#sukuna x black reader

[mojifushiguro]

sukuna was sprawled lazily across the end of the bed, on his stomach, snoring loudy.

you were balled up in the sheets, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about whatever.

your daughter on the other hand–stood in the doorway with her small blanket and teddy bear replica of her daddy.

she rubbed her eyes with her tiny hands, whimpering a little as she made her way over to your bed with small steps.

as she inched closer to the bed, she blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.

she looked at you, then sukuna before crawling into the bed.

her body being so light, neither you, nor sukuna could feel the small weight shifting under her hands and knees.

she sat on her knees, putting her teddy beside you.

maybe you'd wanna cuddle the tiny version of her daddy since you two weren't cuddling right now.

she then looked at sukuna, whos muscles flexed under the way he laid.

his arms were under his head, some strands of hair over his face, always picturing him as big and strong.

she used her tiny index finger to poke his cheek.

"daddy?" she whispered, leaning in closer to sukuna.

sukunas snoring grew lighter.

thats how she knew he was waking up.

sukuna's a very heavy sleeper, but not when it comes to his daughter.

he grumped, raising his head with his eyes still closed.

"what, child?" he mumbled, barely awake.

he then looked at his daughter, who had a shy look on her face.

"im cold." she said softly, looking away and clamping her small hands together.

sukuna blinked, squinting. "you came in here... and woke me up... 'cause you're cold."

the little girl blinked back, her lips slowly curling into a shy smile.

sukuna huffed, turning over on his side and raising his arm.

"come on, child." he murmured. "don't do this again."

his daughter smiled excitedly, still holding her blanket close to her as she crawled under her fathers muscular arm.

with slow, lazy blinks, sukuna adusted her blanket to where it covered the small of her body, and then rested his arm lazily across her.

"sleep." he mumbled, laying his head on just one of his arms now.

his daughter closed her eyes, but something was missing.

"daddy?"

"...offspring."

"i dont have my pillow."

"i dont care."

there was silence.

sukunas eyes peeled open again as he felt his daughter sit up on her stomach and look at him with raised brows.

sukuna groaned, turning over on his back and outstretching one of his arms while the other flung over your leg.

his daughter happily crawled on his chest, and sukuna rested his arm across her, finally closing his eyes once more.

"don't wake me up again." he grumbled, taking a deep breath that made her giggle as she felt her whole body rise and fall.

though, he knew it'd happen again.

because she did it every week.

"night night, i love you papa." she yawned, closing her eyes.

sukuna hummed, letting a couple seconds pass until he heard her small snores.

just like her daddy.

"love you too, child."

[daydreamvalley]

Love Island JJK version but it's just Gojo being a menace on the villa. Almost getting kicked off the show every voting period because he's scared of committing. Being veryyyy loud in bed with his partners.

Sukuna being very Ace-coded & plotting to get Gojo kicked off by manipulating everyone to vote him out. Eventually getting voted out for getting into a tussle with Gojo. It started out as a childish pillow fight then it got dirty for no reason. Some unresolved resentment.

Toji hopping to any popular female contestant for the money. Using Megumi to gain sympathy. "Mommy? Mamacita?"

Geto being voted out early since he was too nonchalant & not attracted to any of the girls...

Nanami placing a pillow between him and every female contestant in the bed (except with you). Winning because...he just stands on business like that.

Yuji or Mahito being the commentator!!! lmfao can you imagine what they'd say.

[tojisteddy]

It’s nap time in Sukuna’s palace.

Well, it is for you.

You had a quick lunch before the king called you over, as he usually does when you’re gone for too long in his eyes, he’d call you for such mundane things. Which you didn’t mind, as long as he was neutral towards you, you had no issue.

“Pet, get that book for me.”

“Pet, tell Uraume I won’t meet anyone else today.”

“Little one, come sit in my lap.”

“Get the bath ready, little human.”

“Pet, fetch us a snack and feed me.”

But today was so different. You’d been sitting with him on the engawa, the spring breeze hitting you both while the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, gently kissing your skin in such a warm manner. The soft hum trees swaying and one of the other servant practicing music in the distance. You sat in seiza, ready to be there at his beck and call, but your eyes kept closing. You’d catch yourself every time you’d feel yourself drifting off. You rubbed both your eyes, letting out a small but disgustingly adorable yawn.

All of which, Sukuna watched as he leaned on the banister, undisclosed plans in hand. Such a pretty little thing he had in his presence. Who would have known humans would make such good pets to have. He’s sure it’s just you, the other servants and clans were full of bastards. He thought, a cute human that looks to him with those pretty brown doe eyes before acting upon anything. Always attentive.

Good pet.

Humans must sleep, no? They need a nap after eating. He’d read about it in passing, somewhere. Humans fell tired easily. Or was that about babies? Never the less, you were the same, right?

“Pet,” you immediately sat up, the sleep filled daze leaving your eyes and you stared up at the muscular God. You shifted a bit, feeling your legs falling asleep on you.

“Come take a nap for me.” He simply lifted his index finger, beckoning you over. You hesitated, eyes weary. He always called you for such interesting things. Things he’d never done for the other bed maids. “I must be ready for your call, my lord.”

He scuffed, one set of arms folding over his chest, “You do as I say, do you not?”

“I-I do my lord.”

“Don’t be a brat. Come.”

You internally sighed, crawling over because you couldn’t fully feel your legs. A ghost of a smirk danced on his lips, the yukata you had on giving him a glimpse of your beautiful breasts. He grunted when you sat in his lap, his arms immediately going around you to pull you closer. You instinctively curled into him, your head on his large chest. this was your one and true spot. With a cursed God, relaxing in his lap while he worked.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had shut, muttering the last thoughts on your mind, “mm- p-please call me if you need anything my lord.”

Sukuna hummed, on hand patting your back while soothing you into a nap, what a good little pet.

“Of course, little one.”

a/n: Sukana and his little pet human🥺

[dairyfaerie]

For @yenayaps ,

Because you have made me fall in love with Sukuna in general….and I never thought I would like him at all.

Should I color this for real or nawwww??

[specialistpinky]

DIOYH: do it on your husband (modern!sukuna x black fem!reader)

a/n: inspired by this lil tikytok from @/trintheweirdo 😏 this is my take on black fem!reader experimenting on modern!sukuna! enjoy~

it’s common knowledge that Sukuna adores, admires, loves you—his beautiful wife. he’s devoted to making you the happiest woman to roam the earth, so he does everything possible to achieve that, even if that means compromising his masculinity to assist you in your newfound hobbies.

a few months ago, you practiced acrylics on him, and the nails turned out beautiful! you posted it on TikTok just for funsies, plus you figured it was a good outlet to showcase your skills.

what you never expected, though, was for the video to skyrocket into virality.

currently, the video sits at 4.5 million views, nearly a million likes, and tens of thousands of comments. you aren’t too thrilled about the latter part for obvious reasons.

but you’re happy your skills are gaining traction. despite the comments irrelevant to the video, you received plenty of positive feedback.

you decided, why not go all out and show the people more of your skills, yes?

you make sure your phone is recording and test the clip-on mini microphones. you turn to your husband, who’s sitting with his arms folded and a scowl on his face, his attempt to manspread on your vanity chair failing because it’s much too small for that.

you flash him a knowing grin, walking over to him and clipping on his mic. “why so mopey, baby?”

he growls low in his throat, his upper lip curled.

“i don’t understand why i have to be your little fuckin’ guinea pig for this,” he grumbles. you see the faint pout on his lips despite his hostile expression. “shit ‘s fuckin’ stupid.”

“uhhh, because you’re my husband, and you wanna make me happy by being involved in the stuff i like, right?” you ask like it’s obvious, clipping on your microphone onto your baby tee.

“why can’t you do this shit on your own head?” he retorts, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows.

you match his expression. “baby, i already explained to you that it’s easier to work on someone else’s head.”

“so, why not one of your friends?”

you suck your teeth and reply, “they’re all at work, Kuna.”

“what about Uraume?”

“they work today, too. i called them and—tch! man, why do i have to explain this to your ass? all you gotta do is sit your pretty ass in that chair and let me work!”

he uncrosses his arms, gesturing angrily. “but i’ll look like a little bi—!”

“aht, aht!” you scold, wagging your finger at him. “don’t finish that sentence. you know better. i’m not one of your little fuckass friends who think it’s cool to call women bitches and females and allat.”

you jab his forehead with your index finger, leaving a crescent-shaped imprint from your nail. he snarls, snatching his head to the side. “just hurry up, woman. i have places to be.”

you suck your teeth and hit him in his shoulder. “motherfucka, you ain’t got nowhere to be! it’s your day off.”

you wave him off and walk over to adjust the tripod.

“i’m leaving that shit in, by the way,” you say over your shoulder, not waiting to hear his response before you back up and start your intro to the video.

“hey y’all, it’s your girl—the best in the west, dressed to impress, and keeping these bitches puh-ressed. and today, we are back with another video. i’m gonna be showing y’all how to install a lace front. i have my lovely hubby to style. say hi, baby!”

you move so he’s in frame, and you wave at the camera, encouraging him to do the same. he doesn’t move. he’s as still as a damn rock, glaring at you through the camera.

you slowly put your hand down and hold back the urge to roll your eyes and keep talking.

you yap away about glues and laces and density (what the fuck does density have to do with hair, Sukuna will never ask) while Sukuna listens somewhat. he can’t pay attention too well when your hands are massaging his shoulders, or your cleavage occasionally presses against his ear.

he lets you do whatever you want to him. he lets up pile on product, comb, brush, and yank as much as you need to. when you turn his head for him, he follows. when you tell him to hold something down, he’s pressing on it hard. unfortunately, that comes with questions every two seconds.

“what is that for?”

“why is this shit on my head?”

“how long is this gonna take?”

“woman, why do you stop and explain something every three seconds? just finish this up already!”

at one point, you stop and sigh, hand on hip. you stare at him through the phone and hold your edge brush to his throat like a knife, whispering, “keep asking me questions, and imma chain you to this goddamn chair and make you try on every goddamn lace front i got in this house, the only collection as far as you know i have.”

you stand up straight. “now, can i continue without you interrupting me, sir?”

he doesn’t respond with more than a clenched jaw, so you take that as a green light to continue.

of course, mr. question-and-complain-about-his-wife-having-fun is grumpy now, but you plan to make it up to him afterwards.

“okay, guys, this next step is super important. when you put on the wig, make sure the straps stretch around from the back of your head…”

you show the camera the inside of the unit as a demonstration, then turn to your husband, stretching the unit as far as you can and struggling to fit it on Sukuna’s big ass head.

“would you quit fucking around and put in on—!”

“boy, shut the fuck up! i’m trying—fuck!” you huff, “it’s ’cause you got a big ass head,” you grunt. you give the wig one last tug and secure it properly. you tell him to lift his head up and gently sweep strands out of his face.

“you should damn well by now that nothin’ about me is small, wife. i’m big everywhere. and i mean everywhere.”

you gasp, a hand over your chest and a feigned offended look on your face. you look down at him. he’s lifting his eyebrows suggestively at the camera before looking up at you and throwing you a wink.

you can’t help but guffaw, letting out an embarrassing snort that you may or may not cut out of the video. you cover your mouth, so over him and his bullshit, but you're reminded of exactly why you married him.

“uh uh! you did not just say that.” your eyes widen as his words settle in more. “Kuna!”

“whaaaat? it’s fuckin’ true. my woman would know better than anyone else, yeah?” he says, smirking.

“oh my god, shut the fuck up. you fuckin’ piss me off!” you chuckle, shoving his shoulder. you comb the unit, just messing with it until it looks presentable. “cut this part out, future me. i don’t need nobody else thinkin’ about my man like that.”

his large arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close, his lips grazing your exposed midriff and his eyes directed to yours. “nah, don’t cut that out; keep that shit in. let ‘em know you’re the only woman whose opinion on me i give a fuck about. you’re my wife. that’s all that matters.”

his hand travels down to your ass and squeezes, then swats it, making you yip.

you roll your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “you lucky i love your stupid ass.”

you lean down and give him a smooch, then two more, then five more. a smile spreads across your face. “wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”

you continue the video. “anyway! now, as y’all can see, it takes a little finesse sometimes depending on the size of the head, so if you have a bigger head like my husband here—”

“aye! right here, woman.”

