#sukuna

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

SMAU- OUR CHILD WANTS WHAT ?!

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Higuruma, Ino)

[luvrslne]

THOSE KIND OF DREAMS

(satoru, suguru, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna)

[kenntolog]

HIII MIYA <33 first of all, I have read ALL the post with cool bf sukuna, I’m in love 🥰

U don’t understand, I’M OBSESSED AND UR LITTERALY A GENIUS

I wanted to request loser girlfriend feeling BOLD and sending a video of her doing the Tyla dance trend (if u haven’t seen it, it’s this) and sukuna’s reaction hihihihi

𝝑𝝔 an: HEY DARLING, THANK U SO MUCH🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 sending you all my love!!

he is in the locker room with his teammates, gulping down some much needed water when he receives a video and a message containing only a winky face emoji. he’s intrigued and clicks on it without thinking.

sukuna is so baffled he doesn’t even notice the water no longer going down his throat but down his chin, soaking his shirt quickly as he brings the phone closer to his face.

red eyes focus on your smoothly moving figure, roaming over your body, as he curses under his breath, noting to himself that low-waisted anything looks great on you. you turn away from the screen and bend down slightly and oh, sukuna is dead. his mouth suddenly becomes dry despite the forgotten bottle of water he drank(more like showered with it) a second ago.

you do it like a champ, hypnotising him, fascinating him to the point he doesn’t even realise that toji is leaning over his shoulder to watch. sukuna hears his appreciative hum and shoves his head away roughly, barking curses at him as he leaves the locker room abruptly to call you.

you respond immediately, voice unsure as ever, “‘kuna?”

“you’re getting bold with me, aren’t ya, loser?” he says with a satisfied smirk apparent through his tone.

“maki made me send it!”

he snickers under his breath and informs you that he’s coming over so you can show him how you do it in flesh ;))

[sahkuna]

sukuna core <3

[fckkursee]

Another back

[svnkenlily]

[pogkorichanart]

True form Sukuna x Y/N❤️

this is my first time finish a comic although only 1 page but i’m still happy!!!! YIPEEEE

[iangeeluv]

𓆩neighbors told us to quiet down𓆪

incl: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, yuta, inumaki, sukuna, choso, toji, & geto

cont: crack, very suggestive MDNI!!

*remember all characters are aged up to adults!*

NO SPOILERS <3 ╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══ ﹒⪩⪨﹒ ══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

gojo satoru

megumi fushiguro

yuji itadori

nanami kento

yuta okkutsu

inumaki toge

ryomen sukuna

choso kamo

toji fushiguro

suguru geto

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sukuna pretending he's Yuji to catch a taste of you

Pairing: Yuji/Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,2k

Synopsis: What you expected after finally meeting your boyfriend after losing him in Shibuya? Definitely not the king of curses trying to kiss you.

Warnings: it's Sukuna so y'know...the usual

“(y/n)?”

Your ears perk up in an instant. Is this really him?

“Yuji?”

He told you to stay behind, that he has to do this on his own despite your pray and plead to stay by his side. If there’s one thing your boyfriend will never risk, it’s your precious life.

“(y/n)!”

Your glossy eyes widen. It’s him, without any doubt.

Like in trance, you follow his voice that calls your name over and over again while a huge wave of relief washes over you. All those horrible things you imagined when he left, the things he told you about Nanami being dead…

In this world, you never know when your last day will be, what words will be the last your loved ones hear.

“Please don’t leave without me, I can’t afford to lose you, I…I love you!”

“I don’t wanna lose you as well, babe. But taking you with me is too much risk when all of them are chasing after me. Just keep your eyes open, okay? I’ll be back before you know.”

Did he really hold up to a promise that is so hard to keep? Your eyes dart around the destroyed area in a haste, desperately searching for those signature pink hair you love to play with.

“(y/n)!”

To your right, maybe a few meters away.

As soon as your head darts towards the sound of his voice, you see him.

There he stands with his clothes torn into pieces and blood smeared onto his face.

You waste no time. Almost instantly your body follows your desire, runs up to him at full speed even though your legs feel like busting under the pressure any given minute. God, you are tired to the brim, too weak for another fight. But now that Yuji’s here, now that you’re finally on your way back into his arms, all of this doesn’t matter.

He catches you in his firm arms like he always does and swings you through the air. Yuji’s back. He really came back. There’s nothing to worry about anymore.

“I was so scared”, you mumble against his shirt, too focused on holding back your tears while taking him in to pay attention to anything else.

“I really thought me might never see each other again…”

“I’ll always come back to you, babe. No curse can ever change that”, he teases you with his usual sweet voice while pressing you firmly against his chest.

“Did they hurt you in anyway? Do you know where Megumi is?”

“Megumi? No, I haven’t heard from him for a while…Are you okay? Your uniform is completely destroyed.”

Who is responsible for this? Who did he fight against? Where is that creature? Are there any other jujutsu sorcerers around? Normally, Yuji shouldn’t even be here. How did he manage to meet you?

“Don’t worry babe, I’m alright”, he reassures you with gentle voice.

Your breath hitches. But not as gentle as usual. Is it possible that…Your eyes widen in sheer horror. No, this can’t be him, it’s impossible that he managed-“

“Smart girl, it took you not as long as expected”, a painfully known voice purrs.

Fuck. In an instant, you try to push yourself off him, to create a safe distance between both of you.

You and none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

“How did you manage to get back?”, you bark at him while his grip around your waist tightens.

This is bad. Absolutely horrible, to be exact. How is it possible that you didn’t notice it was him? You were so relieved to see Yuji again that you didn’t even think about the possibility that this might be Sukuna, that he’s in control over your boyfriend’s body.

“Why are you so sassy? Aren’t you glad to get greeted so nicely by me? I could have ripped your head open as well if I wanted to”, he replies sarcastically.

“Why didn’t you, then?”, you bark back in sheer panic.

