kiyoomiee

[kiyoomiee]

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18+ MDNI, light smut

dilf!toji leans in the doorway, towel around his neck, fresh out the shower and completely forgetting whatever the hell he came in here for the second he sees you kneeling on the rug, brushing out megumi's messy little bedhead with this patience he swears only you’re capable of. 

“hold still, baby,” you say, soft and low, one hand steady until his chin, the other working the brush through the knots. 

megumi mumbles something under his breath. you laugh, kiss the top of his head, and keep brushing. 

and toji? toji is going feral watching you look after megrim with such care and love. it makes him want to marry you all over again and knock you up over and over again. 

the robe you’re wearing slips a little as you lean forward - allowing a peek of you thigh, the curve of your breast. you don’t even notice.

but toji does. 

oh, he fucking does.

suddenly, he is overwhelmed with an urge to give you more. more mornings like this. more little heads to brush. more of himself, permanently. 

you tuck megumi’s hair behind his ear and send him off to the kitchen with a “go pick out your cereal, i’ll be right there in a minute.”

the second he’s gone, you stand to follow - but don’t even make it a step before tori’s on you. 

his hand firmly grips your hips, pressing your chest tightly against his solid front. he leans down so his lips lightly grazes your neck, voice already rough.

“you tryin’ to kill me, doll?”

you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?”

he huffs a laugh against your skin, low and hot. 

“you. bein’ all soft with him like that. wearin’ this.” his hands slips under your robe, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh.

“you know what that does to me?”

“i was just brushing his hair, toji.” you laugh. you could feel him press up against you, hot and bothered.

“nah,” he mutters, leaving wet kisses along your jaw. “you were bein’ a fuckin’ dream. my wife. takin’ care of our boy like you were made for it.”

before you can say anything, he’s lifting you - big hands gripping the backs of your thighs, robe falling open as he walks you toward the bed. 

“you already gave me one perfect kid,” he says, setting you down and dragging his palm over your stomach like he’s picturing it full again. “you keep actin’ like that, i’m puttin’ another one in you.”

you let out a tiny whimper as toji slowly begins to grind onto you. the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants pushing just the perfect amount of pressure onto you. his hands are now shamelessly groping your breasts while he marks up your neck.

“toji - megumi’s in the kitchen -“

“he’s got cereal. he’ll be fine. 

and right on cue:

“mom! dad! where’s the milk?! i’m hungry!”

toji groans against your skin, his hips flush against yours, jaw clenched like it physically pains him to stop.

he presses a soft kiss against your temple, a contrast to his rough voice at your ear:

“don’t move a fuckin’ inch. soon as he’s fed, i’m finishing what i started.” 

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clan rival! satoru who was raised to see everyone as nothing more than an obstacle, their name was as old as the history books itself, a reminder that no one could ever stand on the same side as him.

clan rival! satoru who looks at you like you're beneath him, like your very existence is a nuisance, a Zen'in—nothing more than a name added to the list he was raised to crush beneath his heel.

clan rival! satoru who never misses a chance to belittle you, his voice dripping with mockery whenever he calls you by your last name, making sure you never forget that to him, you are nothing more than another enemy.

clan rival! satoru who has been competing with you the moment you started training your jujutsu techniques, from who could expel a curse faster to who could land the first punch. Because losing to you was never an option.

clan rival! satoru who’s always been one step ahead of you, smirking across the school grounds training hall, taunting you with his insufferable arrogance, making you want to carve that stupid grin right off his face.

clan rival! satoru who doesn’t hesitate to fight you, but something about it feels less like war and more like a dance—one that neither of you can bring yourselves to end.

clan rival! satoru who tenses when you lean in after defeating him, your voice taunting him as your fingers gripped his chin just hard enough to bruise as you whispered in his ear, “Aw, you said you were the strongest? That’s cute.” He scoffs, but his ears burn red.

clan rival! satoru who would rather die than admit he respects you, so instead, his words were sharp as a blade, cutting you down at every opportunity, watching to see if he can finally make you break.

clan rival! satoru who should want nothing more than to see you fall—instead, he finds himself watching you too closely, focusing the way you move, memorizing your little mannerisms, the way you glare at him like he’s one of the curses you’d like to exorcise.

clan rival! satoru who hates you. Not because his elders taught him to, but because you never back down. Hates the way you make his blood rush hotter than it should. Hates that no matter how many times he tries to put you in your place—he can never get you out of his head.

clan rival! satoru who grew up alongside you, from kids to powerful sorcerers, yet somehow it never stopped being you versus him. But each mission when the stakes got higher and every battle was bloodier than the last, he starts to wonder—does he really hate you, or has he been afraid of losing you all along?

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one. two. three. four. five.

A groan escaped your lips as you clutched your head. What the hell happened last night?

You woke up feeling absolutely terrible. Your head was pounding, your throat felt like sandpaper, and your entire body ached as if you’d been hit by a truck.

The taste of alcohol still lingered on your tongue as fragments of memories came back in your mind.

That voice—low, rough, and unmistakable.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Your breath hitched.

Oh.

