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dbf!toji is so close to being released from prison (my drafts) 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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₍^. .^₎⟆ synopsis: nanami wakes up in a hospital - confused, dazed, and suddenly kissed by his attractive doctor. who turns out to be his wife that he can't remember. word count: 2.7k

nanami wakes to the sound of persistent beeping.

at first, he thinks it must be his alarm clock. but it can't be, he reasons, because it's not an uninterrupted noise. rather, it's flicking on and off in a consistent rhythm.

the next thing he notices is the smell. harsh disenfectants, a mix of citrus and bleach. it lacks the smell of his laundry detergent - sandalwood and bergamot - and now that he thinks about it, his sheets were never this itchy and dry.

when he forces open his eyes, they're immediately blinded by the flourscent lighting up ahead. his eyes blinking furiously against the white burst of light to adjust to his surroundings.

he realizes his regular suit has been replaced with a hospital gown, white and frumpy with printed blue squares. his feet are bare against the stale white sheets, the same shade of white as the walls enveloping the room. the darkness outside the window tells him that he must've woken up late at night. a quiet ticking clock on the wall confirms his suspicions - 10.28pm.

the beeping, it turns out, was his heart monitor. situated carefully next to a small bedside table with water and an untouched sandwich. there's a small note next to it, in beautiful cursive writing someone has written - 'feed yourself, kento!' - in black sharpie. examining the sandwich up closer, he can see it's turkey and pesto (his favorite).

to his left, there's a single chair with a cardigan draped over it (a cardigan certainly not belonging to him, nanami notes). on the seat, there's a newspaper open to a crossword puzzle and a pen resting carefully on top.

trying to get a closer look at the crossword, he sits up, nearly swearing out loud from the sharp pain shooting up his left side. his heart mointor goes wild, the silence of the room broken, when he instinctively pulls down his blanket to see a nasty gash along his side.

within a few seconds, he hears hurried footsteps down the hallway and the door slams open.

"you're awake." you say, relieved. you almost sound like you're about to cry, which he finds strange, but chalks it up to you being a very attentive doctor.

the next thing he notices is that you're really pretty. the kind of pretty that would have made him blush profusely in his 20s and stoically stare at from a distance in hopes that you'd make a move first. you smell like daisies and fresh rain; you smile at him so dazzingly that his words turn to mush.

you then suddenly rush towards him, tossing your clipboard onto the chair, before grabbing his face and kissing him. his mind short circuits at the sudden contact, face flushing red at the unsolicited kiss. his whole body is buzzing with electricity, your sticky lipgloss staining his lips, and he almost has to surpress his whine when you pull away looking confused.

"...are you alright?" you question him, noticing your husband seems more quiet and stiff than usual.

nanami coughs awkwardly, attempting to calm his beating heart.

"i... i'm not sure how professional it is to kiss your patients, doctor." he says earnestly, but you (to his surprise) laughs him off.

"oh come on, nanami. you're acting like it's the first time." you quip, shaking your head sideways.

he's genuinely confused.

"is it not?"

you open your mouth again, ready to give him a sassy remark, but the words die in your mouth when you see that serious glint in his eyes.

lack of sleep before the mission. blunt force trauma to the head. submersion in freezing water for five minutes before geto could pull him out.

all things, logically speaking, which could result in temporary amnesia.

"you're... you're joking, right?" you trail off, hoping for even a flicker of amusment on his face. "please say you're joking."

his heart breaks at how desparate your tone becomes, but no matter how hard he tries to remember, he can't seem to find you amongst his memories.

"i-i'm sorry. do we... know each other?"

there's a beat of silence as his question hangs heavy in the air. you seem to swallow nervously, eyes shifting down to the floor as if you're lost in thought before you look back up at him with an unreadable look on your face.

"what'd you think?" you mumble quietly, raising your left hand. a diamond ring with rose details shines back at him, and suddenly nanami can feel the weight of a ring on his own left hand.

but before he can respond, a nurse is calling for you.

"I'll be back in a bit. just... eat something and rest, okay?"

nanami has so many questions he wants to ask you, his wife that he can't remember, but you're gone in an instant with an apologetic look.

what lingers is your smell, your perfume haunting the room for hours before he eventually falls back asleep.

his head plagued with questions.

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it's been three days since he's woken up.

so far, you've been in his room daily to monitor his vitals, ask him the usual questions (how have you been eating, any odd pain, do you need your sheets changed), and swap out the usual hospital food with his favorite foods. he suppresses the urge to ask how you know what he wants to eat so easily, and it becomes clear that you're putting in an effort to keep your distance from him.

you no longer smile wide and bright as you did the first time he saw you, your lips always pressed in a professional smile and your body never hovering closer than a few inches from him.

he misses you. there's an odd ache in his body when you're near, like he's trying to hold onto a ghost from his past that's too close and too far from him at the same time. he swears he still tastes your lipgloss when he anxiously licks his lips, which drives him even more insane.

he manages to get a few answers out of you during the routine checks. he asks anything, in hopes it'll spark his memories, but also because he can't stand the silence in the room.

the heavy tension as you avoid his gaze, whilst simultaneously staring at him from the corner of your eyes whenever you're in the room.

"where do we live?"

"fifteen minutes from ueno."

"how long till i get discharged?"

"depends on your vitals, but i'd say maybe another 36 hours."

"are you taking care of yourself?" nanami can't help but ask you that one day, when you look particularly tired and drained.

you give him a weary smile, nodding weakly.

"mostly. don't worry, our neighbours are keeping an eye on yuki."

his throat runs dry at that answer, his mind suddenly flashing with imaginations of a young girl the spitting image of you and nanami.

"yuki? is that... our daughter?" he asks carefully, his heart racing.

your eyes become so wide and you nearly choke on your spit.

"oh! uh... no. yuki's our cat. she's a really sweet, white cat we adopted from a shelter a few months back. she's two." you trail off, feeling guilty. "sorry, I forgot that you would've forgotten that yuki is our cat too."

nanami just quietly thanks you and doesn't press the subject further.

but the image of yours and his fictional daughter lingers.

true to your word, nanami gets his clean bill of health confirmed the next day and his belongings are returned to him in a meticulous manner. changing out of his hospital gown, his old clothes feel foreign against his skin.

staring at himself in the mirror, he traces every curve and dip on his face in an attempt to spark a memory. he knows his name. his friends. dreadfully, his work. but the past two years feels like a blank in his memory, ripped out pages of an incomplete sketchbook.

splashing water onto his face, he steps out the bathroom, feeling more on edge than ever. whilst waiting for you in the reception room, he can't help himself from nervously adjusting his cuff links and fiddling with his tie.

because he's going home. with you.

"ready?" you ask, slinging your bag over your shoulder. you've changed out of the uniform he's gotten so used to seeing - now in a loose tank top with a cherry print on it and form fitting jeans. your lipgloss has become more sheer through out the day, and you're wearing less mascara than usual.

"you look beautiful." he comments, without really thinking it through. you seem embarrassed by the compliment, ducking your head to avoid his gaze.

"thank you."

he purses his lips because you're still avoiding his gaze. it doesn't feel right, even if he doesn't know you as well as you know him.

"please don't look away."

it's the first time he's addressed the fact that you've been avoiding looking at him directly, making you freeze in place.

"please." he nearly whispers it, and you can't find it in your heart to refuse him.

you take in a small breath, mustering up the courage to look at him square in the eyes.

"okay."

he wordlessly takes your bag from your shoulder, trailing behind you as you walk towards your car in the parking lot. he also refuses to let you open the car door by yourself, placing his spare hand on the ceiling so you won't bump your head as you sit down.

it's so routine, you almost forget that he doesn't remember anything.

and he stills sits in the seat next to you, not the back seat. and he switches the radio to the station he'd always listen to, without being prompted to.

"are you alright?" nanami questions, noticing how your eyes are becoming watery.

you're barely able to croak out that you're fine before pulling out of the driveway, your thoughts a complete mess on the drive home.

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"this is the living room.... we had a bit of an argument over what color to paint the walls but we eventually settled on sage green because it's calming. though-" you chuckle, mostly to yourself. "you always insisted it wasn't an argument because you'd always let me win."

it's strange, for nanami, getting a tour of his own house. but he dutifully follows behind you, nodding along to each of your descriptions, analysing every nook and cranny of the apartment.

the kitchen is sleek but homey. DIY tiles, vintage kitchenware, vase of sunflowers in the middle of the table.

the bathroom is small but clean. his aftershave and razor sits untouched next to your bottles of perfume and makeup brushes. a crinkled book settled by the bath tub tells him that you're a fan of reading in the bath.

the office room is busy but organized, stacked high with books and files belonging to him. there's a few odd artifacts here and there - souvenirs from travels abroad, you say - and he spots a photo frame with you hugging him from behind. the scenery says malaysia, but he can't make out the exact date of the photo.

"and this... is the bedroom." you wait for him to look around the room by himself, standing at the doorway awkwardly as you wait for the right thing to say.

it's nearly 11pm now, and you're so tired that you want nothing more than to curl up next to him and sleep.

but that would be highly inappropriate, you reason, given that he's a stranger now.

"i've already laid out your clothes for the night on the corner of the bed." you explain slowly. "i've already taken out my stuff for the night, so don't worry."

he spins around and stares at you, confused.

"but then where would you be sleeping?"

you shrug, trying to come off nonchalant.

"i figured you'd want to sleep alone on your first night. what with the temporary amnesia and all." even the word amnesia leaves a sour taste on your mouth as you admit it out loud. "i can sleep on the couch in the living room, it's fin-"

nanami shakes his head sideways immediately.

"nonesense. no lady should be sleeping on a sofa. i'll take the couch, you should take the bed."

"are you-"

"yes, i'm completely sure. i will not have you sleep outside in your own home." he replies sternly, the glint in his eyes oh so familiar. a warning sign that it's not up for debate, he's made up his mind.

"it's your home too." you respond quietly. but nanami catches it, and his stern look falls for a short second.

"i... i know, but... please. i couldn't bear the thought of you sleeping on a sofa after a hospital shift."

"okay."

after moving over a few pillows and a blanket for him to the sofa, and an awkward exchange of 'good nights', you shut the bedroom door behind you and crawl into bed.

suddenly, the bed feels too cold and empty. the blankets are overwhelmingly heavy and hot against your skin, and the ceiling fan seems to be louder than usual. the heaviness of the situation begins to set in and before you know it, you're crying.

salty tears streaking down your face, body shivering under the sheets as you grieve what you've lost.

two years of marriage - gone.

he tries to hide it, but whenver he looks at you, you feel it in your guts.

you're a stranger to him.

and now, you fear he may never remember you again.

it might've been twenty minutes. or a full hour, you're not sure.

but in the complete darkness, you can't tell the passage of time before you hear a soft knock on the door.

