#sukuna thirsts <3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tteokdoroki · 3 months

Text

HIGH HEELS - ryomen sukuna.

౨ৎ — about. “sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much.” as rough and rugged as he may seem, ryomen sukuna lives to see his girl happy. he loves to see her smile. he loves to know she feels as good as she looks…but when you end up looking a little too good in a certain pair of heels, he can’t be blamed for making you late for a dreaded dinner... ( 6.2K )

౨ৎ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, pwp — video banner. modern!au, rich girl!au, forbidden romance, reader has sisters, degradation, praise, pain play, fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism, slight!daddy kink, hold the moan, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, creampies, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl fem!reader.

౨ৎ — things to note. haii everyone ! it’s been a while since i posted a longer fic so im excited. this was supposed to be a thirst lol. i’m just testing the waters with my version of modern bf!sukuna ! many thanks to @yennified for the ask that inspired it all. i’d like to thank everyone for their patience ‘n i hope you enjoy mwah mwah <3 - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

“we’re going to be late, hot stuff.”

“no we’re not, ryo. give me five minutes! i just need to —“

if there’s one thing ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori had learned from dating you, is that time management was never and never will be your strong suit.

if the phrase fashionably late could be embodied as a person, sukuna believes that it would definitely take the shape of you. you and your beautiful brown eyes that plead with him to give you a moment not even five minutes before you leave the house for dinner reservations. you and your sinful curves only accentuated the silk slip dresses you spend so long steaming before sukuna takes you out for the night. you and your perfect lips that have to be painted with the right gloss or lipstick to match your nails, purse and heels.

all of you, and your beauty, make up the meat and bones of the phrase ‘fashionably late.’

just like right now, where you sit reapplying your hot chocolate lip gloss, perched on the edge of the luxurious king sized bed you’d demanded be in your hotel room. a room booked by your father for a family-oriented get-away. sukuna hadn’t wanted to come, as a man from humble beginnings, using your daddy’s money wasn’t something that he favoured — but the man liked to see his girl happy. sukuna lives to make you happy, even if he won’t admit it.

“do ya really need five minutes to fix your lip gloss?” the pink haired man chides, sweeping a hand through his rosette locks in the mirror as he re-enters your bedroom. “i’ve seen you do it in less, gorgeous,” blood red eyes are quick to place you in the centre of the room — they never stray from you for too long, sukuna will always find you in a room no matter how busy or bare it is. your presence fills him with love and brings him comfort, even if he refuses to accept that as his truth.

there’s a coldness to the look you give him over your compact mirror while you rub the swell of your lips together, spreading the pigment across them easily. it’s a warning not to rush you, a warning to your boyfriend who knows better. “i said, i need my five minutes.”

ryomen drops the topic with a shrug, fixing his silky tie at the collar of his dress shirt — the one you’d so carefully picked because it matches the deep tone of his eyes and the colour of your slip dress. a mark of possession on your part. once he’s done, he takes to packing your designer clutch with all of your essentials from the dresser — blotting powder, your purse, any silver jewellery you’ll want to put on in the car. he slips on a couple of expensive rings to match with you too.

sukuna is more prepared for this dinner with your insufferable relatives than you are. he knows that tonight will be about your little sister and the rich lord she’s bagged as her boyfriend along with how soon they’ll be getting married. or it’ll focus on your older sister and her marriage that she’s trying so hard to keep together, despite it clearly falling apart. both of your siblings seem to think that they’re above you and your brooding, misunderstood boyfriend.

but you don’t believe that.

and you like to rub your love for one another in their bitter faces.

“pretty girl,” sukuna purrs, his chest rumbling with affection once he takes note of your heels discarded to the side. their silver sparkles glint under the warm embrace of the lighting up above. sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. they’re expensive too — he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much. “if you don’t hurry up, we won’t be able to brag to your bitchy sisters about how in love we are.”

by no means is sukuna a man of weak resolve. his will is as strong as his exterior — coated in the scars of his rough past like the thick black tattoos that ink his arms. he remains strong in every scenario except for ones that concern you, one look from you and you’ve got that mountain of a man crumbling like an avalanche and falling to his knees. you cast your boyfriend an amused gaze, smacking your lips as you watch him sink to his knees before your very eyes.

once again, your man takes the hint — thick fingers reaching for your glittery red bottom heels on the floor before he brings them up to the soles of your feet without a word. “you know how much i love the sound of that, ryo,” comes your dark hum, the colour of your eyes dimming with a desire ryomen sukuna knows all too well. “but i don’t see an issue with looking good while i do it.”

“you’re right,” sukuna quips in a husky tone, taking one foot and slipping one of your expensive shoes onto it. “who cares if we’re late to meet your sisters. as long as you feel as good as you look — i couldn’t give a fuck.” his thick fingers that know the twitches and ticks of your body oh-so-well reach for the straps of your heels and slowly begin weaving them around your ankle, upwards.

his blood red eyes remain hooked on your exposed thighs and supple skin, littered with a beautiful array of marks and scars from over your years of existence. some from before you even knew of ryomen, others from during your time together. “do you think i look good, baby?” you ask him innocently, leaning back on the bed with the palms of your hands lost in the whipped peaks of expensive cotton sheets — most exclusively found in this five star hotel.

sukuna grins in that slow and sexy way which makes your stomach lurch with lust, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. “fuckin’ gorgeous, they’ll be shakin with rage.” he says, praise melting on the tip of his tongue. his words, in a symphony syllables, are accompanied by an undercover tune of desire — sukuna is a hungry man with little patience and a big appetite. once he’s settled on something, he’s damn sure to get it.

tonight; his prey is you.

the hulking man with the contrastingly soft pink hair bends at the neck to press a chaste kiss to your knee cap, smoothing the rough surface of his palms and workman’s hands over your doughy thighs — massaging you, easing any knots and tension beneath the top layer of your warm skin. his lips, only slightly chapped, curl upwards with a knowing smile when you let out a pleased chirp. sukuna’s hands work wonders on your body — causing your mind to drift away from the family dinner that awaits you.

tonight; you could very well fall victim to the claws and fangs ryomen sukuna possesses.

kisses quickly become open mouthed and wet, hot and slippery over your flesh — and soon, sukuna adds teeth to the mix once he reaches your inner thighs, littering the area with deep shades of purple and midnight blue. he had no intentions of ravaging you like this, at least not so soon, but with a woman this irritable and fiery and troublesome on his arm how could he not? they say that you attract what you put out and the mirthy look in your eye, hidden between beautiful brown flecks of innocence, tells sukuna that you’re exactly what his guarded soul has been looking for all of his life.

his pulse quickens beneath the calcium cage of his chest — heart beat rising as you allow his curious lips and pink fluffy hair begin to disappear under the silky fabric of your figure-hugging dress. sukuna can practically taste you, the air underneath your skirt is dewy and warm and your flavour (that he knows oh so well) lingers within its particles.

god, he wants you so bad. he doesn’t even care how this may look.

a man like him on his knees, ready to worship you as if you spout riches and bleed liquid gold.

except you do, you’re worth more than sukuna could ever hope to be. the weight of your net-worth unfairly tips the scales and he doesn’t even care. all because he loves you.

“why’re we even goin’ to this stupid dinner in the first place?” your rough and ragged boyfriend ponders out loud, with his words slipping over the edge of his sneaky snake's tongue. said tongue, if ryomen inches forward enough, could drag over your budding clit — clearly outlined through the barely-there crotch of your lace panties. “spend the night with me, doll. don’t gotta go a place…” a thick finger pulls the string of fabric away from your sticky slit, toying with the material until your premature arousal glazes his fingertip.

but before the man can reward himself with the goods between your perfect thighs — the sharp point of your heel digs into ryomen’s firm right pec. your shoes are clean so they won’t leave a mark, but he feels like you’ve left one on his heart, even as the bottom of your shoe pushes him back and away from your warmth.

“oh ryo, you must be hungry for the wrong thing,” you laugh breathlessly with your head tipping backwards, the sound shooting straight down to the hardness beneath sukuna’s black slacks. you push at him further until he rests back on his haunches — expression crazed and like a starved animal. “you forgot the other shoe, love.”

it turns out, you’re just as skilled a huntress as sukuna is. a vixen who stalks her prey and makes them beg for all her mercy. “how careless of me…” the man drawls, finding himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle’s flame. he craves your attention, he basks in it when you give it to him in the way that you do now. there’s not a moment where you’re not looking at him, admiring the shape and form of your man as if he’s the rarest piece of art in the world or a treasure more expensive than any diamond.

within the depth of those enticing brown eyes lay the truest form of love — even when you’re seconds away from devouring each other, your love for ryomen outgrows any doubt planted in your heart by your bitter family.