You squeezed your eyes shut as more pieces of the night fell into place. Sukuna. His gaze locking onto yours, intense and unwavering. The weight of his words settling heavily between you.

“I want you.”

You remember passing out in his arms. The memory struck like a jolt of lightning, cutting through the haze of your hangover.

Your throat tightened. How were you supposed to face him after that?

Before you could spiral any further, another wave of nausea hit and you stumbled to get out of bed. The world tilted dangerously as you made your way to the bathroom, vomiting the contents of last night’s bad decisions.

By the time you managed to make it downstairs, the dizziness had only worsened. The lights to the kitchen were on, and that could only mean one thing. Your stomach twisted as you slowly turned your head—and there he was.

Sukuna.

Unlike you, he looked completely fine, leaning against the counter with a mug in his hands. Before you could even open your mouth, he glanced up and immediately scowled.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” you croaked, your voice barely audible. “Do we have any medicine?”

His frown deepened, and you saw something flickered in his gaze. Concern?

Before you could make sense of it, your legs gave out.

You barely registered the moment Sukuna closed the distance between you, catching you before you could hit the floor. Strong, steady arms wrapped around your waist, holding you up with ease.

“Fuck, how much did you drink last night?” His voice was lower now, softer. It felt almost… worried.

“I’m fine.” You tried to protest, but even speaking hurt.

“Shut up and let me help you.” he muttered, scooping you into his arms as if you weighed nothing.

Your hangover must’ve been worse than you thought, because you didn’t even have the strength to argue.

He sets you down on the sofa and quickly wrapped a blanket on your body. As you drifted in and out of sleep, a cool cloth was pressed against your forehead, the quiet sound of a chair scraping against the floor as he moved around to get you some water and medicine.

It wasn’t like him.

You were so used to Sukuna’s was harsh words and teasing insults that his lingering stares left your head spinning for reasons entirely unrelated to hangover.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you mumbled, when you woke up fully.

Sukuna was sitting at the edge of the sofa. His hands that moved to fix the blanket with unexpected care, hesitated.

His crimson eyes flickered to yours with an unreadable look beneath them. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leaned back and ran a hand through his hair.

“You don’t remember, do you?” he asked.

You remembered enough. Enough to know that whatever had happened between you two last night wasn’t a drunken misunderstanding.

Sukuna’s confession. His words, sharp yet desperate. The way your heart had pounded in your chest as you listened to every word.

You looked away, gripping the blanket tighter around you. “I—I do. I just… I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

Sukuna exhaled, his voice was steady and unwavering. “I like you. And I know you feel something too.”

You swallowed hard, a thousand thoughts racing through your head. “It’s not that simple, Sukuna.”

His gaze darkened. “Why not?”

You hesitated. “Yuuji wouldn’t approve. You know that.”

Sukuna scoffed and shook his head. “Since when do you care what he thinks?”

“I don’t—” You stopped yourself. “I just… I don’t want things to get messy. Your brother offered me a hand when I needed it the most, I don’t want to go behind his back and fuck his older brother.”

Technically, it was him that helped you because it was his house after all.

Sukuna leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Things are already messy,” he said, voice quieter now. “And I don’t care what anyone thinks, least of all my brother.” His eyes locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Yuuji knows I care about you.”

Your breath hitched. The room suddenly felt too small, too warm.

“Sukuna—”

“I know I was an asshole to you when we met. Maybe you think this is a joke and you don’t trust me, but I’m really serious about you.” he interrupted, his tone softer. “I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

You looked at him, really looked at him. There was no teasing smirk, no mocking glint in his eyes. Just him, raw and sincere in a way you’d never seen before.

And maybe that was the most terrifying part.

A long silence stretched between you. Then, slowly, hesitantly, you reached for his hand.

“Okay.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened the moment your fingers brushed against his. His fingers curled around yours instantly, warm and solid. His grip tightened just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Okay, huh?” he murmured, voice low and taunting. “Just an okay?”

Your throat went dry as he leaned in, the heat of his body dangerously close.

“Sukuna—” You tried to sound firm, but it came out more like a breathless whisper.

He smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You’re hesitating…” he breathed, his fingers grazing over your wrist, trailing up your arm, slow and deliberate. “But your body? It’s telling me something else.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as his thumb brushed against your pulse, feeling the way it pounded beneath his touch.

“Great, cocky Sukuna is back.” you mumbled but didn’t pull away.

His grin widened. “You love it.”

Before you could protest, he shifted even closer, his lips a breath away from your ear.

“I meant what I said last night.” His voice was a husky murmur against your skin. “And I’ll say it again, sober.”

You felt his fingers trace along your jaw, tilting your chin up until you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“I want you. Do you want me too?” he teased, his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, every nerve in your body screaming at you to close the distance.

The way his eyes burned into yours, the way his grip on you was both possessive and impossibly gentle.

Fuck what happens next—you didn’t care anymore.

Instead of answering, you grabbed the front of his shirt and crashed your lips against his.

Sukuna groaned, deep and guttural, before yanking you into his lap without hesitation. His hands were rough as they gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, swallowing your gasp as he deepened the kiss.