"it's nanami." he announces himself, as if you wouldn't know that it was him (if you were in a better mood, it'd probably make you laugh). "can i come in?"

wiping the tears from your face as fast as you can, you sit up to face the door.

"y-yes. come in."

even in the pitch darkness, you can imagine nanami's beautiful face scrunching up in worry, his figure slowly moving towards you in the dark.

"i heard you crying." he whispers, and the tenderness in his voice nearly threatens to break you again.

"i'm sorry, i should've been more quiet." you reply, as he sits down on the bed across from you.

"it's fine, i.... fuck, it's not fine."

you blink in surprise, knowing that it was rare to hear nanami swear.

"of course it's not fine, i can't imagine how painful this whole ordeal must be for you. you've been incredibly strong and brave to tolerate me this long. i am just amazed that i would've managed to land someone like you as my wife."

you want to respond, but all you can feel is the wave of sadness rushing over you again, his sweet words piercing your heart like daggers.

"i... i can't sleep." you whisper into the night. it feels easier to admit it when it's dark, and you can't see how intensely he'd be looking into your eyes, as if he's staring into your soul.

"could i stay with you?" nanami asks, before clarifying. "until you fall asleep."

"you can stay for as long as you want."

his weight leaves the mattress for a moment before he settles down next to you, his familiar cologne washing over your senses.

"can i... hug you?" he asks, voice so gentle, as if he's afraid you're going to break at any moment.

"yes please." you manage to get out, before you're full on sobbing again, staining his shirt with your tears. his arms are now around your back as he scoops you onto his chest, his rough fingers drawing soothing circles on your back. his lips find his way to the crown of your head, and he wishes nothing more but to take some of the pain away from you.

but he can't.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he whispers against your head, lips trembling. "i wish i could remember."

you don't respond, rather, you can't. he's hugging you in bed like everything's normal. he's speaking to you as if he's your nanami, your husband, the same nanami who would bring home pastries on his way back from work and take baths with you on nights you couldn't sleep.

eventually, you feel emptied out of your tears, your limbs finally feeling heavy. his steady heartbeat against your ears lulls you to sleep, your fingers naturally grasping his thin shirt, crinkling the fabric.

"don't leave." you whisper, half-asleep.

"i won't." he whispers back, hugging you closer.

that's the last confirmation you need before your breathing evens out and he's sure you're asleep, your chest rising and falling in regular rhythms.

and despite nanami's eyes begging to close, his mind feels wide awake and sleep won't come to him easily. his nerves are on fire as he hugs you closer to his frame.

looking at your face in the dark, the small green glow of the alarm clock carving shadows onto your face, he presses a small kiss to your forehead and swears to himself he'll remember.

he'll die trying if he has to.

a/n: second ever fic on this blog! i was feeling angsty/slow burn today so wanted to give the loss memory trope a try. seriously am a sucker for pining gentleman!nanami. apologies for any medical inaccuracies in this fic btw i'm not a med student/professional so i googled a few things and called it a day lmao. lowkey tempted to write a part 2 to this if this does well :)

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i want him so bad 😔

you’re on your knees, spine curved just right, and satoru’s behind you.

big hands gripping your hips so tightly. his cock drags slow and deep, loooong strokes that make your toes curl, his chest pressed to your back as he leans in to kiss your shoulder, voice warm and breathy against your skin.

“feels good, yeah?” he murmurs, brushing your hair aside so he can mouth at your neck. “you take me so well, baby. so fuckin’ pretty like this…”

you gasp out a soft, needy “harder…”—barely more than a whisper—he freezes. for half a second. because oh fuck, that tone? the way your voice wavers? asking him to go harder?

his hips snap forward before he can stop himself.

“shiiiit,” he groans, dropping his forehead to your back as he rolls his hips in deeper, rougher now, but still holding you like you’re something delicate. like he’d fall apart if he hurt you.

“you like that, huh? my sweet girl wants it harder?”

his hand slides down, fingers brushing your clit in slow circles while his cock fucks you into the mattress, pace picking up but still so controlled. so satoru.

he’s groaning now, breath stuttering in time with his thrusts, and you can feel how hard he’s trying to hold on just for you.

“keep talkin’ to me, baby,” he pants, lips brushing your ear. “wanna hear it again… wanna hear that pretty little voice say it…”

you moan it again—“harder, toru, please”—and that’s all it takes for him absolutely lose it.

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you up, flush to him, and fucks you through it, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth in between ragged breaths. praises, kisses, promises to make you come again and again.

he loves it when you ask him to go harder.

and satoru gojo never, ever runs out of stamina to prove he can give you exactly what you want.

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ok so since you don’t judge….imagine like sukuna really pissed off toji and the reader so as a apology he lets them use him however they want 👀👀

(and the reader gets to sit on his stomach mouth while toji fucks her)

Umm Anon this is SO hot. Free use Sukuna? 🥵

I’m imagining a Heian era scenario with Toji and reader as concubines. Sukuna pisses you both off when he takes a Queen and doesn’t summon you for a whole week:

Is he attempting to replace the two of you? Who the fuck does he think he is? You and Toji have been his most loyal cumdumps over the years, giving him everything: you’ve eagerly swallowed down gallons of his fluids, taken every single backshot, mating press and face fuck like champs, and happily let him use all your holes to satisfy every single one of his depraved needs. Ungrateful bastard. You and Toji are both seething. 

Anyway, one week after the wedding you’re finally both summoned for a night of absolute filth (clearly he’s not getting what he needs from his new Queen). As soon as you both step into his chambers you let him know exactly how you both feel, bitching and whining non-stop.

Normally, he’d simply cleave anyone for such disobedience—but he’s incredibly lenient with you both because you’re his favorite concubines and he is well aware that nobody can satisfy him like you both can. And after a week of boring married sex he’s desperate. 

So, in a hasty attempt to calm you both down, he suggests the two of you can do anything you want to him—for one night only. Clearly he’s not expecting you to both go absolutely feral…

CW: free use Sukuna, threesome, face fucking, stomach tongue riding, cucking, cum slurping, edging, choking, slapping, mlm 

Imagine Sukuna with his head hanging off the edge of the futon, two of his hands gripping onto Toji’s thick, corded thighs as Toji shoves his cock down his throat and fucks his face. Toji’s gripping the sides of Sukuna’s head, ordering him to “open wider” and choking Sukuna out on his enormous cock, his throat bulging with the sheer size of it.

The sight alone makes you wet instantly, to the point that your juices drip down your inner thighs. So you clamber onto Sukuna’s stomach mouth, sliding your entire cunt across his warm, wet tongue.

Back and forth you go, hands clawing at his chiseled abs for balance. When you’re close his tongue sharpens to a point and you literally sit on it, the tip snaking deep within you until it grazes your g spot. You ride until you’re cumming all over it, with Toji shooting his load down the back of Sukuna’s bruised throat at the same time.

When you’ve recovered you both swap—you sit on Sukuna’s face while Toji straddles him and shoves his cock down his stomach mouth. The two of you cackle and make out sloppily as you use him. 

Imagine you and Toji edging Sukuna for hours, putting on a hot little sex show while he’s unable to relieve the throbbing ache in his crotch.

You tie all four of his hands up and fuck right in front of him so he can watch like a cuck while Toji drills both your holes:

“Fuck, Toji—your cock is perfection. The best I’ve ever taken.”

“Sukuna can’t fuck me like you do, Toji. He may be King of Curses, but you’re King of my cunt.”

“Yes Toji, make me cum like only you can!”

Sukuna is fuming, his teeth bared in a snarl, his dick leaking buckets of pre, but he can’t do anything about it except sit and watch as Toji pounds you to within an inch of your life—and you’re loving every second.

Imagine ordering Sukuna to clean you up after Toji’s shoots his loads into both your holes, while you jerk Toji off. Once you’re clean, Toji busts all over your tits and Sukuna has to slurp that up too—all while his cock is throbbing painfully, veins prominent, pre still dripping everywhere.

Imagine the look on Sukuna’s face when, after hours of teasing, you finally lay back on the futon and hold your legs up, your knees kissing your shoulders, and command him to fuck you. He slams in in one thrust and sets up a vicious pace. 

You watch smugly as Toji approaches him from behind, grips a fistful of his hair and yanks it back, then spits on his asscrack and slams straight in.

The three of you moan in unison. 

Toji starts drilling Sukuna’s ass, every thrust driving Sukuna’s cock deeper into your cunt. 

“Fuck, Zenin—slow down or I’m gonna cum,” hisses Sukuna.

“Already?” you chime in beneath him. “You’d dare to cum before me?”

“Make her cum,” barks Toji, wrapping one strong hand around Sukuna’s throat and squeezing tight. The two of you grin at each other as Sukuna lays trapped between you, eyes hooded, jaw dropping open in pleasure as Toji hammers his prostate while he sinks his own cock into your tight, soaked cunt.

Sukuna hisses and reaches a hand down to where the two of your bodies merge, a palm mouth opening to suck on your clit while his cockhead rams your g spot. You gasp in pleasure. 

It’s too hot—Toji fucking Sukuna, Sukuna fucking you, both sculpted bodies on top of you, sweating and sliding with each thrust, the combined clit and g spot stimulation—you cum uncontrollably, your head jerked back, spine arched, feral moans tumbling from your mouth, your entire body shaking and your tight walls constricting around Sukuna’s length, drenching it in your juices. He lets out a throaty groan.

“I need to fucking cum,” he snarls, clearly desperate as he continues to rut into you. You cackle malevolently.

“Mmm—start begging,” you murmur, squeezing your pelvic floor muscles each time his cock slides into you so that your cunt constricts him even more tightly with each thrust. Toji picks up his pace, grinning down at you as you push this man to the edge.

“Please.” 

Slap!

“Not good enough, ‘Kuna. Try harder.” You once saw him decapitate a concubine for daring to address him by that nickname, so you know he hates it. You reach down with one of your hands to grip the base of his cock as he continues to ram it in and out of you, the extra stimulation making all four of his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck—please let me cum inside your perfect cunt!”

“Tell us how sorry you are,” you coo.