“—make sure your wig density…”

the rest of your words fade into background noise as Sukuna zeroes in on your lips and hands, satisfied with his doing: making you happy.

you tease and brush, glue down and curl the hair, going for those 80s type of curls. after about ten minutes, Sukuna’s getting antsy, slumped over and eyes trained on the camera.

you don’t even need to look at him when you pinch his cheek and tell him to quit mean-mugging the audience.

he watches you grab another bottle, completely tired of the whole thing at this point.

“is that the last thing? we’re done after this, right?” he asks, fidgeting like an anxious child.

“yes, honey, we’re almost done. we’re gonna use some hairspray on the unit to keep the curls in place. Kuna, cover your eyes, please.”

Sukuna complies and cups a hand over his face as you spray the curtain bangs first, then travel to the curls, and finally hit the back of the wig.

you spray a few more spritz for good luck. you gently smooth the middle part down with your hands and smile. “alright, we are all done!”

“finally! i’m fucking sore and hungry as shit,” Sukuna groans, standing up and stretching his arms over his head, his shirt rising and revealing his v-line. you step in front of him to cover his indecency.

he scratches his stomach and yawns, “need some food before i go goddamn haywire.”

“okay, you big baby, we can order something.” you point to the bathroom door and say, “before that, go look in the mirror and see what you look like.”

he instinctively sucks his teeth but doesn’t protest when you give him a stern look.

“okay, fuckin’ fine,” he grumbles, dragging his feet.

you quickly grab the camera and run before he turns the light on so you can capture his reaction.

just as he flicks the switch, you point the phone at him. his face is priceless: jaw ticking, eye twitching, and hands hovering over his head.

“what the fuck did you do to me, woman?” he whispers, digging his hands into and ruffling the wig. you slap his hands away. “baby, you’re gonna mess up the hairstyle!”

“i don’t give a flying fuck! why the fuck do i look like a mötley crüe groupee?”

“so, you saying you don’t like it?”

“man, fuck…” he starts to say but cuts himself off when he turns and sees unshed tears in the corners threatening to spill onto your pouty, quivering bottom lip.

his nose scrunches. he looks back at the mirror and pats his head. “…it’s not that bad. stop being dramatic.”

his attempted compliment makes your crocodile tears dry up. “so, you sayin’ i did good, baby?”

Sukuna lets out a grunt of approval. he continues admiring himself in the mirror and twisting the hair in his fingers.

you snicker and zoom in on him. “oh my god, look, y’all. he feeling himself real bad. period, Kuna! you look good!”

he squints and says in a gruff, hissy tone, “don’t piss me off, woman,” then claws at your phone to push it away. “point that shit somewhere else.”

turning the camera on yourself, you give a thumbs up and a toothy grin. “mission successful, y’all. hope you enjoyed this video on how to install a wig. all products are available for purchase when you click that orange cart below and—”

“quit talking to that damn camera and come take this goddamn rat’s nest. it’s startin’ to itch.”

you sigh and shake your head. “this man get on my damn nerves, so imma go. thanks for watching, and see y’all next time. byeeee!” you throw up a peace sign and smile before covering the camera and stopping the recording.

“okay, video’s done. i’m so excited to edit and see how much attention we get this... time.”

your jaw drops to the floor when you turn to see Sukuna digging his nails through the bald cap, your wig now hanging on for dear life in his tight clutch.

“bruh, what the fuck!” you yell. “not you yanked the wig off like that. and why the fuck you got it crumpled in your hand? gimme that shit.”

you snatch the unit from Sukuna and flick him in the forehead. he doesn’t flinch; in fact, he smirks and scratches harder.

“you were taking too long, so i took it off myself.”

“so you couldn’t wait ten seconds for me to cut the video before you ripped the shit off your skin?”

he shrugs. “ain’t hurt. shit was easy to take off. that glue is weak as fuck,” he quips, walking out of the bathroom but not before he hooked his arm around you and brought you with him.

you slap him in his big burly chest a few times, none of your blows affecting him. you pout again and mumble, “fuckin’ asshole.”

he leans down and plants a fat, wet kiss on one cheek, another on the other, then plants one on your lips.

“sure am. i’m your asshole, woman.”

you two bicker a little about how it went as you get ready to pick up food, arms linked and your head on his chest, telling him how much fun it was to experiment on him. he would never say this out loud, but he enjoys being your guinea pig as much as he protests it.

regardless, you know Sukuna will do whatever you, his beautiful, gorgeous, ambitious wife, want to keep you happy. that even means compromising his feelings and playing as your little dress-up doll for a stupid TikTok.

all in the name of devotion, right?

(by the way, the new video gets double the traction, meaning more women to fend off in the comments. nothing you can't handle, though.)

[merakidoll]

sukuna loved to say “whatcha runnin from” whenever he knew you couldn’t handle it. your face smashed in the pillow while he fucked into you roughly. not a gentle bone in his hips as his balls smacked again your pussy, making your legs shake a little bit more. sex with sukuna was like a rollercoaster. it felt so good, the rush of everything- but in the end you would still scream, saying it’s enough knowing you wanted to ride it one more time. “tell me you love me precious” his rough hands rubbed your back deeping your arch. “l-love y-ya”

your brain was mushy just like your pussy. your nails clawing at his dark satin sheets trying to take some out, but it never helped; in fact it only made him go harder. angling his foot up to push his thickness down your hole more and more. every vein bumping against your gushy walls. cream seeping from where you both connected. “you love who?” this was all a game to sukuna, he loved getting on your nerves. “youuuuuhh fuck!” you ass cheeks clenched together, big silky white globs of cream making a messy on the pretty cock and sheets. grunting, sukunas balls scrunched, his dick jerked, and the smirk on his face only grew.

“don’t know a you baby” his pumps grew weaker but faster. him desperately trying to chase the high. your pussy opened and closed around him. your hiccuped moans making the moment so much pleasurable. and as you screamed his name, his cock filled your pretty pussy with all it had to give.

“i love sukunaa!”

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[ibuprofein]

boyfriend! sukuna x reader

↳ ❝ [tattoo artist sukuna who owns a tattoo shop & his polar opposite girlfriend who loves to visit his shop. reader has a sweet tooth for desserts and sukuna.] ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The soft chime of the bell above the tattoo shop door barely registers over the low thrum of buzzing machines and heavy metal music leaking from the speakers. The space smells like antiseptic, ink, and a touch of weed that clings to the walls even when no one’s smoking.

But the second you step in, the entire vibe shifts.

You’re a vision in a baby pink dress that hugs your curves so well, your glossed lips curved in a smile and arms full with a pink bakery box. Your presence is instant sugar to the testosterone-heavy air.

Geto glances up from behind the front desk and grins. “The cupcake fairy’s back.”

“Someone better marry her before I do,” Choso mutters around a toothpick, already reaching for the box you’re carrying.

“You’re all ridiculous,” you laugh, handing it off as Maki leans against the wall with arms crossed, eyes scanning the label.

“Sukuna better be on his knees for this,” Maki says, cracking open the box to reveal perfectly iced cupcakes in flavors she’ll never admit are her favorite.

“Oh, he’ll be on his knees eventually,” you hum with a wink that earns a laugh from Geto and a raised brow from Toji as he walks past.

“He’s with a client,” Geto says with a nod toward the back. “Told us not to bug him.”

“When do I ever listen to that?” you giggle, glancing over your shoulder.

But first—you chat. Leaning on the counter, you joke about the wild Yelp review someone left. You compliment Maki’s new piercings. Let Toji flirt with you for five seconds before you roll your eyes. But your gaze keeps flicking toward the back, where you know Sukuna is working.

Eventually, you excuse yourself, cupcake in hand, and slip past the “Staff Only” hallway that leads to Sukuna’s private room and the small office he barely uses—except when it’s you on his desk.

His voice rumbles behind the closed door as he speaks to the client—low, commanding. The sound alone has you clenching your thighs.

You close the office door quietly and slip inside, alone, heart beating faster as you slide into the leather chair behind his desk.

You spread your legs slightly, the hem of your dress riding up, and lean back.

Your fingers ghost over the hem of your baby-pink thong, and you exhale, letting yourself sink into the dirty thrill of being just a few feet from him. Sukuna hates being distracted while he works, but you aren’t like anyone else.

Your fingers slip under the thin fabric, soft strokes over your already-throbbing clit. You bite your lip, muffling the whimper that escapes, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Your other hand tugs down the front of your dress, letting your tits spill slightly over your push-up bra.

The thought of him seeing you like this, sprawled in his chair with your pussy already slick for him, makes you wetter.

Outside, the muffled buzz of machines continues. Footsteps. Laughter from the front.

You work yourself up in short, teasing pulses—just enough to make your legs tremble, your lips part in silent moans. You keep yourself quiet, just like he taught you, clenching around nothing as the tension builds.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the sound of a door opening down the hall sends a thrill through your spine. Sukuna’s voice. Low, smug. Saying goodbye to the client.

You quickly sit up, fix your top—barely—and push your panties down your thighs. When the door to the office creaks open—

His eyes lock onto you instantly.

Jaw clenched. Eyes dark. He doesn’t say anything for a full beat, just stares, nostrils flaring at the sight of you flushed and panting with your panties around your thighs.

“You serious?” he growls, voice a low, dangerous thing as he shuts the door behind him and locks it.

You bite your lip and look up at him, sweet as sugar. “I missed you.”

He’s on you in a flash.

Sukuna grabs you by the jaw and kisses you hard, grabbing you by your hips next and lifting you on his desk as his hand yanks your thong the rest of the way off. He doesn’t even undress fully—just unzips his pants enough to free his dick, thick and already hard from hearing your soft moans through the wall.

“I’m fuckin’ working, and this is how you behave?” he mutters against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

“I was quiet,” you whisper back, gasping as he lifts your leg onto the desk, opening you up.

“Not quiet enough,” he growls, pressing the tip against your slick hole and pushing in slowly, painfully deep.

You whine, head falling back, one hand gripping the edge of the desk while the other clutches at his shirt—still tight across his chest, muscles flexing as he holds your hips in place.

He fucks you deep and slow, hips rocking into you with practiced rhythm—controlled, quiet, but intense. The kind of fucking that makes your knees weak and your breath stutter in your chest.

You moan into his shoulder, teeth sinking in to stay quiet, while his fingers dig into your thigh.

“Next time you want attention,” he pants, voice ragged against your ear, “sit your pretty ass in my lap and ask like a good girl.”

“But I like being bad,” you whisper, teasing.

He groans—fucks you harder.

Your back arches, toes curling, trying to stay silent as your orgasm builds fast and messy, just from the thrill of it all. Sukuna kisses you through it, sloppy and possessive, swallowing your cries as you cum on his cock.

He follows with a low grunt, burying himself deep, hips stuttering as he finishes inside you, holding you still so not a drop escapes.

When it’s over, your chest heaving, your legs still shaking, he kisses your cheek and grins.

“Leave those panties behind and I swear—”

“You’ll fuck me again later?” you interrupt sweetly, fixing your dress.

His grin widens. “You’re damn right I will.”

You kiss his cheek one last time, slip out quietly while the team’s distracted, and leave your panties folded neatly on his desk.

Just how he likes it.

After the last client staggered out and the team cleared out with lazy waves and half-finished snacks, Sukuna was left alone to close. The scent of antiseptic and faint vanilla frosting still hung in the air—you always left something behind. This time, it wasn’t just the cupcakes.

Your pink panties sat crumpled on his office desk like a souvenir.

He stared at them for a beat. Ran a rough hand down his face.

Groaned.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he muttered under his breath.

By the time he walked through the front door of the apartment, the lights were low and warm. You’d been here for a while already—your purse tossed on the counter, heels kicked off by the couch. Music played softly in the background, something sultry and bass-heavy that matched the way you moved when you emerged from the hallway.

Wearing nothing but his black tee.

No bra. No panties.

Just bare thighs and your sweet face, lip gloss freshly reapplied.

“Took you long enough,” you pouted playfully, padding over to him on bare feet.

Sukuna dropped his keys in the bowl by the door, eyes devouring you as his tongue rolled across his bottom lip.

“You think you can pull that shit at work and not makeup for it later?”

“I hoped you’d make me suffer,” you said innocently, arms looping around his thick neck. “You know I hate being patient.”

His hands were already gripping your waist, sliding down to your ass as he backed you into the wall. That shirt hung just low enough to cover your pussy, but not from him. He lifted the hem, one hand gripping the back of your thigh to hike your leg around his waist.