It was messy, feverish, filled with so much need. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you shudder as you tangled your fingers into his hair.

When you finally pulled back for air, his tongue chased yours lips, not letting you go.

Your body felt like it was burning and Sukuna’s smirk was downright sinful when he finally lets you go. “Now that’s more like it.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how breathless you were. “Shut up.”

His fingers tightened on your hips, dragging you just a little closer. “Make me.”

And, god help him—

You did.

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[kiyoomiee]

i swear the way you write Sukuna is SO SO SO SO GOOD!! like it’s to the point where i have reread boxer!Sukuna as well as where reader is living with Sukuna and Yuuji and I swear on EVERYTHING Sukuna has me in a CHOKEHOLD (like i would do whatever he asked 🤭)

THE WAY YOU WRITE SUKUNA IS SO AMAZING I CANT I WANT HIM TO PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD (who said that… 👀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AKSKSJS

I enjoy reading your comments, and it honestly cheers me up whenever I see everyone’s thoughts about each chapter 🥺

Thank you so much for the support! Love ya!

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one. two. three. four. five.

“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”

Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.

It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.

Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.

He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.

He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.

The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.

Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.

Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.

What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.

Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.

Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.

He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.

You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.

“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.

“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.

“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.

“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.

You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.

But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.

Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?

Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.

Why did that annoy you so much?

“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.

“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”

Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.

“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.

“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.

Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.

Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.

“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.

“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”

Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.

“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”

“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.

Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.

Who the fuck?

The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.

“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.

“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.

“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”

“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.

“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.

Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.

“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.

“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.

Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.

His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.

Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.

“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.

“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.

“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.

“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”

“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.

“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”

“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”

“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”

“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.

The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”

Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.

You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.

But you didn’t.

Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.

All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.

You didn’t say a word.

And that silence was your answer.

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[kiyoomiee]

Can I have a long headcanon where sukuna who has brought a lot of women back home in the previous years but now that you are living with the brothers, he stopped and maybe he is hell bent on convincing you he ain't a whore, that he only genuinely likes you and is probably maybe in love with you and for the first time for that matter.. maybe he'll put in so much efforts to win you so you don't doubt him one bit and it's a whole fiasco with him being an absolute mess cz of this young girl who might think it's a just a fling and he us trying to prove otherwise.. and it's so cute and fluffy and smutty

I think you’re gonna like the next chapter because the scenario plays out similar to this 👀

I drafted it already and it’s the longest chapter so far, just polishing some parts and will post it soon!

[kiyoomiee]

one. two. three. four. five.

After that pool party incident, Sukuna tried his best to stay away from you. But how could he when you're literally everywhere?

Walking into the kitchen in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in one of his oversized shirts that Yuuji must've mistook as his and let you borrow it. The way it barely covered your thighs had him gripping his coffee mug too tight. Fucking sinful.

Running into you in the hallway after your shower, hair wet and skin flushed from the hot water. The scent of your shampoo and body wash lingering in the air long enough for him to get addicted to it even after you're gone.

Sukuna can sense that you're trying to avoid him too.

You started waiting until you hear his bedroom door close before going out of your room. You would sometimes eat your meals alone just to avoid him in the kitchen.

It was driving him insane. He wanted to avoid you, yet he can't stop seeking you out when you're gone from his sight.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, and he hated it. Hated how his body reacted every time you were near. Hated how his eyes followed you whenever you entered a room.

But most of all, he hated how you made him feel things he never felt before.

“You've been spacing out a lot lately. Everything okay?” Yuuji's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Shut up.” Sukuna grunts. They were watching Yuuji's favorite movie, yet Sukuna's focus was anywhere but the screen in front of him.

His brother was more perceptive around others, contrary to other people's thoughts. Yuuji noticed his lingering eyes whenever you're around.

Where are you? You aren't home yet.

“She's sleeping over Nobara's dorm tonight, if that's what you're worried about.” Yuuji mentioned as if he can read thoughts, and watched as his brother's expression darken.

“Not worried.” Liar. Just the mention of you had his chest tighten uncomfortably.

He needed to get his shit together. You were his brother's best friend, for fuck's sake. Off limits. Forbidden. Young. Not his type.

Lies. lies. lies.

One night, Sukuna came home late from work, pissed over a client who tried to lowball him about their tattoo design which he spent fucking hours on.

He found you in the kitchen, humming softly while washing dishes. He went straight for the cupboard, he desperately needs a drink tonight.

“Oh, you're home. I saved some food for you in the fridge. Have you eaten dinner yet? I'll heat it up for you.” You turned the faucet off and faced him when a gentle smile on your face.

Even after being rude to you in countless occasions, you still manage to spare him that smile of yours. Fuck, you're too good for him. Add that to the fucking list of reasons why he can't have you.

“Are you looking for liquor? I moved it over the next shelf.”

The sight of you in his space, looking so comfortable and domestic, made something snap inside him.

“Can you stop moving my fucking things around?” he growled.

“I was just cleaning-”

“I don't care what you were doing. This is my house, I want my shit exactly where I left it.” You flinched at his harsh and spiteful tone.

Why did he have to be so mean?