“I’m sorry for taking a Queen! She means nothing to me! She’s merely a pawn in my quest for total domination!” he babbles frantically in between groans and grunts. Cute of him to mention domination when he’s behaving like the perfect sub.

Toji chuckles as he continues to strategically drill his cock into Sukuna’s prostate, picking up his pace. 

“And who are your favorite concubines?” he purrs.

“You are! Nobody could compare to the two of you!”

This man is at breaking point: beads of sweat forming at his temples and dripping down onto you, jaw clenched tight, brows furrowed—and you’d swear you just heard a whimper. Satisfied, you relent:

“Good. Now cum for us, you pathetic whore.”

Sukuna roars as he finally cums, his four eyes rolling back into his head, his cock flooding your insides with his pearly spend. Toji finishes shortly afterward, jamming his cock deep into Sukuna’s asshole and filling it to the brim.

Imagine the look on Sukuna’s face when there’s a light tap on the door and a soft voice murmurs “is everything ok, my King?” 

Before he can answer, his Queen is standing in the doorway, shock etched across her beautiful face, jaw dropping open upon seeing her newlywed husband—the powerful King of Curses—sandwiched inbetween two lowly concubines: Toji’s cock crammed in his asshole while his own cock lays nestled in your cunt. 

You and Toji glance at each other, trying not to burst out laughing. You’ve never seen Sukuna speechless before.

“My Queen,” drawls Toji sarcastically.

“Would you care to join us?” 

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✩ toji x reader ✩

18+ mdni cockwarming! when you're stuck on a stakeout with toji

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the air in the car is too hot, too thick. you feel like you’re suffocating.

you were on the way home when Toji got the call offering him a job. the target was somewhere in the area and he was quick to accept it.

no matter how much Toji insisted it would be fast– “jus’ gonna scope things out a bit, we’ll be home soon, doll”– you were still pouting. 

you didn’t want to be home soon, you wanted to be home now. 

he’d been flirting all night. sparing glances, touches, whispering about everything he planned to do to you at the end of the night. your panties were already drenched, clinging uncomfortably to your aching pussy.

“can’t you do this tomorrow?” your voice is whiny, high-pitched. the way it sounds when you’re trying to get what you want. the way it sounds when Toji says you're being a brat. 

eventually, his patience snapped. 

and that’s how now, he has you straddling his lap with his cock stuffed inside your dripping cunt. he’s stretching you out so well as you bury your flushed face into his chest.

you want to ride him, want to fuck yourself down onto him over and over, milking him until he spills inside you. you want to feel every inch dragging along your gummy walls. but he won’t let you. 

you squirm, clamping down around his length when you feel it twitch inside you. fuck, you were gonna be the death of him.

a sharp smack! lands on your ass– a warning. 

“told ya to sit still, didn’ i? sit still and look pretty warmin’ my cock”

“Toji wan’ you to fuck me”

“later, doll. promise”

you’re sweating, trying to not move, whimpering into his shirt as you grip his arms. you feel your pussy grow impossibly wetter, slick coating the tops of his muscled thighs.

the tension hanging in the air is stifling and Toji’s jaw is clenched painfully tight– almost as tight as the grip on his phone. a muffled voice comes through the speaker, their words undecipherable through your haze. Shiu.

Toji’s chest rumbles against you, a low chuckle escaping him.

“forgot to mute ya, my bad” his voice drawls on lazily as he gyrates his hips slowly. you have to bite down on your lip to stifle your moans. 

a/n: sry didn't edit this lolol but toji been on my mind sm had to just write something rq

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ bf!Sukuna x Reader (pt 2)

Your revenge was sweet, but it's time to face the consequences nsfw! 18+ - minors dni CW: Light bondage, overstimulation

part 1

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After you’d abandoned Sukuna in the bathroom, you spent the rest of the party evading his wrath. You ran around with Shoko, giggling to yourself every time you pictured the look on your boyfriend’s face when you left him. It was priceless. You thought it was definitely worth the risk of whatever punishment you’d face when you got home.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

As soon as Sukuna was able to get his hands on you, he threw you over his shoulder and carried you straight out the door. He was silent the whole drive home, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, jaw clenched, his eyes flicking between you and the road. The tent in his pants served as a promise for what was to come.

He wastes no time once you’re inside the apartment. Your clothes are on the floor within seconds, Sukuna steering you towards the bedroom as he strips you bare. 

You try to reason with him, “Kuna, baby, I was just playing. You know I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

“Mmhmm. Right.” He shoves you and a small yelp escapes your lips as your back hits the plush mattress. 

Sukuna turns and walks over to the dresser, rummaging through the top drawer. You keep trying to persuade him to take it easy on you– reminding him how sweet of a girlfriend you are, how you brought him lunch the other day, how much you love him. It all falls on deaf ears.

“-Sweetheart,” he cuts you off. “Y’know I love you. But now, I need you to shut up, and hold your hands out for me like a good girl.” Your stomach flips, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension coursing through you at the sound of his gruff command. 

You do as he says. If he won’t listen, then maybe he’ll just mellow out on his own once he starts to get what he wants. He always gets what he wants.

When he turns back around, he’s holding two pairs of handcuffs. He clasps a pair to each of your wrists, then restrains both arms to the bedposts. He leaves your legs free. Not because he’s doing you a kindness, but simply because he knows it’s not needed. 

Plus, he likes seeing the way your legs shake, the way it feels when your thighs clamp down around his waist or head, your body just begging him to keep going. 

You swallow loudly. Anticipation builds in your stomach as the reality of your situation sets in, and you think you know what’s in store for you. You remember the times he’d tied you up like this before, always so you couldn’t chase after him whenever he’d pull away at the height of your climax. You remember the hours that would go by, where Sukuna suddenly became someone patient, someone with all the time in the world, so long as he spent that time tormenting you. 

Sometimes, you really thought he was going to let you cum. He’d take you to your highest peak of the night, but wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of falling off of it– until, he couldn’t stop himself anymore. 

Only when his cock was throbbing to the point that it was painful, the apex of his boxers wet from precum. Only when he was at the point where he knew his hand would never be enough to satisfy him. Only then, would he give you what you both craved. 

And it would feel so fucking good.

Your pussy is already wet again, for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, but you can’t help it. You can never help it when you’re around Sukuna. 

He basks in the image of you tied up before him, face flushed, nipples hard, your breathing heavy. You squirm under his intense gaze as he begins to crawl onto the bed. He reaches for your knees and pulls them apart slowly. Strings of your slick cling to your thighs, your legs and sheets already wet from your drooling cunt. 

He reaches forward, two fingers spreading you open to take a better look at the absolute work of art between your legs. The feeling of his calloused fingertips on your soft skin sends a shudder through your body. He groans loudly when more of your arousal seeps out onto his hand.

“My girl’s so messy.” Sukuna’s fingers come to his mouth, tongue lolling out to lick them clean. “But so sweet.”

A hand slides up your waist, another still holding your legs open. You’re watching him intently, trying to steady your breathing. He palms your breast and squeezes gently, eliciting a light sigh from you. 

Sukuna’s lips find your other nipple, sucking, tongue swirling. He’s giving you just enough to feel the tension inside you growing, but not enough. The way he squeezes the inside of your thigh, pinky finger brushing featherlight along your slit– he’s taunting you. 

You’re lifting your hips off the ground, trying to get more, but Sukuna’s quick to pin you down, hand splayed across your stomach. He’s looking up at you sternly, your chest still in his grasp. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

You’re almost scared it’s a trick. That if you tell him the truth, it’ll be just what he denies you. But at this point, you know there’s no point in overthinking it– you’ll never understand what goes on inside this man’s head. 

“Want you to touch me, Kuna.” 

This makes him smirk. That annoying smirk he does when he’s about to be an ass. 

“I am touching you,” he taps his fingers on your stomach, “this not what you want?”

Yep. Asshole. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I can’t read your mind, babe. Go on, don’t be shy.”

You weren’t even feeling shy until he said that. And now you’re cursing him silently in your head, trying smite him for fucking with you. He always knows how to get under your skin. 

He’s waiting for your reply, eyes glued to yours, and you can feel your cheeks getting redder. 

“I want you to make me cum.” The sentence comes out rushed, quiet, but you know he heard you based off of the way his mouth twitched. 

“Okay, baby, I’ll make you cum.” 

His tone is sweet. Too sweet. You’re suspicious again, not expecting him to agree so quickly, especially after the little stunt you pulled earlier. 

You aren’t able to speculate any longer though, because his mouth is back on your chest already and the hand on your stomach slides down to cup your mound. His palm finds your clit, making you gasp from the sudden pressure. 

“Go on– take what ya want.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. You’re grinding against his hand while he chuckles against your skin. He pinches your nipples, rubs them, gives them each their attention, one at a time. His mouth moves on, planting kisses along your collarbone. 

He sucks on your neck, nipping at the skin harshly before swiping his tongue over the purple and red splotches, soothing you. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your hips stuttering. You’re getting close. 

“That’s it.” Sukuna’s voice hums in your ear, low and gravely, “let go f’me.”

Your back arches off the bed, eyes clamped shut, moaning loudly as your first orgasm crashes over you. 

“There you go,” he coos, keeping his hand steady for you as you cum. “Felt good?”

You’re nodding subtly, body limp and eyes heavy already as you wait for him to untie you. Only, he doesn’t. 

He sits back, kneeling between your legs as his hand starts playing with your pussy. Slow at first, deliberate, light movements, just starting to work you back up again. The aftershock of your orgasm morphs into something stronger as you climb towards another.

It’s blissful, organic, a steady flow from one state to the next. Until he decides he’s tired of the niceties. Then, he’s mean. 

He shoves two fingers inside you, making you gasp– he doesn’t even move them, just leaves them still, plugging you up. You’re leaking. Your cum drips onto his knuckles, his wrist, as his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. 

He’s consistent, the pressure, the speed, all of it unwavering. 

“Kun-ah!” It’s too soon. Too quick after your climax and he has you close again.

“C’mon, one more. Be good.” The way he says it, no room for question, he knows your body will listen to him.

You hate that he’s always right. You didn’t think you could give him another already, and yet, your muscles tense, your fingertips tingling as you feel the familiar sensation building at the apex of your thighs. 

Sukuna doesn’t let up. Not when your toes curl, not when you cry out his name, not when your body convulses beneath him– not until you’re left in a daze, body quivering and cunt spasming around his fingers when you finally come down from your second high. 

He slowly pulls his hand out with an obscene squelching sound. Sukuna takes a moment to admire his already fucked-out girlfriend, glossy eyes and even glossier pussy, all on display for him. 