“y’must be so disappointed in me…” he goes on, lifting your second ankle in one hand and adjusting your foot into the perfect position to slip your other heel on. “how can i make it up to ya, gorgeous?” sukuna’s voice is gravelly, laced with intonations of neediness as he laces you up and finishes the job with a hand clasped over your knee. “i’ll do anythin’, anythin’ you want.”

graciously, you remove your red bottom from his shoulder and part your knees like the Red Sea — giving the older itadori the perfect view of the small string of fabric nestled between your glistening folds. even with the way you play coy, you’re always ready for him — as if it’s coded into your DNA to yearn for his touch.

the upper row of your teeth sink into your shiny bottom lip as you look down at your man with unadulterated hunger. “anything, ryo?”

sukuna’s chest rumbles (like a storm) with pride, his watchful gaze noting how you twitch and writhe for more. he leans forward and lets his black painted nails sink into the surface of your thighs — dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. “anythin’ for you gorgeous.” he repeats, voice raspy. in one swift movement, your red-bottom heels are swung over wide shoulders with thick muscles, keeping you nice and spread for him.

from over your barely-there-panties, a finger glides through your glistening pussy lips and presses into your budding clit just to get a reaction out of you. a squeak that makes sukuna’s hips buck into the floor and a full body shiver that has your heels knocking behind the man’s head. arousal pearls on his fingertip through the material, which he leisurely rubs into the rest of your heated and throbbing sex, right down to your quivering hole.

two fingers with polished black nails slip past your underwear’s waistband and dip inside of you with practised ease, instantly curling to find that special spot that drives you up the wall. sukuna knows you well, he’s spent years getting to that point. he’s committed every little detail there is to know about you to memory — the your lashes flutter when you like how he touches you, the way your throat bobs just before you mewl out his name. he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel good. that fact drives sukuna into a frenzy.

his fingers start to work you faster, a lewd suctioning sound echoing throughout the luxurious room the deeper they plunge into you. sukuna’s thumb deliciously rolls over your swollen clit to add to your mounting pleasure, writing the signature of his claim on one of the most sacred parts of your body — where no other person can have you.

“ryomen!” you squeal in surprise, your shaky thighs threatening to close around your boyfriend’s skilled hands. your hole clenches around his thick digits feverishly while drooling directly into the seat of his rough palm.

a resounding chuckle echoes between your legs, vibrating against your syrupy sex as his pink head of hair disappears beneath the hem of your silken skirt. “that good, huh?” comes his lazy reply to your call of his name, using his fingers to fuck your arousal back into you. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?”

condescension twists with your boyfriend’s baritone voice, sending sparks of delight through your body like a thunder strike from zeus himself. when it comes to sex and pleasing you — sukuna is a god amongst mankind. the best you’ve ever had:

“don’t tease,” you growl out impatiently through gritted teeth, though your words melt into a whiny moan when sukuna easily bares down on your g-spot because he knows your squishy insides like the backs of his very hands. he finds it adorable when your face scrunches at the sensation of his cold, silver ring brushing up against your molten, sticky cunt and hums in content when you squirt a little bit for him in response. “we…we h-have plans for tonight!”

“‘m sorry princess, didn’t know we were in a rush.” ryomen says smugly, leaning into the sinful scent of your sex as if he’s been bewitched. not even the sound of your silver gladiator heels knocking against one another behind his head can pull the man out of this reverie. despite your warning, your boyfriend figures that there’s still time to have his way with you, you don’t really care about being on time to meet your family and you hardly have the brain capacity to think about them right now.

not when you fall under the vicious waves of ecstasy and give in to your depraved lover. ryomen quickly has you drowning in pleasure as he finally takes the plunge and replaces his thumb on your clit with his lips wrapped around it. he sucks on the little nub from over your panties, tongue glazing the fabricated barrier with his saliva as he commits the taste of you to memory once again.

your natural musk has sukuna drunk and high within seconds. you’ve got him returning to old habits and addictions he doesn’t have the strength to fight off. you’re bad for him and he knows it, but he can’t help but to make out with your clothed mound like it’s his life’s mission, mapping out the shape of your cunt through the stringy, soiled material. you ought to be embarrassed with the way you throb against sukuna’s eager lips as he buries his face further into your pussy. he inhales sharply, nastily, with his nose nudging against the sensitive treasure in circles — coaxing you open like a flower in the spring bloom.

ecstasy decides to bloom within you too, evergreen roots taking residence deep within your chest and curling around your beating heart. your pulse quickens in anticipation, an intoxicating veil of covetous yearning shrouding your brain in darkness as the tip of sukuna’s tongue now begins to circle your tight little entrance. even with the fabric in the way, you greedily attempt to clench down on his predatory pink appendage and keep him locked inside your cunt — squirting small streams of your juices in the process.

if your siblings could see you right now, how dirtily your man begins to ravage you just minutes before your family dinner while dripping on his tongue and the expensive bed daddy paid for, they’d be horrified. the sentiment strikes a pang of arousal in you, spreading to your boyfriend like a wildfire.

and as ryomen hooks a finger around the soiled gusset of your panties to pull them down, you hardly find it within yourself to care about what your snotty sisters might think — not when you’re about to receive the best head and best orgasm of your life.

“how d’ya wan’it?” instead of making a move to eat you out properly, ryomen takes two fingers and spreads your folds and exposes them to the blazing heat of his breath. exhaling through his nose next, he watches with blood red eyes as you twitch beneath his hold, dribbling liquid gold more than his mouth drools. “you’re so fuckin’ wet…all this from puttin’ on those pretty shoes?” your thigh shifts in response, heels clicking and back arches from luxury sheets crinkling under your back.

huffing impatiently, you send a threatening look down at your boyfriend despite how vulnerable you are to his torture teeth that could tear you apart in an instant. “ryo…your mouth,” you whinge, voice slipping into an almost babyish tone. despite your hard stare, your eyes are wet and wide like a prey animal watching its life go by right before it’s hunted or a deer in headlights, for that matter. “you promised you wouldn’t t-tease!”

“yeah, yeah, i know. ‘m sorry,” sukuna hums confidently, except he’s not really apologetic in the slightest — hardly doing his best to tame the uncomfortable yearning building up at your core. you’re a mess for him and he loves it, he’s entertained by the thought of you needing him so bad that it might kill you. he takes pride in knowing it’s not just him who feels this way. “thank you for tellin’ me, by the way. gonna use my mouth to fuck this pretty pussy til’ she’s creamin’ all for me,” he growls to you in a sultry tone, his aphrodisiac-like words a breath’s width away from your sloppy mound — its timbre sound sending tremors of electricity through your swollen, unattended clit that convulses from the lack of attention.

nothing inflates ryomen sukuna’s ego more than the feeling of your sex throbbing against his face — juices glossing the plump swell of his lips as he wraps them around your puffy pleasure nub. his chest bristles as you open up for him like a flower in spring, the scent of your arousal acting like a perfume to him — the bee with the stinger of pleasure. he works his savage mouth along the length of your slit, as though he lacks the manners of a decently raised man, tongue prodding at your entrance just to be mean. after a while, sukuna stops sucking and making out with your dirty, creamy cunt to nip at your titillating folds, taking one between rows of sharpened pearly whites and gently pulling it away from you.

at the abrupt feeling — you cry out hoarsely in a mix of bliss and surprise, taking a peek at the pink haired man between your spiked thighs with swimming vision. sukuna’s face is soaked, his angled jaw and cheeks and chin glazed in a layer of your slick as if he’s bitten into the ripest piece of fruit in adam and eve’s garden. the trail runs armously down and over his adam’s apple, coaxing your lover into eating you out properly this time.

finally, finally putting his filthy mouth to good use.

“fuck, i love the way y’drool for me down here. got so much to give, don’cha gorgeous?” sukuna mewls into you whilst kitten licking your slit, drinking you in as though you’re a glass of water in an oasis of lust and sex. he chuckles happily at your dreamy sigh and circling hips that grind down on his face, tapping three fingers against your sticky pleasure bud lovingly. annoyingly ( but not without appreciation from you), sukuna takes it a step further by sloppily kissing you there.

even with the time crunch, your pleasure takes priority. eating you out is like a reward for your man, it’s as though he was out on this earth by the gods purely to make you see stars. you feel lucky that he chose you out of all he could where he feels blessed to be the man you let touch you like this.

“mmph, ryo… always g’na be wet f’you. for my man. only you get me this fucked up,” you drawl with a silky voice, making a show of tweaking your own nipples from over your dress for your boyfriend. with the slipperiness of a snake, your hands slide down from between the valley of your heaving breasts, over your clothed tummy ( that twists with knots of ecstasy ) and into the slicked pink locks that tickle your inner thighs. messing up his perfect look, you grip sukuna’s roots and tug on them forcefully — coaxing him further into the debauched realm concealed by the skirts of your dress.

“princess…” ryomen lets out a pathetic, muffled groan — increasing the pace of the tip of his tongue as it lewdly flicks at your sex. “have you always had such a dirty mouth? what would yer daddy think?”

your head tips back at the new, gratifying sensation — ecstasy mounting in your lower tummy like bricks of a steady wall. “for as long as i’ve been yours,” comes your crazed and melodious laughter, only interrupted by pockets of squelching noises emitted from your squelching cunt. “oh baby…i don’t give a fuck about what my ‘daddy’ thinks. only you. let him stay mad — f-fuck! kuna!”

fuelled by the idea of pissing off your stuck up family, tattooed hands move to grip where your legs bend at the knee — pushing them back until your skirt rides up over your fleshy ass and your knees hit your shoulders and the soles of your shoes are able to lay flat against sukuna’s rippling back muscles. he hisses at the slight sting he feels from the pointed heel digging into his skin through his shirt, but it only fucks him up more. your pleasure is his pain, ryomen doesn’t give a fuck about anything else except for how good his girl feels.

somewhere amongst the sweat soaked sheets your phone lets out a shrill cry — signifying a call from someone in your spoiled family. without sukuna’s command, you scramble through the sea of stiff fabric peaks and reach for the device, hitting the answer button before checking the contact.