“What the fuck is your problem, Sukuna? Why do you hate me so much?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Sukuna froze, his jaw clenching. Hate you?

“I stayed out of your way. I avoid bumping into you everyday. I tried to do something nice yet you still look at me like I disgust you. I live like a fucking ghost in this house. So tell me what I've done to make you hate me so much?”Your lips quivered as you rambled on.

You were right. You're like a ghost that haunted him even in his dreams. In his dreams where he can touch you and own you freely, a beautiful nightmare that he doesn't want to end.

As he stares at you, his thoughts became more clear. If only he could actually hate you instead of wanting you so desperately that it made him feel like he was losing his mind.

“I don't hate you.” He said through gritted teeth. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “That's the fucking problem.”

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[kiyoomiee]

im writing part three and might post it later…gonna add part four too!

im also gonna add those who wanted to be added to the taglist, don’t worry :))

thank you so much for the support! <3

one. two. three.

Your bestfriend, Yuuji’s older half-brother Sukuna, who always had this grudge towards you and you can’t pinpoint why.

You first met him during summer break. You couldn’t keep up with your dorm fees anymore and happened to mention it to Yuuji one time.

“You could stay with me! I have a spare room nobody’s using.”

“Are you sure Yuuji? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“Of course I’m sure. You don’t even have to pay rent or anything.”

A home that’s close to uni and has no fees? It was heaven sent for a broke college student!

“That’s the last of them. Thank you Yuuji, I really appreciate the help. If there’s anything I could do around here just let me know.” You told him after dropping your stacking your last moving box into your new room.

“No problem. Just a heads up though, my brother also lives with me. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me.” Your famous last words.

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

“Sukuna can be..difficult sometimes. But it’d be nice if you two would be friends. If not, ehh, just avoid him if you can.”

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

To say that Sukuna had a bad day at the tattoo shop was an understatement. His new assistant never arrived, he was dealing with a shit client plus, his ink almost ran out.

His frustration echoed throughout the two-storey house when he slammed the front door shut.

He was confused by the smell coming from the kitchen as he walked in. Is Yuuji cooking? Nah, his idiot brother would burn the house down if he even tried to get near the kitchen.

Instead, he finds a woman’s figure busy behind the kitchen counter. It made him stop his tracks.

Beautiful, he thought. But too young for Sukuna’s taste. Plus, he doesn’t like it when a stranger touches his favorite spot in the house.

So great, his bad day is about to become worse.

“Who. The. Fuck. Are you?” You almost screamed when your eyes went to the man that appeared behind you.

He looked similar to Yuuji, but the aura was very different. His build was larger, jaw sharper, and he had looked furious.

Oh, he must be Yuuji’s brother, Sukuna. You tensed up unintentionally while his eyes wandered on what you’re wearing.

“You one of Yuuji’s girls? I told him not to bring his hookups here.” He uttered, eyes not leaving yours.

You wore a tank top with cotton pajama shorts. You looked too comfortable just to be visiting.

“No! I-I’m Yuuji’s friend. It’s nice to meet you.” You said nervously.

“Can’t say the same sweetheart. I’m not so fond of strangers in my house. So open the front door and walk outside.”

What? Is he kicking you out?

“Wait! Yuuji didn’t tell you? He allowed me to stay at the spare room down the hall.”

“He what?” Sukuna was fuming. Every step he took closer to you looked like he was going to eat you alive.

“YUUJI!” His voice thundered all over the house.

“I-I think he’s sleeping in his room.” You winced at the string of curses that came out of his mouth.

“Whatever conversation you had with my dumb brother, it’s not happening. You can’t stay here.”

“But it’s the start of the semester, I can’t find a new dorm in a snap!”

“You shouting at me, girl?”

“N-No, I mean-just please, I can take care of the house. I can even cook for you. I can’t afford to leave, not right now.”

Before Sukuna could open his mouth, Yuuji’s footsteps rang out from the stairs.

“Sukuna, you’re back! Wait, did something happen?” Yuuji looks at your nervous face.

“Yeah we’ve met alright.” Sukuna muttered, arms crossing to his chest.

“Yuuji, your brother’s kicking me out.” You tried to hide behind Yuuji’s form.

“What? You can’t kick her out!”

“I can because it’s my goddamn house. If don’t want some girl in here, she’s got to go.”

“You can’t! To be fair, I did tell you that my friend’s staying with us for a while and you agreed.”

Yeah he did agree but he thought that black haired kid was moving in, not you.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Sukuna exclaimed and you could tell he’s about to lose it.

“I’ll stay out of your way all the time, I promise. You won’t even notice I’m here.” You pleaded him.

“Yeah, I doubt that. Clean up your damn mess.” He said harshly and glared at you before stomping his way upstairs.

“I’m so sorry. My brother’s not so good at making first impressions.” Yuuji pouted.

He’s an asshole, you wanted to say.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad he didn’t kick me out.” You exhaled in relief.

If that was his reaction during your first meeting then what about the upcoming months?

“He won’t. I’m sure you’ll grow on him, you kinda have that effect on people.” Yuuji tried to cheer you up but you just gave him a faint smile.