“Just…let go of me. And give Yuji back!”

He lets out the most disrespectful and frightening laughter you’ve ever heard while pulling you even closer. Now you see it, that deadly red gleam inside Yuji’s gorgeous orbs.

“Why are you even liking that loser? He’s the most boring guy ever-“

“Pretty bold coming from a serial killer with nothing but hurting others on his mind!”, you cry out in defense.

“When did you turn that cheeky? Weren’t you scared of me a few seconds ago?”

“Yuji would never allow you to hurt me”, you bark at him in pure confidence.

Until he grabs your throat and pushes you against a nearby wall.

“You’re thinking too highly of that little brat. What do you want with a boy who isn’t even able to defend you?”, he almost purrs only inches away from your face.

He isn’t about to kiss you, right? Your eyes widen in sheer horror, body not daring to make a move. This has to be a cruel nightmare, a hallucination, maybe. Are those Sukuna’s lip on their way to meet yours?

“Let go of me right now!”, you finally shriek.

A loud clap echoes through the train station when your flat palm crushes against his cheek.

Oh.

Did you just…

“You have some nerves…”, he mutters while wiping a tiny trail of blood away from the corner of his mouth.

“Did you really just hit me?”

“I…no?”, you stutter, your body automatically stumbling backwards.

“If you think you can escape me you’re a fool, (y/n). I always get what I want”, he hisses through gritted teeth.  

“That doesn’t include me, though. I’m in love with Yuji and not you”, you clarify.

“Too bad I don’t care about your stupid little feelings, brat. If I want you, I will have you. And if you’re not coming with me on your own, I will force you.”

Within the split of a second, he stand right by your side again with his muscular arms trapping you in place.

Your mouth is dry like the desert. Just one glance into his gleaming red eyes is enough for you to realize that the king of curses isn’t to be messed with, that he means what he says.

“You won’t get away with this”, you breathe out.

“Watch me getting through, then.”

He presses his lips against yours before you’re able to stop him.

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[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗺 😜.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝟯𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗲𝘁𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟮.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗶𝗸 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗯 😭. 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 🙄.

You knocked on the door of your finest customer, tote bag full of drugs hanging on your shoulder. Scrolling on your phone nonchalantly, you waited for him to come to the door, somewhat upset about how he’d made you drive all the way out there that late.

Eventually, Sukuna opened the door leaning his arm against the doorway as he looked you up and down. “Hey, beautiful~”

“Don’t play wimmie,” you said immediately shutting his antics down as you were cold and tired of standing out in the dark. “Where’s my money at?”

He let out a chuckle, before replying “And where’s my shit at?”, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a lighter. You rolled yours eyes and grabbed a small bag full of weed from your tote. “This what you lookin’ for?”

“I knew I could count on you-“ he said teasingly, snatching the bag out your hand before turning around to the inside of his apartment and calling out to someone inside.

“The hell?” you exclaimed, before another large body entered your field of vison, however, this one had wet looking black hair that subtly fell into his face and a scar on the right side of his mouth.

“Wassup, y/n- I wasn’t expecting you to be coming over” the boy who you recognized as Sukuna’s friend Toji said, trying to be discreet as he swiped the bag from Sukuna’s hand. “I’m hoping you gone have my money” you replied back, lacking the friendly tone that Toji’s statement had.

“Ouuu… about that-“ Toji said with a composed smile on his face, slightly turning his look to Sukuna before throwing his head to the floor, laughing, and walking away.

“I don’t see what’s funny? One of yall gone pay me-“

“Well, it definitely won’t be Toji” Sukuna butted in, smiling as if the two had some inside joke that you weren’t in the mood to hear about.

You let out a breathy sigh, attempting to keep your composure as the two guys standing in front you obviously didn’t take you serious and were making a joke out of you. “Sukuna, don’t act like I won’t fuck you up” you said, vocalizing your frustration.

He pushed the door open, inviting you in before replying a taunting “Could’ve just left it at ‘act like I wont fuck you’” and walking away into his place.

You hesitantly followed him inside, assuming he disappeared into his room to go salvage enough to pay you. Toji sat on the couch, joint in hand and rolling papers on the table. “I know that’s not my shit you smokin” you said, crossing your arms and walking over to him.

“Yours?” Toji asked, inhaling the yellow-tinited smoke between his lips before noticing your antagonized look and continuing on. “Promise we’ll find a way to pay for it- What kinda payments you take?”

“Cash, usually”

He clasped the joint in his mouth using his lips and looked up at the ceiling as if he were contemplating something. “Hmm…” you heard him mumble from across the room.

“EBT or some dick. That’s all I got to offer you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark, and replied with an unserious “Your broke ass needa go buy some groceries instead of tryna get high n shit”, before walking over to him and snatching the joint from him, popping it into your mouth.

A cloud of smoke came from your lips, as Toji turned his body to look you. “Tch, and what about the other option?” he said, grin appearing onto his face.

You smiled a bit, considering the deal before extending your hand and passing the joint back off once again. “Maybe… but you’re not really the one who owes me money”

Just then, Sukuna walked back in empty handed despite having been in his room for a couple of minutes.

“Oh, so we’re smokin without me now?”

“Why the fuck were you in there so long if you knew you ain’t have shit to give me-“

“Who said I had shit to give you in the first place?” he laughed, cutting you off and walking over next to you. You rolled your eyes playfully before letting your hands linger off into Toji hair, twirling it between your fingers.

“I think y/n had an idea on how you can pay her back… unless you wanna be in debt”

You turned slightly to the side to look at Sukuna’s face, only to notice him already smiling at you. “What?” you muttered, lips curling upward nervously as he towered over you with his sultry smirk.

“Don’t be holdin’ out on me. Come on, tell me.” he said, casually taking the almost burnt out joint from Toji and taking a hit. “Well I didn’t say it’d clear your debt completely, but… it’d definitely cut the price down like 50% if you do it”

“Do what?”