“h-hello?” you say in a poor attempt to speak clearly, stifling a deep moan. “speak of the devil and the devil shall appear…” comes your shallow whisper as you address your boyfriend. your chest grows sticky with perspiration beneath the bust of your dress — breathing uneven and heavy because of the way ryomen’s tongue wriggles past your tight little hole, squirming about against your lush walls to hit that special spot that has you screaming and seeing stars while on the phone to one of your relatives.

“excuse me, young lady?” it’s your father, much to sukuna’s dismay, his voice is irritatingly recognisable over the crackling of the line. of course he would find some way to unknowingly interrupt yourself and your loving, doting, disapproved boyfriend. “you were supposed to meet your sisters and i for dinner nearly forty minutes ago. where are you?”

sukuna’s agitation shows with each wet kiss he aggressively places between your swollen folds, nasty and miscalculated whilst designed to leave you a shaky mess.“o-oh! hi daddy,” you emphasise the word, voice rising an octave until its light an airy. your swimming, doe eyes lock with crimson ones that bore into the depths of your soul from below — taunting and testing the pink haired man’s patience. “‘m getting ready. don’t you want me to look pretty?”

the silky lilt to the tail end of your words causes sukuna to growl against your pulsating, temperate mound while his fingers yank you down onto his handsome face by your meaty thighs. eagerly, your hips canter down to match the stride of his tongue stroking your pretty pussy as though you’re riding his aching cock to your heart’s content. his tongue fills you up almost as good, warmly slipping and sliding over pleasure spots only he can reach.

he kitten licks and sucks and bites at your raw sex like a wild animal, loudly moaning into you with every roll of your cunt over his face. you taste like heaven, the flavour almost angelic on his tongue. sukuna feels like a sinner with a greedy craving for more and if you cared just a little bit, you might have been concerned about your father catching the lascivious sounds from between your thighs over the phone.

“i’m past the point of caring about how you present yourself at dinner,” your father says your name stern and low — talking to you as if you’re a child and not the woman you’d grown into. “your sisters are ravenous, they flew all the way into the country for this. don’t you think that they deserve an ounce of your time?”

losing yourself to the danger of it all, you chuck your phone to the side after putting it on loud speaker. your lover targets your prominent, adorable clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling it in large circles until you’re close to tearing the sheets from the bed. you try your best to contain the scream building up in your throat, but sukuna has never made it easy for you to keep quiet.

“mph…fuck!”

“young lady! watch your mouth!” your father scolds you, still blissfully unaware of the fact that you’re getting tongue fucked by the man he hates all the way up to cloud nine. “i bet that good for nothing scoundrel has put you up to this. i keep telling you, no daughter of mine should be with a man like that. where is he? he’s the one making you late.”

“actually, dad, sukuna’s been a good boy. sitting all handsome in those suits you like. i’m the one making…oohhh…m-making us late!” cruel carmine eyes flutter at your generous praise, lovesick as a sunburn like blush spreads over the bridge of sukuna’s nose from how desperate he is for you. if you tried your hardest to listen in over the wet sounds of your cunt being sucked on for dear life, along with the shaky delectable laments your lover lets out, you might be able to hear the sound of a zipper going down or the slickness of sukuna’s hand around his meaty shaft as he jerks himself off. no longer able to fight off his desire for you.

your stomach flips at the sight and the pleasure mounts with your impending high, dainty fingers beginning to tug and twist at sukuna’s blushing pink hair. his pain is your pleasure.

“you’ve lost your mind, i didn’t raise you to be like this.”

“you hardly…hardly raised me at all,” the words feel tacky in your mouth, as if it’s been stuffed with cotton that sucks up your saliva. it doesn’t help that your voice begins to waver too, reaching whistle tone notes.

ryomen sukuna doesn’t know what’s hotter, the fact that you’re so easily able to sass your rich, douchey father or the fact that you’re letting him give you head while on the phone. “shit,” he curses as low as possible, using one had to smooth the pad of his thumb over the slit in his cockhead — smearing the precum that beads there over the sensitive flesh. his kiss swollen lips part from your sweet sex for only a moment to taunt you. he remains connected to you by a single rope of clear elixir that leaks from your precious little hole. “god, gorgeous. you’re fuckin’ drenched…all from talkin’ back to daddy, huh?”

a lewd and sacchariferous mewl rumbles from deep in your chest as it rapidly rises and falls. it’s all too much for you to keep up with, you’re way too dizzy and it’s only made worse when sukuna bobs his head between your quivering legs so that his fat tongue drags through the entirety of your ravaged pussy lips.

“holyfuckingshit!” you shoot the man a glare once you remember where you are and who you’re on the phone to.

ryomen offers up a cocky smirk as his excuse before delving beneath your silken skirts once more, though it does nothing to mask how turned on he is — squeezing the base of his drippy shaft to stop himself from cumming too soon to the sight of you.

you try not to forget the presence of your father again, it would be hard to, since he’s insistent on betraying you down the phone. “speak back to me again and i’m cutting you off. starting with cancelling the card you and your mangy boyfriend live off of.”

“do it, i dare you.” you somehow manage to snap back, jolting at the sensation of sukuna’s razor sharp teeth grazing your clit. he hisses deliciously against your sex as your heels cut pretty crescent moons into his back. “i-i wonder what mom would have to say about it if you…if you did!”

silence echoes down the line, broken by small pockets of your boyfriend slurping on your folds like a man starved. slurps that you’re just so blessed to be able to hear. you should feel ashamed instead of hungry, doing nothing to tame the greedy beast inside you that craves more and more of sukuna’s attention on you. you must have lost your mind, for letting him eat you out so brazenly while you converse with your father on the phone. it’s so depraved, so dirty and yet you wouldn’t give this… give sukuna up for the world.

you love him more than anything. love how he treats you like you’re the strongest person he knows whilst handling you as though you’re made of glass. you love how he gets off to you, dribbling thick white from the tip of his cock because you make him a mess enough to need to jerk off. you love how he pleasures you, his baritone laments and simpers muffled against your cunt sending fireworks up your spine and setting them off at your tailbone where your mounting pleasure lies.

you love ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori, and no amount of scolding from your father will ever change that.

“just…just be here within the hour. please.” your father requests quietly.

“see you soon, daddy,” you hang up the phone faster than a lightning strike, all of your composure flying out of the window with the last dial tone. “ryo, fuck! i’m close… gonna cum. please, hurry!”

“god you’re such a fuckin’ menace, hah, pretty girl?” your pink haired lover quips airily, his jaw tight from flicking his tongue against your sex in sync with his fist flicking around his throbbing dick, slinging precum about the place. he’s amused and love sick all at once, a feeling that was once foreign to ryomen before he met you. “gotcha so turned on by talking back to your dad, yeah? all while i ate this pretty fuckin’ pussy out… so nasty,” only sukuna could make you feel this loved while degrading you, the only man who’s ever been able to do so. none of them could come close to knowing your body like he does, the way you twitch when you’re close and start to pout like a spoilt brat when you’re frustrated from waiting for your orgasm.

sukuna takes the edge off by lifting a tattooed arm and slapping his hand down on the entirety of your cut — letting out a haughty moan at the sight of glistening droplets of arousal flying about the place while your heels drag down his back with delightful pain. you cry out, but your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you in seconds — soothing your poor pussy. “‘m so lucky to have you though, my nasty fuckin’ princess,” he mewls into you, using his tongue to bully your g-spot over and over and over while he fists his precum glazed cock into oblivion. “gonna make you cum, gorgeous girl. let you make a mess in my mouth, you want that?”

“m-more than anything, ryo!” you wail, fighting back tears as you spew a fresh wave of your sweet nectar from your pathetic hole. you do have a dinner to get to after all, you should only be crying from one place. your cunt. the sound of said squelching cunt and your dulcet whines make sukuna’s balls twitch with a load he would only dedicate to you. “i love you, love you s’much…love you,”

the delirium starts to catch up with you, becoming too much to bare as you babble nonsense into the sex tainted air. you can’t hold back, some of your release already beginning to stream out of you. “‘m gonna cum, ryo…cum with me, please!” you squeal in warning, mere seconds before your body succumbs to sukuna’s eager tongue and the wrath of your orgasm.

“love you too, s’much,” your glittery heels knock behind his sweaty mass of pink hair, cutting into his back as he walks you through it all. “f-fuck baby, that’s it,” he goads as you gush into his mouth like a tidal wave. you have so much to give, release trickling into his mouth, painting his cheeks and sliding down his adam’s apple in a viscous current. sukuna is swept away by the arousal in the air, drinking you in as he pumps his cock harshly and in tune with the way you weakly hump at his face through the aftershocks.

pulling his sticky mouth away from your equally sticky sex, sukuna replaces his tongue with three of his fingers to your clit — coaxing you through the rest of your high as he draws random shapes on the puffy nub. “keep that orgasm goin’ for me, pretty princess, give it to me…give it t’me while i fill you up,” he rambles brainlessly, abruptly standing up as he fists his cock pulled out from the zipper of his dress pants — barely fighting back his own orgasm. “spread those fuckin’ legs, wanna cum inside.”