“Kuna… untie me.” You’re whining, “wanna touch you.”

The desperation in your soft voice makes his cock jump. He wants to let you. He almost does. But he remembers what you did, why you’re in this situation in the first place. He remembers what happened the last time you touched him. 

“Can’t do that, baby. Not ‘til you’ve learned your lesson.” His large hands caress your thighs, spreading around the slick that’s already been smeared between them.

You feel his weight shifting beneath you as you lie with your eyes still shut, brows furrowed in frustration. “‘m sorry, I didn’ mean it, I said tha–.”

Your breath hitches when Sukuna cuts you off by licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt. Unwilling to hear your apologies, you feel his hands grip your flesh, wrapping your legs tight around his head, burying himself in you. 

He swirls his tongue around your sensitive clit, flicking the slippery muscle against it and sucking gently. 

Your legs twitch around him. Black specks creep into the edges of your vision, a consequence of your rapid breathing– a consequence of Sukuna’s relentless attack on your poor pussy.  

Even if you wanted to shove him off of you, all you could do was lie there and take it. Arms bound, legs pinned beneath his heavy frame, you were completely at your boyfriend’s mercy. 

Sukuna’s eating you out like you’re the first meal he’s had in a century. 

His tongue rhythmically divides its attention between your swollen clit and your throbbing hole. Your essence coats his face. His crimson stare is locked on you, his nose overwhelmed with your scent, your taste the only thing on his tongue. All his attention is devoted to pleasuring– punishing– you.

Your mind is blank but your body is consumed with him, as he drags you to your third orgasm, and his entire being is consumed with you.

He can faintly hear your quiet babbling. A broken record of his name steadily getting louder and louder until you scream. You’re gushing onto his face, into his mouth. And he can’t help but think about how if he died, drowned, right then and there, he’d have no regrets. 

Your tear-stained face is shoved into the soft bedding as Sukuna pistons into you. There’s a growing wet spot on the sheets beneath your sweat-slicked bodies from your cunt spilling around his cock as it abuses your velvety walls. 

You don’t know how many times you’ve cum already tonight. You stopped keeping track after the third, and just gave in to Sukuna. 

Your wrists ache as you grip the pillows, your arms are finally free but it hardly matters. It’s taking all your energy just to keep yourself from collapsing entirely as a slurry of moans tumble from your parted lips. They must be loud, louder even than the feral grunting coming from behind you, but it’s hard to tell with the ringing in your ears. 

“Kuna! S’too much.” A broken sob follows when he snaps his hips into you particularly hard, your cunt sloshing around his cock.

“S’alright, you’re doin’ s’good.” 

His reassurance would make you laugh if you could, because there’s no way you’re handling his punishment well. You’ve never been in such a state. Hair clinging to your forehead, your neck, soaked in sweat. Your face might be as wet as the space between your legs, tears and drool streaking across your flushed skin. 

“N-no, Kuna, I c-can’t.”

“You can.”

“Too sensitive, s’too deep,” you’re crying out at this point.

“Said you want me t– fuck– make ya cum, can’t handle it now?” His pace falters when he feels you clamp down even tighter around him. “Fuckin’ pussy suckin’ me in and you’re whinin’ like ya don’t want it.”

You can feel your face get even redder, rivalling the color of the irises that are boring into your figure, because again, you know Sukuna’s right. 

The grip on the flesh of your ass becomes impossibly tighter as Sukuna’s thrusts become shallower, quicker, sloppier. You use every last ounce of your strength to meet his hips, fucking yourself back onto his length, milking him for everything he’s worth.

“F-fuck, baby. Gonna make me cum.” You can only hum in response as you drive the two of you towards the edge, legs shaking, threatening to give out. His hands move to your waist, holding you up for him, before fully sheathing himself inside your sopping cunt. He stills, and you hear your favorite whimper as hot, white cum paints your insides. 

Your bodies give out, collapsing onto the bed. His crushing weight is more comforting than anything. He runs a hand through your tangled hair.

“Feelin’ alright, princess?”

You smile contentedly and murmur a soft ‘yes’ in reply as your eyes flutter shut.

a/n: YALL i had a fuckin blast writing this so i hope it was fun to read too ㅤ

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✦ breath control with suguru ﾉ eighteen plus

“mmf… mm! s-sugu!” your breathy plea laced with a whine, turning your cheek to break the heady and all-consuming kiss. your mixed salivas had slathered against your plush lips and your heated cheeks.

his eyebrows drew in, confusion painting his sharp and dark features, eyes searching your casted cheek. “what’s wrong, darling?” he heaved, voice husky with concern, enough to send a chill creeping down your spine and coiling in your core, your thighs rubbing together for any sense of friction for your needy cunt.

your wrists were pinned to the bed above your head, suguru’s heavy weight crushing you into the mattress as your kiss-bitten lips moved in tandem. you were giggly, squirming beneath his hold, until he prodded his pierced tongue into your slack maw.

and god, did he taste good—like the minty gum he'd been chewing and something smoky you couldn't place.

he licked long, wet stripes across your pink muscle, before sucking on it between his own lips.

your eyes glossed over in lust, allowing him to take full control with your tongue in his mouth, his raven tresses tickling your bare collarbones. his free hand came up to tweak your erect bud, making you twitch and gasp for oxygen but suguru was nothing but desperate.

his kisses didn’t let up, a calloused and rough hand groping you while he sucked the air from your lungs.

you twisted and twitched in his grasp, allowing him to consume you until you were nothing but fuzzy, head buzzing with the sole need to breath.

and now, his firm pressure on your wrists didn’t let up, if anything he was pushing you further into the duvet, purple irises blown wide and low lids as he searched yours for an answer.

“couldn’t b-breath,” you whispered, feeling the heat rise from your nape up to color the crowns of your ears.

it didn’t help that you were naked and he was fully clothed. give it to suguru to utilize his humiliation kink at any given moment.

the lopsided grin that suguru couldn’t conceal had him ducking his head, running his tongue over his teeth, before meeting your eyes again. “that such a bad thing?” he chuckled, mocking, yet soft.

you inhaled sharply, aligning your heat with his clothed thigh, weakly bucking your hips upwards with a shake of your head.

“thought so.”

he reclaimed your lips with his hungrily, a throaty hum from the recesses of his chest leaving him before he tugged your lower lip between his teeth, earning a shaky whine from you.

the feel of his rough washed out jeans against your slick hood made you dizzy, your entrance clenching around nothing as you stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves that were slick with arousal and already leaving a damp spot against his bottoms.

you were his sick obsession, the one thing he would claw his way to hell for just a taste. so why was it so bad when he wanted to take his sweet time to ruin you, leave you a blank slate he could mark up as just his?

“mmm, that’s the spirit,” he groaned into your mouth, hand coming to the plush underside of your thigh to guide your pathetic ruts. “breathings' overrated anyway, hm?”

you nodded, though you weren’t quite sure what you were agreeing to, before the hand of his that was holding your wrists down came over your mouth. your eyes matched his, a hungry glint flashing in his gaze as he admired your bare figure. “this okay, baby?”

you nodded quickly, a muffle leaving your lips that only dampened his palm.

“good girl. now fuck yourself on me.” he purred, raking his hand through his locks that cascaded down his black tee.

you complied, stomaching caving as your hips began canting a slow up and down on his bulky thigh. he simply watched you now, leaning over to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

“you like that, sweetheart?”

“doing so good for me.”

“can’t hear you. louder.”

the sounds that trickled from your lips between his parted fingers only steadily increased in volume, thighs trembling with the effort of how your pelvis continued to thrust upwards and drag downwards, a pressure building in your core.

“you close, baby?”

you nodded, tears dotting your waterline, a few streaks already making their way down the sides as you cried beneath him. you babbled uselessly against his hand, saliva wetting his digits that curled over the side of your cheek.

he tugged your ear lobe between his teeth, enough to make you wince, before kissing that sweet spot against your neck until it purpled.

"let go."

on cue, your body responded to him—a strangled, near noiseless sound tearing from the base of your throat and into his hand. you hadn't meant to make such a mess, squirting all over his jeans and the bed sheets, your orgasm ripping through you for nearly ten seconds.

suguru placed a few chaste kisses against your neck, before sitting up and tugging his hand from your mouth to give you a few soft taps against your cheek.

"that's my girl. knew you could do it."

the praise had your brain muddled, a fucked out grin on your face as he moved to unbuckle his belt and pull his top off over his head.

"think you can handle my dick without breathing?"

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for all of my ymir stans out there, I posted the first two chapters of my new Ymir x f!Reader fic.

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cowboy toji ❗️

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bf!sukuna part 2 in the works 😏🩷

may or may not have also started scheming up another story w sukuna and toji

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♡ Ymir's letter to Historia (but if she survived in Marley)

a/n: i was rewatching aot and wanted to write this - i mixed in bits and pieces from the original letter she wrote in the show. and yes, i listened to Call of Silence on repeat while i worked on this - sry if there's errors

To my dear Historia,

Eren says he has a way to get this letter to you and I can only hope that the suicidal bastard keeps his word.

I’ve wanted nothing more than to speak to you, to see you again, since the moment I left with Reiner and Bertholdt. 

I’m sorry for choosing them. I never thought that I would, and I’m sure you didn’t either. 

I know you must have been angry with me, and maybe you still are. But, I promise that every decision I’ve made, has been made with you in mind. 

Still, not a day goes by where I don’t question what might’ve been had I stayed. Not a day goes by where I don’t think– would my selfishness have been worth it? To be able to spend even just one more breath with you. 

I wonder, too, if you think of me. If you question what became of me since that day. 

If this letter reaches you, you’ll know that I have not been given up to Reiner and Bertholdt’s comrades.

You may also be curious about what happened to those two, though I have little I can say to that. I expect that they were met with a severe punishment for returning from their failure of a mission with neither the Female Titan nor the Jaws. 

I had fully intended to return with them, to pay them back for killing their companion and stealing their power, but it’s impossible to forget the feeling of true freedom once you’ve experienced it. 

It’s easy to fall back into old habits.

I lived for myself again. Sleeping where I could, stealing what I needed. 

I don’t know exactly how much time had passed before I saw him.

He looked like shit– missing an eye and a leg. Still, it was Eren. That much was obvious to anyone who’d spent as much time with him as we had. 

He didn’t seem very happy to see me, but I needed to know if you were okay. If you were there in Marley, with the other cadets somewhere. 

