissed him, your body speaking for you. You knew that you were playing with fire, but you couldn't help but want to be burned by his flames. And so, the dance continued, each step fraught with the danger of discovery and the sweet agony of desire.
Your worlds were destined to collide, and when they did, it would be explosive. But for now, you were content to live in the shadows of his love, basking in the warmth of his touch and the promise of passion that awaited you every time he called your name.