“ryo!”

“ahh, fuckin’…fuuuck!” in one swift move, your boyfriend slips his sensitive and bulbous cockhead past your quivering, orgasming entrance — shallowly thrusting into your tight heat as you spasm around him, before he’s thrown off the edge into his own high. “c-cummin’…” hot sticky ropes of white seed flood your womb, which sukuna keeps plugged into you as he folds you over — chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. your heels clink at the dip in his waist behind his back. you’re still cumming as languid thrusts smear your boyfriend’s cum against your rippling walls, but you’re content, breathing beginning to even out as you both come down from cloud nine.

still releasing in small spurts, ryomen slowly pulls out of you with soft kisses pressed to the side of your face. “sorry, didn’t wanna fuck up my pants before dinner,” he chuckles over the warm static spreading over your happy little brain.

you offer him your own dopey laughter, remaining sprawled out underneath your hunk of a man. “so you decide to just jizz inside of me? you’re a class act ryo. what about my dress?”

“first of all, you don’t like it when shit goes to waste ‘n second off all, i made damn sure that it stuck. your dress is fine, brat.” a chaste kiss is pressed to your nose as sukuna helps you sit up, double checking for any mess he might have left between your shaky legs. “let me clean you up, don’t want your dad findin’ out what we were really up to all this time.”

“pretty sure he already knows,” you shrug, rolling your ankles as you lean down to fix a strap on your heel. “you’re a messy eater, ryo.”

but before you can fix your shoe back into place, ryomen sukuna is already on it — adjusting the strap to sit comfortably on your leg before he stands again and retreats to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean you up with.

you watch with a smirk as he goes, admiring all of the little red marks on his shoulder blades you’ve left on him with your shoes. “then i guess i’ll have to use some fuckin’ table manners at dinner,” he remarks childishly. “but i can’t help how delicious you look in those heels, gorgeous.”

and it’s true, you’re the only meal sukuna could ever want — especially when you leave your claim on him with high heels like that.

2K notes · View notes

moechies · 6 months

Text

angsty smutty sukuna thirst :3

boyfriend sukuna who has the biggest soft spot for you and will never admit it <3

who you first pursued and he intended to kill you, but your sweet personality and your respect for him won him over.

he’s not used to this, everyone has always been afraid of him and went to great lengths to avoid him. but you were different, very different.

boyfriend sukuna when he watches over your ever humanly move but doesn’t understand, always asking you why you’re doing this or that..

boyfriend sukuna when he makes you link onto his forearm instead of holding your hand because he doesn’t want to seem too friendly.

and finally boyfriend sukuna that fucks you so gently, unlike what he’s use to. your soft body and sweet voice have him in a chokehold, and he does mind it. but for you he makes an exception.

when he hears you whimpering and crying out his name so softly, he can’t help but let you know,

“you’re doing good ‘f me.” while shushing you gently.

“love you ‘k-kuna.. love you so much..” your words make his heart clench and he feels like his heart is going to explode. he wants to look at you, wondering if what you’re saying was love or lust. but your face is hidden in his shoulder, holding onto him so tight he can’t bare to pull away. you feel him bottom out before he pulls you away from his shoulder, looking at you and kissing your forehead,

“i love you too brat.”

#jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #sukuna angst #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

2K notes · View notes

milkpup · 4 months

Text

✧ tattoo artist!sukuna thoughts...✧

@g00miato (god bless this artist)

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› sukuna x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, au - tattoo artist, praise, sukuna is actually nice wtf???, pet names, implied oral, being called a good girl

‹𝟹 notes: ty to pookie @navi-n0 for the idea and for beta reading my shiiii :3 didn't think this would be hot but DAMN O_O sry to my readers for the ending :3 should i make it a full oneshot? tysm to @g00miato god tier jjk artist, im a simp fr

the way you were utterly excited to be inked by sukuna, not only because of his innate artistic talent, or even his good looks, but the fact that he was a sweet talker… or so you heard.

he would always take extra time prepping the skin, making sure it’s smooth and ready for the placement. he would meticulously place his stencil on, making sure you were satisfied with the placement but that ultimately he would be too. he wanted to be proud of it.

although he looks intimidating, and maybe he is a little, he’s ultimately super sweet when he’s in artist mode. constantly checking in on you every 20 minutes, momentarily stopping the buzzing of the tattoo gun to ask if you’re okay. you would always answer yes, this was nothing honestly. sukuna would grin and praise u, purring out things like “good girl” “you’re taking it so well”…

this. this was why you booked him. you were basically locked in at that point. every new tattoo idea you had, you came to him first. you would never admit it, but his little praises had you addicted.

it got to the point you didn’t even come up with the ideas anymore, you just asked him to ink you. you wanted to be his canvas. you would let him put anything on your body if he praised you for it. and he always did.

you always tried your best not to squirm or move around, but every little praise or comment had your body feeling. you couldn’t even feel the sensation of the needle pressing ink into your skin— all you could think about was the way his hand meticulously gripped the tattoo gun, how his bicep would flex, how he’d look up at you sometimes, studying you. one particular comment, “such a good girl, yeah?” had you softly whimpering out and jolting momentarily. his rough hand gripped your thigh, holding you into place. “be careful, princess” he warned. his sessions were usually private, no one else around to hear the glorious praises he would purr out with his sultry voice, every word dripping with tension.

he loved the complete and utter trust you gave him. sukuna loved that you were his personal project, his canvas, his toy. his gloved hands would linger a little too long when wiping the ink. he always admired his work, but this time he’s just admiring the canvas in front of him. it fills him with satisfaction seeing evidence of your trust in him literally inked onto your body.

“it looks amazing, ___” but he wasn’t talking about the tattoo. he was looking at you, every part of your body covered with him. he made his final wipe on the fresh tat, revealing the intricate design. “you were such a good girl this time.” he wraps your tattoo after cleaning it.

you smiled, “thank you~”

“you’re welcome, doll. on your knees so you can pay me now, sweetheart~”

‹𝟹 notifs: @vvxxccaa @arylaa @navi-n0 @starshipxoxo @comicalgrievance

ʚ join my notifs ɞ

(･ω･)つ divider creds to @/cafekitsune and @/eloquentreverie

#sukuna ryomen #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x female reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen smut #ao3 writer #jjk fic #jjk fanfic #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabble

459 notes · View notes

k-martins · 5 months

Text

Updating mine

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE JJK SHIPPS!!!!

10. SHOKOHIME

They stole Jogo and Hanami's place because I got it into my head that Jogo is like the grumpy grandfather and Hanai is the vegan aunt of the curse family! I like them. I think it's a ship with a lot of potential. I need to consume more content, but I love the fanarts!!!

9. HIGUNANA

This crack grew in me and now I'm suffering for them after the last chapter. In a kind universe, Higuruma and Nanami adopted Yuji and they live happily and happily!!! I think the two go together a lot and the fanfics are adorable! These Old Yaoi will be the death of me!!!!

8. CHOSOYUKI

They've come down a little, but man I still love them!!! Even more so now because my thirst for Choso awakened and I started reading fanfics of him being a good big brother and I fell to my knees! I still want to write more and explore his relationship with Yuji. And God, YUKI IS AMAZING!!!! THEY DESERVED TO STAY TOGETHER, AKUTAMI YOU DAMN IT!!!!

7. HIGUKUSA

A friend on twt is feeding me higukusa art and, god, this crack (not so crack, because that "I'll protect you even if I have to die for it" from kusakabe hit me hard) has taken root in my heart! I'm also obsessed with Higuruma, so I combined the useful with the pleasant!

6. INUOKKO

THEY ARE CUTE OKAY!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH CREATING HCS FOR THEM!!! I don't consume much of their stuff, but all the fanart I've seen is cute and their participation in the itafushi fics I read is always welcome!!! It's kind of strange to read something where they're not together…

5. NOBAMAKI

MY OPINION HAS NOT CHANGED, OKAY??? NOBAMAKI IS WONDERFUL AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE OF THEM!!! But since I saw Nobara's flashback I've been wondering if Fumi wouldn't be a good ship too? Does anyone have a fanfic/fanart of him, by the way??? ANYWAY, NOBAMAKI IS STILL MY FAVORITE!!!

4. KIRAKARI

I'M IN LOVE WITH KIRARA!!!! SHE AND HAKARI ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE MANGA!!!! I love imagining what their relationship is like, writing hcs slice to life minis and drawing Kirara! But I'm getting worried because I saw someone saying that Kirara could appear in the Hakari x Urame fight to help her boyfriend and I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen! GEGE GET THESE DIRTY CLAWS AWAY FROM MY BABIES!!!!

3. SATOSUGU

YOU RUINED BLACK AND WHITE FOR ME, YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES!!! My friend is obsessed with them and boy can I understand! These two are tragic, with a beautiful dynamic and a happy ending(?). Plus they fucked up my Christmas Eve. I hope these two bitches are causing terror in heaven!