I've been hanging around, staying in some dump with him.

I knew he was up to something, as he always seemed to be. Probably in contact with Paradis somehow. But the shady asshole barely tells me anything. 

Finally, though, after weeks of bothering him, spying on him, he told me that I could write to you. 

There aren’t words to describe how I felt knowing that I might hear from you again and that I might also be able to explain myself to you. 

I promise that I will try to answer any questions you may have, if you write back. 

For now, let me say, even seeing all your anger and sadness when I left, if I could go back in time, I’d still make the same choice over and over again, knowing that now you’re safe.

If I don’t see you again, I’ll die with just one regret– that I didn’t marry you. So, I hope we meet again before our time is up, so I can die without any.

With love, Ymir

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i wish he was real

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bf!Sukuna being a tease was supposed to be a one-shot but im being tormented with visions of what happens to us after pulling our little stunt ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜ ) 

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:･ﾟ✧True form Sukuna x Reader :･ﾟ✧ - Part 2

part 1!

nsfw! minors dni cw: manipulation, mean sukuna, dom/sub, power imbalance etc, slapping & spanking, choking, degradation, dp, overstimulation, lots of begging, shameless smut- hopefully u get the idea

graphic depictions of violence/character death at the end

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“Domain expansion— Malevolent shrine.”

With no time to process what’s happening, the flashing lights and music disappear as a still scene unfolds around you instead. Your ears are ringing now, and you look around, trying to take in whatever information you can about your new surroundings as your eyes adjust. 

You’re standing inside what is clearly a shrine, though it’s unlike any you’d seen before. Enormous, white teeth lie at your feet and above your head, four oversized sets of jaws forming the entrances between each post around you. Skulls of cattle are littered around the outside of the shrine, all of which is surrounded by black water. The sound of your pulse replaces the ringing in your ears from your increasing apprehension. 

A calloused hand wraps around your waist, turning you around so you’re facing its owner. At his full height, Sukuna towers over you, his broad figure blocking what little light was entering the shrine. You knew he was huge, you could tell that much when he was sitting down, but this was still more than anything you’d imagined. You think that there’s no chance he stands below 7 feet, your neck straining just to look up at him. 

Sukuna’s steady gaze meets your uncertain one and he brings another hand up to your face, brushing a knuckle against your jaw. He moves all four arms to wrap around your torso, pulling you towards him, creating a false sense of security. You relish in the delicate embrace, letting out a soft sigh as your nerves calm quickly. Just as he’d intended. 

Sukuna raises a hand again, tilting your chin up to him, as he lowers his head to your level, his breath fanning your face. You lick your lips and his eyes flicker down to them. You find yourself craving him again, leaning up on your toes to close the space between your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The kiss starts slow, his lips as soft as he’s holding you, a stark contrast to the rest of him. Sukuna’s restraint has been fraying since he got you into his domain, and it finally snaps. His hold on you turns possessive, dominant. 

The hand under your chin moves to your nape while the fingers on your hips and waist dig into you. You gasp at the switch, and he grins smugly before biting down on your lip sharply, breaking the thin skin. His tongue moves fast, swiping up the droplets of blood with a groan, before sliding into your open mouth. You swirl your tongue around his, savoring the faint taste of copper and liquor. 

“Touch me,” you’re panting and whining again already, mind and body overcome with need.

Your head snaps to the side, a red mark forming rapidly on your face from where he just hit you with an impossible speed. He grabs both cheeks in one hand and straightens your head out again. “Such horrible manners,” he tuts at you. “You think you can make demands of me?”

You know that you’d be mortified by the wetness pooling between your legs again if you weren’t so desperate for him. “Please,” you beg meekly, “please, I want more, whatever you’ll give me.”

Sukuna chuckles as he delivers a few light slaps to your cheek. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, pulling away and twisting your body around another time, pressing your back into his chest. His lower hands are on your hips, grinding you against the growing bulge in his pants. Two arms come up to your breasts, squeezing them through your corset, making you sigh. 

Sukuna’s head lowers to the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as he commits your scent to memory. A low moan rumbles in your ear as he nips at it. You rest your head back on his shoulder, exposing your neck for him. His lips descend further, sucking hard on the skin as he places a series of sloppy kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. 

You know your throat is going to be littered in purple brands the next day but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

The hands on your hips roam lower, grabbing your ass and hiking up your skirt, before one of them sneaks under it. Your breath hitches and you send out a silent prayer, hoping that Sukuna will answer it by rewarding you with even just one finger. His fingers brush against the elastic of your underwear, dipping briefly under the waistband before pulling back out again, teasing you. You grind harder against him, your body pleading for what it needs.

“So impatient.” He lets out a low laugh, “my pet loves when I touch her, doesn’t she?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, “I do.”

The hands on your breasts slide back and up to your shoulders, the other two coming to rest on the small of your back as he sends you back down to your bruised knees. 

You let out a shriek as he shoves you forward. Your hands swing out in front of you to brace yourself as you fold over the large teeth protruding from the floor. You can feel the rough stone cutting into the skin of your palms.

Sukuna kneels behind you with complete disregard for your now bleeding hands. He hooks his own under your hips first, pulling your ass higher, before another pulls your soiled panties to the side. He sighs loudly at the sight of your glistening pussy, poised and ready for him. 

He knew this sight was awaiting him. Sukuna had realized that it didn’t matter what he put you through because the whore inside you would take anything.

With his one free hand he slowly runs two fingers through your folds, deliberately applying more pressure to your entrance each time he glides over it, making you squirm. On the last one he pushes his hand further, finding your clit. 

“A-ah!” Your fractured cries only encourage Sukuna to give you more. 

A hand leaves your hips, joining the one that’s touching you salaciously. He presses one finger into your cunt until he’s knuckle deep before pulling it out and adding another, curling them with each thrust. 

“There you go, this what you were wanting?” Your silky walls elicit a groan from Sukuna as he imagines what they’ll feel like around his cock. The combination of him rubbing your clit while he fucks you with his fingers you has your breathing ragged, a slew of ‘yes’s spilling softly from your lips. 

Sukuna applies more pressure and begins to fuck you faster, your arousal splashing on his hands and wrists. The lewd squelching sounds coming from your core become louder, rivaling your moans, both drowning out the sound of Sukuna’s breathing as you lose yourself in your pleasure. 

No one’s been able to make you feel the way you do in this moment and the arrogance radiating off of Sukuna tells you that he knows this too. Just the idea of being the one to bring you higher than anyone before feeds his arousal, expression morphing into one of pure determination. Brows furrowed and jaw set, Sukuna’s mind is consumed with you, the grip on your waist tightens, holding you still. Unable to move, your legs tremble as you whimper, no other outlet for the intensifying sensation inside you. 

“Mmm, that’s it.” Sukuna's voice rumbles lowly when your pussy contracts around his digits. 

“So close,” you moan out, “please, let me cum.” Memories of your lost orgasms flood your mind as this one approaches. Your yearning for release is so strong you continue begging Sukuna to not deny you again, showing him that you know full-well who is in control.

“There’s those manners. So polite now.” Obedient goes unsaid. He weighs the idea of edging you one last time, smirking to himself as he imagines how devastated you’d be. Luckily for you, at this moment, the idea of seeing you cum on his fingers is much more appealing.

“Cum for me.” Those three little words were all you needed to hear and your entire body convulses, feeling like your skin is on fire. Your hands close into tight fists against the floor, nothing for you to grab onto as your cunt gushes around Sukuna, cum running down the inside of your thighs. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, still catching your breath. “So good.”

“I know, sweetheart” he says flatly, as the hand hooked in your panties pulls roughly, tearing the flimsy fabric. The elastic band snaps against your pussy making you yelp.

You press your tattered palms into the floor, wincing as you attempt to push yourself back onto your unstable legs. Before you get too far Sukuna grabs your shoulder, holding you in place. 

“We’re just getting started, doll. Now, be good and stay.” He rises to his feet as you comply, hanging out of the shrine’s mouth with excitement now coursing through you. 

Sukuna makes quick work of his belt before removing his pants. You hear the sound of skin on skin as his throbbing cocks hit his abdomen before being pulled back down by their own weight. He pumps both of them a few times, getting off on just the sight of you waiting for him so eagerly, swaying your hips a few times, trying to draw him back to you.

You crane your head to see him finally kneeling behind you again as two of his eyes stare back at you, the other two trained on your dripping hole. “Such a filthy whore, just can’t get enough, huh?” He taunts.

You shake your head dumbly as you watch him grab the base of his lower cock and slap it against your slit repeatedly, a string of your cum sticking to the underside. The obscene sight has you squirming and even Sukuna feels his patience wearing thin, grabbing your hips again with his two free hands. 

He groans as his upper shaft prods at your entrance. “Been waitin’ all night to fuck this pussy.” You moan together as the head slips inside. The only thing on your mind is wondering how you even fit him in your mouth, because now, it feels like he’s splitting you open and you know he’s not even close to halfway. 

Your thoughts are knocked out of your head when Suknua snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one motion as you let out a scream. “So fuckin’ wet— such a fuckin’ slut.” Despite the pain from the unexpected stretch, he’s met with no resistance, your greedy cunt sucking him in. 

He’s deliberate as he starts fucking you, pulling your ass back to meet him, ensuring he’s ramming into you as deeply as he can with each stroke. The added stimulation from his second length is almost too much as it glides through your folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit whenever he thrusts.

“This pussy loves being so full, doesn’it?” He asks gruffly, his pace unrelenting.

“Mmmhmm,” you moan out. 

A hand wraps itself in your hair, tugging sharply as Sukuna lands a hard smack to your ass, making you whimper loudly. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You cry out, “love it!” 

“That right?” He asks, landing another slap to your already stinging flesh. “How much?”

“So much! Love it s’much,” Your words slur together as your mind feels hazy, struggling to focus on anything other than the feeling of his dicks.

“Good girl,” he praises as he moves his hand from your red cheek up to your shoulder, pulling forcefully along with the hand in your hair, arching your back. He bends you as he pleases, knowing you really will be the best toy for him so long as he keeps fucking you senseless. 

It feels like every part of your body is aching, but the longer he pounds into you the more the pain morphs into pleasure. No longer distinct, every sensation blends together, surging through you as a single wave of ecstasy. 

Sukuna unfurls his hand from your hair as he reaches to grip the teeth you’re bent over instead, his body folding over you.

“This pussy was fuckin’ made fr’me,” he whispers huskily, his lips caressing the place on your neck just below your ear. 