“You’re real fuckin’ lucky I barely remembered to even lock the shop door behind me,” he growled into your neck. “Been hard all fuckin’ day thinking about how warm your pussy felt around me in that damn office.”

“I touched myself again when I got home,” you whispered, breath hitching. “Right on the bed. Where you like it.”

Sukuna growled—low and rough. His cock was already straining in his jeans, and he didn’t bother dragging it out. He spun you toward the hallway, slapping your ass as you giggled and ran barefoot to the bedroom.

You’d already ripped his shirt off mid run to the room and laid on the freshly made bed. Already lit the candle you knew made him lose his mind.

When he walked in, shirt tossed off, arms thick and veiny from the long day, you were lying on your back, legs slightly parted, waiting.

“Come here, daddy,” you whispered.

He was on you in seconds.

He kissed you hard, one hand fisting in your hair while the other gripped your throat—not too hard, just enough to make your thighs twitch. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he settled between them, grinding his dick against your slick, needy center through his jeans.

“I should make you wait,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel.

“You won’t,” you said with a wicked little smirk.

He pulled his jeans and boxers down in one pull. No warning. No teasing. Just him—filling you in one heavy thrust, making your nails claw at his back as you gasped his name.

The bed rocked. Your legs wrapped tighter around him. His mouth was on your nipples, your neck, your lips—biting, sucking, tasting. His strokes were rough, deep, and unrelenting, like he had hours of frustration to burn through. You took it all, babbling praise and filthy whispers in his ear.

“Been thinking about this all day,” you gasped. “Wanted you to fuck it out of me.”

“You get off in my fuckin’ office,” he growled, “and then expect me to just wait? Nah, baby. You’re not walkin’ right tomorrow.”

He flipped you on your stomach before you could catch your breath, yanking you up by the hips and pulling you back onto his cock. You cried out into the pillows, the sound muffled as he gripped your hair and drilled into you from behind.

Skin slapping. Breathless moans.

The filthy, wet sounds of your soaked pussy taking him.

He leaned over you, teeth brushing your ear.

“Tell me who fucks you this good.”

“You, Sukuna—fuck—you do—”

“Say it louder.”

“You, daddy!” you moaned, sobbing into the sheets. “You fuck me the best—”

He came with a deep grunt, burying himself inside and holding your hips flush against him. You collapsed beneath him, legs trembling, chest heaving, completely spent and marked.

After a moment, he kissed your back. Slowly. Reverently.

He pulled out, looked down at your messy, ruined pussy, and slapped your ass one more time.

“Go clean up,” he said, breathless and smug. “We’re not done.”

You turned your head just enough to smirk at him, cheeks flushed and hair a mess.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You woke up with your legs tangled in Sukuna’s sheets and his big hand resting heavy on your thigh, still possessive even in sleep. Your body ached in the best way—his marks were everywhere. Between your legs. Across your neck. Down your chest. The aftermath of a night spent being ruined twice was still fresh in your body.

But what came after that?

Was always the sweetest part.

He took you to your favorite café that morning.

Not a flashy place—just a cozy little corner shop tucked between bookstores and flower stands, the kind of spot with mismatched chairs, cute plates, and chalkboard menus that change every week. He only came here with you. Wouldn’t be caught dead in this place otherwise.

But when you walk in?

He’s already opening the door for you, palm resting at the small of your back, making sure you get your favorite corner seat—the one with the little view of the window and plush cushions.

You’re wearing a matching knitted set with a soft cropped knitted sweater and your knitted leggings, glossy lips and hair held back with a matching knitted headband, and he’s in one of his black hoodies, joggers slung low, sunglasses pushed up on his head. He looks like he just rolled out of bed. You look like his sunshine.

He lets you order for both of you because you know the menu better, and when the barista lights up seeing you and rattles off the new seasonal flavors, Sukuna just waits—wallet already out.

“Strawberry matcha with oat milk.” you chirp, eyes wide and hopeful. “And the strawberry almond crepe, and maybe… that banana nut muffin?”

“You gettin’ every fuckin’ fruit on the board?” he snorts, tossing a card on the counter. “Fine. Whatever. Load it up.”

He adds an espresso for himself and a croissant he won’t finish but always orders because you like stealing bites. You giggle and thank him, lacing your fingers through his as you wait.

By the time your food comes out, Sukuna’s already taken over the seat beside you, arm slung around your chair and his thigh brushing yours. You sip your matcha like it’s the best thing in the world and make the cutest noise, lips pouty and cheeks puffed as you chew on a bite of your crepe.

Sukuna watches you with something close to worship in his eyes.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he says low, biting into his croissant, “but look at you. All quiet with some sugar in front of you.”

You smile mid-chew, humming like the happiest girl alive. “Mmm, I earned this.”

He huffs a laugh, brushing his thumb under your lip to clean a bit of whipped cream you missed. “Damn right you did. Took me like a champ last night.”

You wiggle your brows playfully, mouth full. “Still sore.”

“Good.”

He leans over to kiss your cheek before pulling out his phone to check his notifications—only to groan immediately.

“Choso sent another picture of a half-finished tattoo on someone who bailed halfway through. Pussy couldn’t take the pain,” Sukuna grumbles.

You giggle again, holding up your cup with both hands. “Maybe he needed a muffin like me.”

“Nah, he needed a better pain tolerance and maybe a spine,” Sukuna mutters. “Maki’s been talkin’ shit all morning too. Said she wants a raise just for dealing with Geto’s playlist. I swear if I hear one more 2000s R&B remix while I’m tattooing someone’s ribs, I’m gonna lose it.”

You almost choke on your crepe from laughing. “Be nice, baby.”

“I’m nice to you,” he says with a little side smirk, then leans in and brushes your hair back gently behind your ear. “Always nice to my girl.”

You look at him, cheeks full, lips pouty from biting into the muffin he broke in half and handed you.

“You’re so cute when you eat,” he murmurs. “All quiet and focused. Like I’m not even here.”

“I’m food-motivated,” you say proudly.

“I noticed.” He chuckles, leaning back just to admire you. “Gotta say though… I like you like this. All full, dressed pretty, sittin’ next to me in public looking like a fuckin’ dream.”

You blink at him, softening. “You’re in a good mood.”

“Because of you, dumbass,” he mutters, reaching over to take a sip of your drink. “Even if this tastes like fruit cereal in a blender.”

You laugh. He steals a bite of your crepe.

You nudge his thigh with your knee, and he rubs it back without thinking—always touching you, always grounding himself through your skin. The chaos of the shop, the headache of clients, all of it fades when he’s got you like this.

Sipping sweet shit. Kissing your cheek. Watching you smile.

And for a guy like Sukuna?

That kind of peace is rare.

But you bring it. Every damn time.

[shawtuzi]

JJK MEN AS: my favorite sexy songs hehe

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ pairing: suguru x reader, satoru x reader, toji x reader, nanami x reader, sukuna x reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: [suguru] possessive!sugu, he’s kinda mean :((, kinda public sex?? they fuck in a bathroom idk man, unprotected sex, rough sex, he gags her w her panties, spanking, some choking, creampie bc DUH, [satoru] pathetic!toru, he’s so down bad but so sweet, oral f!receiving, gojo cums in his pants while eating her out, unprotected sex, backshots, choking, [toji] drug usage (weed) oral m!receiving, needy!reader, throat fucking, he’s kinda rough, riding, biting, and you guessed it…a creampie!!, [nanami] shibari, use of a vibrator, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex, prone bone position, creampie, baby makin’ sex, [sukuna] i made him nice in this, public sex (nobody can see them), sex on top of a car, unprotected sex, semi rough sex, he pulls out!! shockingly, oral f!receiving, choking, squirting anddddd i think that it about it!!!! wc: 6.5k

a/n: i do NOT condone all the unprotected sex in this!!! yall better be safe 🫵🏽/// mdni boarder credit: @cafekitsune

SUGURU GETO: haunted- beyoncé

‘my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets. i know if i’m haunting you, you must haunting me.’

“s-sugu,” you mewled against the man’s lips, hissing when you felt his hands tug roughly at your hair. suguru brought his hand to your face, pushing on your chin with his thumb to part your lips even more. once he had enough access he wasted no time shoving his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the sweet yet bitter taste of the wine you’d previously been drinking.

he just couldn’t get enough of you.

you and suguru had coincidentally ended up at the same hotel bar, the two of you engaging in a silent battle of who would talk to the other first. it wasn’t until you got up to use the restroom that sugu threw all caution into the wind and followed you, quick to push you against the nearest stall.

“missed you baby, couldn’t stop thinking about you for days,” he growled, bunching up the material of your dress to the tops of your thighs. “how’d you know i’d be here? i w-was waiting on someone,” your lips had the cutest pout, your brows furrowing as you finally got a good look at him.

his pupils were the size of saucers, holding nothing but desire and want for no one else but you.

suguru chuckled, his head tilting back as he laughed. “your little boy toy? i wouldn’t worry about him,” he hummed, cradling your face in his large hands. suguru shoved his ring and middle finger in your mouth, humming in content when you swirled your tongue around the digits. your breath hitched when you felt those same fingers press against your clit, the dull throb from it had suguru’s pants feeling extra tight.

“w-what’d you do to him suguruuu,” you whined, hands reaching out for his broad shoulders to steady yourself. geto didn’t answer, simply done talking about the irrelevant man.

without warning suguru flipped your body, pressing your front against the stall door. his hands gripped onto your hips, traveling up to your breasts to give them a squeeze. “i don’t want to talk about another man, not when i’m about to fuck you stupid,” you heard the clank! of his belt being undone, your heart skipping a beat when you heard his zipper next.

“y-you have no right to interfere with my da—hates!” you felt like the air had been punched from your lungs when he slipped inside your pussy in one go, his teeth biting onto your shoulder to hide his groans. suguru didn’t move an inch, wanting you to feel how much he missed you with each throb of his dick against your squishy walls. his once perfectly styled bun was now almost completely disheveled, his baby hairs tickling the side of your face.

“you feel me honey? feel how much i love n’ miss you?” his voice sounded breathless, boarder line drunk. suguru grinned when he felt the plushness of your ass grind against his front. he’ll take that as a yes.

suguru pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in before slamming back inside of you, his hand slapping against your mouth to cover your squeals n moans. “you really fuckin’ piss me off you know that?” his free hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“you give me the best sex of my life, make me feel like i’m on cloud nine every time i’m with you n’ then you leave me? fuck that,” his forehead fell against your shoulder, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

your eyes fluttered shut when you felt him hit that special spot deep inside you, fat tears welling up in your eyes. you wanted to push him off, tell him to fuck off and leave you alone for good—but the thing about that is you really really didn’t want to. as much as he was an overly possessive asshole no one, and i mean no one could ever fuck you like he could. he had your bodies likes and dislikes down to a tee the first time he ever slept with you and it only got better from there <//3

you heard a small tear, your eyes widening when you suddenly felt more exposed. suguru removed his hand from your mouth, but before you could even get a sound out you felt the soft material of your panties being shoved in your mouth.

“you’re so cute,” suguru pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your face before gripping onto your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts. your hands pressed against the stall for balance, nearly on your tippy toes in attempt to escape his brutal pace. suguru was absolutely mesmerized by the way your ass clapped against his pelvis, a shiny, white sheen of your essence coating his dick.

suguru’s thrusts stopped when he felt your hand tap urgently against his toned stomach. he swiftly pulled out and turned you around, concern swirling in his eyes. “you okay sweetness?” he asked, removing your panties from your mouth, his thumb wiping off the drool on your chin. you bit your kiss swollen lip, nodding.

“i just…wanted to see your face when you finish in me,” your cheeks felt blazing hot as you looked down bashfully. suguru’s nostrils flared, his chest heaving. you were absolutely gonna be the death of this man.

“jump.”

you made quick work to jump in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. he slipped in with ease, the both of you moaning in unison. suguru’s strokes were slow, yet so so deep you swore you felt him in your tummy. “s’good sugu,” your hands were quick to take out the elastic holding his hair up, your fingers combing through the soft locs.