2. ITAFUSHI!!!!

If you've known me for more than a second, you'll know that I have an average of five outbreaks a day because of these two. This whole thing about always trying to save others even if it condemns them destroys me, okay??? Fanfics and fanarts also feed me! And I'm going to convince all my friends to ship this too so I can yell at 2am at them about little details of their dynamic! AND THEY MATCH SO MUCH!!! Of course, no more than our first place!!!!

EVERYONE X THERAPY!!!

Please let the deaths stop and this become canon

Honorable mention for _ Tojikuna (more because a twt artist is obsessed with them and that rubbed off on me) _ Hainana _ Toji x Mamagumi _ Okkofushi (Yuta was Megumi's first crush and you can't get that out of my head) _ Uraume x Sukuna (one-sided) _ Yuta x Maki

#First place is what needs to happen the most!#like #I really want this to happen #two weeks without an episode and I'm freaking out already #itafushi #fushiita #satosugu #nobamaki #inuokko #shokohime #higukusa #higunana #chosoyuki #kirakari

879 notes · View notes

suguru-getos · 8 months

Text

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 10﹕✦﹕┈・୧

gojo satoru x f!reader -> hate sex

event masterlist

summary: you were the second strongest sorcerer to exist, always having tosses and turns against gojo satoru until the latter just sees you losing yourself to powers a little and decides to transform your ‘pulling each other’s leg’ relationship into something more.

warnings: roasting, both us and satoru are just talking shit about each other. <3 semi-public sex, talking about curses and cursed energy, implied degradation. dub!con-> consentual but not specifically talked about. lemme know if i missed anything (not beta’d we die like suguru) :(

a/n: guys i got carried awayyyyy lmaooo 😭 i was too busy giving this a build up tbh i wanted to make this a chapterwise slow burn story instead so i wasnt even wanting to let them fuck kekeke 🤭 i hope yall enjoy it mwah 💋

there was one thing which had been thoroughly consistent in your career as a sorcerer, which was satoru gojo’s intervention. despite trying your hardest, he would manifest himself near you in some form or the other. it also made sense since he was basically the god of the sorcerer community with powers and roots of his clan spreading across. the solo head of the gojo family, their fortunes, the strongest, arrogant — pathetically cocky man that lumes his presence near you more times than you’d like it to.

“the brat has eaten a finger, i don’t see the point of not exorcising and killing him.” one of the higher ups commented in the meeting where all the sorcerers were invited, even the scarce special grades. “i don’t see why he should be killed? sukuna’s vessel is something we can take advantage of. we can ensure the curse dies when he has swallowed all of the fingers.” gojo commented back, it was not something anyone could deny or go against. his tone was a threat enough.

you could agree to this, but not having tried something like this makes you antsy. “and who will take responsibility?” you raised a brow. glancing at the blind-folded man who was smirking with ease. “why me of course. unless— you wanna be a disappointment and try this yourself.”

in the jujutsu community, you were a well established prodigy, second to only gojo satoru. stronger than yuuta, stronger than any of them. but still— ‘second to gojo satoru’ oh well, that comment had a hard burn. you wouldn’t back down either.

“nah, being a nanny suits you. i haven’t forgotten the brat from the zenin clan after all.” gojo hated when anyone brought up what megumi’s fate could be… but you couldn’t care less. that’d shut him up.

“come on, don’t be like that y/n chan! you don’t have an ounce of motherly instincts. do the world a favor and don’t have kids.” he chuckled, murmuring under his breath. “not that you’d get a chance to with a face like that.”

the people in the meeting were stunned, they were usually quite used to the fact that you and satoru throw jabs at each other at any moment necessary. “do us a favor too. stop making any woman you see a mother and tone the thirst down? the last thing i wanna see is more of you because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

“SILENCE!” the higher ups roared, and satoru giggled, leaning back against the wall. this could continue down further. but this isn’t the right time. you rolled your eyes again. ah well, if he is willing to take the responsibility it is all good.

when the meeting ended, you were the first one to leave. meetings with the higher ups were always draining. more than the actual curses. your powers were the complete opposite of satoru. you could absorb curse energies. like a black hole. radiating them back when needed. that made you go the through insurmountable negativity but it was powerful nonetheless. gojo’s infinity could also pose no problems for you to break into. but satoru gojo had infinite curse energy and you were a sponge. interesting…

“why are your panties in a twist?” satoru asked you, looming in front of you too close. “personal space?” you scoffed, leaning back. “awh, pErSoNaL sPaCe” satoru chuckles, “don’t tell me you really think i don’t see through your false pretentious ass.” he leaned in again, ugh— shameless.

“the problem with you is you think it’s impossible for women to not fall over your dick.” you smiled back, a sarcastic, annoyed smile. “well, it is impossible —” he shrugs, as if it was a matter of fact thing.

you are not dumb, you admit that he is ethereal. he is beautiful & perhaps the prettiest man ever. you’re also too prideful to say it to his face, ever. satoru— does the opposite, he finds you so pretty he can’t act right around you. so he irritates you for your attention.

things went by a swing when you suddenly got a call from ichiji. your conversation with him left discontinued. you were busy with missions & he was busy, mentoring yuuji, megumi & nobara. you knew that there are new first years in tokyo university & the vessel was one of them. gakuganji from kyoto tech: where you worked and reported, asked you to go have a glance, check up on the first years.

you entered the university of jujutsu tokyo, walking towards the ground where maki, panda and the kids were there. you knew satoru was nearby, his curse energy presence is loud & clear. perhaps as a silent way of keeping threats off the campus. “y/n san!” maki smirked, walking towards you and launching the exact attack that you taught her, you smiled, proud. “you have perfected it! wow!”

“salmon.” inumaki hummed, while nobara & yuuji curiously asked megumi about you.

yuuji: who’s she? she’s pretty! naa~ fushiguro?

megumi: that’s y/n. a special grade sorcerer. like gojo sensei.

megumi keeps your introduction brief & curt. “what? so cool! she must be insanely strong! is she stronger than gojo sensei?”

“don’t kid me yuuji kun, no one is stronger than me.” gojo’s voice echoed as he came down the stairs. while you were hearing their conversation too, you didn’t deem it necessary to step in. unlike— someone.

“ah, y/n chan! ohayo!” satoru waved his hand at you, grinning. you smiled back, all fake, “ohayo megumi chan! ohayo yuuji, ohayo nobara!” oh god you make him wanna pin you against the nearest wall and devour you until your sass is gone.

yuuji awkwardly whispers to megumi, “they don’t like each other huh?” megumi whispere back, “not one bit.”

“jaa~ why are you here?” satoru asked, raising a brow and tone turning serious, hinting he meant business. “just you know, wanted to meet the students” you smirked, and even though satoru knows exactly who sent you here, he trusts you enough. “o-kkay!” he grins, teleporting beside you and whispering gravely in your ear. “any reason why you look extra pretty today?” the compliment sent shivers down your spine. “maybe you haven’t gotten laid in a while” you roll your eyes, emboldening your response. no way you’ll be acting coy hmph!

the rest of the day passed by in a haze, where you were talking to yaga and satoru & you were being a nuisance to each other. then…. yuuji’s death happened & you got to know higher ups were behind it. insurmountable rage flew through every single artery of yours as disappointment overtook you. the community was rotten & you know satoru would’ve been adversely affected by the news of yuuji’s death. even so, you didn’t want to pose a bothersome presence when he was necessarily plotting a plan to kill the higher ups.

the next thing was the curses attacking the jujutsu grounds, yuuji was alive & there was a baseball tournament satoru sneakily organized. things seemed alright. only you were busy tracking hanami & mahito. of course you were accompanied by nanami throughout.

the next meet with satoru was coincidental, he was assigned a mission in korea along with you, and you both met at the tokyo airport. “areh~ y/n chan!” he beamed, walking towards you where your lack of reaction concerned him. you had been— a menace these last few months. curses had been falling and you have been absorbing their energies. almost negatively affecting you. “eia~ you stink so bad.” satoru commented again, to which you again, were silent. he hated it, your own energy almost has no scent of it’s own. satoru was famous as the strongest, similarly you were renouned as the merciless sorcerer who has no account for any emotion. when you didn’t reply anymore, satoru glared and decided he can touch you. hands clasping your shoulder, “ayo, talk to me right now.”

you looked at him, “oh, you were saying something? i thought there were was a mosquito buzzing around me. my bad.” you are at least mocking him. he smiles at that, “you know i think what you deserve is to release all that suppressed cursed energy you’ve absorbed.” he was meaner this time, because satoru gojo was showing his care. hands gripping your wrist and pulling you close to him. “and you know the only sorcerer who can take it? me.”

that was satoru’s silent confession, and he thought he was very smug showing no emotion whatsoever to you. but his eyes— shouldn’t have worn glasses. “no thanks, i’ll use it on a special grade.” you replied. there was an immediate frown on satoru’s face. why are you wanting to keep it together so bad! oh he hates you so much- he loves you so much.

the flight to korea was quick & you two got out, taking your way to the nearest jujutsu school. as suspected by satoru, you and him were attacked mid way, and just when satoru was about to attack, they came for you. it all made sense, they want the special grades gone. one by one. “now’s a good time! go on- show me what—” before satoru could complete his sentence, you absorbed them one by one. “NO!” he snarled, why are you not letting the absorbed energy out.

you alone, could manage to defeat everything. except you didn’t feel like you anymore. that’s it. satoru has had enough. he stomped towards you, gritting his teeth and holding your face with a single hand, seething at your puckered lips. “stop this, stop being such a fucking bitch to yourself. can’t you see what’s happening?”

the distance between your lips and his was lessening with every sentence he spoke, and before you could reply, satoru leaned in, stealing a rough, angry and demanding kiss. that— took you off guard. eradicating all your haze and bringing you back to reality. “you need to be shown you can’t do everything alone, that you’re weak.” satoru’s words stung, but what he meant was he wanted you to lean onto him.

making you straddle his waist, to which you complied by wrapping your legs around him as he leaned you against the nearest tree. “do i fucking look like someone you’d fuck just like that.” you squirmed, though it is futile because satoru’s eyes calm you down, ground you. “shut up.” is all he said, leaning in and making his way for the sweet spot on your neck, he takes his time, nibbling and giving your sensitive skin hickeys until you awarded him with a delectable moan. “ah, there is it. didn’t know someone like you could have soft spots.” he smirked, feeling the cursed energy absorbed within you sunken and calm.