You removed your hand from Toji’s head and redirected your all of your attention onto Sukuna. Sliding the tote bag off your shoulder and tossing on the couch beside you, you mumbled nothing but a short and simple

“Me”.

He stepped closer to you and looked you up and down as his hands found their way to your ass. “Oh, so if I fuck you good, I can get a little discount? N what if I throw Toji in there? Is that gonna sweeten the deal?”

Toji, still sitting on the couch, turned his body to look at you two and partake in the current conversation. “Even if it doesn’t, I wouldn’t mind stepping in” he added on, flicking the roach onto the rolling tray in front of him.

Before you could even reply, Sukuna lifted you up by your two legs and began to passionately make out with you, smiling into the kiss, prying open your lips with his tongue. As he carried you to the front of the couch, he set you down on Toji’s lap and broke the kiss.

You watched as Sukuna began unzipping his pants, as Toji gripped the bottom of your top in order to help you remove it. You lifted your arms and had your shirt covering your face briefly before being able to see again.

Your shirt was tossed onto the floor, shortly followed with whatever bottoms you had been wearing as well. You admired your view of Sukuna as he gripped your chin and stood in front of you with his dick out near your face.

“Open up, baby”

His thumb slipped into your mouth as he pulled down your jaw creating the perfect entrance for his now throbbing cock.

Giving him a doe eyed look as you peered up at him, he slowly inched his dick into your mouth before grabbing the back of your head and shoving your face deeper onto his cock.

Gagging at the way his tip grazed the roof of your mouth and pounded against the back of your throat, your eyes slightly filled up with tears. Toji squirmed under your body, eventually managing to pull his dick out as well.

As you were distracted by Sukuna using your face to pleasure himself, spit coating every inch of his cock, Toji wiggled his finger into your panties, pulling them to side and slowly sliding his length inside you.

Wincing in pain from the unsurprising girth, you placed your hands on Sukuna’s leg in order to steady yourself. As much as you wanted to moan and express your eagerness for Toji, Sukuna fucking your face was preventing you from making any noise aside from the sloppy sounds of his precum mixing with your saliva.

Toji’s hands gripped the sides of your hips, directing your movements, slowly pulling you back and forth, and guiding your body to grind against his. Sukuna’s tip beat against the roof of your mouth, girthy cock throbbing inside your mouth as it ejected all of his cum into the back of your throat. Face turning red, you gasped for air as Sukuna pulled back, smacking his messy cock against your face.

As you focused your attention on catching your breath, Toji wrapped his muscles around your legs and pinned them to your chest, hindering your ability to squirm around from the pleasure he was causing you from ramming in and out your body. He repeatedly lifted the lower half of his body up and down, accidentally slipping out of you in the process.

Bracing yourself for him to re-enter your cunt, a loud moan escaped your lips and your body tensed as Toji shoved his hard cock into your slick, coated asshole, stretching you out and causing you to reach your hands to grasp at anything for support. “I can’t- Ugh, Fuck~”

Despite you not being used to this, it was like your skin melted against Toji’s body heat. It hurt so good, you couldn’t focus on what was actually happening, just the lust that was building inside your body. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t open your eyes. All you could do was become a mindless, whimpering, mess for Toji to use.

As you babbled to yourself, you felt Sukuna’s essence and your saliva dripping down your face. It was then you remembered Sukuna was also there, but as if he had too become aware that you needed a reminder of his presence, he slid his cock deep into your cunt, causing it to contract and readjust from Toji’s shape to his.

“Can’t- Can’t take-“

“What’d you say? Can’t hear you princess~”

His strokes started slow and graceful, contrasting Tojis hard thrusts. He’d grab the base of his cock and pull out of you just to slap it against your swollen cunt and tease you. “Say it baby,” he instructed. “Say what you wanna say.”

It felt like you were holding your breath, head woozy and vision blurry from the immense, unmanageable feeling of all your holes being pried open by not one but two cocks. Swallowing your spit, you managed to mutter a few understandable words.

“Can’t take it~” you cried out, tears from overstimulation and joy dribbling down your face. Toji eased his way out of you, still palming his cock in his hand, but for a moment the room went quiet. Sukuna placed his palm against your cheek, allowing you to lean into his hand and stare up at him. In his eyes, you searched for the slightest amount of pity. You hoped that he’d take things easy on you considering the circumstances.

“You can handle it, y/n. We did have a deal right?”

His thumb caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears as you nodded in defeat. You closed your eyes and accepted the fact that not only were you just a fuck doll for these two, but also the fact that you were enjoying it. Your precious moans weren’t helping you hide it and neither was you sleek covered cunt dripping with arousal.

Toji opened your legs, allowing a better angle for him to enter you. He inserted his cock back into your pussy, mumbling something under his breath about how it was his turn and Sukuna had to wait. “I barely got to fuck her” Sukuna grunted back, grabbing both of your ankles and staring down Toji.

Now it felt as if the two were fighting over you with the irritated stares being exchanged between the both of them. Toji ignored Sukuna’s response and simply kept bucking his hips and letting all of his length slide in and out your body. “Tch, Fuck it.”

You reached your hand out in attempts to stop Sukuna, but he swatted your hand away and forced his cock into your pussy, sliding his girth directly against Toji’s.

Your moans were practically screams at this point, as they filled the entire room and carried an essence of urgency within them. You cried out both of their names in pleasure, completely disregarding the neighboring apartments that surrounded you. Every time one cock pulled out, the other would push in, making it near impossible for you to catch a break. Before you knew it, your cunt couldn’t handle the pressure anymore and your essence made puddles covering you, the couch, Toji, and Sukuna.

“Cumming without us?” Toji chuckled, his dick twitching inside you indicating he was close. Sukuna’s palm collided with your ass as his pace quickened, his cock too jerking inside your distended cunt. You felt little droplets drip onto your chest, from what you could only assume was tears and drool. Your makeup was a mess, but at this point Sukuna and Toji had made a bigger mess for you to handle.