“i know baby, i know. ‘missed you so much, did you miss me?” you wanted to say no, deny him the satisfaction of hearing you say you indeed did miss him but fuck it! you really did miss your sugu.

a particular harsh thrust broke you out of your thoughts, making you gasp violently. “y-yes i did! i missed you so m-much sugu,” you pulled him close by his hair, giving him a bruising kiss. suguru moaned loudly into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he finally began to finish inside of you. his fingers were quick to rub at your clit, his eyes rolling back when you squeezed tightly around him.

your thighs trembled as suguru fucked you through your orgasm, the loud squelching of your pussy echoing throughout the bathroom. “good fuckin’ pussy,” suguru grunted in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of it.

suguru set you down carefully, chuckling to himself when you grabbed onto him for dear life to steady yourself. “you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, picking your ripped, discarded panties up off the floor. he gave you a toothy grin, plucking the garment from your hands and shoving it into his pocket. “mm i know i am, now let’s get outta here your date gave me the keys to the room he booked for the two of you.”

as he ushered you out of the bathroom you looked up at him, your brows furrowing in confusion, “are you gonna tell me how the fuck you found out about him? this date?” suguru chuckled, his hand wrapping around your waist—

“don’t worry about that gorgeous.”

SATORU GOJO: the way- kehlani ft chance the rapper

‘all i do, is stay up all night losin’ sleep over you. all i do, is drive myself crazy thinkin’ bout my baby.’

“i miss herrrr!”

“toru please shut up and focus on the game.”

“but i miss herrr,” satoru’s head fell against his keyboard with a thud! making geto sigh in defeat.

“why don’t you just call her th—”

“i have been! she won’t answer!” satoru felt tears well up in his eyes as he stared at his texts with you. all he saw was blue bubbles from himself, along with ‘read’ at the bottom. he swiped over to the photos app, sighing sadly at his album of pictures dedicated to you.

why oh why were you so precious?

he clicked on a video he took of you while you were crocheting, sniffling at how cute you looked so concentrated on the hat you were making. he swiped to the next; a video of you sitting on top of his stomach, blunt between your fingers as you sang along to whatever song was playing.

“i feel like i’m gonna throw up sugu, i miss her so much,” he continued to swipe through the folder, a whine bubbling in his throat at a certain video. you were out at a club together and while you were grinding in his lap satoru whipped out his phone, flash on and everything, capturing the entire thing. you looked so pretty in that dress. you looked even prettier with it pushed up to your waist while he fucked you from the back.

satoru was broken out of his thoughts when geto spoke up, “just go over there man. the worst she can do is mace you, or like, call the cops.” gojo huffed, his lips puffing up into a pout.

“you’re right m’gonna go talk to her.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“go away!”

you winced when you felt gojo’s body fall against your door, a sound of defeat leaving his lips. “please pretty baby m’so sorry, you know i am!” satoru clutched the flowers in his hand, hot tears brimming his eyes. you huffed, pressing your back against the door. be strong. be strong.

“you missed our date, that’s one date too many! you didn’t even call to let me know! i got all pretty for nothing,” your brows furrowed, a fresh wave of anger running over you. “all to be at home on your ass watching baddies, without me might i add!”

“i’m sorryyyy! i really am just let me in!” his shoulders slumped when he heard you yell back ‘no!’, the pout on his lips deepening.

“y/n…i’m so sorry i forgot about our date i promise it won’t ever happen again. won’t ever let you waste a look on me again i swear. it’s been almost a week and—and i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i c-can’t even play on my pc!”

he’ll admit he probably sounded like the biggest drama queen but these were desperate times! he’s never met a girl that took such good care of his heart the way you did. the way you let him feel every ounce of love and care you had for him with a single touch. my mans down bad mmkay?!

“baby? you still there?”

your hand was already on the door knob before he even finished his sentence, you just wanted to hear him grovel a bit. “yeah m’here,” you muttered, getting on your tippy toes to look at him through the peephole.

“is that food i see?” you mumbled, eyeing the bag in his hands. gojo nodded eagerly, holding the bag up. “spicy ramen with two things of vegetable tempura from your favorite place,” his lips quirked up into a small smile, you could never say no to your favorite ramen.

he heard some shuffling on the other side of the door before you opened it. he could’ve ate you up the way you looked so cute in your fluffy robe….oh wait—

“satoruuuu,” you head fell back against your pillow, thighs shaking against the snow haired man’s head. gojo moaned against your pussy, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he slobbered all over your clit. his large hands wandered from your thighs, to your tummy, to your exposed breasts.

“missed you so much sweetness,” he whispered to your pussy, giving your thigh a sloppy kiss. his hooded, icy blue eyes flit to yours, “missed you even more pretty baby.” before you could say anything back his lips were back on your clit, caressing it gently with the tip of his tongue. his hips ground into your bed, only adding to how overstimulated he was.

“m’gonna cum toru,” you mewled, fighting to keep your thighs open. gojo pulled you closer to his face by your hips, “me too baby, cum on my face.” you had no idea what that meant at the moment but regardless you did as he said, giving him your third orgasm of the night. satoru let out a pornographic moan against your pussy as his own orgasm hit him like a truck, his hips stuttering against the beg as he drank up your essence.

gojo laid his head on your trembling thigh, nipping the twitching skin. despite cumming in his pants he was still hard, painfully hard actually. with shaky hands satoru pushed himself up, his hands running over the silkiness of your thighs. you gasped when you suddenly felt his lips against yours, your cum smearing from his chin onto yours. one thing about satoru gojo; he was the king of sloppy kisses.

“you ready for me beautiful?” he moaned against your lips, his hips now grinding into yours. you nodded and gojo wasted no time ditching his clothes, making quick work to rid you of your robe. you turned your back to him, arching into the bed, giving him a view of your glistening pussy. gojo gave his dick a few strokes before pushing it between your folds, fat, sticky tip nudging against your clit.

“you’re a fucking dream,” satoru slurred, finally slipping into your pussy. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, mouth dropping open at the delicious stretch of him. once he was all the way in, he leant forward a tiny bit, his pelvis smushing against your ass. “t-too deep toru! too de—deep,” you whined, your hand coming back to slap at his stomach.

gojo chuckled, moving back to his original stance, “just wanted you to feel me wayyy in there.” and with that he was locked in—leg propped up on the bed to give you the meanest strokes known to man. your nails clawed at your sheets, pussy gripping onto satoru’s dick like a vice.

“so fuckin’ wet pretty baby,” gojo moaned, teeth clamping onto his kiss swollen lip. how stupid could he have been to almost lose something so so good? satoru wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you roughly against his chest. you turned your head, immediately catching his lips in a heated kiss. his free hand cupped your breast, tweaking at your nipple, making you whine into his mouth.

“missed you so much gorgeous.”

“missed you more toru♡”

TOJI FUSHIGURO: james joint- rihanna

‘i’d rather be breaking things cause we can’t see, we’re too busy kissing.’

“you’re so good at that toji.”

you watched him with hearts practically in your eyes as he sealed up the blunt for the two of you. toji chuckled, leaning down to give your cheek a sweet kiss. “thank you baby, hand me that lighter would ya?” you were quick to reach for the lighter next to you, giving him a dreamy smile as you handed it to him. you weren’t high on weed yet, but you were definitely high on your man.

“alright s’all done, let’s get comfy. it’s your turn to pick a movie gorgeous,” toji laid on his side of the bed, head propped up with one of your squishmallows. you laid on his chest, remote in hand as you looked for a movie. you picked ‘texas chainsaw massacre’ because it was his favorite of course. toji gave the crown of your head a kiss before lighting the blunt, his hand finding purchase on your waist.

as the movie went on you became more high and restless. before you knew it you were running your fingers over the ridges of his abs over his shirt, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. toji was too immersed in the movie to notice your hand was now underneath his shirt, running across his chest and abdomen.

suddenly he felt a tug on the waistband of his sweats. “what’re you doin’ down there,” he chuckled, giving your hip a loving squeeze. you let out a long sigh, sitting up, moving to sit on his stomach. “you just look sooo good toji,” you gave him a dopey smile, running your hands over his pecs. you pressed your forehead against his, “especially when i’m on top of you like this…so handsome.”

toji ran his tongue over his bottom lip, tilting his chin up to let you know he wanted a kiss. you happily obliged pressing your soft lips against his, your hands now cradling his face. you nibbled at toji’s bottom lip, wasting no time to slip your tongue in his mouth once his lips parted. “mm you keep kissin’ me like that n’ we’re not gonna be able to finish the movie,” he mumbled against your lips, grabbing a handful of your ass over your pj shorts.

“fine by me,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. after a few minutes of kissing you began kissing your way down his jaw to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. toji groaned, bucking his hips up into you. you pushed his shirt up, now kissing down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his sweats. “can i? please?” you gave him your best doe eyes, already tugging at the elastic.

“could never say no to you, pull it out for me pretty girl,” toji chuckled, running his thumb over your bottom lip, a groan bubbling in his throat when you started to suck it. you always loved giving toji head when he was high. he a little looser when it came to being rough with you, he didn’t try to hold himself back as much.

that’s how he ended up fucking your throat, head tossed against your plushies while he used you. your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into his thighs as he fucked your throat damn near raw. you gasped wetly when he pulled his dick out of your mouth, smacking the muscle against your lips. “you take my shit so good, i oughta be rougher with you more often,” toji gave you a lazy smirk, tracing his tip over your pouting lips.

“you should…i like it,” you couldn’t help but look anywhere but his eyes as you said it, your cheeks heating up. “you’re so cute,” toji grinned, pushing down on your chin to open your mouth wider. he slowly pushed his dick in your mouth, groaning when he felt the tip of your tongue lick against the underside. you gagged rather hard when he pushed your head all the way down, your nose bumping into his pelvis. tears began to well up in your eyes and you just looked so cute, he couldn’t help wanna take a picture of you.

“look at me,” toji grunted, tugging at your hair. you blinked slowly, looking at him through your lashes. he was holding his phone up, teeth digging into his bottom lip. he warned you of the flash before taking a picture, dick jumping in your throat at just how gorgeous you looked with a mouthful of his dick. your eyes were red n glossy, practically eye fucking the camera.

you pulled off of toji’s dick with a pop! wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before speaking, “lemme ride you.” toji tossed his phone with quickness, his hands already tugging at the waistband of your shorts. you pulled off your shorts, knees settling beside toji’s hips, your dripping pussy hovering over his leaking tip. you slipped his dick in with ease, your pussy hugging his base as you slid down till your ass was snug against his thighs.

toji let out a deep sigh, rough hands settling on your waist. “every time i’m inside it’s like the first time, squeezin’ me so tight baby goddamn,” you whimpered at toji’s words, your hands pushing on his pecs for support to help you ride him. toji grabbed a handful of your ass, eyes flitting to the wet mess between the two of you. each time you slammed back down a squelching sound followed, your wetness dripping onto his thighs and the bed.

“you look so—fuck, so pretty, baby, can’t believe you’re real,” toji chuckled breathlessly, hissing when reached a hand behind you to play with his balls. all you could do was give him a weak smile, your free hand yanking up your shirt to give him a nice lil view of your tits. toji wasted no time cupping your breasts in his hands, fingers tugging at your nipples.

“hah! m’gonna cum toji,” your thighs trembled as you tried to ride him as best as you could, but the way his tip hit that spongy spot deep inside you wasn’t making it easy at all. toji brought one of his hands down to rub at your clit, thumb drawing vicious circles into your sensitive nub. you came with a squeal, body falling limp against toji’s as you rode your high out by grinding into him.

toji couldn’t a get word out before you were smushing your lips against his, whining about how you were ready to go again. “you sure baby? maybe you should take a little breather yeah?” toji ran his hand up and down your back, grinning when you began to protest. “mm well that’s fine but—” he planted his feet into the bed, lips brushing against your ear, “i’m not gonna be easy on you.”

that was more than fine with you.

toji grabbed your ass with both hands before fucking up into you, groaning into your ear when he felt you tug at his hair. you pressed your lips into his once more, toji drinking up each moan that slipped past your pretty lips. “that feel good baby? hm? talk to me, i wanna hear you,” he sucked on your bottom lip, nibbling on the plushy skin. you whined against his lips, the smell of his aftershave making you dizzy.

“feels s’good toji, y-you’re always so good to—s-shit! to me, so so good thank you thank you thank you,” you were babbling at this point, tears brimming in your eyes from overstimulation. it hurt so good you just couldn’t tell him to stop, let alone to slow down. toji hissed when felt your teeth dig into his shoulder, his pace faltering ever so slightly.