“i don’t have it for twigs like you.” you replied back, “and i’d never be one of the numbers in your body count.” satoru smiled at that, “damn, you really do consider me characterless don’t you?” oh thank heavens you wore a dress, his hands wandered off and cupped your clothed cunt, your gasps betraying your words along with the wetness in your body.

“you’re soaking, little one.” satoru cooes, “besides, i might look it but i do have some standards. won’t fuck anyone just for the sake of it.” he reiterated, rubbing your clothed clit and soaking in all your expressions.

“not for you…” your retort was awarded with a punishing pinch on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “you’re so fiesty you know that?” satoru grins, “been dreaming about fucking you since years.” satoru’s sudden honesty was taking you off guard.

“then keep dreaming, asshole.” you absent mindedly grinded against his hands, despite what words might say. “oh no, look at a hypocrite.” he unzipped himself, and knows full well, you could back hand him like an actual twig if you could. infinity was off, satoru was not using any force & yet, you didn’t resist.

eyes lingering against his as satoru leaned in, kissing you roughly, shoving his tongue in & making you cry out at the thrust of his cock balls deep. without giving you any time to recover, he started nailing him deep inside you. the way your body shamelessly moaned, satoru couldn’t help but groan. “look at you, all this power, and yet you can’t help but take me like a submissive little bitch in heat huh?”

“strongest sorcerer in the world & that’s what he dreams of? the opportunity to fuck?” you degraded him back, “like a dog in a rut?” you clicked your tongue, giving into a mewl when his thrusts brushed against your g-spot.

your pussy was clamping around his cock for dear life, and by the looks of it, both you and satoru were close. “i won’t let you cum if you don’t release all that pent up, absorbed curse energy.” satoru snarled, fingers jolting down to rub at your puffy clit.

“shut up; i- need to be prepared for the worst.” you replied back, whimpering out.

“it’s killing the essence of you.” satoru said the usual. but he said it in a way that made your eyes soften. it was clear he does not want that. “do it for this mission, i’ll handle everything.” he replied again, thrusts getting sloppier.

what you could do in return was just nod meekly. you still didn’t agree fully but god you wanted to cum. “gonna cum inside you, don’t be a bitch about it, we’d get you a plan b.” you rolled your eyes, not saying anything and clamping out, hands scratching his undercut as you tipped off the edge.

your orgasm raked through your body, making satoru also whine at the clamping, shooting hot ropes of cum into your womb. “that’s it my little special grade.” he panted heavily, seemingly relaxed.

now that you both did end up fucking, you wanted to avoid him. “nuh uh, don’t do that.” satoru gently pulled out, leaning in and kissing your cheek, kissing all over your face until all your doubts melted. oh satoru will make sure you’ll be alright. even if it means fucking the thoughts out of you. and even if it means hovering around you like a lost puppy until you date him.

#gojo satoru #gojo thirst #gojo smut #jjk thirst #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader thirst #jjk x reader thirst #jjk kinktober #kinktober 2023

679 notes · View notes

candycandy00 · 6 months

Text

The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 2

Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Oral sex. Fingering. Spanking (with belt). First time sex. Aftercare! Divider by @benkeibear!

There’s a battle raging inside you. On one side of the conflict, terror. There’s a man on top of you, his heavy, strong body pressing onto yours. You feel panic rising, and you struggle to beat it back down. On the other side of the conflict, thirst. This man is quite literally all your fantasies come to life. His shirt is halfway unbuttoned, revealing a perfectly toned chest, and his blonde hair is slightly mussed, falling in his intense eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, the third time this afternoon. He wants to be absolutely positive you want this, bless him.

Earlier, you told him you were ready to have sex with him, to get your first time done and over with so you can move on with the training. Both of you view it as a bit of an annoyance to get through. You know you’ll be much more comfortable with the training once you’ve had sex once and know what to expect, and Nanami has outright told you that he dislikes sex with virgins.

“It’s too easy to hurt or embarrass or disappoint them,” he said. “They’re either scared, which is a turn off for me, or they have completely delusional romantic fantasies about it, which no one can ever live up to in reality.”

Personally, you’ve never had any expectations for your first time. You always assumed you’d be a virgin your whole life, considering your phobia. So you neatly fall into the first category: scared. The act of sex doesn’t scare you that much, but being so close and intimate with a man does. However, with Nanami, you think you can do it. He’s promised to be gentle with you, and you believe him, so now you’re in his bed, underneath him, your shirt and skirt discarded.

“I’m sure,” you tell him, raising up from the mattress to let him unhook your bra and pull it off your shoulders. His hands move softly over your breasts, only lightly squeezing the plump mounds. And then he’s sliding your panties down your hips and off your ankles. It’s embarrassing, but he agreed to your request for dim lighting, so you hope he can’t see every detail clearly.

He finishes unbuttoning his shirt, then pulls it off his shoulders. Now you’re regretting the lighting choice. From what you can see, he’s absolutely gorgeous. You can’t help gasping for air as he slides down the bed and spreads your legs apart, positioning his face right above your pussy. His fingers stroke your wet folds, then open them. In the semi-darkness, you only see his head dip down, and then you feel his tongue gliding over your clit.

Your hands grip the sheets as you cry out, your body shocked by the pleasure. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, gently pumping it in and out, giving you time to adjust to it. A few moments later, he inserts a second finger, his tongue still lapping at your clit. You’ve read enough smutty stories to know what he’s doing. He’s preparing you to take his cock. Of course he would make sure you’re slick and slightly stretched. He doesn’t want this to hurt.

Pain is the last thing on your mind as his thumb grazes over your clit, followed by his lips closing around it. Your back arches off the bed, one of your hands automatically moving to his head, where your fingers slide through his hair. Just when you’re on the verge of cumming, he suddenly stops and draws back. You whine at the loss of his mouth between your legs, but then you realize he’s sitting up on his knees, and lifting your hips up into his lap. You feel his tip touch your entrance, and panic wins the battle.

“Snowcone! Snowcone!”

He stops immediately and pulls back away from you. “Are you alright?”

You sit up and take a few deep breaths. “I just need a minute. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “Take all the time you need.”

You sit there for a few minutes, just breathing and calming yourself down. When you feel ready, you say, “Okay, let’s do it.”

He looks at you skeptically. “Are you certain?”

Oh no, he’s going to stop! You just wanted a moment to mentally prepare. Your body is totally ready! Your pussy is drenched. You’re very horny, and he basically edged you just now. You have to do something to show him how much you want this.

He’s glancing around for his discarded shirt as he says, “We could try again tomorrow or-“

You suddenly lie back on the mattress and part your legs. “Please fuck me, Daddy!”

His eyes widen, and then he’s on you again, his hands roaming all over your body, his mouth on your throat. Looks like you’ve figured out how to flip his switch! Instead of using the same position as before, he pushes your legs up, bending them at the knee, folding you in half. This pose leaves you extremely vulnerable, and you worry that you got him a little too riled up.

As you feel his tip at your entrance again, you look up at him with your most innocent expression and say, “Don’t forget to be gentle with me.”

He looks down at you with a heated gaze. “I’ll take good care of you,” he says. And then, you feel him slowly enter you.

He’s so careful, so gentle, watching your face for any signs of pain, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact it feels really good, the way his skin rubs against yours. But as he goes deeper, way deeper than you imagined a man could reach, you do feel your body stretching around him. For a moment, there’s discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure as he kisses your mouth and gives a few shallow thrusts. The friction feels amazing, the angle making it so that he’s brushing across your sensitive clit.

You look up at his face, and it’s obvious that he’s holding back, not wanting to hurt you. His features are slightly strained, his jaw clenched, his eyes lusty, his muscles taut under his skin. You want to see that control of his slip, just a little. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him so you can say into his ear, “You can be rougher with me. I can take it.”

He looks down at you, and you can see it in his eyes - he wants to absolutely rail you. But he’s too kind to do that, at least for now. He probably doesn’t want to make your fear of men worse. You’re not afraid of him though. Maybe every other man on earth, but not him. Not now, in this moment. “Please, Daddy,” you whine, and that seems to work. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and your grip on his neck tightens.