You felt the movement stop, and eventually gained enough willpower to lift your head and open your eyes. Sukuna stood there panting, bullets of sweat falling from his face as he smirked at the sight of your pussy.

A warm sensation drizzled down your cunt, slowly easing its way down your leg. “Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly. “Sorry” you continued, unsure of what to even say after believing that you had cum without them. Both of them chuckled at your words, yet their laughs held a bit of nervousness within them.

“Think we’re the ones that should be sorry, princess”

Assuming that Sukuna was referring to the way him and his friend had just manhandled you, you let out an awkward giggle in attempt to laugh it off, but as your head panned down, there you saw both cocks still inside you, overflowing your pussy as they pumped you full of their cum.

[heian-era-housewife]

The Pebble

Synopsis | The pebble-picking courtship rituals of penguins may just be the key to winning your heart and saving Sukuna's sore tushy.

Content | fem!reader x Sukuna, fluff, sweetness, smol angst, penguins!

"Nothing!" You say, completely unprompted, voice cracking slightly as you shove a suspicious something-or-other into your pocket. You turn to face Sukuna as he closes the distance down the sidewalk where you'd ran ahead.

"Again?" He he deadpans, voice flat and thick with judgement. "Like you need any more."

"This one was kind of pink...like your hair," you pout with childlike innocence, scuffing your foot.

"Where are you even keeping all of these rocks?" He asks, knowing fully they've been dotting odd corners of your home as of late. He's found them popping up on windowsills, countertops, even clunking around in the laundry on the not-so-infrequent occasion you forget to take them out of your pocket.

You offer a shrug and non-commital murmur, still sulking.

"Fine," He yields, annoyed yet secretly enamored with your odd fixation. "Let me see it."

Smiling brightly, you plunk the little pink stone into the palm of his large hand, bobbing slightly on your toes, awaiting his appraisal.

"Hmm. It is kind of pink." He concedes, squinting down his nose at it with the air of a much older man.

****

Returning home later that week, seeking the comfort of his favorite chair, he sinks tired and battle-worn into its plush cushion only to be met with a sharp jab to the rump. Jolting up from his seat, he swipes away a jagged stone from its cushion, cursing as he plops himself down once more, scorning your infernal hobby.

=JAB=

Jumping up a second time, he flings away the cushion revealing another lumpy pinkish rock that slipped its way beneath the plush seat making a mockery of his sore and sullied behind.

"Woman..." he growls.

****

Another night, over dinner, you wave your chopsticks fervently, demonstrating as much as telling a zoned-out and seemingly uninterested Sukuna all about a program you saw earlier that day.

"-and the male penguin searches the whole beach for the perfect pebble, right?"

"Mhm," he chews absently.

"He'll walk all over looking for the best one. It can take days sometimes!"

"Mm..."

"They usually look for the shiniest ones and then when they find it they- Ryo?"

"Hm?" He grunts without looking up.

"Are you listening...?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I, uh. Then they-" you fade out watching as his eyes glaze over. "Nevermind..."

He looks up just in time to catch your polite yet sad smile as you return to eating your dinner in quiet.

*****

He's not sure what started it, or even why you're upset. All he knows is a fight has broken out between you. Nothing too serious, but enough that you've taken a drive to clear your head, something you've rarely done before over an argument. It worries him.

Sukuna is used to fighting. He does it all the time. You could argue it's his favorite passtime. But not with you. Not here. His home is his sanctuary and you are his refuge. An unfamiliar feeling of guilt and unease settles in his stomach making him shudder. Absently turning on the TV and moving to his chair, he decides to sit, remembering to check for stray rocks this time. Staring blankly into space, wondering what he's done to set you off and how he might fix it, a feeling of déjà vu reaches his mind from the distant voice on the television.

"-he's spent days searching for the perfect stone. Now, as he makes his way back toward his chosen mate, the male penguin is hopeful she'll accept his courtship offering."

His eyes flick to the screen with rapt curiosity as the penguin offers the beach's shiniest pebble to the waiting female.

"Placing the pebble carefully within the center of her nest, she displays the male's offering as a sign of their successful pairing. Now the two will continue to hunt for rocks with which to complete their nest together."

Sukuna bites back the ridiculous urge to pump his fist in triumph for the hopeful male. Springing to his feet, he knows exactly what he must do.

*****

Later that evening you return, the bitter sting of your earlier argument now a soft ache in your chest. You decided to run some errands while you were out, huffing through the door with the entirety of your grocery run split between your two straining arms.

"Woman!" Sukuna's voice cuts through the quiet, its usual edge replaced by doting concern. "Let me help you!"

"It's fine, Ryo, I-" you stop dead in your tracks, eyes landing on a fixture you've never seen before. A bag slides from your slackened grip, punctuating the silence. "Ryo? What is that?"

"Do you like it?" He asks, eyes cast timidly to the side, one sheepish hand stroking the back of his neck.

"You...you built a shelf for all my s-stupid rocks while I was...gone?" Your words catching in disbelief.

"I can take it down if you don-"

=FWUMP=

All the bags hit the floor simultaneously as your arms wrap tightly around his middle, face buried against his chest. Salty tears stain his robes as you babble incoherently against his heart's steady beating. After a moment, he taps your shoulder.

"There's a new one, too," he hums in a low voice. Pointing toward the shelf's center a glittering pebble the same shade as your eyes catches the evening's fading light. "I didn't spend hours searching an entire beach for it..." he jokes softly, "...but I hope you'll still..."

Reaching up, you pull him in for a salt-stained kiss- the first of many more that evening. The fear that you bore him, the occassional worry that he doesn't care to listen to the ramblings of a half-mad woman in love, swept away by the lessons of a penguin and one perfect, shining pebble.

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Sukuna invites you to sleep with him, do you accept?