“s-shit do that again, you’re gonna make me cum baby, gonna make me cum so fuckin’ hard,” he growled into your ear, giving your ass two harsh smacks. you did as you were told, biting into the same spot on his shoulder, your tongue lolling out of your mouth to caress the mark. toji’s hips pushing into yours one last time, his arms squeezing around you impossibly tight as he emptied himself inside of you.

his orgasm triggered your own, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you creamed his dick. “f-fuck stop squeezing me babe it hurts,” toji let out a breathless laugh, giving your hip a rough squeeze. you shook your head, your nose nuzzling into his neck. “i can’t help it, it feels like im still cumming, like i gotta pee.” toji’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips pulling into a smirk.

“oh really?”

“yeah….why are you smiling?”

KENTO NANAMI: god is fair, sexy nasty-mac miller ft kendrick lamar

‘don’t you know your body been mine? i know you know i know.’

“honey, can i take this blindfold off yet?” kento chuckled, his back flopping against the mattress. it was your guys’ four year anniversary of being married and he had a pretty good idea of what you had planned for the rest of the night.

suddenly he felt a pair of warm hands on the tops of his thighs. “you can take it off now,” he heard you giggle, the warmth of your hands now gone. nanami sat up slowly, removing the blindfold with eagerness. he put his glasses on, his mouth dropping slightly once his eyes readjusted to the light.

you were on your knees wearing a pretty baby pink set of lingerie, there were ropes placed on either side of you. “i was thinking we could try that thing you brought up to me a while ago. i was a little nervous at first but m’ready now, i know you’ve been practicing,” you giggled at the last part, heat rising to nanami’s cheeks. it was true, he had been practicing shibari on himself just in case you showed interest. he’d also been doing extensive research—which usually led to him fisting his dick at the thought of you tied up all pretty like that.

kento got on his knees with you, his shaky hands reaching out to pull you close. “you really wanna do this? you don’t have to just because i want to,” he spoke softly, nudging his nose against yours lovingly. you hummed, bringing your hands up to scratch at his nape, “i promise i do. i think it’ll be really, um, hot being tied up like that,” you gave him a small smile, pressing your lips against his.

nanami had read that for your first time doing shibari with your partner it’s always best to bind them in your favorite sex position—hence why he has your on your tummy. it took some time and a lot of patience but he eventually had your arms tied behind your back in pretty knots, checking every couple of minutes to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“how does that feel?” he asked, gently tugging at the ropes. you tried moving your arms and wrists but they weren’t budging—he really had been doing his research. “feels okay…not tight but, like, secure. keep going,” you gave him a smile of encouragement, resting your head against the mattress once more. nanami gave your cheek a sweet kiss, then another one on your shoulder, and then another one in the center of your back.

“m’gonna do your legs now, i’m gonna connect those ropes to the ones on your arms okay?” he ran his hand over your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “okay ken,” you gave him a verbal answer to put him more at ease and it seemed to work, his body visibly becoming less tense as he looped the ropes around your shins.

kento sat back on his knees, admiring his work with hearts in his eyes. you looked like an angel all tied up for him. “how does it feel pretty girl?” he spoke softly, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“it feels good ken, can you touch me? please?” kento gave your cheek a kiss before getting up, rummaging through his bedside drawer to find the wand he used on you from time to time. “is it okay if i use this?” he asked, holding the wand in front of you, smiling when you nodded. he switched the wand on to the lowest setting, propping it between your thighs to sit directly on your clit.

your breath hitched, eyes fluttering when you felt him push the wand harder into your clit. “is that good baby?” nanami cooed, tracing hearts along your back. you preened into his touch, your nails digging into your palm,” yes ken, ‘feels really good.” you peeped the bulge in his dress pants, your chest feeling heavy at the thought of having him in your mouth. “kenny?” you whispered, gasping when you felt the wand being yanked from between your legs.

nanami was crouching by the bed, concern clouding his vision. were you hurt? were you starting to not like it?

you noticed his concerned stare, immediately reassuring him, “i’m good! i’m okay, i promise! i just, um, well—”

“what can i do for you darling?” his tone was tender as he spoke, thumb caressing your jaw. “well…i just wanna suck you off…” your voice was tiny as you spoke. after all these years of being together, being intimate with each other, he still made you so bashful.

nanami let out a noise of relief, giving your cheek a soft pat. “geez honey, you scared me half to death i thought you were were hurt!” after a sharing a moment of laughter together nanami placed the wand between your legs once more. “if you need me to stop, kick your legs against the bed three times ‘kay? i made the knots on your legs looser just case. don’t want you getting hurt at all right honey?” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your forehead when you nodded.

after turning up the setting on the wand he slowly began to undo his belt, giving you a warm smile as he did so. your mouth started to water when he pulled his dick out, tip leaking and begging for attention.

he didn’t have to say a word because you already knew what to do, your tongue sticking out waiting to please him. nanami let out a deep exhale through his nose when you kitten licked at his dick. he was about to remove his glasses when you suddenly let out a noise of disapproval. “keep them on please…you look so handsome with them on”, your voice was small as you spoke, your wrists struggling ever so lightly against the ropes. kento grinned, grabbing a nearby pillow to place it under your head for comfort, “of course honey, ‘can have whatever you want.”

kento fucked your mouth slowly, relishing in tiny mewls you would let out. your panties were a mess by now, the soft cotton material sticking to your folds. “look at you humping the bed, you’re so cute,” kento smirked down at you, running his thumb over the bulge in your cheek. you hummed around his dick, your hips circling to get more stimulation from the wand. he pushed his hips forward, groaning deeply when he felt your throat constrict around his tip.

you gasped when he abruptly pulled out of your mouth, your brows scrunching together bc why did he do that??

“as much as i love this and you for doing it for me i need to fuck you properly.” he carefully, but swiftly began to undo the knots, kissing your wrists and ankles as he did so. nanami grunted when you jumped into his arms, your lips littering his neck and throat with sloppy kisses. nanami squeezed your hips roughly, not being able to contain himself from peppering your shoulder with kisses. “be rough tonight, i can handle it ken,” you whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

that’s how you ended up on your tummy, head tucked between nanami’s arm and bicep while he fucked you rather roughly. sure, it was a challenge keeping his glasses on like this but it was all worth it to please his wife.

“k-ken why’re you fucking me like that,” you sobbed into the sheets, your legs crossing over themselves in attempt to slow him down. keyword attempt because the second you did that his knee forced your legs right back open. “aren’t you the one who asked for it rough honey? cmon use your words you can do it,” he rasped next to your ear, using his free hand to shove two fingers between your drooling lips.

kento grinned when you whined out an oh so cute ‘i don’t knowww’ over his fingers, your hot tears dripping onto his arm. “that’s right baby don’t think, just lemme think for you,” he gave you a particularly harsh thrust, triggering your long awaiting orgasm. he hissed when you bit down on his fingers, his hips pushing into your ass one last time as he finished inside you.

nanami released his grip, rolling you onto your side before pulling you into him. “that’s was good,” he hummed, caressing your back. you ran a shaky hand down his chest, stopping just above his dick. “lets go again, i have a feeling this one took but you can never be too sure with baby making right?” you nudged your nose against his, your hand now stroking his semi. nanami cupped the back of your neck in his hand, pressing your lips together—

“you’re absolutely right darling.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA: talk 2 u- brent faiyaz

‘if you don’t mind i wanna be the only one on your mind.’

“fuckkk y/n,” sukuna growled in your ear, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. your mouth dropped open, hand slamming down on the hood of sukuna’s car as he fucked you like a madman. you felt sooo much better than he could’ve imagined, pussy gripping onto him so tightly as if you just wanted to keep him there.

he had pursued you a few weeks prior, spitting out more game than you could handle which is how he eventually got you like this. he was just such a smooth talker. you weren’t able to contain yourself by the end of your third date, asking, no pleading with him to take you on top of his car.

“so big ‘kuna,” you whined into his ear, drool slipping from your lips and onto your exposed chest. sukuna pushed you down softly, throwing your legs over his shoulders before pounding into you once more. his teeth nibbled at his bottom lip, his eyes solely focused on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust.

“so pretty,” he rasped out, pressing a kiss to your ankle. as he littered your ankle and shin with kisses he eyes flit to your face, pupils dilating when he saw your fucked out expression. “i-i’m cumming ‘kuna, i’m—” your body tensed as you came with a loud moan. sukuna was only adding to the stimulation, now using his fat tip to tap against your clit.

he didn’t even give you a breather before he was pushing back inside, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. “such a good pussy baby, she’s so wet f’me,” sukuna leant down, capturing your nipple in his hot mouth. you scratched at his nape lovingly, your legs tightening around his waist. sukuna moved onto your other breast, his hand cupping the one he abandoned. he kissed, licked, n sucked all over your breasts until you were writhing in sensitivity, giving his hair a rough tug to yank him off.

sukuna pulled off your nipple with a pop! grinning at you as he gave it one last kiss. his once fast paced strokes were replaced with slower, deeper ones, reaching deeper inside you than anyone you’ve ever been with. “you like when i fuck you like that? hm?” sukuna’s forehead was now pressed against yours, his nose nudging against yours.

you physically couldn’t find it in you to reply, too fucked out to even form a sentence. sukuna wrapped his hand around your throat, applying little pressure, his thrusts stopping completely. “wha? w-why’d you stop?” you clawed at his leather jacket, your hips bucking up into his.

“i asked you a question didn’t i?” his voice was strained as he spoke, your pussy squeezing around him every second. the dull throb of his dick inside you sent shivers up your spine. “yes?” you had meant for it to sound more like a statement than a question, but he gave you some grace, seeing as you already fucked out beyond belief.

his grip around your throat tightened, “so answer me. do you *thrust* like when i *harder thrust* fuck you like that? *really hard thrust* you better answer quickly before i pull—”

“yes! yes yes, i like when you fuck me deep like that! please don’t stop ‘kuna,” your voice was trembling as you spoke, your hands moving to his face to cradle his jaw. sukuna kissed your palm, pulling out until only his tip was in you before slamming back in. your chest arched into his, your already sensitive nipples rubbing against the soft material of his shirt.

“that’s a good girl, now cum on my dick,” his thumb began to rub tight, little circles on your clit, cursing to himself when he felt his orgasm quickly approaching as well. you squealed out a symphony of ‘oh my god’s, you legs squeezing around his waist impossibly tight as your pussy convulsed around his dick. a steady stream of you cum shot out at his lower stomach only egging him on to fuck you harder, deeper.

“goddamn y/n, you’re fucking baptizing me down here,” sukuna’s words were slurred, his eyes feeling droopy as he felt the coil in his stomach about to burst. he abruptly pulled out, jerking his dick until he nutted all over your pussy, smearing his cum around your folds. “don’t do that s’gonna make it even more messy,” you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

“none of that now, cmon lemme see you,” sukuna chuckled, gently prying your hands from your face. he couldn’t help but internally coo at you, your post sex face melting his heart. “you’re so cute, be my girlfriend,” his sudden change of tone caught you completely off guard.

“wh-what?” you sat up on shaky hands, sukuna bringing his hands to your waist to keep you steady. “i said,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your cheek, “be my girlfriend.” you couldn’t help the giddy smile that took over your face, your cheeks heating up. “mm i don’t know, im not quite sure yet,” you decided to tease him a little making him smirk.

“i guess ill just have to be a little bit more convincing then hm?” he kissed his way down your neck, his hands gently pushing you down once again. sukuna began to kiss on the inside of your thighs, nibbling on the soft skin and running his tongue over it afterwards. your thighs shut around his head out of instinct when you felt his breath against at your pussy. you moaned oh so softly when you felt his tongue cup your clit.

the way sukuna had no problem devouring your pussy that was still dripping with his and your cum together had your tummy twisting, itching to jump his bones again. he moaned against your pussy, his brows scrunching when you tugged roughly at his hair. “we taste pretty good together,” the way he looked at your cunt it was almost like he was talking to it (he definitely was).

the car creaked under you as sukuna pushed your knees to your chest, slurping at your pussy as if he were a man starved. you mouth dropped open in a silent scream when you felt him push two fingers inside, instantly curling them. “hah! hah! m’gonna cum again i can’t, i can’t,” you were almost crying at this point, hot tears brimming your lash line.