Yeah, somehow you doubt that would work on Sukuna.

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note: Sukuna is 29 in this fic and your age gap is 6 years. I don’t like doing age gap with minors, so just think that everyone in this fic are 18+.

[kiyoomiee]

one. two. three. four. five.

How can you avoid Sukuna if his door was directly in front of yours?

It didn’t help that you moved in during the hottest summer of the year.

You had to endure seeing him half naked, all the damn time.

You almost dropped your glass of water when he strolled in the kitchen wearing nothing but his sweatpants on.

He didn’t even look bothered, flaunting that muscled body of his with tattoos. As if he needed to add to the heat of the climate.

“You’re staring, girl.”

“I’m not.” Yeah you were, shamelessly.

“Tch, you walking around my house like that?” He eyed you from head to toe.

“You’re literally half-naked, Sukuna.” You frowned and defended yourself.

What’s wrong with your shirt and shorts? Oh right, you were not wearing a bra.

“Who says you can call me Sukuna?”

“You call me girl all the time! I have a name you know.”

“Yeah I know, but you are a girl too. And that’s all you’ll ever be in my eyes. Now go back upstairs and change your fucking clothes, you’re irritating me.”

“You can’t order me around like that! What are you, my father?”

“No, but you’ll be homeless without me.”

“Fine, daddy.”

You brat. You’ll be the death of him.

Sukuna noticed your little antics after that.

Purposefully wearing your tighest and shortest clothes around him. Brushing past him intentionally when you pass by each other. Looking up at him with those doe eyes fuck-.

He’s done nothing but notice you and it’s pissing him off.

Yuuji threw a pool party not realizing that Sukuna will get off early from work.

So when he stumbled upon you in his room alone wearing the most sinful bikini he’s ever seen, he’s done for.

All the smooth skin on display, how could he not look?

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” You jumped in surprise causing your boobs to jiggle slightly, which Sukuna was really aware of.

“S-Sukuna, Yuuji told me you kept the speaker in here. I was trying to find it.”

He walks up to you and you can feel the heat of his body because of how close he is. He’s caging you in.

“Hmm, is that right? Tell me girl, why would a fucking speaker be on my bed?”

“I-I was looking for it!” Your voice came out a pitch higher than you wanted to.

You were breathing hard. In this angle, Sukuna can see the tops of your soft tits with every breath.

Fuck, he’s losing his mind.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? All those flimsy clothing and the little touches. You wanna try to seduce all the guys out there? Go ahead. But you can’t seduce me, girl. Don’t you even dare try.”

The way he says girl. So cold and detached.

Girl.

“Fuck you, Sukuna.” You stare up at him defiantly, not caring about the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes.

A laugh comes from him.

“You wish. Sorry sweetheart but you’re not my type.” He stares right back at you with a smirk.

Yeah, that kinda hurts.

But you didn’t move. The two of you were locked in a staring contest.

“Let me pass, I want to go back outside.” You broke the silence and relented.

Sukuna didn’t say anything, he walked to his closet and pulled out a shirt then threw it to you.

“Wear it, can’t stand looking at you with your tits out like that.” Fuck, what’s wrong with him?

Seeing you like this had him feeling like a horny teenage boy who’s seen a pair of boobs for the first time.

“It’s a pool party. Every girl down there is wearing a bikini. They don’t care about what I wear because they’re all with each other.” You threw the shirt back at him and went for the door.

“Besides, the only one staring at my tits in this goddamn house is you, Sukuna.” You stated before disappearing from his sight.

Fuck, ain’t that the truth?

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tags: @emyyy007 @thebumbqueen @domainofmarie @cheriiepies

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s been in the training room for hours now. Sweat trickled all over his body as his arms never stopped swinging.

“Sukuna, you’ve been here for more than an hour now. That punching bag will break any moment.” Toji voiced out as he walked in.

“What’s wrong with you?” He tried to ask Sukuna.

“She’s mad at me. Been ignoring me for two days now.” Sukuna dropped his arms and sulked. Fucking hell, he misses you so much.

“Ah that pretty doll? Couldn’t imagine her staying mad that long with your annoying ass.”

“She’s my pretty doll. Don’t call her that.” Sukuna grumbled at Toji but the man ignored him.

“What’d you do?”

“Her medical director was being a misogynistic ass, so I punched him on her behalf.” Sukuna smirked, remembering how gratifying it was to punch the bastard in the face.

“Heh, would’ve done the same if I was there. But didn’t it occur to you that she might not want you to fight her battles for her?”

“Why wouldn’t she? I could send that man in a hospital without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s exactly why asshole. Besides, you’ve seen how she handles herself in her own field. So go apologize instead of breaking our goddamn equipment.”

boxer!sukuna who corners you in your office so you can’t avoid him anymore. Locking the door close and closing the blinds so nobody could interfere. He went looking for you right after finishing his shower.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here Sukuna, I’m working. And I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You can see where this was going, tears already threatened to fall in the corners of your eyes.

“No. We need to talk right now, or else I’ll go crazy-“

“You’re going crazy? You haven’t talked to me in two days Sukuna. Now you’ll stroll in here and break up with me?”