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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE ARGUMENT BETWEEN COOL BF SUKUNA AND LOSER GF READER??? I NEED TO KNOWWWWW

that argument certainly was something that neither of you could forget quickly. as much as sukuna wanted and was ready to act like nothing fucking happened — you, on the other hand, were just a bit detached.

he suspected that it probably wasn’t on purpose; he knows you wouldn’t be able to hurt him even if you wanted to because you’re literally an angel, but it seemed like a subconsciously coordinated thing. not letting him in completely, that is.

it goes on for a couple of days before his dumbass self realises he has to do something. he hates the way you avoid eye contact for too long, the way you don’t let him hold you, letting him go too easily from the hugs you love so so much. rarely texting him, giving him dry responses, ignoring him at university even. sukuna also hates that you act like you have something else to do, as if doesn’t know what your daily life consists of.

after 3 days of this bullshit, he just insists on coming over and staying at your place — well, he just barges in as soon as you open the door and gives you a cutely decorated bag of your favourite treats with a hand written note.

“he’s really sorry :(” in little yuuji’s big and messy handwriting, but it works immediately and your face contorts in one of tender perplexity as you pout, eyes watering ever so slightly.

“i am, y’know?” he mumbles, hands hidden in his pockets as he waits for you to move. you neatly put away his little gift on the nearest surface and step closer to him, spreading out your arms silently.

sukuna dives in with no hesitation, his own arms closing tightly around your fragile frame, breathing you in as he relaxes into your hold finally, finally not feeling like he’s on pins and needles.

your demeanour doesn’t immediately turn back to normal, but throughout the next day, sukuna tries his best to make it up to you even if it’s a bit later than he should have. you don’t mind, instead choosing appreciating his efforts :))

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ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

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things change slightly in the weeks that follow. 

according to your mom, who called you very upset on a tuesday afternoon, your dad had apparently decided to stay in town until the end of the month – and on very strict orders from sukuna and possibly any shred of self-preservation that you had in you – you weren’t going to be going back until he was gone for good. 

messages from sammy were few and infrequent, except for whenever she got drunk – something she very clearly got from your mom. always the same message, deeply apologetic and regretful, and it somehow was very slowly melting whatever it was that happened at the funeral. 

or it was just one of those things. 

she was your sister – she was blunt, a little harsh at times, but well meaning. or at least trying to be. but she was still your sister and for some reason, you were just going to get over it, in the real way, without thinking twice. 

but you do realize that it was too naive to think that years of butting heads and stepping on each other’s toes wasn’t going to go away just because you had decided to be friends and sang kumbaya while buying lingerie. 

that much should have been obvious though, since sukuna and yuuji had done their version of that years prior, and yet still had the meltdown they did a few months ago. it was always one of those complicated things you figured – growing up in the same house, being competition, stuck in admiration or hatred. 

the family business, one that sukuna and yuuji both refused to ever be a part of, has fallen at the seams. and while sukuna has no intention of ever working there – much to satoru’s delight – he’s fixing the mess of the finances that were left behind for all of the employees and the stipends that he were going to help his mom. 

meaning he has to go back to town. the town that you refuse to return to for the time being. and he won’t let you accompany him.   

and it’s in the week that he disappears that you wonder if you’re starting to be too codependent. if it’s normal for you to miss someone this amount, to worry about him so much, to the point where he occupies your every thought. 

he tries to call when he can. sometimes they’re a few in between because you know that he’s spending time with his mom, that he doesn’t like being home, that whatever it all is – it’s stressful and he hates it. 

your mom sends you a picture of him once in a while. sometimes you stare at it for a little too long. 

“hi sweet girl. how are you?” 

his voice sounds tired over the phone, the smallest hint of a rasp tinged in with the strained tone. 

“i’m okay, ryo. how are you?” 

sukuna can feel his heart sink at the nickname. at the fact that you use nicknames, terms of endearment, and he hasn’t heard them in days. 

“good, good. are you getting ready for bed?” sukuna asks. 

“yeah.” 

there’s a quiet beat. maybe you should have been more descriptive than that. that was a little flat. 

“is that fucking gel cat strawberry in the spot next to you?” 

you smile. 

“it’s a jelly cat. and yes, it is.” 

“enjoy it while it lasts. i’m going to throw it out the window when i get back.” 

“you’re so rude.” 

he laughs over the line and you can’t help but sigh before immediately regretting it. 

you wonder if he sleeps well. or if he laughs often with the moms or if he’s just run in different directions trying to make sure they’re all okay. 

“oh don’t break my heart, now. you miss me, sweetheart?” he murmurs. 

you can tell by the tone in the voice that he’s trying to coddle you. you almost want to give in just to hear him sweet talk you down. 

“yeah. gets real scary here without you.” you joke

“is that right?” 

“not actually. but you know like right before you go to sleep and the house creaks? i panic for one second and then decide that i should send a prayer out to the universe so i don’t die before falling asleep.” 

“always one for the dramatics.” 

“i know. i’m sure it always creaks but i’ve always shared a room – either with sammy or with mai across the way who was always blasting music. and you snore, so i never even not–” 

“i don’t snore.” 

“yes, you do.” 

“no, i don’t.” 

“i will admit. while it does take me some time to fall asleep, i’ve never slept so soundly with you gone. it’s so serene.” 

you know for a fact that sukuna’s rolling his eyes on the other side of the line. 

“wow, sweetheart. i should just do you a favor and stay here longer then.” 

“every night i wake up in a panic without you! i’ll never sleep again!” you joke. 

sukuna laughs. 

“that sounds about right. but really…i…i’ll be back soon, okay? i don’t like being away for so long.” he murmurs quietly. 

you frown. 

“don’t feel bad. you know you have to be there.” 

“i don’t feel bad. well, maybe i do a little but i mainly just fucking miss you.” he mumbles. 

you smile. 

“sap.” 

you pause. 