You cry out as he pushes into you more deeply than ever, and it strikes you that you couldn’t possibly be any closer to a man than this, with your bodies pressed together and him buried inside you. The friction against your clit is driving you wild, your body jerking with his movements. You clutch his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder as you finally climax, whimpering and shuddering.

His thrusts slow as you tremble against him, becoming even deeper, but more deliberate, more intimate, finally stopping with him completely inside you, as far in as possible. He goes still, waiting until your body recovers, letting you feel totally full of him. And then, once your trembling has stopped, he begins thrusting again, faster, a little rougher. Finally, you feel his cock twitch inside you, then his warm, thick cum shoot into the deepest parts of your body.

Afterwards, he pulls out slowly and climbs off of you, giving you space. He waits a few moments for you to catch your breath, then asks, “How do you feel?”

You’re too embarrassed to say “Fucking Amazing!” so you simply smile and say, “I feel good.”

He smiles back. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No, not at all,” you tell him. Once, you read online that your first time doesn’t hurt if the man knows what he’s doing. Apparently Nanami does.

He lays down beside you and puts one arm around you, pulling you closer. A few days ago, this would have terrified you. Now, you just feel warm as you drift off to sleep curled up to his side.

******************

A few days later, Nanami is pulling a book from his shelf to read before bed when his doll approaches and stares at the perfectly arranged and displayed books, her eyes sweeping over the spines.

“You sure have a lot of books,” she says.

He’s heard that before. Many times. “Yes, I do,” he replies. “What about you? Do you like to read?” He’s already prepared for the answer. Most dolls he trains answer with some variation of, “I liked reading when I was a kid/teenager, but I never really have time anymore.” He doesn’t like that answer very much. If you like reading, you’ll make time somehow, even if you just read one book a year.

“I love reading!” she says, and he stifles a groan. The second most common answer he gets is this exact line. But further conversation almost always reveals that, no, they do not actually love reading. They simply said so because they thought it was the answer he wanted to hear.

He gives her a thin smile. “You do? What sorts of books do you like?” This is where the lie is normally revealed.

She points to a twelve book high fantasy series on his shelf - The Queen of Lake Frost. “This is actually one of my favorite series,” she says. “I’ve read every book at least ten times each!”

He looks from the books to her smiling face, surprised.

Before he can respond, she goes on. “Princess Rhoswen is my favorite character. I was really rooting for her to become the next queen, but I guess she wouldn’t have been happy on the throne.”

Wait, he’s heard this before, almost word for word. Then it hits him, the memory of a cold, snowy afternoon in high school, his best friend beside him, chattering about this book series. This friend was the reason Nanami even tried the books in the first place. Back then, he’d seen himself as “too good” for speculative fiction. But his friend loved adventurous fantasy stories, and convinced him to try this series in particular. Nanami had enjoyed them much more than he expected to, the pleasure increased by his friend excitedly discussing the books with him as he finished them.

He gives his doll a warm, genuine smile. “Rhoswen was my best friend’s favorite character too.”

She perks up. “Oh? They have good taste then!”

“Had,” he corrects. “He died in a car accident before we graduated. I can’t help thinking of him every time I read this.”

Her smile fades. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”

“Oh no, all the memories are fond ones,” he says. Then he points to another fantasy series, one shelf down. “Have you read this one?”

She bends slightly to look at the title. “Yeah, I liked it too. I heard they’re making a movie based on it.”

They go through several more series, discussing each one briefly, and it’s almost like Haibara is there with him again, talking about his favorite scenes and characters. The doll gets really animated when discussing these books, her face glowing. Nanami thinks, in this moment, she’s very cute.

He finally finds a series she hasn’t read yet, The Stormlight Archive. “I’ve been meaning to try it,” she says, “I like a lot of other books by this author.”

Nanami pulls the first book in the series down from the shelf. “Would you like to read it while you’re here?”

She takes the offered book. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

She smiles brightly. “Thanks!”

That night before bed, when Nanami is sitting in his chair reading his chosen book, his doll is curled up in the chair across from him, her legs tucked under herself, the book open in her hands. He watches her face for a while, the different emotions crossing it telling him which parts she’s reading. He’s looking forward to discussing the book with her when she finishes.

**********************

Nearly two weeks into the training, you realize Nanami has yet to spank you.

During sex, or related activities, he often pulls your hair. You enjoy the sensation of his strong hand, firm but not harsh, gripping the strands, guiding your head where he wants it to be. But you’re so so so curious about how he would be when he’s mad, when you’ve been a bad girl and he needs to “punish” you. He’s always so kind and respectful to you, a perfect gentleman even when he’s holding your face up by your hair and covering it in his cum.

So you decide to test him, to be a bad girl for once and see how he reacts. The perfect opportunity presents itself one afternoon when he has to leave the Doll House to run an errand. He’ll be back in an hour, he tells you, and your plan clicks into place.

One of the very few rules he laid out for you was that you were not to pleasure yourself. Your pleasure should only come from him, as a reward for being good. So far, he hasn’t held out on you at all. He makes you cum multiple times per day. But what will he do when you break that simple rule?

You wait until it’s almost time for him to come back, then you get on the bed and open your legs. You’re so nervous you could die, but the thrill of it all urges you to go forward with your scheme. You slip your hand down the front of your shorts, under your panties, and begin touching yourself. The excitement and tension make it easy to become aroused, your fingers slick within seconds. And when you hear Nanami’s footsteps in the hall before the doorknob turns, you almost cum on the spot.

The door opens. Nanami walks through and closes it behind him, taking off his jacket in the process and not noticing you until he turns to face the bed. He stops suddenly, his eyes freezing on your prone form. You quickly stop, pulling your hand out of your shorts, acting like you’ve been caught, your body already quivering with excitement.

“I believe I explained the rules to you,” he says, his voice low, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

You can’t hold back a squeak of fear as you scramble out of bed. “I’m sorry! I just felt needy… and you were gone… so I couldn’t help myself.”

There’s a glimmer in his eyes. He knows exactly what you’re doing, knows you’re testing him, knows you want him to punish you. And he won’t disappoint you.

He loosens his tie as he says, “Get back on the bed, on your hands and knees. Face the headboard.”

You hesitate just a moment, your mind processing the command and where it’s going to lead. He gives you a look. The kind that says he’s in no mood for questions. So you climb back onto the bed and assume the position he described.

“Raise your ass higher,” he says, circling around to the foot of the bed. Then you feel his hands on you, pulling both your shorts and your panties down your hips and then yanking them off under your knees. You hear them fall to the floor somewhere behind you.

“Spread your knees apart,” he tells you, and you immediately comply, your face heating up. Nanami has seen you naked plenty of times, but something about this pose is extra embarrassing. With your ass in the air and your thighs spread, your pussy is practically on display. And considering how wet you are, it must be an incredibly lewd sight.

You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and you turn your head to look back. “Face forward,” he says in a commanding voice. “Put your hands on the headboard, and don’t let go.”

The headboard is made of brass, with vertical bars all the way across. You grip two of them in your hands, your fingers trembling slightly. There’s a pause where nothing happens. No sounds, no sensations. It only makes the tension thicker. You want desperately to look behind you, to see what he’s doing, but you don’t dare.

Then, you feel his hand on you. His palm slides over your ass, gently, tracing your shape. His fingers ghost over your slick pussy, and you whimper, wishing he would rub you. His hand pulls away, and you hear what sounds like leather being gripped or twisted in his strong hands. Then, impact.

The belt hits your ass, crossing both cheeks. The leather stings, causing you to yelp and shudder, your grip on the brass bars tightening. Three more hits, and you can feel it: the soreness settling in. It’s not unbearable, but it does hurt. Fortunately, it hurts in a way that turns you on even more. When a hit gets particularly close to your pussy, you flinch and gasp.

He stops for a moment, his hand returning to your body to rub the raw flesh. His fingers slip down to your dripping cunt and slide between your folds, stroking your clit. You cry out, moaning and shaking, your hands nearly slipping from the headboard.

When he withdraws his hand again, you whine out, “Daddy, please!”

You hear his voice behind you. “Please what?”

You’re clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. “Please… fuck me!”

Another hit with the belt comes suddenly across your ass, making you cry out again. You moan, arching your back. You’ve never wanted anything more than you want his cock inside you right now.

“I believe I told you that bad girls don’t deserve pleasure,” he says, moving around the bed, back to the other side. “And you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Another hit, this one striking you right across your exposed pussy, stinging the sensitive skin, making your whole body jolt and tears wet your eyes. “Ahhh! Please, Daddy… let me prove I can be a good girl for you!”

There’s another pause, then you hear his voice again, further away this time. “Alright then. Prove it.”

You hesitantly glance back, only to find him sitting in his chair, his shirt unbuttoned all the way down, his expensive-looking leather belt gathered in his hand. Oh fuck, he looks so hot. You let go of the brass bars, only then realizing that your hands are shaking. You calm yourself down and crawl off the bed. Your shirt isn’t long enough to cover anything below the waist, so you’re half naked as you walk over to him and drop to your knees.