The new position allows him to drive even deeper into your poor hole as your eyes gloss over again, new tears forming. “Oh my god!” You cry out between broken sobs.

He abruptly stops, pressing himself as far into you as your cunt will allow, while he wraps the hand that was on your shoulder around your neck. He squeezes strongly, jerking your head back as he chokes you. 

You gasp, trying but failing to draw in a breath as panic begins to take over. 

“God?” He roars with a ferocity that surpasses anything else you’ve experienced tonight. “You think anything else would be able to make you feel this way?” 

You whimper, tears falling down your chin, mixing with the drool that’s now spilling from your mouth. His hold on you tightens and your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of your head. A thought that you had locked away in the back of your mind comes rushing to the forefront. This thing might actually kill you.

You start to cry and your whole body shakes, wondering how you got yourself into this situation. Deep down, however, you know it was your own fault. So depraved, a whore like you just couldn’t help yourself. He wanted you and you willingly gave up every piece of your being to him, with barely any hesitation. You cough and sputter, the uncontrollable sobbing making your throat feel even tighter. 

“Name’s Sukuna. If y’wanna call out to god then you’d better fuckin’ use it, cause I’m the closest thing you’re gonna get.” His grip finally loosens, as if he could sense you were beginning to dip into unconsciousness. You wheeze, sucking in deep breaths, ones you thought you might never take again. 

“Understand?” He growls, emphasizing his question with a smack to the side of your face, his hand wet from your tears and spit before returning to rest around your throat. 

“Yes! Yes, I understand!” You rasp out, voice hoarse and cracking from the rough treatment your throat has been receiving tonight.

He begins to slowly roll his hips, clouding your mind with pleasure yet again, as you mewl softly. 

Sukuna barks out an animalistic laugh, “Fuck, you’re filthy. Could’ve killed you, but you’re still here craving my cocks.” 

“N-no,” you protest weakly. Your cheeks burn with shame to the point of drawing beads of sweat to your forehead. 

“Bullshit.” He thrusts into you once, the sloppy sound of your cunt sloshing around him exposing your dishonesty. “Didn’t I tell you not to lie t’me?”

You concede to the sick, debauched part of you, knowing further denial is pointless. 

“I’m sorry!” You plead, hoping to cull the anger swelling inside him again. 

“Gonna have’ta do better than that, sweetheart.” He coos, though his voice lacks any real warmth. 

Sukuna drills into you again, his pace faster, harder, than before, the hold on your hips becoming painful. Any words you had died on your tongue, replaced with erotic moans. 

He pulls away from you, the hand on your throat returning to your hair as the other retracts from the oversized jaw, finding its home on your waist. For the second time tonight Sukuna’s maw opens, as if it has a mind of its own, craving a taste of you. Its tongue flicks at where your bodies are joined together, making you shudder from the startling sensation.

You feel the slippery appendage drag itself higher, sliding between your asscheeks. You think Sukuna’s still mad at you, which makes you uneasy for what’s to come, yet your pussy still flutters around him when his tongue nudges your other, neglected hole.

Sukuna admires the view laid out before him. One of his members plunging in and out of you, the other still rubbing between your labia. Both your thighs and his are coated in your arousal, a small puddle forming on the floor beneath you. The swell of your ass is still red from where he’d smacked you, a complement to the flushed, tear stained face looking back at him, your eyes swimming with adoration and trepidation. 

“Su-ah! Sukuna!” The sound of his name falling from your lips is intoxicating. For the first time in a long time, he finds himself coveting something, needing something from someone else. 

His mind floods with desire as his tongue swipes at your asshole with renewed vigor— why hadn’t he told you his name earlier? 

The hand on your waist joins the muscle that’s toying with you. Sukuna rubs around your rim a few times, gathering his abdomen’s saliva, before he starts pressing inside. Your heart is pounding in your ears by the time he’s reached the second knuckle on his thick finger. Sukuna lets his maw drool over his hand and your ass, the added wetness allowing him to push the rest of his digit inside you. 

You feel your climax building rapidly. The slow rhythm of his finger contrasts with the way his cock is pistoning in and out of you, making you dizzy. The strain in your neck from him pulling on your hair while he fucks you diminishes to a dull ache as your pleasure swells.

“Fuckin’ holes’re so greedy, swallowing every inch.” Sukuna spits on your ass again and watches with unadulterated lust as it’s sucked in with his finger. 

“S’close Sukuna,” you’re stuck on repeat, moaning over and over about your impending orgasm with the occasional ‘please’, begging him to keep going. 

“Not yet.”

You shut your eyes, now diverting all your attention to stopping the wave that’s threatening to crash over you at any moment. You don’t even want to think about what punishment would await you if you came now, without his permission.

Sukuna can feel you clamping down around him, working so hard to obey his command, like he’s sure you always will from now on. He wants to ruin you. He has to make sure that no one will ever satisfy you after tonight.

He can see your hands, curled in little fists on the ground, shaking just as much as your legs are, and he knows you won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Cum.” Your body submits to his command the instant the word is out of his mouth, shockwaves coursing through your system. You convulse around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tighter, drawing a quiet moan from him.

This time, when he pulls his finger out of your ass, he nudges another in alongside it. The unexpected intrusion at the height of your release drags out your orgasm. 

“Fuck-so tight. Not sure it’ll fit.”

You’re sure you look pitiful— a whimpering, whining mess at Sukuna’s mercy, desperate to please him as much as he is you. Ultimately, you can’t remember the last time you’d felt the way you do right now, or if you ever even had. 

“Want it, Sukuna! Need you.”

“Yeah,” he groans, “gonna take it all, aren’t ya?” 

“Please!” His question was rhetorical but you answer him anyways, unable to stop yourself.

“That’s my good little slut.” The demeaning nature of his praise makes your cunt throb around the dick still buried inside you.

The overstimulation renders your mind useless with the exception of the sole thought of how you need both.

Without warning, Sukuna pulls out of you completely, making you cry out. The sudden emptiness is almost agonizing after he’d made you feel so good, so full. 

But, before you’re even able to formulate a thought, let alone voice a complaint, the hand in your hair tugs back hard. The hands on your hips spin you around as you’re wrenched back onto your sore feet. Your hands find their place on Sukuna’s bare chest as he guides you further into the shrine.  

A look of confusion passes over your face as you look up at him, a cruel grin adorning his own. A sharp shove to your hips has your feet stumbling over one another, your stomach turning as you struggle and fail to find your balance. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs when your back hits the damp, stone ground. Sukuna’s standing over you, expression unchanged, as he watches you desperately trying to take a breath. 

You’ve never felt so small, you're so clearly outclassed. Mind racing, you can’t help but think about how right he was— if ever there was a truly omnipotent being, you had no doubts left that it was towering over you at this very moment.

His body was as if sculpted from marble, shimmering in the dim lighting, a glaze of sweat and slick on his inked skin. Red eyes trail down your quivering form as he sinks to his knees. 

“Trying to run, little rabbit?”

Two hands dart out, grabbing your ankles and dragging you back towards him, as if he wasn’t the one who’d pushed you off of him in the first place.

You shake your head lightly as he positions himself over you. The hands on your ankles slide smoothly up your legs, stopping to squeeze your thighs before spreading them apart for him again.

“No,” Sukuna shakes his head mockingly, imitating you. He takes in the view of your crying pussy, aching for him to give it attention again. “Even if you wanted to, she’d just bring ya right back t’me,” he spoke, more to himself than you, as he brought a hand up to rub two fingers against your slit. 

“Please, Sukuna.” You don’t even know how many times you've begged for him tonight, but you’re sure it won’t be the last. You hope it won't be the last. 

“Tell me what you want.” His tone is flat, his expression almost bored, as he continues slowly playing with you. 

“Want you to fuck me,” you whine, hips bucking up into his hand, trying to create more friction before another hand moves to hold them down, pinning you in place. 

“Mmm… I just did. That all you want?” He's playing dumb. Goading you, pretending he doesn’t know what you really mean. 

Your gaze flickers down to the two monsters hanging near your core before meeting his eyes again. “Want both inside me, Sukuna, please.” 

“Dirty girl,” he scowls at you. “One cock just ain’t enough for ya? Need one inside that tight little ass too?” The smirk in his voice betrays his amusement as you nod fervently in reply. 

Sukuna’s fourth hand grips the base of his lower cock, coated in your essence from gliding through your folds as he fucked you. He lines it up with your asshole, causing your breath to hitch as you feel the head prod at your entrance. 

Sitting up on your elbows, you look down at where he’s starting to sink inside you, his other length sinking back into your pussy. You focus your attention on trying to relax for him, but you wonder if the two fingers he used to prep you will really be enough.

“Fuck— I knew you’d be a perfect whore fr’me. Suckin’ my cocks in— so greedy.” His words barely reach your ears. Your head drops back as a long sigh escapes your lips, any worries falling from your mind as he continues pushing into your eager holes, a dizzying combination of pleasure, pain, and pressure overwhelming you. 

When Sukuna finally bottoms out, it’s like nothing you’ve experienced before. His fingers weren’t small by any means, but you were right— nothing could have truly prepared you for both of him. It was as if someone lit your skin on fire, body tingling, as he split you in half. Your mouth opens with a silent scream, only the sound of your ragged breathing escaping. 

Sukuna stills, relishing in the feeling of you spasming around him with every breath, before he pulls out slowly. 

Your holes are so tight, it feels like they’re pushing him out as he moves, but still so wet that when he slams back into you he’s barely met with any resistance. The minute his hips meet yours again, you collapse onto your back, arms splayed out beside you as you moan pornographically. 

Sukuna takes the opportunity to grab both wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. Two remain gripping your thighs, while he places the last on the ground beside your head, stabilizing himself as he begins to drill into you. 

The sudden speed is impossible to keep up with, but he holds you in place, leaving you no choice but to surrender yourself to him completely. 

The sight of the bulge in your stomach from all of him finally inside you drives him crazy. Sukuna can sense himself succumbing to his carnal instincts as a guttural groan spills from his throat.  

“Lettin’ me use all your holes— fuckin’ slut,” he pants, beads of sweat beginning to drip down his jaw. 

He crashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy, possessive kiss, swallowing all your moans. His tongue swirls around yours before he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard again. The taste of iron fills both your mouths, a small red stream dripping out from between your lips. 

Sukuna thought it was impossible for him to get any harder, but he feels his cocks straining painfully inside you. Once he’d tasted your blood he was addicted, he thinks the only sweeter thing would be your pussy. 