“yes you can baby, i know you can. been so good f’me all night i know you can make this pussy cum one more time,” the pace of his fingers never faltered as he talked to you, the tips bumping against that spongy spot that had you seeing stars. you’d never experienced an orgasm so hard it had you sobbing, yet here you were thighs shaking violently as sukuna furiously rubbed at your clit, milking your orgasm as much as possible. his chin and the top of his shirt were soaked, but he was as happy as could be.

“‘k-kuna?”

“yes pretty baby?”

“i’ll be your girlfriend ♡”

[mojifushiguro]

sukuna stood with a judgmental frown, arms crossed over his chest, a pout on his lips.

he was staring down at his daughter, who was still just a baby in your eyes, and a tiny demon in his.

you'd had her about two months ago, and lets just say, sukuna still wasn't growing very fond of her.

he squint at her, looking her up and down at she chewed on four of her fingers and kicked her feet in her crib, babbling odd noises.

sukuna scowled.

"wife!" sukuna yelled, jutting his head toward the door so that you could hear him clearer from downstairs.

the baby girl, startled, jumped a little at her fathers voice.

but she started to smile, and giggle.

sukuna squint, and with his arms still folded over his chest, he leaned over the cradle.

"don't laugh at me." he grit through his teeth.

the baby let out a high pitched scream, kicking her feet and going into a laughing fit. sukunas eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

he felt... humiliated.

by his own daughter.

not even half a year old, at that.

"i'm telling on you. wife–!"

"sukuna, please! what do you want?" you peeped your head around the corner, a face mask covering your face.

sukuna gave you an odd stare, planning on saying something about the mask, but being reminded of his bully-of-a-daughter when she giggled again, kicking her feet.

he then point to her with an accusing finger and pout.

"it's looking at me funny." he snitched, keeping his eyes on the girl.

you let out a huff and shook your head, walking over to sukuna and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"she's smiling at you, 'kuna. you amuse her." you smiled, reaching over in the crib to pinch softly at your daughters cheek, making her outstretch her arms and legs with a playful laugh.

sukunas lips toot up in a judgmental manner.

"i don't like that." he grumbled, making you laugh, but he was serious, and offended when you laughed.

"sukuna, just try picking her up and playing with her. maybe talk to her? she's still a baby, so she can't do much on her own but laugh or cry. be glad she isn't crying." you pat his shoulder and forearm, standing on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

he was gonna say something to you as you left the room, but stopped himself, realizing that it probably wouldn't be efficient anyways.

he groaned, looking back at his daughter.

he then tilt his head.

"i don't like your hair." he leaned over the crib, pulling softly at the pink of his daughters hair.

suddenly, she grabbed onto his finger, her tiny hands wrapping around it, and brought it to her mouth, latching on like it was a bottle!

sukunas eyes widened again and he jumped a little, finger still in place.

"wife!" he yelled, the oddly strong grip of his baby girl holding his finger in place.

"what, sukuna?!" you yelled frown downstairs.

"it's biting me!"

[kamospeach]

plot: jjk men as sexy biker boys

content warning: freaky deaky choso per usual, standing, exhibitionism, size difference, big ole meanie sukuna, backshots, degradation, praise, famous cocky gojo, second hand embarrassment warning (i cringed), milking, handjob, old soul nanami, praise, missionary, cunnilingus, jealous toji, angry sex, spooning, choking, super slutty geto, gagging, orgasm denial, cum eating

peachy's yap: do y'all like these type of post for my lil ideas that i could see them all in? i was thinking about doing them all as nerds :P

NSFW BELOW

CHOSO .ᐟ

he's defffff the one whose shy and doesn't show his face if you're not with him. he doesn't even like to stop when he's on his bike. girls flocking over asking what kind of bike it is. he would just smile at them and pray they would leave him alone.

but if you were with him???? oh yeah he'd be a fucking show off doing shit he'd never do alone. stopping everywhere so you could get a better look at him in his slutty black compression shirt. going too fast to scare you then console you in a big bad wolf boyfriend typa way.

or when you both go out on a late night ride and he pulls into an eerily empty parking garage. you get scared and ask him 'are you here to kill me'. to which he responds 'if i wanted to kill you i would have done that a long time ago.' but it was worse than death worse than what you could have imagined.

he would fuck you on his bike in PUBLIC. titties hanging out of your shirt bouncing with every rough thrust he gave you. it was embarrassing being fucked out in public where anyone could see. did i mention you're in a parking garage of a mall. there was surely cameras but choso didn't care he just needed to feel you.

your hard nipples pressed against his back the whole ride. he was taking it out on your poor pussy. you knew he loved your titties, you knew he was an tits man and you still came out with no bra. your hands pushed at his midriff that was now showing since the bottom hem of his shirt was inbetween his teeth.

his large veiny hands gripping your waist forgetting about the bike. he picked you up and began to fuck you while he stood. your wet pussy staining his pants but of course he didn't care. and after you came all over his dick you got on your knees like the good slut you were. sucking him off the rest of the way until he painted your face white with his warm milky cum.

SUKUNA .ᐟ

now sukuna? he was the reckless one swerving in and out of cars. he's got into so many accidents your not even sure how he's still alive. it got to the point that you started hiding his keys around the house so he would settle for taking his car. but today he wanted to ride his bike and he was turning the house upside DOWN about them keys.

your closet looked like a tornado went through it, everything was off the hangers and shoes were thrown out. if you didn't know any better you'd think a nic fein was looking for their vape. you were fed up with his obsession to the bike that you confronted him. yelling out his name and stomping down the stairs.

you demanded he tell you why this bike why such a big deal. he rolled his eyes ignoring you as he searched through the kitchen drawers for the keys. you got in his face yelling at him about how dangerous he was. telling him if he maybe didn't hurt himself everytime he rode the bike you wouldn't care.

when sukuna finally did answer it was with a scoff telling you to just give him the keys. then you broke sukuna's only rule for you, which was surprising since he was a stickler for rules. you cussed at him, which you both promised you would never do to each other. you just got angry and yelled 'don't worry about those fucking keys and answer my damn question'.

you were even silent after your outburst it only made sukuna chuckle darkly. he gave you the only punishment he knew would straighten you up. backshots. not just any backshots, merciless, relentless, never ending, sheet gripping backshots. calling you every name in the degradation book as he gripped your wrist behind your back.

fucking his big dick into your needy cunt your pussy squelching as he called you his bitch, slut, whore, and even his fuck toy. he was pissed that you broke his one and only rule. but after you finished and he bred your sweet pussy he held you praising about how well you did. rubbing your sore muscles, the massage almost as orgasmic as the sex you had before. key word: almost.

TOJI .ᐟ

NOW THIS PIECE OF SHIT would say you can't backpack with him. hell no, no way. say he gets hot or your arms around his waist made him feel like a pussy. so he gave you two options either learn how to ride or miss out.

toji FULLY expected you to miss out since you were even too scared to drive your car. but you proved him wrong by telling him you wanted to learn. and he taught you plus your big brother added in some extra lessons teaching you how to be better than toji, specifically. after learning for a year you finally got your license a week before your birthday.

so what did toji do? he bought you a bike, a black one identical to his only different was that yours had subtle girlie decorations. and since you had your own bike you both went out, a lot. but it did not go how toji planned AT ALL.

the men were flocking towards you telling you how attractive it was to see a biker girl. coming over and asking for your number, instagram, snapchat anything they could scrape up. your answer was the same 'nah i have a boyfriend, oh here he comes!'

but as days, weeks, and months went by toji was getting fed up with the men flirting with you. toji didn't want to take it out them he had to seem like a level headed boyfriend. infront of the guys of course, sitting behind you all nonchalant.

but when you got home? he took that anger out on your poor poor pussy. you were laying down expecting to go to sleep until toji got behind you his heavy cock pressed against your ass. whispering in your ear how angry it made him when all the guys lusted over you.

telling you it wasn't your fault and that you were such a good girl for him. you thought to yourself if that was the case why was he fucking you like this. one of your legs lifted and his thick cock stretching you out.

his hips snapped into yours quickly his hands wrapped your throat. he loved the way your moans were broken up by hiccups. the way tears poured out of your eyes from pleasure. he apologized for being a possessive boyfriend all while he fucked you silly.

GETO .ᐟ

he's slutty... but he's not like gojo being cocky and attention seeking. no he's a fucking show off becaus he wants to turn you on. coming out in the TIGHTEST compression shirt he could find. tattoos on full display even the one of your name on his neck.

you'd pout saying you wanted to wear sluttly clothes like him. but he'd be damned if he let you get hurt or scrapped up. so now he had you covered head to toe trying to secure your helmet. you closed his visor messing with him liking when he was mad.

he grabbed your neck squeezing lighting pulling you closer to him. telling you to chill out in his deep sexy voice that turned you on. you both rode around but you were getting bored ready to go home and FUCK. yeah... you could admit you were ready to turn around and go home to get fucked.

playing with him some more you squeezed his man boobies. you did it often so he wasn't surprised but did he like it? no. actually you usually got the same sexy angry tone you got earlier. but this time geto was quiet, not saying anything. he didn't even attempt to move your hands from his pecs.

and silly you, you thought you were off the hook. rubbing his thighs even grazing your acrylic nails over his print. you felt him get hard under your hands. yet again he said nothing nor moving your hands.

off the hook? yeah fucking right, this nigga would have you ass up face down looking into the mirror next to your bed. forcing you to watch yourself get fucked like a toy. you would be screaming loud if you weren't gagged by your panties that geto shoved into your mouth.

and don't even THINK about pushing him or trying to run. your hands were behind your back both of your hands being held by just one of geto's. he had came 2 times and was still making you hold yours.

he didnt want to deny you of an orgasm but you wouldn't apologize. that was all he wanted and he kept telling you that but you didn't care. you weren't sorry, this is what you wanted... well to an extent.

he kept fucking you as tears poured out of your eyes. he kept repeating the same thing 'just apologize and you can cum baby'. he was overstimulated and was ready to stop. but as much as you wanted to cum you wanted geto to tap out first.

unfortunately that wasn't the case, your needy pussy was fluttering around his cock. you were about to cum and you really couldn't hold it this time. so you apologized and as soon as you did he tells you to cum.

your body twitch ass you squirted and soaked the bed. geto pulled out of you telling you to turn around and he came in your mouth as you swallowed all his cum. from that day forward you never purposely aggravated geto AGAIN.

NANAMI .ᐟ

okay here's the gag... he has a harley. yes, a harley. although you both were only in your 20s you had old souls. nanami is def the type to take you to hot august nights an old school car show. you two had been together for years and he'd always had the harley. it was his baby after you of course. okay but hear me out?

you'd get on his harley and take the 20 minute ride to downtown. you'd both sit on his bike watching the cars ride by. eating food and sipping on a lil drank only you though because nanami had to get you both back.

you'd both crack jokes, people watch, and even judge someone else's harley here and there. you were just a old head ass couple doing old head couple shit. until you got a little too tipsy and were ready to go home. he was getting a bit tired too so he agreed to take you home.

and when he did you were on his ass like white on rice practically begging him to please you. although he was tired and was ready for bed he couldn't resist giving you what you wanted. so he ate your dripping wet pussy running his tongue up and down your folds.

he even fingered your pussy while he ate you helping your orgasm come upon you faster. but while doing all this he found himself getting hard. his hips ground against the bed as he indulged in the sweet taste of your cunt.

after he made you cum for the first time he gave in and ended up just fucking you. stuffing you full of him giving you long and slow thrust that surprisingly was enough for you. you both made love that night and you couldn't have asked for anything better.