“i miss you too, you know?” 

“i was waiting for that. give me a little more.” he responds. 

you smile. mainly at the fact that he expresses what he wants so openly. or that he misses it just as much as you do. 

“i miss you a lot. it feels so weird to sleep in our bed without you that i fall asleep on the fold out couch.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“you mean you fall asleep watching tv and don’t move because i’m not there to pick you up?” 

“yeah, more like that.” 

sukuna laughs. 

“sleep in the guest.” 

“ew. it smells like yuuji and megumi’s cologne. and while they smell great, i don’t like smelling like them when i wake up.” 

“does our bed smell like me?” he asks. 

“yeah but i prefer the real thing so i sleep on the couch. i refuse to elaborate.” 

sukuna gets it. 

“i’ll be back soon, okay? i’m almost done and then…then i’m running back to you, alright?” he whispers. 

“okay. i do have something planned this weekend for your birthday, but don’t stress about it. it won’t be anything big.” 

sukuna pauses. 

he forgot that his birthday was coming around. 

he would be lying if he was saying that he wasn’t looking forward to it. he supposes that he was your opposite in that way. since no matter what it was, the circumstances good or bad, your birthday had been soured so bad that nothing could make it good – not even him. 

he didn’t blame you. or even take it personally.  

but he couldn’t relate. because he knew you – and it wasn’t arrogant of him to assume that you were going to go all out, no matter the circumstances. not only did you have a bad habit of leaving tabs or notes that were very clearly labeled gift ideas out in the open, but he knew that you would do something special for him, that he’d get to chart in all of the cherished memories that he had with you. 

it would be another sour patch of his that you’d sew right over, with careful and steady hands. but with every milestone that he thought of now, it was bittersweet. 

first birthday with you. first birthday without his dad – not that it really meant much in the first place. 

“no parties.” sukuna clarifies. 

“no, it’ll actually be just you and me. and i think you’ll like it, you–” 

“i’ll love it.” 

you smile. 

“i love you.” you state. 

he’s quiet on the other side of the line. 

“sukuna?” 

“i want to say it back but the moms are staring at me.” he mumbles quietly.

you smirk. 

“say it.” 

“no.” 

“you’re going to let me go to bed without an i love you?” 

“i’ll text it to you.” 

“ryomen sukuna. tell me you love me.” 

sukuna sighs. 

“i love you. call me if you can’t sleep, okay?” 

you can hear giggling in the background. and you’re sure he’s three different shades of pink. 

“i will.” 

--

not even an hour later, yuuji is standing on your doorstep – with a peachy smile and a bag slung over his shoulder. 

“yuuji? you–” 

“sleepover!” 

he walks past you and falls straight onto the couch, placing his bag next to him as he reaches for the remote. you quickly shut the door and take the spot next to him, watching as he starts shuffling through the movies, so cavalier about barging in so late and unannounced. 

“do you always show up to people’s apartment’s unprovoked with all your things?” 

yuuji smiles, reaching forward to flick your forehead. 

“no, just for you.” 

“figures.” 

you watch as he flits through all of the movies, nestling his head into your shoulder, as you return the gesture and lean your cheek against his. it takes two seconds for you to figure it out. 

“did he call you?” you ask. 

“he did. said some weird stuff about tables and carrying stuff. pretty sure he was just asking me to keep you company, which don’t mind if i do.” yuuji responds. 

you smile. of course. 

“i made one half joke about how i don’t like to sleep alone and he sent you running.” 

“isn’t that sweet? i can tell he’s been thinking about you a lot.” yuuji responds. 

you lean back, giving him a confused look. and you can tell by the look on his face that he knows exactly what you’re trying to get at, but pretends otherwise. 

“what? it’s sweet! he asked me to come take care of you.” yuuji clarifies. 

“since when do you find him sweet? no lecture about how he thinks i can’t handle things on my own?” 

yuuji scoffs, before pressing on the princess diaries. 

“you can’t take care of anything on your own.” 

“what a vote of confidence.” you deadpan

yuuji sighs, as you watch the movie start, and both sink deeper into the couch. a telltale sign that you realize both sukuna and yuuji have – one that you deeply appreciate – is that they’re always careful with their words. 

the opposite of sammy really, of your dad too. they won’t talk until they know whatever they’re going to say is something they mean. 

“you can take care of things on your own. but i like that being with him means that you don’t have to sometimes. for both of you.” yuuji states. 

you smile. 

“i like that too. it’s a nice change.” you respond. 

“i’m really sorry, y/n.” 

“i know.” 

yuuji swallows hard, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie before he turns to your side, your limbs now a tangled mess of being criss-crossed as he leans forward. 

“really. i’ve been so shit to you when this is all i’ve ever wanted for you.” 

“it’s okay. this…this stuff is really complicated for you and…” 

yuuji shakes his head, before looking down at your joined hands, fingers interlocked together. 

“this isn’t any excuse but…but…” 

yuuji sighs. 

“when sukuna came back, i thought he was really different. i mean, he was really different. i don’t know what you noticed, but he came back softer. he always gave me my space and let me come to him and we were working back through all of our stuff together.” yuuji starts. 

you’re not sure if you noticed a difference after he came back. he always seemed the same as always – a little withholding, like he was keeping you at arms distance. though, that seems to make more sense to you now. 

“but he’s still the brother i grew up with. there’s still things that i’m sensitive to, that…that i can’t get over.” 

you feel a pang in your chest. 

“i get that. you know…i kind of get that with sammy sometimes.” 

yuuji frowns. 

“yeah?” he whispers. 

you can feel the bitter contempt in your chest lingering. 

“i don’t know. i thought things were going well but…sometimes it’s just the same things as before. she’s just…always brushing me off. so harsh with her words. sometimes i think about the funeral and i’m glad sukuna’s not here just so i can lock myself in here and be alone.” 

you shake your head. 