He sucks harder, drinking in more of you before pulling away. His tongue connects with your neck, swiping along the bruises his mouth already left there. 

“Mmmm, Sukuna,” you whimper for him, spurring him on. He drags his tongue up your neck, licking a slow stripe along your jaw.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath bringing goosebumps to the back of your neck.

“You! All yours, S’kuna.” 

“That’s right, baby.” He coos sweetly despite the sadistic smile that spreads across his face. His grips on your legs and wrists turn bruising. “All mine,” he growls.

Your ears start ringing again, waves of pleasure washing over you as Sukuna’s name tumbles from your lips over and over like a prayer. The muffled sound of his baritone voice sounds somewhere in the background as you lose yourself in your own hedonistic pursuit. 

A series of light smacks to the side of your face pull you back to reality, your eyes meeting Sukuna’s burning glare.

“My name the only thing y’know how to say now?” His hand grips your cheeks strongly.

You try to shake your head ‘no’ but he forces the movement into a nod, answering for you. “Aww, fucked you stupid already,” he taunts, “‘s’alright, don’t need to know anything else.”

Sukuna folds your knees to your chest, the hands on your thighs gliding up your legs, grabbing your ankles and pulling them over his shoulders. He leans back, straightening out, as his other hands move to your hips.

“S’kuna!” you scream as the new position pushes him even deeper, slick spilling out from your cunt as your hips come off the ground. 

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “Takin’ this dick s’good.” 

You flush from his praise, babbling a mix of ‘thank you’s and moans, unable to form a coherent sentence. 

Your hands scramble to find something to hold onto, eventually digging your nails into his forearms. You trail your gaze up, veins protruding from the exertion as he fucks you, before scanning across his heaving chest and finally locking onto his red irises. 

Every time you took a moment to truly observe him, you couldn’t help but admire Sukuna. He was unbelievably beautiful. This time, however, the feeling was stronger, a sense of veneration flooding your system. 

He towers over you in all his divinity, as if encouraging you to let go, to fully submit to him— and who were you now, if not his most devout disciple?

You feel insane, knowing you just met him. But still, you find yourself worshiping him, eternally grateful for him. Your mind races with thoughts of how lucky you are that he chose to spend this night with you, he  chose you. Maybe it was just the way he carried himself, his narcissistic beliefs infecting you, overtaking your thoughts. Or, maybe it was the understanding that there was simply no one else like him. 

Physically, mentally, he is entirely in his own league and no one else even comes close. 

The expression on your face as Sukuna gazes down at you is one of pure reverence. He knows instantly that any wariness you hold towards him has melted away. 

Sukuna can feel his instincts taking over more, a cruel grin spreading across his face. Tears pour from your eyes as he pounds harder into your abused holes. His breathing is heavy from overworking himself, drunk on the feeling of you squeezing him and the knowledge of the greater power he holds over you.

Your hair is fanned out around your head like a halo, your skin shimmering in the low lighting. You are an angel, dressed in all black, fallen at Sukuna’s hands as he defiles you. 

“Look at you!” he roars, “--fuckin’ kill anyone who tries to take you. No one can have you, you’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to break.” He rambles on, a feral laugh bubbling out of him as he loses himself in his carnal desire. 

“Yes! Yes, ‘Kuna— yours forever!” You cry out, the rising level of your voice rivaling his own. Your stomach tightens and your muscles tense as you feel your orgasm building. 

Sukuna’s hair clings to his forehead, droplets of sweat falling down onto your stomach. He adjusts the grip on your hips so he can pull them to meet his thrusts, using you like his own personal fuck toy.

“Could fuck this pussy forever— wanna be buried inside ya when I die.” Sukuna can feel his climax approaching quickly but he restrains himself, needing to feel you cum around him one more time before he does. 

“‘Kuna, gonna cum. Please, please, let me cum!” 

“Go on, doll, cum all over my cocks.” His words and the feeling of one of his dicks brushing against your cervix pushes you to the edge, and a hard smack to your ass sends you over it. 

“S-Sukuna!” Your eyes clamp shut and your chest arches off the ground when you call out his name. You’re writhing as you squirt, your watery release gushing around his cock before pouring down around the base of his other length and onto the ground beneath you. 

“Messy bitch.” He continues fucking you, the overstimulation making your head fuzzy.

“Fuck, gonna fuckin’ fill you up.”  

You lie in a haze, eyes still closed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with the remnants of your orgasm fluttering through your body. Sukuna’s thrusts become uncoordinated as he feverishly chases after his own high. 

His eyes are wild, pupils blown with pleasure, and his jaw is clenched, baring his teeth in a viscous grin— a full indication of his primal state. 

Sukuna lets out a guttural groan as he spills into you. His cum coats the inside of your poor holes and a ghost of a smile flashes across your face at the feeling of his seed spilling out of you before contorting into a painful expression. Collapsing forward with the weight of his release, Sukuna’s hands leave your ankles, one coming down harshly on your throat to catch himself, the other plunging between your breasts. 

The sound of flesh tearing comes first, as his hand rips through the skin on your chest with ease. A sickening ensemble of pops echoes throughout the stale void around your bodies as he digs deeper, cracking your sternum and ribs before grabbing ahold of your rapidly beating heart. 

A strangled cry is all you can manage with his hand crushing your windpipe as searing pain radiates out from your chest, consuming you. Hot, thick blood begins to ooze out from your wound, mimicking the white spend seeping from your cunt. Crimson stains his wrist, the viscous flow spreading across your breasts, down your neck, and around the hand that’s choking you, before clotting in your hair. 

A repulsive squelching accompanies the released suction as Sukuna slowly retracts his hand, tendons and shards of bone being pulled out with him, your decelerating heart still in his grasp. The gaping hole that’s left begins to gush, blood spurting out at a fatally alarming rate. The smell of iron fills the air around you.

Sukuna sits back as he kneels around your legs. He runs the hand that was on your throat through his sweat-soaked hair as he lets his head fall backwards and his eyes close. Panting ruggedly, the arms that were on your hips finally relax and fall limply to his sides. 

Black begins to creep into the edges of your vision as your haggard breathing is reduced to mere wheezing, a stark contrast to Sukuna’s heaving chest. Your consciousness slips and you’re swallowed into darkness. The final thing you can make out is your poor heart being fed unceremoniously to the maw on Sukuna’s stomach— that being the last time you’ll make him moan.

Sukuna’s domain fades around you, the sound of the club pulsing in his ears again. A scowl forms as he observes the mess he’s made on his hands. It seems he once again fell victim to his own pleasure, getting lost in the heat of the moment. What a nuisance. 

Your limp body rests discarded across the bench where your killer first touched you, hollow eyes open, void of any emotion you felt during your demise. Your agape mouth serves as a solemn reminder of your protests that died with you. 

Sukuna slides his tongue along the length of his arm, from his elbow to his wrist, savoring every drop of your life, sucking the residuum of your blood off of his fingertips. His final taste of you before disappearing through the crowd that never even knew he was there.

You lie waiting, now with infinite patience, for someone to find you. 

a/n: if u read all of this ty and ily ( ˘ ³˘)♥ also rip

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[bistrocatxx]

Small town boyfriend Toji head-canons!

a/n: wrote this while listening to Crush by Ethel Cain...he's so ugghh!

small town boyfriend!toji who begrudgingly downloads a dating app after a concerning long dry spell and can't believe his eyes when he sees your pic. Who thinks you can't be real because he sure would have noticed someone so beautiful in town by now...

small town boyfriend!toji who powers his phone off and back on when the notification pops up saying it's a match because surely this was some kind of error.  Whose mouth goes dry when you send the first text and can't hardly type 'sure' quick enough when you actually want to meet. Who's confident your messing with him  as he agrees to pick you up .

small town boyfriend!toji who lets baby Megumi help him pick which flowers to get you and picks the best one of his three 'good shirts' to wear to see you, practically sweating through it as he drives thirty minutes in the opposite direction from the diner to pick you up, not that he'd tell you.

small town boyfriend!toji who can't believe his eyes when he sees you in person because your photos are pretty but you...your everything in person. Who realizes maybe this place isn't a total shithole as he finds himself laughing and talking more with you than he has with anyone in a long time through the whole night.

small town boyfriend!toji Who prays you'll want to see him again the whole way back to your place, who gives a gruff "I'd like that" when you finally do.

small town boyfriend!toji who delete the stupid app after the first date, and knows your the one by the second. Who saves your number with a tired smile before he sleeps.

small town boyfriend!toji who's an old-fashioned man and knows to show up ten minutes early to the rest of your dates and waits patiently outside in his truck and new good shirt. Who holds the door open for you wherever you go and tosses down his crumpled dollar bills before you can even reach your purse and tells you you can "Pay him back on the next one" with the same small grin on his scarred lip. (He'll never let you)

small town boyfriend!toji who works a blue collar job and takes up extra jobs in various construction sites to buy you something nice for your birthday, a nice necklace for your date, and forgets all about the new strain in his back when you beam over it. Who's hellbent on getting you earrings to go with it as signs up for another shift.

small town boyfriend!toji who happily waits outside in the dark parking lot outside your work when you stay later than normal. Not because he doesn't trust you to protect yourself but because he doesn't want you to have to.

small town boyfriend!toji who tries to cut his smoking to half a pack a week when you fuss over his cough. Who smokes less in his truck and never before he sees you.

small town boyfriend!toji who has strange scars, a raspy voice, and suspicious income for a blue collar worker that makes your family and friends wary. Who happily takes extra servings of your aunt/mom/grandma/older friend's meal with a sauve 'yes ma'am'.

small town boyfriend!toji who wins them over with his suprisingly wordly knowledge and good manners.

small town boyfriend!toji who's jackets always smell like Marlboro reds and his cologne as he tosses it over your shoulders to keep you from the sudden rain or the cold ac in the stores.

small town boyfriend!toji who gets comfortable enough to sometimes just drive around town with you after you've visited every decent place in town. Playing old rock cds from the 80's as he listens to you yap about your day. Humming every now and then as he clings to ever word.

small town boyfriend!toji who knows he loves you but won't rush you to say it. Who after 2 months tries to show it you and takes you to 'favorite spot' at the edge of town; a small stream hidden by a bramble of trees under the bridge. Who knows he loves you as he teaches you to skip rocks, purposely fumbling a few to hear you laugh.