GOJO .ᐟ

i have no doubt he's the cockiest mf who has a bike. he'd post at least 3 biker thirst traps A DAY to his mainly female fanbase. women fangirling over him in the comments even 50 year old ladies saying if only they were 20 years younger. how'd you get the unlucky pull to be that cocky man's friend with benefits.

backpacking him when he's not making content for his thirsty little fangirls. arms wrapped around his waist as the two of you swerve through traffic. except this time he asked if he could make content with you saying he was getting too much attention.

you called bullshit knowing that gojo was an absolute FEIN for attention. he buttered you up by saying, 'i don't want the attention if it's not from you.’ which you also called bullshit on but he swore up and down it was the truth.

so that's what you were doing today creating content. yes. thirst trap content. your hands splayed over his sickeningly toned abs while he flexed in the camera. you were feeling awkward not really enjoying the performative actions. so you told him that it didn't feel real and explained how you felt.

he offered to cut off the camera and you told him no. it wasn't like you were uncomfortable or anything you liked the idea, it just wasn't authentic. but gojo said he'd cut it off or so you thought. so just like regular the two of you rode around no destination in mind, just having fun.

as the two of you stopped at a light you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a hug. your hands rub up and down his biceps he smiles under his helmet. he was so happy he had that shit on or the camera would have see the blush he had right now.

he already wanted to be more than friends with you. you guys were always touchy but he never got used to it. you let go of him as the light turned green and at another stop light is when he asked to be more than friends. your jaw was dropped and you were in immense shock.

you didn't say much as gojo took you back to his house. he pulled into the garage cutting the bike off and closing the garage. you both took off your helmets and he looked back at you. he had to double check that you heard him, and you cut him off by kissing him.

somehow someway sometime when you were caught up in his hypnotizing blue eyes. his cock found it's way into your hand and you were milking him dry. his head thrown back on your shoulder as you slowed and fastened your pace. his thighs trembled and his hips bucked into your hand chasing his climax.

when he finally came all on your hand you licked it clean as gojo watched you intently. after everything was all said and done and you went back inside. he ran back to footage realizing he forgot to cut off the camera when you gave him the handjob. he showed you the video and that was how you both ended up deciding to do no face adult videos. (idk that took a turn for me too ngl LMFAO)

[tojisteddy]

Sukuna calls you pet but it’s in an endearing way.

Does he still have an a superiority complex with humans being less than and sorcerers being better than them?

Obviously.

But you, you his precious little thing, are the most wonderful being imaginable.

Aside from him of course.

You don’t flinch when he knows he’s too loud, treat him with such a genuine kindness & concern when he’s hurt, you’re obedient, and look at him like hes the only thing on the planet.

Oh does he love being in your good graces above all else.

“Pet, bring us a snack.”

“Pet, let’s sleep longer.”

“We should hold hands pet, that’s what those who like each other do, yes?”

“You are look astonishing today as well pet. Ever so intelligent, ever so beautiful.”

And then he loves the way his pretty pet feeds him, so meticulous with every spoon full of piece of food. Not a drop of a single thing. And the king can’t help but grin ever so devilishly, pointing to his cheek that somehow had a pastry filling on it.

“Come clean it up for me pet.”

You know he’s just teasing you, eyes moving all over you, the way your blood pumps faster and goosebumps crawl all over your skin. But you gently wipe your hands on your yukata, taking a seat in his lap. You bring your lips close to where the crumb is, licking the raspberry filling off him. Before you can pull away, his lips meet yours. So gently, molding your lips together, back and forth. His are soft, so wonderfully soft against you plump one’s, you can’t help be want more.

And Sukuna gives it to you, slipping his long tongue into your mouth and fully tasting you, hes greedy, gripping your hips in his large hands. Guiding you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, swapping saliva, the taste of sugar and raspberries mixing between the two of you. He lets your tongues dance together, the smacking of lips fill your ears, till he’s certain he can feel your hardened nipples against him. Knows you’ll give him such a sultry look when he lets you pull away. Dazed and breathless.

He’s tantalizing, brushing your curls out of your face, holding your chin so your face is still in front of his, you still feel his breath against yours, “I think there’s a crumb on you too little one.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he hums deeply, eyes moving all over you, down to your lips, then back to your gorgeous brown orbs. He takes a bit more pastry filling on his thumb and smears it on your bottom lip, “Right here.”

“Please,” you gulp, caught in a wonderful trap, right here he wanted you, “please help me get it off my lord.”

The ends of his lips curve up, “Of course pet.”

[slushycoookie]

Micro Bikini WIP w/ Sukuna

The anger from your husband’s eyes was not what you were expecting when you removed your cover-up, revealing a very small bikini.

See, it's been extremely hot the past week. Record-breaking temperatures which was probably a cause for concern. In your eyes, you saw it as a time to go to the beach. Have some fun in the sun, eat ice cream, sunbathe, build sandcastles. Or in your case, wearing a micro bikini for Sukuna.

He despises the beach, so you thought this would take his mind off of it. You were wrong.

“You…like what you see?” You spin in a circle, making sure he got to see everything the red bikini barely covered up. Not even the 360 fixed his face.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“A bikini? We're at the beach. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s too damn small.”

“Well,” You let out a laugh, “That’s why it's called a micro bikini…”

Sukuna grunts, looking at you up and down. You proceed to ask what’s wrong when a wolf whistle fills your ears.

“Hey! You're looking good…” Gojo shouts from behind you, all in an open shirt and shorts, wiggling his eyebrows.

Oh yeah, you forgot to mention that your friends decided to tag along.

Originally, it was supposed to be just you and Sukuna at the beach. Alone. But you made the mistake of telling Yuki, who proceeded to tell Choso. Somehow Gojo caught wind of your plans and invited Geto too. Shoko and Utahime couldn't make it and Nanami didn't want to be out in the heat. Still, that's 4 additional people you didn't plan on. And Sukuna doesn't like surprises or when more people are added to the original plan.

“Shut up, Satoru.” He spats, going back to his beach chair to recline.

“What? You're not gonna tell your wife she looks good?”

“More than good.” Yuki chimes in, “She looks hot! Right, Cho?”

Choso's face was red and he was looking everywhere but you. “Yes, she looks great.”

“I said hot, not great.”

“Everyone shut the hell up.” Sukuna snatches a book and puts on his sunglasses. “Stop talking about it.”

Hmm, not exactly what you wanted to hear. Your husband shutting you out and not looking at you completely wasn't what you wanted either.

Anyone who wants to be tagged for it, please let me know!

[merakidoll]

the monster under the bed | true form sukuna

the monster under the bed was something only you could experience. the lonely nights of having someone who you onced loved so much; had now turned into someone you shared a bed with. the nights filled with intimacy turned into sorrow filled ones with silent tears, and a soggy pillow. all until you saw sukuna.

“i’m here pretty girl” his rough commanding voice said gently. his hips rocked fucking his downward curved cock into your tiny hole. the mouth on his stomach had no problem taking up that puffy pink clit that looked so sackable. the moonlight shined into you and your husbands bedroom. the same bed where you were getting fucked silly, the man you said i do to snored, turning his body and smaking his lips as he slept. sukuna didn’t care for him, but about making you cum once more, your taste lingering in his mouth making his tastebuds tingle in satisfaction.

your head fell back against your pillow, breast bouncing - your brown buttons getting squeezed, along with his long nails scraping against your skin. your pastel pink bonnet slid off your head leaving the zebra scarf to rest crooked on your mane. your nails dug into the silk sheets, toes curling as soft long moan dragged from you when the mouth on his stomach released your clit with a pop. everything happened so fast, sukuna man handled you onto your stomach, arching you so your fat ass was tooted it or the air. he slid into you slow, soaking in how your wet pussy welcomed him. walls bending to his curve and all - because this was the sixth night you found yourself under the monster.

“look at him” sukuna bent over your back to reach your ear. his tongue swirled around your lobe, and his stomach mouth laid kisses on your ass, tongue slithering out to lick the crack of your ass searching for your other hole. your face was pushed into your pillow, wet with tears. but no longer from sadness- but pleasure. you looked at your husband, moaning out “sukunaaaa” as your pussy contracted, cream dripping into a puddle beneath you. “say how you’re mine little baby”

the rhythm you two made sounded like a medlody. sukuna’s grunts mixing well with your moans. he thankfully used his skills to cover the sounds you both made to mask it from the small bubble you both were in. no matter how bad he wanted your husband to see - he couldn’t hurt you, at least not in a way you knew it was his doing. “m‘yours” you hiccuped, eyes closing at the feeling your in stomach ached. “i’m sukuna’s” in your blurred vision the street lights. you weren’t sure if it was your mind so high off getting fucked so good that made you hear thunder or if it actually was raining.

sukuna sped himself up. fucking you vigorously, fast and hard. your brown ass was red from the constant slaps of his pelvis. he backed up from you slightly, letting the mouth that was engraved into him feast upon your ass hole. the long thick tounge swirled around your rim, sinking into you making you scream. it began to match the pace of sukuna’s thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

cries upon cries, you could no longer hold in your essence. “let it out doll” and on que you let go. squirting all over your bed, crying out how much you loved sukuna, how you no longer wanted your husband. sukuna relished in it all. cumming in your sore pussy, making sure your hole was good and stuffed before pulling out with a limp cock and plan. soon you would be his. soon he will take you to his world.

[chrollohearttags]

love thy neighbor • r. sukuna

(Y/N) moves into an apartment complex on the other side of town and winds up living right next door to one of the most notorious drug dealers in the city nonetheless! But looks can be deceiving…

📝: black!fem plus size reader, plug!sukuna, age gap (6 years or so) mentions of toxic relationship and baby trapping, religious trauma, anxiety, alcohol + drug use, comfort + fluff and angst to smut, missionary, prone bone, oral sex, reader cries during, daddy is used a couple times, size difference, lots of kissing, positive affirmations, creampie

wc: 3.0K

🎙️: I swear imma get back to posting regularly! I’m just being lazy and hating my writing rn (it sucks) 😭 but I hope y’all enjoy

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you didn’t know what to expect when you found yourself residing on the same floor as plug!sukuna..it was your first time living on your own. Fresh out of your parents’ house with minimal belongings and all of the savings you had managed to scrounge over the years. Enough to cover first and last month’s rent with some extra left over..working as a receptionist in a local doctors office by day and offering online tutoring services at night to suffice your income. You'd return home from your shift, ready to relax by at least eight o clock..meanwhile, plug!sukuna was just beginning his night. Heading out into the streets to do God knows what until the early morning hours. But he’d never leave until he’d done two things: said hello and made sure that you were straight. You never really understood the logic behind it..especially considering the fact that you weren’t exactly close friends or even acquaintances beforehand. Hell, he didn’t know you at all and yet, he was just as kind as an old lady bringing you cookies to welcome you to the neighboorhood.

nonetheless, plug!sukuna would always tell you “..keep that door locked, don’t answer that shit for nobody and call me if you need anything, aight?” his deep voice was the last voice you’d heard for the evening and the first when you awoke in the morning. Sometimes, he’d even bring you breakfast per your request and you’d eat together. You’d cut off all ties to your controlling, religious fanatic family and the narcissistic ex who’d all but attempted to stick you with a kid you didn’t want and turn you into his personal doll…trapped inside of the house with no purpose other than to serve him. It was the way all of the men in your former faith operated. But you weren’t interested. Not in the slightest. In fact, you wanted change so drastic, it’d make their goddamn heads spin! Over time, you’d grow closer to plug!sukuna. His second long check ins and warnings became full blown conversations as the two of you congregated downstairs in the pool area or at the mailbox for a cup of coffee. A cigarette dangling from his fingertips to go light once he went outside.

“I know this place seems nice and all from first glance but…imma let you in on a lil’ secret, baby. It’s all types of people who come here..looking for trouble and hell, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m part of the reason. That’s why I tell you to keep your door locked. Your pretty ass answers for the wrong person and somebody is bound to try and take advantage. ‘Damn shame I’d have to fuck someone up if something were to happen to you..”

plug!sukuna was sweet and endearing in his own right. But that’s what drew you into him..he was the very antithesis to what you knew men to be. Brutally honest yet so empathetic to your feelings. Rough as hell around the edges but a total gentleman. He may have done horrible things but he was a good guy..the best damn one you’d ever met. Unbeknownst to him, you’d watch him from the window leaving out; others surrounding him in the parking lot in similar cars. Blacked out with tinted windows..doing sleight of hand to pass something to other tenants who you’d recognized. Only what you could assume to be drugs. A couple of the guys you’d recognized from church, talking to deacons and pastors..now it’d all made so much more sense. Even so, plug!sukuna kept you out of that part of his life as much as possible. Eventually, some months would pass and it was a secret to no one that you’d grown quite fond of him..damn near smitten even.

however, plug!sukuna was adamant on not taking it there with you! He’d admitted himself that you were beautiful and in another life, any other circumstances..he wouldn’t hesitate to make you his. The problem was, you were still too vulnerable and he was knee deep in a lifestyle he wanted you to steer clear from. You were healing from years of trauma and downright abuse..trying to navigate this world on your own. If he were any other scumbag, he could have easily sucked you into his world and had you out here doing his bidding.