“it’s like she’s picking at a scab. it’s the one thing i don’t want her to do and it’s the one thing that always happens. and she’s the only person who has that power in the first place, who…who gets to be that sore spot. and i know that it’s just how it is and it’s complicated but…” 

“but you can’t.” yuuji finishes. 

you shrug. 

“you were my scab.” yuuji states. 

you curl your nose in disgust, looking up to find the same expression mirrored on his face before you both laugh. 

“real cute.” 

“i mean…my thing with sukuna was that he was always better than me in every respect. that…that everything he did was perfect, that…that he was born normal and i wasn’t.” 

you cringe. 

“you are normal, you..” 

yuuji smiles. 

“i know i am. i just mean in my head, i always figured things were so easy for him. school was easy, sports were easy. he liked girls – he’d never have to sit there and debate if he was ever going to meet someone who liked him and when if he did, he wouldn’t have to give up his entire family for it.” 

yuuji pauses. 

“you were my best friend. you are my best friend. you’re my thing that’s always been easy. we don’t really fight, spending time with you never gets old, and…and really, you’re the only person i’ve known will always be around.” 

you smile. 

“it just felt like another thing he was going to be better at than me. and it’s selfish, but it was something i didn’t want to share. and i don’t expect you to get it, but…” 

you scoff. 

“don’t expect me to get it? you’re forgetting that i was the one who had to learn how to share you first. and maybe i didn’t say it out loud, but…i had some evil monologues for megumi that i was cooking up in my head.” 

yuuji laughs, almost like he’s relieved. 

“really?” 

“trust me. there was an entire basis behind the petty comments that i was making. i should have been more open with it but…but i don’t hate you for feeling that way. if anything, it makes me kind of happy, i guess. it did feel like you forgot all about me once you guys started dating, but…it’s nice to know you feel that way still. about me. even if it was annoying.” 

you pause. 

“you and i are special. and i can’t speak for you, but…sukuna’s never going to be what you are for me. i love him, but you…you’re not someone who could ever be replaced.” you affirm. 

yuuji smiles. 

“and megumi isn’t what you are for me either. he’s the love of my life. but you’re always going to be my soulmate.” 

you smile, rolling over the word in your head. soulmate – you and yuuji were soulmates. and he leans forward, placing his hands on your shoulder and squeezing. 

“now go on. tell me about him.” 

“what?” you ask. 

“i know you want to tell me about how happy you are. how it makes you feel. and i want to hear it. just refrain from talking about like how big his dick is or whatever and i’ll be fine.” 

you smile. 

“really? you mean it?” 

yuuji smiles back. 

“i’ve unfortunately heard the entire story of what that asshole was doing to you after the fact. it would make me really happy to hear how happy you are now.” 

you lean back on the couch and explain it all to him – french toast, bridgerton mugs (which he winces at when he remembers sammy broke them), emails, his coworkers, kisa, and everything in between. 

you don’t hear the apartment creak at night when you go to bed – instead it’s his labored breaths next to yours. 

--

sukuna makes it back early in the morning to find yuuji making breakfast in the kitchen and what he knows is you facedown still dead asleep in the mound of blankets on the couch. he gives yuuji a noncommittal wave before walking over to the couch and bending down at the side. 

sukuna can’t help but reach forward, brushing his back of his fingers against the softness of your cheek before tangling your hair away from your forehead. he can smell the remnants of the shampoo in your hair, your lips still a glossy pink from the balm you put on at night. 

“wake her up. give her a kiss.” yuuji whispers, now standing at his side. 

“are you crazy? she’s sleeping.” 

sukuna shakes his head, reaching forward to press a kiss to your hairline, before the two of them shuffle back to the kitchen. sukuna settles for a cup of coffee as he watches yuuji make the mix of french toast, the stillness hanging in the air between them. 

“dunno. if it were me and i went days without seeing megumi, i’d wake him up right away. why deprive myself of love and affection?” 

“you should deprive yourself more often. i’ve seen you two kiss far too many times. heard the words gumi bear way more than i’d like to.” 

yuuji snorts. 

“was she happy you came?” sukuna asks. 

“yeah. doubt she heard any of that creaking or anything she was telling you about since we were talking the entire time.” yuuji responds. 

it’s a small breath of relief – that sending yuuji was the right move – only to be coupled with guilt. 

sukuna hadn’t had time to check in on yuuji. 

“what did you talk about?” 

yuuji grins. 

“you.” 

yuuji looks over at him, grinning at him fully this time. 

“special edition bridgerton mugs? twilight themed emails? who knew you were so fucking corny? and that you watch bridgerton?” 

sukuna can feel his cheeks heat up, as he rolls his eyes. 

“she loves that shit. she made me watch it.” 

“no, she didn’t. she told me that you had watched it already and that your favorite season is the first one? not only are you a liar but you have god awful taste.” 

“let me guess. you like kate and anthony, like every other person on the fucking planet?” 

yuuji rolls his eyes. 

“everyone likes it for a reason. it’s perfect.” 

the two of them glare at each other, before giving up, and letting the same stillness take over. it’s not exactly uncomfortable, but there’s something lingering there – the two of them are stuck in their own heads about how they’re going to approach it, and more importantly, who is going to do it first. 

it’s yuuji. 

“the mugs thing is sweet. i’m sorry sammy broke them.” 

sukuna shrugs. 

“i’m bidding on ebay. no big deal.” 

yuuji notes that he responds to the second part of the statement and not the first. 

“i like that you do nice things for her. she really appreciates that you do.” yuuji repeats. 

 sukuna sighs. 

“did she say that?” 

yuuji smiles. 

“all that and more. she really loves you.” 

sukuna lets his eyes wander back to the couch, settling back into how foreign the apartment feels from being away for so long, and trying to let it all come back to him – how it was before he left things, how the two of you were. 

he’s scared he’ll do it wrong. 