“Break up?“ What the hell?

“Can’t handle the emotional part of the relationship? I should’ve known since you’re-“

“Since I’m what?” His voice was loud and angry. It was the first time he got mad at you.

“How could I even dare to break up with you when you’re constantly in my mind? When I’m trying my best just so you could notice me? When I’d surrender at your feet if you’d only say the word? I’ve pursued you for months and waited for you to see me. Even with countless rejections, I would’ve continued to wait for the rest of my life as long as there’s no ring on your finger yet. God, my infatuation even turned into obsession.” He sounds dejected as he chuckled to himself in pity.

“Now you’re saying I’m here to break up with you? No baby, I’m here to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. Because I’ll lose my goddamn mind if I don’t have your attention on me even in a split second. Why can’t you see it? I’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of leaving wouldn’t even cross my mind.” He continued on and sighed in agony.

“Y-You’re what?” You were stunned. It was the first time he said that three lettered word.

“I love you so fucking much. So please, I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have interfered because I know you could stand up for yourself. But I can’t say I regret punching that motherfucker in the face.”

“I know you won’t, ‘kuna.”

“Fuck, don’t cry baby. I’m sorry I was an asshole.” He got on his knees and wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. You leaned into the warmth of his touch.

“Yeah but thanks to your little stunt, that man was fired and I won’t have to deal with his misogynistic comments anymore.” You just finished talking to the higher ups and the HR a while ago, they assured you that they’ll handle the case and that your medical director will be terminated immediately.

“I’m sorry too Sukuna, for avoiding and ignoring you. I should’ve reached out to you sooner.”

“No, it was my fault. I should’ve reached out. It won’t happen again baby, I promise.”

“Ryo.” You called him and caressed his face.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” His brain stopped functioning when he heard you say that.

“A-Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you just because I said it earlier-“ Ears turning red, he was now flustered and asked just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“I love you Ryomen Sukuna, I’m very sure.” You expressed lovingly, together with a quick peck on his lips.

“You sure know how to make me crazy for you, sweetheart.”

[kiyoomiee]

politely asking for a longer fic of boxer!sukana because I’m here giggling and kicking my feet up 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I’ll try to cook something up with boxer!sukuna again. I’m open to requests and suggestions tho!

Thank you so much for liking it!

[kiyoomiee]

Just letting you know your work is FIRE

thank you so much!! <3 thank you for the support, it really means a lot!

[kiyoomiee]

one. two. three. four. five.

Your bestfriend, Yuuji’s older half-brother Sukuna, who always had this grudge towards you and you can’t pinpoint why.

You first met him during summer break. You couldn’t keep up with your dorm fees anymore and happened to mention it to Yuuji one time.

“You could stay with me! I have a spare room nobody’s using.”

“Are you sure Yuuji? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“Of course I’m sure. You don’t even have to pay rent or anything.”

A home that’s close to uni and has no fees? It was heaven sent for a broke college student!

“That’s the last of them. Thank you Yuuji, I really appreciate the help. If there’s anything I could do around here just let me know.” You told him after dropping your stacking your last moving box into your new room.

“No problem. Just a heads up though, my brother also lives with me. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me.” Your famous last words.

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

“Sukuna can be..difficult sometimes. But it’d be nice if you two would be friends. If not, ehh, just avoid him if you can.”

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

To say that Sukuna had a bad day at the tattoo shop was an understatement. His new assistant never arrived, he was dealing with a shit client plus, his ink almost ran out.

His frustration echoed throughout the two-storey house when he slammed the front door shut.

He was confused by the smell coming from the kitchen as he walked in. Is Yuuji cooking? Nah, his idiot brother would burn the house down if he even tried to get near the kitchen.

Instead, he finds a woman’s figure busy behind the kitchen counter. It made him stop his tracks.

Beautiful, he thought. But too young for Sukuna’s taste. Plus, he doesn’t like it when a stranger touches his favorite spot in the house.

So great, his bad day is about to become worse.

“Who. The. Fuck. Are you?” You almost screamed when your eyes went to the man that appeared behind you.

He looked similar to Yuuji, but the aura was very different. His build was larger, jaw sharper, and he had looked furious.

Oh, he must be Yuuji’s brother, Sukuna. You tensed up unintentionally while his eyes wandered on what you’re wearing.

“You one of Yuuji’s girls? I told him not to bring his hookups here.” He uttered, eyes not leaving yours.

You wore a tank top with cotton pajama shorts. You looked too comfortable just to be visiting.

“No! I-I’m Yuuji’s friend. It’s nice to meet you.” You said nervously.

“Can’t say the same sweetheart. I’m not so fond of strangers in my house. So open the front door and walk outside.”

What? Is he kicking you out?

“Wait! Yuuji didn’t tell you? He allowed me to stay at the spare room down the hall.”

“He what?” Sukuna was fuming. Every step he took closer to you looked like he was going to eat you alive.

“YUUJI!” His voice thundered all over the house.

“I-I think he’s sleeping in his room.” You winced at the string of curses that came out of his mouth.