small town boyfriend!toji who has no interest in shopping or fashion but doesn't complain when you want to visit a thrift store outside town. Who finds he's happy to drive the hour and change when he sees you light up at the aisles, whose mouth goes dry when you try anything on as he nods in approval. Voice gruff as he asks you to turn so he can see the back, who immediately pulls out his wallet when he sees how it fits.

small town boyfriend!toji who knows how to hunt and keeps his rifle and arrow in the backseat Who takes a minute to answer when you suddenly pause your back of truck makeout sesh to ask about the case on the floor, who's already back to kissing your neck as he promises to show you after.

small town boyfriend!toji who is a man of his word in every sense, who knows how many wild animals roam the town and takes you out onto an empty field to show you how to use his rifle... just in case.  Who's hands are calloused and big and warm on your hip as they guide your hand to hold it, who's voice is raspy and low over your shoulder as he directs you. Who whistles a low 'atta girl' when you pierce the empty can.

small town boyfriend!toji who takes you and Megumi to the county fair when it comes to town. Whose heart flutters in a way it hadn't in years when he sees how good you are with him and how much the kid liked you. Who scores a ginormous stuffed blue bear for you and snickers as you try and carry it to the car, Megumi passed out on his hip.

small town boyfriend!toji who realizes he's fucked when he finds himself searching for rings until 2am and invests in a savings account the next day.

small town boyfriend!toji Who saves up enough to take you and Megumi on a real vacation out of this boring town. Who won't tell you where you're going when he invites you on another date past Megumi's bedtime.

small town boyfriend!toji who tells you to open your eyes as he leads you down a trail of candles and your favorite flowers to a pretty spot away from prying eyes.

small town boyfriend!toji who isn't religious but prays to everything above that you'll say yes as he proposes under the stars. Who's usually gruff and indifferent voice gets a little choked up when you do and kisses you like there's no tomorrow.

small town boyfriend!toji who that night gives the stupid dating app a 5 star rating while you sleep on his chest.

[bistrocatxx]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ bf!Sukuna x Reader

Your boyfriend loves to tease you, but this time you get him back nsfw! 18+ - minors dni

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You’re pouring yourself another drink when you feel two, rough hands snake around your waist. They’re planted on your hips, giving the flesh there a light squeeze and pulling you into a broad chest. 

“So, this is where you ran off to,” a familiar voice purrs in your ear.

“Mmhmm.” You’re smiling as you tilt your head back, resting it in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck. The smell of his musky cologne envelops you as you take a deep breath, savoring the closeness. 

He tightens his grip as he tugs on your waist again. You grind back into him, letting out a soft gasp when you feel the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Missed my girl so much.” His voice is even lower, cutting through the music and the overlapping voices in the background. 

You can’t help but laugh. “Sukuna, I just left to get a drink. It hasn’t even been five minutes.” 

Still, you love this side of him. It always makes your heart swell— how affectionate he is, how clingy he can be, and the fact that you’re the only person who gets to see him like this. 

“Five minutes too long, then.”

You shudder when he moves his hand, feeling his fingertips lightly caress the skin on your stomach. He glides them back and forth along the waistband of your skirt, dipping slightly beneath the fabric every so often. 

A contented sigh falls from your lips as your eyes flutter closed. “If this is how you’re gonna act every time I run off, I should do it more often.” 

You feel Sukuna’s chest rumble behind you, a low chuckle escaping him. “Such a brat.”

Before you can pretend to be scandalized by his comment, his other hand sneaks below the hem of your skirt and he slides two fingers along your already soaked panties, prodding at your clothed slit.

You whimper quietly into his neck, gripping the counter in front of you as he applies pressure to your clit with each swipe. 

“So wet, baby. This all for me?” He coos, his breath fanning softly against your ear. 

“Always for you, Kuna.” You’re grinding your hips subtly against his hand, trying not to draw attention, but you’re craving more. You’re insatiable, silently begging him to fuck you with his fingers in the middle of their friend’s kitchen, like he didn’t already have his cock buried in you before you both arrived.

His cock twitches at your admission, and it almost makes him want to keep going. But he hasn’t toyed with you like this in months and oh, how he misses it. He remembers the way you’d get so desperate for him, shamelessly pleading for anything he was willing to give you, just for him to deny you over, and over, and over again–until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Only then, would he cave.

He wants to tease you, get you worked up just to make you wait. He’ll fuck you later, but for now, he just wants to have his fun with you. 

He’s smirking down at you as he abruptly pulls his hand out from under your skirt, giving your hips a light squeeze. You whine in frustration as you shoot him a glare, but this only makes him chuckle again. 

“Told Gojo I’d be his pong partner. I’ll find you after, yeah?” 

You get a light kiss on the forehead, and then he’s already stalking off towards the pong table, leaving you alone and frustrated in more ways than one.

You had thought that Sukuna had abandoned his little games. You’d been receiving princess treatment for so long that you almost forgot the menace that your boyfriend truly was. 

This time, though, a mischievous smile of your own spreads across your face. 

You let him think he has you right where he wants you— following him around the party like a lost puppy, sitting on his lap when you can, staring up at him with those soft, pleading eyes.

Sukuna’s filthy whispers of everything he wants to do to you, his lingering touches, it all has electricity coursing through your body. You want to fall back into old habits and just beg for him until his resolve crumbles, but the satisfaction of getting your revenge holds you back. 

The party is at its peak when you finally get your golden opportunity. 

Sukuna’s following you through a mass of sweaty, dancing bodies as you lead the way to the bathroom. You’d told him you wanted him to hold your drink while you went. But when you get to the end of the hall, you swiftly push him into the small room, locking the door behind you both.

The startled look on his face is quickly replaced with a cocky grin. “Couldn’t wait til’ we got home, huh?”

You shake your head slowly as you reach for him.

You’re on your toes as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Sukuna groans into your mouth and slides his hands down your back until they meet the swell of your ass. He gives it a light smack as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Before he can get too far, you suck his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping at the skin before pulling back. Your panties are even wetter, but your attention is entirely on him. You graze your hands across his chest and down his toned abdomen before gracefully undoing his belt, the button on his pants, then the zipper.

Sukuna’s breath hitches as he watches you sink to your knees, dragging his clothes down with you. His cock is already achingly hard, precum leaking from his flushed tip. A few kisses and touches from you is all it takes to get him like this.

You’re looking up at him through your lashes, eyes wide, tongue darting out to lick your soft, plump lips. He moans quietly, threading a hand through your hair.

“Bet you’re soaking down there. Jus’ need your boyfriend to stuff this little mouth so badly, huh?” He’s teasing, but you can hear the tension in his voice, a clear indication of the effect you’re having on him.

“Mmhmm. Need you now, Kuna.” You maintain eye contact as you run your hands up and down his muscled thighs.

He gives you a hum of approval, the hand in your hair moving down to your chin. His thumb swipes along your glossy lips and drags the lower one down. “Open.”

You obey without hesitation, letting your jaw go slack and sticking your tongue out for him. He bends down, gathering his saliva and then lets it fall into your waiting mouth.

“Such a good girl f’me.” His praise has your cunt fluttering, your stomach doing flips. 

You lightly wrap your hand around the base of his cock, the other resting on his thigh. You give the head a few kitten licks, a salty taste on your tongue as you lap at his leaking slit. A low groan sounds from above you and your gaze darts up to see a pair of crimson eyes still locked on your figure. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip before you take him into your hot mouth. You sink down with an agonizingly slow speed, and a heavy palm comes to rest atop your head, an indication of Sukuna’s fraying patience. 

You swallow his entire length, gagging when he finally hits the back of your throat before pulling back up. The hand that was around the base glides along his shaft following your lips. You hollow your cheeks so you can suck him tighter in your mouth, as you twist your wrist, spreading around the mix of saliva and precum. 

“Fuck. Keep doin’ that, baby.”

You hum around Sukuna’s cock and the vibrations add to his stimulation, causing his hips to involuntarily buck into you. 

Working faster, you bob your head on his dick, tongue flicking across the head every time you come up. The pad of your thumb presses along the underside of his shaft as you pump him harder, moving in sync with your aching jaw. 

“Love fillin’ up this throat— so pretty chokin’ on my cock.”

Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin, coating your hand and Sukuna’s balls. Your other hand moves to cup them, squeezing and tugging gently, the way he likes it. 

This draws a loud grunt from the man towering over you, his eyes fluttering shut as his head falls back to rest on the wall. His chest is heaving as his breath becomes ragged from his approaching climax. 

Sukuna fists your hair tightly, but lets you keep working him the way you want to. “That’s it. Doin’ so– fuck– so good f’me. My perfect girl.”

You know he’s close, his cock twitching on your tongue, his groans getting louder.

He’s always been vocal, never holding back his moans or hiding his dirty thoughts, and it has your cunt throbbing every time. You’re clenching around nothing, your slick beginning to spill out of your panties onto the tops of your thighs. 

Ideas of how he’s going to punish you after this flash through your mind. You might get lucky. He may just carry you right out the door, take you straight home, and fuck you through the night. 

But with Sukuna, you never know. 

He might take you home and edge you all night instead, denying you your release until you’re a sobbing mess, begging for him to let you cum— you know he’s not above that. Both outcomes leave your body buzzing with excitement as you feverishly work him towards his high. 

“S’close, gonna cum inside this throat. Be good f’me n’ swallow it all. Fuck– gonna fuckin’ fill this pretty mouth with cum–” he’s rambling, barely making sense as he teeters on the edge of his peak.

Sukuna’s cock is almost slipping out of your mouth whenever you pull back too quickly, trying to keep up with the pace you set. Up, down, up, down… until you hear it— the smallest, little whimper. The one that always escapes Sukuna when he’s about to finish.

Fighting against your instincts, both of your hands fly to his quads, pushing back against him with all the strength you can muster. Your lips slide off his length and you sit back on your heels, panting. 

His furious gaze meets your arrogant one and you can practically see his orgasm fading away. 

You’re giggling at him, despite the fire in his eyes. Now he knows what it feels like. “You. Little. Brat.” He’s all but growling at you, “you think this shit’s funny?”

You smile as you rise to your feet again and bat your eyelashes at him innocently. “I mean, yeah. It kinda is.” 

His mouth hangs open, staring at you with pure disbelief, as if he can’t possibly understand what would provoke you to do such a thing.

“Shoko’s looking for me, I’ll find you after, yeah?” 

You don’t let him get a single word out before unlocking the door and rejoining the party, leaving your dumbfounded boyfriend alone in the bathroom, his pants around his ankles.

part 2

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