“I’m really happy for you too. she’s exactly what you deserve.” yuuji states. 

it’s a weird sense of deja vu that sukuna gets – of the very first night. that loud bar, the mildew smell in the bathroom, and your tear streaked pink face. of the very first time that it occurred to him that there were people who had upset you, who had let you down, and that maybe he was the only person who was good enough for you – because he was the only one who intended to give you what you deserve. 

that he got to reap the goodness of the sweet love when he knew for a fact that he’d always be one to give it back to you, no matter how he was. that he was exactly what you deserved – maybe the only person who was because of how much he loved you. 

“what?” 

yuuji takes a beat. 

“were you expecting the opposite?” yuuji asks. 

“do you blame me?” 

yuuji shakes his head. 

“i am really happy for both of you. but i wouldn’t lie if i said i was more happy for you. i’ve known her a long time – and i’ve always wanted her to have someone who saw her for how special she is. and i always knew that it would happen, it was just a matter of time.” 

yuuji continues. 

“but i’m more happy for you. i had no idea that you had liked her for that long. i only now realize that the only person you could be that open with is her. and well…i don’t fucking know. shit sucked when we were kids. maybe for all of us, but for you the most. i know she loves hard. and i mean it, that’s what you deserve after everything.” 

there’s a lump in sukuna’s throat. he wants to tell yuuji everything – about why he left, about how him being around made it easy for him for a long time, how there was a time where he didn’t think he was going to live past twenty and now he’s reaching yet another birthday on the weekend. 

“i spent my entire life thinking i’d never get to be in love. and i’m not sure if that’s what you thought – but i know you weren’t ever thinking you’d get the girl of your dreams, and that on top of that, that it would be perfect. but really. it’s nothing more than what you deserve, sukuna.” 

but all he does is give him a nod. yuuji’s smart enough to parse what it means – that in the long rambling that he heard last night – he knows he has to learn how to read the silences, the quiet cues. 

“it means a lot to her that you came around.” sukuna starts. 

sukuna clears his throat. 

“and to me too.” he finishes. 

yuuji smiles. 

“and i suppose i should thank you. i always said she was like family to me, but it’ll be nice to tell people she’s actually my sister in the future.” yuuji responds, before squeezing his shoulder. 

sukuna smiles. 

“do you really let her call you ryomen?” yuuji asks. 

“yeah.” 

“thought you hated that name.” 

“i did.” 

there’s a reason that he went by sukuna. because every time that he slipped, he’d hear that godwful venomous voice, of his father telling him that he had given him such a special family name – and that sukuna had done nothing to deserve it. 

sukuna vividly remembers when he was a kid, when he used to beg everyone around him to call him sukuna, correcting them until they virtually forgot that his name was ryomen in the first pace. 

sukuna can feel the dryness in his throat, accompanied with a burning wetness in his eyes. yuuji makes no comment about it. 

“she just says it with so much love.” 

sukuna pauses, trying to will away that rising wave of emotion that was simmering in his chest, and put it away for the time being. 

“what did she get me for my birthday?” sukuna asks. 

yuuji nods. 

“she’s taking you on a weekend trip. a few cities over. she said there’s some cherry blossoms in season and that there’s a few museums that she wants you to see. figured it would be a nice rest for you given everything that’s been going on.” 

sukuna sighs, only because the wave comes back in full force. 

to be loved is to be known. 

clear cut proof that you had heard him loud and clear, when he had bared his soul to you. and not only that, but had known well enough that whatever was stewing in his head was getting dangerously close, maybe the closest it had been in years, to the edge – and that you had every intention to pull him back in the way he had pulled himself out in the first time. 

“is that good?” yuuji asks. 

“it’s perfect.” sukuna responds, before giving him one last nudge. 

sukuna decides that he won’t deprive himself. and instead leans forward, pressing his lips against yours – and pleasantly surprised when you smile right back at him in your sleep, his name honey on your lips, as he sinks into your arms. 

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an: kind of filler again. sorry. apologies. also two more of this fic before it's done :O

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⠀⠀𓋜 warnings : fem! reader. ōral [f receiving]. vouyerism. tongue piercing. hair pulling. penetration. degradation. [.1k]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" demons posted all around me. "

streetracer getō . . . would enjoy having you by his side at every race. every meet. every presentation. all of it. he’d want your full attention on him at all times. no room for any other man. so , the moment another racer approaches you , he’d make sure it was the last. he’d have a few fingers slipped right into that pulsing cunt of yours , sliding in and out with the guidance of your own slick. legs would feel like complete jello , face as heated as a texas summer. despite being in an entirely vulnerable position , getō proceeded with his action , not a single care whether people saw or not. at least now when men approached you , your first instinct was to crash your lips onto his own ; grins spreading.

streetracer toji . . . would bend you over any surface he could , not a single care where you were. seeing his woman the designated mechanic for his crew earned you a few stares and winks from time to time , his crew mates unbeknownst to toji’s antics. it was no help that you always wore a pretty little skirt beneath your tool belt. fighting moans was a lot harder than switching out an engine , toji made sure you knew that. each time his thick base bottomed out against your ass , his grip along the top of your head would tighten. your gummy walls sucked him in with every rut , veins raking against them and alluding your pathetic whines and groans. hoarded voices whispered against your ear each time his tip kissed your cervix , eyes rolling all the while he prodded his snarky comments about your attire.

streetracer sukuna . . . would get a kick out of having his mouth wrapped around your clit , head delved between your legs whilst you struggled to keep focus on the track cams ahead. broad arms would be wrapped diligently around your plush thighs that dared to squeeze around his head. if not for the brute hold he had on them , he’d sure to be suffocated. which , he didn’t rather mind. to be quite honest, every passing moment that bystanders walked past your car , it took everything in you not to push him off. the only thing barricading him from the public eye being your opened passenger door. though , sukuna didn’t mind regardless. he’d rip the damn door off himself if he had to. it didn’t matter.

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