“Whatever conversation you had with my dumb brother, it’s not happening. You can’t stay here.”

“But it’s the start of the semester, I can’t find a new dorm in a snap!”

“You shouting at me, girl?”

“N-No, I mean-just please, I can take care of the house. I can even cook for you. I can’t afford to leave, not right now.”

Before Sukuna could open his mouth, Yuuji’s footsteps rang out from the stairs.

“Sukuna, you’re back! Wait, did something happen?” Yuuji looks at your nervous face.

“Yeah we’ve met alright.” Sukuna muttered, arms crossing to his chest.

“Yuuji, your brother’s kicking me out.” You tried to hide behind Yuuji’s form.

“What? You can’t kick her out!”

“I can because it’s my goddamn house. If don’t want some girl in here, she’s got to go.”

“You can’t! To be fair, I did tell you that my friend’s staying with us for a while and you agreed.”

Yeah he did agree but he thought that black haired kid was moving in, not you.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Sukuna exclaimed and you could tell he’s about to lose it.

“I’ll stay out of your way all the time, I promise. You won’t even notice I’m here.” You pleaded him.

“Yeah, I doubt that. Clean up your damn mess.” He said harshly and glared at you before stomping his way upstairs.

“I’m so sorry. My brother’s not so good at making first impressions.” Yuuji pouted.

He’s an asshole, you wanted to say.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad he didn’t kick me out.” You exhaled in relief.

If that was his reaction during your first meeting then what about the upcoming months?

“He won’t. I’m sure you’ll grow on him, you kinda have that effect on people.” Yuuji tried to cheer you up but you just gave him a faint smile.

Yeah, somehow you doubt that would work on Sukuna.

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note: Sukuna is 29 in this fic and your age gap is 6 years. I don’t like doing age gap with minors, so just think that everyone in this fic are 18+.

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s a menace in and out of the ring. Even with a bit of blood on his face, he didn’t hesitate to wink and point a finger at you when they finally announced that he’s the champion for match.

He didn’t even bother to wait for his heavyweight championship belt, he got out of the ring and went straight to where you were.

boxer!sukuna who forgets that all eyes were on him as he lifted you up and hugged you. The Sukuna, letting everyone see this side of him all because of you.

“I’m so proud of you ‘kuna.” You buried your face on his neck. You were avoiding the blinding lights of camera flashes, getting all red and shy under Sukuna’s hold.

“Sukuna! How do you feel now that you’ve won the championship again?”

“How did you prepare yourself for this season?”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Sukuna! Tell us something about her!”

The reporters threw questions left and right. But Sukuna only smiled, his eyes still locked on you.

“She’s the girl I’ve been obsessed with for so long, and I plan to make her mine.”

boxer!sukuna who can’t get his hands off of you during his celebratory dinner party. His large palm alternated between touching your thigh and your waist, grinning as he saw you blush.

“Stop it Ryo.” You whispered against his ear when his fingers crept up higher on your thigh.

“Ryo? That’s a new one baby.” Fuck, he loves it when you give him nicknames.

“You’re drunk aren’t you? You’re gonna forget about this in the morning.”

“Not drunk, ‘m just so in love with you.” You saw how his pupils dilated as he stared at your lips.

Weirdly enough, he hasn’t initiated anything more and always stuck with touching you even during your date with him.

You can’t get that day out of your head. Sukuna spared no expense just to make everything perfect. He even reserved an entire restaurant just so he could have you all to himself that night.

“Sukuna, why haven’t you tried to kiss me yet?” You asked as your eyes went from his eyes down to his lips.

Noticing your little act, he licked his lower lip before he answered-

“Because it won’t end with just kissing. Plus, I’m trying to be respectful until you get comfortable with me.” His ears turned red as he looked away.

You did it. You had the Ryōmen Sukuna shy and flustered under your gaze.

“So you don’t want to kiss me?” He looked back at you with a scowl.

“Fuck baby, are you kidding? I wanted to kiss you since the day we met.”

“Hmm, should I let you kiss me though?” You drew circles on his thigh using your nails to tease him.

His hand touched your chin while his other arm captures your waist to pull you closer against him. Then he does something you’d never expect, he begs.

“Please let me kiss you, baby. Been wanting it for so long.”

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time and went straight in. Finally, feeling your lips against his made him groan. You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh, trying to find the outline of your panties as a payback for teasing him. He used that chance to dive his tongue in your mouth.

Your body felt hot all over. Giving into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. How you managed to fight back your desire for him for so long, you’d never know.

It was clear that Sukuna savored the feeling of your lips against his so much, that you had to push against his chest just so you could breath.

“Damn you Sukuna, let me breathe.” You panted against him.

Not listening to your words, he gives you a peck one more time and finishes with a chaste kiss against the pulse point under your ear.

“We need to leave.” The urgency in his tone left you confused.

“What? Why?”

“It’s your fault baby. I tried to warn you that it won’t end with a kiss.”

“But it’s your party, we can’t just leave!”

“Trust me, we have to leave or I’ll fucking come in my pants. Plus, the paparazzi already has enough pictures of us kissing.” You were sure the two of you will be in front of the headlines once again.