“(Y/N) baby..do you know how many girls just like you..who leave bad situations and end up in worse ones because some nasty motherfucker saw how vulnerable they were and used that to their advantage? How many girls went from being in the church to being on their knees for some pimp? I care too much ‘bout you to let that happen. I’m no good for you, I swear. You’d only end up hurt because I can’t give you all of me. Shit, I can’t even promise I’d make a good boyfriend. I’m selfish as hell, I’m always gone..I’ve slept with more women than I can remember. What could you possibly want with somebody like me, huh? What could I possibly do for you, (y/n)?”

but you saw right through plug!sukuna’s facade. He was gentle at heart..a romantic even. He wanted his person to spoil and adore just as much as you did. The streets were his only love for most of his life. He’d seen many things but nothing quite like you..those round, doe eyes; so innocent and pure. Pouty lips, chubby cheeks and the soft, ringlet curls that surrounded that gorgeous face. That soft, plump body and those thighs that rubbed together when you walked away. He wanted to devour you whole sometimes..many nights had plug!sukuna lied in his bed next door, thinking of you being on top of him. Those perky breasts jiggling as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Those nails clawed at his chest as sweat poured down his skin. But those thoughts were far too lewd and disgusting for someone like you! He was ashamed of even having them. But he couldn’t help himself..especially when that sweet, airy voice all but begged him to take you.

“Because I love you, Ryo..I love everything about you. Even the bad shit. I don’t care what you do because it’s not who you are..you’re the man that brings me food and coffee in the morning so I don’t have to rush before work. You’re the man who kisses my forehead when he leaves because you know, deep down..it could be the last time I see you. You’re the man who calls me every time he hears a gunshot or sirens because he worries himself sick about me when I’m not near him. You carry my laundry baskets and groceries, you clean my apartment while I’m sleeping because I’m too tired. And not once have you ever tried to touch me. You never made me repay you with sex or anything. You could easily hurt me and you can’t even bring yourself to raise your voice, even when I’m dead fucking wrong. No one has ever cared about me that much, boyfriend or otherwise and I don’t give a damn if you sell drugs or blow up buildings. A man who’d do all of that for me and never asks for anything in return is exactly who I want.”

plug!sukuna found himself dumbstruck for the first time in a long time..standing there with your small hand cradling his chiseled jaw, tears streaming down your face, he’d find that his own eyes were welling and burning. He’d never heard anyone speak about him in such a way. “Damn, I guess you can read me like a book.” Hell, he’d never acted that way with anyone else either. Yet here he was, treating you like a princess. He couldn’t pretend anymore..he had to be honest with you..and himself.

“I—I love you too, (y/n). So much..”

“Then make me yours. Right now..right here.”

“you know once we do this, we can’t go back..”

“Please..leaving the past behind is kind of my thing.”

it didn’t take long for your lips to meet in a fiery haze, tongues intertwined in a moment of heated bliss. Your hands roaming one another’s bodies as moans slipped through..your clothes all but becoming discarded heaps on the living room floor like a movie scene cliche. His lips traced from your neck to your collarbone; slightly dredging his teeth along the skin in the process.

“Here, baby..take my hand.” plug!sukuna, in one fell swoop hoisted you into his arms as if you weighed practically next to nothing. Continuing to feed you those slow kisses, he’d carry you to a nearby wall and part your thighs. With your legs resting on his shoulders, he’d mark every inch of you. From your sensitive nipples which he cradled in his mouth to that pudgy tummy he loved so much to that juicy center, which was practically leaking for him.

“This all me? Just from some kissing?..” “This is nothing. I touch myself every night thinking about you..you should see the mess I make then.” plug!sukuna could barely sate his urges now, hearing how nasty this supposedly innocent girl was for him! He wasted no time slithering his tongue into that aching cunt. Swirling it around on that throbbing clit, spitting into those pretty pink folds and those succulent brown lips encasing them. He feasted like a man unhinged; greedy and selfish as fuck, just like he claimed. You’d grasp a hold of those dark reddish and black locks, grinding yourself into his face. Rubbing his nose in between your slit.

“Mmmph! Ryo…” “Yeah, fuck my face. Don’t hold back now. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

plug!sukuna would eat your pussy until he heard you sobbing and felt that orgasm come barreling out. Your tight hole spasming on air as those juices trickled down his throat, chest and mouth. He couldn’t help but to laugh as he watched you writhe in pleasure. Attempting to push him away as you rode out that orgasm.

“Wha—how did you?—“ “What? I told you..I’ve had a lot of practice.” Choosing to omit the fact that he’d fantasized about you sitting on his face more times than he could count. Tossing you a wink and one final lick before carting you over to the sofa. Where he laid you down gently against the cushions…pinning those legs back whilst hovering over you. The entire time, he couldn’t take his gaze away from those gorgeous eyes..they glimmered so bright. Full of lust, adoration and excitement. No matter how much you smiled, he always sensed a certain emptiness behind them. A light stolen from you and now, he hoped to reignite it.

observing your movements, plug!sukuna began to chuckle when he saw you pawing at his crotch. So eager to unsheathe that hard on from his boxers. He could tell that the shy, bashful demeanor you presented was only a front. If given the opportunity, he could turn you into his personal slut with ease..but for now, he wanted to focus solely on making love to you. Giving you every part of him that he’d long to for months now. You’d examine his chiseled torso, reaching up to caress his abs and trace your fingertips along his various tattoos. But you couldn’t distract yourself from how large that bulge was..protruding and leaking with precum…

“Can I?—“ Go ahead, baby..take it out.” And without hesitation, you’d tug that elastic waistband back and let it spring forth. He was so girthy and long. Clean shaven and although he was erect now, you could tell he was huge even when flaccid. Nonetheless, plug!sukuna grasped those thick thighs of yours and mounted in between them; gliding that aching tip along your folds. ”Now you tell me if it hurts, okay baby? If I see you flinch or look uncomfortable, I’m pulling the fuck out. We clear?” And you knew when he spoke, that was law. Nodding in agreement, you’d consent to his terms as you rubbed your folds, waiting for him.

“Good..and tap my arm if you can’t talk. I’m ‘bout to start moving. You ready?” with your permission, he’d glide in slowly and immediately, he thought he’d seen stars! Plug!sukuna, by his own volition, had been with countless girls. From strippers to models, but never had he felt pussy this tight! The warmth immediately cradling him and not letting go. He’d suck his teeth before muttering a single ‘fuck’ under his breath. You were going to be some pressure, he was certain of it. But he’d continue on, gathering his footing and working that cock into your entrance. A single pop, along with wet, squishing sounds rang out across that living room as you lie underneath him.

“Goddamn…your shit feels incredible, baby. I know you had some good pussy..I can tell just by looking at you.” Forcing a wide, toothy smile on your face. You’d never heard him talk so vulgar but it was the side you’d brought out. He was officially obsessed!

“Yeah? Well I’ve been wanting to give it to for so long..I never thought you’d fuck me..”

“I kept you waiting, huh? I’m sorry..guess it just means we gotta make up for lost time then, huh?”

plug!sukuna was thrilled to know that he’d no longer have to hold back because you were on the same wavelength. You’d have no issues matching his energy..so with that, he’d speed up those thrusts. Pounding you with gentle but well paced strokes. The sound of your thighs and skin slamming together, coupled with the sounds of both your moans, made for a beautiful chorus. Your hands around his neck, scratching at his back; legs around his waist and his muscular arms planted right at your sides. Drilling you just as you’d requested and there was no limits between the two of you.

“Yes! Keep fucking meeee..oh my goodness. I’m gonna come again!”

“You’re so fucking cute..damn..” adoring how you sounded squealing and laughing as you met his thrusts. He couldn’t believe how receptive you were and how it took no time at all for you to open up.

“And you look so pretty taking all this dick for daddy. I can’t stop staring at you.” That deep voice showering you with praise as his thick cock thrashed around your insides. Even though you had always been a bigger girl, he made you feel so dainty and small..like a precious treasure he never wanted to lose. “You deserve this, baby..to get fucked just like this. To be spoiled and get whatever you want. I can put you up..you ain’t ever gotta worry about shit. Not a bill, not rent, your family..I got you, baby. I promise. I love you..” You believed every single word and clung to them with every fiber you had. You’d never had anyone treat you with such grace and care before..and that wasn’t the end. He’d continue doting. Telling you how proud he was of you and how far you'd come. How he admired your strength to get out of your situation…he was in awe. plug!sukuna would continue singing your praises until he looked up and spotted tears coming down your face. He was tempted to stop until you told him that you were just fine. He on the other hand..was struggling to maintain his stamina.

“No no..please don’t stop. You just make me feel so good. No one has ever fucked me like this.”

but that alone seemed to ignite a second wind and in a moment of haste, you’d find yourself flipped over into your stomach with his entire body weight shifted on top of you.

“You mean that, baby?” Those outer fangs of his teeth glistening and mouth slicked with saliva as he began pounding you once more..hands pinned to your back and his frame covering your own. The plumpness of that ass ricocheting off of him as he penetrated those walls. You’d come once again, dripping onto the leather couch and making that aforementioned mess he’d been dying to see. This time, his pace was rougher..less structured and sporadic. He couldn’t help it..he was running on pure fumes, trying to give you the first time experience you deserved. Tugging your head back by those thick curls, plug!sukuna fed you the deeper strokes he could muster until those chocolate eyes rolled back.

“Y-yes! This dick is amazing..”

“Tell me who it belongs to. Who’s this good pussy belong to now?”

“Y-you, daddy. It’s yours! Oh fuck..”

never having uttered such lewd words in your entire life, you reveled in the fact that he had been the one to bring this side out. And now, you were about to bring a side out of him. One far more vulnerable than the public witnessed..one that would beg you to let him come inside of you and cry out your name in sweet ecstasy as he did so. You’d feel those warm seeds pouring into your womb as he came to a halt and you welcomed them. plug!sukuna didn’t hesitate to swaddle you in his arms for kisses and comfort.

“I don’t want this to end..tell me it doesn’t have to, Ryo. Can we be this way forever?”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.“

and it was a promise he intended to keep. Not just as your neighbor or the guy next door looking over you. But now, as your lover and the man who’d never leave your side.

[mojifushiguro]

one thing sukuna always told himself, is that he'd never have kids.

they're a burden, and they're disrespectful. all they do is run around, eat, shit, and sleep all over the place, and who has time to clean their mess?

at least... thats what he said before you "up and decided" to have twins.

sukuna sat, legs crossed in the middle of the couch, a scowl across his face as he felt his hair being tugged at by one baby, and his face being poked at by another.

"t- teef!" one said, pulling at sukunas lip to see his teeth.

his hair had all kinds of bows and glittery rubber bands in it. one side of his face was covered in drool, from the teething baby biting at his cheek, and the other side had a tiny scratch on it, from his other baby pulling at his face.

sukuna felt his patience getting low as you sat there on the other couch, painting your toes.

"da-da pink!" the teething child slapped sukunas forehead with her tiny hand countless amounts of times, doing the same with the back of his head while she jumped up and down.

the other child tried her best to crawl on his shoulders, slipping back on the couch and giggling to herself as she clapped.

when you finally brought your attention to sukuna, you locked eyes with his squinted ones, making you burst out laughing.

"'kunaaa, whats wrong?" you looked at your toes before switching feet.

"woman, you know whats wrong. these children are insufferable, and you won't get them." sukuna grumbled, flinching a little as he was about to get slapped right in the eye.

"they just love their daddy." you waved him off, making him groan and lean back on the couch.

the children mimicked his actions, slumping back into the couch with a frown face.

sukuna narrowed his eyes at both of them before crossing his arms and making a "hmph." sound.

they mimicked him again, hugging themselves and starting to hum, over, and over again.

"hey! stop that!" sukuna yelled, standing up and starting to walk away. but thanks to one of their tiny car toys, you heard something roll away, followed by a thump.

suddenly, your children started uncontrollably laughing, getting off the couch and waddle-running over to their dad, who laid on the floor, face up.

"daddy fall! daddy fall!" they yelled in sync, clapping their hands as they laughed, falling out together on the floor.

you stood up, giggling and waking over to sukuna, as the kids started to crawl on his stomach and leg.

you couldn't help but laugh, wiping the corner of your eye and leaning down.

"are you okay, 'kuna?"

sukuna laid in a starfish position with a frown, looking up at you, then down at his children.

"no."