“But I like kissing you.” You pouted.

“Then let’s go home right now baby. You’ll love me after you spend the night in my bed.”

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s pining after you for over a year now. This man would constantly cross the lines and push any boundaries you set just so you could spare him one date. He doesn’t mind the chase, it only makes him want you more.

boxer!sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you during the company’s year-end party at the bar. His eyes were eating up the outfit you wore. The dress hung perfectly on your curves. He’s dying for a touch.

He’s on his sixth drink now, he’s tipsy for sure. You two were left alone in the VIP booth, while everyone partied on the dance floor. His arm rested on the back of your seat, fingers ghosting over your shoulder as he watched you drink your tequila shot.

You frowned at him when he stole the lemon you were holding. He smirked and raised his brow, silently daring you to take it from his fingers.

What he doesn’t realize was, you too had too many shots now and were high on liquid courage. Never breaking eye contact with him, you didn’t hesitate to move closer and suck on the fruit from his hold.

Fucking hell, you little minx. He bit his lower lip to suppress a groan.

His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. You gasped when you felt his hot tongue licking upwards from your chin up to the side of your lips, savoring the lemon juice that dripped.

“Sukuna” You called him softly.

“Yeah, baby?” His half-lidded eyes stared back at you.

“I should punch you for that.”

He chuckled, your pouting lips only invites him more.

“A woman after my own heart.”

boxer!sukuna who possessively wraps his arm on the back of your thigh to pull you closer when he noticed Toji Fushiguro staring at you curiously. Toji, his sparring partner for today, was curious about the lady doctor that Sukuna was so obsessed with.

“Stop staring Toji, she’s mine.” He glared at the man from across the ring.

“‘m not yours Sukuna.”

“Could’ve fooled me baby, you’re wrapping bandage on my hand like a wife would do.”

“I literally do this for other players too.”

“Hmm.” Was all he replied, he was busy staring at your face. You rolled your eyes at him when you noticed.

“You’re so beautiful doc, wanna go out with me?” Your hands stopped for a moment, he didn’t miss the blush creeping up your face.

He’s been asking you for a date relentlessly over the past year. Maybe this time you’ll finally give in.

“When you win the championship this season, maybe I’ll say yes.” You say, avoiding his eyes as you finished wrapping up his hands.

Sukuna was stunned, he didn’t expect you’d say yes after rejecting him so many times.

“Fuck me. Fushiguro! You heard that? She finally agreed to be my woman!”

“Yeah I think you have a hearing problem, you lovesick fool.”

“He’s right. Selective hearing can damage your brain Sukuna. You aren’t even champion yet.”

You stated, but he doesn’t care. All Sukuna heard was that he finally has the chance to make you his (wife) girlfriend.

“I promise you, that belt will be my consolation prize. I’m coming home with you as my trophy.”

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s instantly intrigued the first time you two meet. You were passing behind him when you noticed that he’s suffering from a knot in his shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to offer your help even with the evident scowl on his face.

“Can I touch you?” You asked politely with those innocent eyes. How dare he say no to that?

He nods timidly, inhaling a bit when he felt your fingers press onto his skin. You added pressure to deviate the tension on his muscles with such ease that even the current doctor can’t do.

“There, all done!” You smiled at him and walked away as if nothing happened.

He can’t get you out of his mind after that.

boxer!sukuna who learned that you were the new lead doctor of his agency. He’s so confused when you look so unfazed when examining him. The man was 6’8 and made out of muscle, yet you look at him like it’s normal for you to see his men like him all the time. He wants to change that.

boxer!sukuna who intentionally makes himself lose during training and sparring sessions just to have an excuse to see you more.

“You can’t keep doing this Sukuna.” You’re pissed, he can tell by the tone of your voice.

“Doing what?”

“Your next fight’s coming up. You can’t keep getting hurt. I thought you were the best boxer?”

“You distract me when you watch me fight, baby.”

“Don’t do that too.” He raised a brow at your statement.

“I’m your doctor ‘kuna, you can’t flirt with me.”

Then maybe you shouldn’t give me a nickname, he wants to say.

“Can’t help it doc, you’re too pretty.”

boxer!sukuna who going to give his PR team a headache, and the HR a disaster because his interest in you isn’t going away any time soon.

boxer!sukuna who watches you like a hawk when you examine other boxers. He thinks you look so cute when you’re extremely focused. Though sometimes, his jealously streak kicks in. He wants you to focus on him and only him.

boxer!sukuna who flirts with you non-stop even if you try to push him away. He believes that fate brought you to him that day you two met. The poor man is stage five in lovesickness.

boxer!sukuna who’s now suffering from an injury from his last fight that his vision started to become a little blurry. He still won but everyone rushed to attend to him backstage. You in particular, were very worried. Unfortunately, it looks like he needed to be taken to a hospital.

“Don’t pass out on me Sukuna.” Your palm felt so warm and comforting on his cheek.

“If I survive this, let me take you out on a date.” He managed to grin.

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

He’ll take that as a yes.

[kiyoomiee]

i wanna pass this semester so im sharing this :))

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god