Looking up at him with what you hope are bedroom eyes, you nuzzle your face against his crotch for a moment before opening his pants and pulling his raging erection free. It looms over your face, glistening. You waste no time wrapping your lips around it, pressing your tongue into the tip. You’ll show him how good you can be.

*******************

Nanami watches his doll greedily suck his cock, using every ounce of his willpower to remain cool and collected. In truth, he wants to take her to the bed and fuck her brains out, but he has to keep to his role. She wants a reaction from him, a “punishment”, and who was he to deny her?

He’s surprised by how good she’s gotten with her mouth in such a short time. He’s barely had to give her any coaching at all. Considering she’s never even touched a man before meeting him, it’s really quite impressive. For a while now he’s suspected that she watched a lot of porn before coming here. Sometimes she says or does things that seem odd from a woman who has always been terrified of men. Not that Nanami is complaining.

Presently, his cock is halfway down her tight little throat as she gags around it, saliva and precum smeared all over her pretty face. He holds out as long as he can, but eventually his own desire wins out. He gently pushes her back and stands up, pulling her to her feet and leading her back to the bed. He bends her over it, softly pushing her face-first onto the mattress, her feet still on the floor.

With one hand, he caresses her red-striped ass, his fingers grazing over the places where the belt hit her. He’s always careful with how much pressure he applies with the belt, never enough to do any damage but always enough to sting. These marks will be gone in a few days, as if they were never there to begin with, but for now, they make an alluring image.

Her pussy is dripping wet, her arousal gliding down her thighs. In one fluid motion, he buries himself inside her, so deep that she gasps and clenches around him. She feels incredible, so soft and warm and wet. Her moans and cries are so sweet to his ears. After just a few thrusts, she’s trembling with pleasure, crying as she clutches the sheets in her hands, finally cumming.

He fucks her through her orgasm, his hand automatically squeezing her plump ass, making her jerk slightly. Damn, he forgot she’s probably sore. He massages her gently instead, until she’s making cute little mewling sounds. All of it is enough to make him cum as well, filling her up until he’s completely emptied himself inside her.

Once finished, he pulls out and then rolls her over onto her back. She’s still wearing a T-shirt, white with some sort of cartoon character on it. She pants as she looks up at him, her face hot and streaked with tears. He hopes they’re tears of pleasure.

“Are you alright?” he asks her, taking one of her hands and pulling her up so that she’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, and he notices that she’s still a little shaky. This isn’t a totally uncommon response to a first “punishment” session, even when the doll he’s training intentionally provokes him. But considering her phobia, it does concern him to see her looking so frightened.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

She seems surprised by the question, but he doesn’t want to invade her space without warning if she’s feeling afraid of him.

“Sure,” she says, and he sits on the bed beside her.

“Did I scare you?”

She shakes her head. “No, not at all. It was just a little intense. I enjoyed it though.”

He’s relieved to hear it. “I’m glad. Are you okay with doing it again, if the opportunity presents itself?”

She gives him a small grin. “You mean if I’m bad again?”

He grins back, happy to see that she’s back to her normal self, no longer shaking. “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

She seems a little shy as she leans over onto him, placing her head on his shoulder. “I’d like to do it again. But now I have to think of things to do to make you mad.”

He wraps an arm around her. “Don’t go overboard. You want to be able to sit in a chair at some point, don’t you?”

She laughs, then snuggles closer to him, looking satisfied. He’s trained many beautiful women over the past few years, but none have made him feel so content just to be near them, none have made him feel the way she does. He tries to ignore the feelings. He needs to be professional. He owes it to her to take his job seriously and prepare her for her role as a doll.

But right now, he just wants to have her by his side.

Tag List:

@suguguro @kaedear @onyxsphynx @poopoobuttsy @butterskyy @collectionofdolls @akaotv @witchbybirth @bloofinntoona @wasurenagusaa @tclbts @tojirin @lucyrocks86 @badbyeyoongi @97britt @aydene @lzaj19 @lyn-lotte @missthatgirl @peachedtv @ladytamayolover @nanam1nx @deegausserr

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami #nanami smut #nanami x you #Jjk x reader #x reader #kento nanami

291 notes · View notes

daisiescomelate · 3 months

Text

Sukuna's vessel: the scapegoat

Sukuna's vessel: the series

Part 1 (you are here) - Part 2 - Part 3 (not yet) - Part 4 (not yet)

Go to masterlist of fics

Summary: Reader was forced to become Sukuna's vessel and it's not looking like it will work out. For the first time you see Sukuna anxious, afraid that the weight of his soul might overwhelm and dissipate your own if they don't find an alternative vessel on time.

Rated: Teenage up

Content: Sukuna/Reader, Angst, 2nd person POV, Sukuna uses pet names, nothing really happens but a lot of blood is mention, no plot just hug.

Sukuna's vessel

Urame was out looking for an alternative vessel as they had been doing for the past three weeks. It was just you and the curse inside of you in the tiny, moldy apartment you had broken into to take refuge while avoiding the sorcerers on your tail.

The fingers Urame had collected and the ones you had stolen from the school laid on a drawer close to the door in the living room. Sukuna did not allow you to swallow any more of his fingers, but both you and Urame were aware of the danger they represented as it’s very possible for them to attract unwanted attention and you might have to flee again to avoid being killed by some running curse in the area. You weren’t a particularly good fighter, and Sukuna refused to take over the body –in case you wouldn’t wake up again after– so your only option would be running for your life.

But get up and run for your life didn’t sound like an option for you right now either. You were running a fever with intense muscle cramps that bent your body in half most of the time– sucking the soul of a demon into your body was painful like that. You had been laying on the bed for the past three days, barely eating anything if it weren't for Sukuna forcing you to stand up and drag your feet to the kitchen, where Urame had left meals prepared for you to take during his absence.

The room was spinning, the sheets stuck to your skin, shattered in places where you had ripped the thin clothes after gripping and pulling it with so much force due to the spasms. Trails of tears dried over your cheeks. Every breath was painful and hot, your body felt too hot, too torturously hot, and any light that filtered through the closed curtains was too bright for your tired eyes.

Fuck, it hurts.

Sukuna’s presence was almost tactile, as if you could feel him laying right behind you, whispering words of comfort against your nape. He had been standing behind your own consciousness these past few days, an ever present, powerful weight in the back of your mind. He was not close enough to take over, but his proximity was so that you could feel his growing uneasiness. And fury.

Urame should be back this afternoon. He said he would bring medicine for your pains. You just need to wait for a bit longer.

Sukuna’s presence inside of your body was… heavy, suffocating, dark. The pieces of him wrapped around your very soul, crushing it, persistently trying to suffocate it. It took you a consuming amount of effort not to feel like it would blast your consciousness as mere smithereens of crystal. It took a toll on your flesh as well, as if your blood vessels were filled with a thick, dense oil that made your limbs impossible to lift.

Your mind was a rampage of hate, and rage, and blood thirst– and images, noises, bones snapping, denting, maniac feelings, thrill, tremor, delight, hunger, blood, blood, in your hands, in your face, on your lips, flesh, in the floor, in your teeth, the taste of it in your tongue making you shudder in pleasure. Sukuna’s soul was–

Horrible.

Terrible.

Help.

Why, why, why.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Yes you can. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay, love.

I really can’t. Sukuna– help.

You’re going to be okay, he said, his voice a soft echo in your mind. Your breath hiccupped. Come here with me, love. He invited you back to his domain and you didn’t protest. You craved it, his comfort, Sukuna, who would hold you so candidly, who could recite you poetry, who would protect you from anything. He would fix this, he could fix this, out of all the people in this world…

The breeze that leaked from the window next to the bed ran over your cold sweat making you shiver, but bringing no comfort for the heat regardless. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on Sukuna’s image, red blood waters in a turmoil surrounding a throne of bones, pieces of the people who had walked to a demon with thoughts of revenge, of a world with less evil, but had fallen.

Humiliated, stripped from all their dignity. For his entertainment. Screams and cries, for his amusement.

The ruffle of thick fabric of the curtains quieted down, the fingers of the light air brushing over your skin disappeared, and the sunlight that had caught in your eyes from the afternoon that had been hammering your temples banished. Instead, a different kind of warmth wrapped around you, the weight of two arms pressed around your waist.

“Hello”, a low voice greeted. Sukuna picked up your face with two fingers. Sitting on his lap you supported your head on his shoulder, too heavy to manage the weight on your own. Your hands trembled. Sukuna's laugh, Sukuna's glee at the blood, all that blood. With a choked breath, you sank deeper in his chest, bile threatening to go up your throat. You felt sharp nails on your skull, caring for your hair, moving in slow motions to calm down the worst of your distress.

“It's okay, It's okay”, he said as he took the strands of hair that had stuck to your forehead because of the sweat away from your eyes.

Contained like this, between four arms and the strength of his heartbeat on his chest, you attempted to relax, trusting he would hold the pieces together if your body came to fall apart the way it was threatening to do.

You weren't able to mutter a response, instead answering with a lame whimper.

“You're doing a good job out there, love. You just need to hold on for a little bit longer. You can do that for me, right?” he whispered a kiss away from the back of your ear.

It burns.

“I hate this, Sukuna. Please–”

It was too much, too much, too horrid. The visions, the thirst, the ecstasy of the blood dripping from his fingers to the floor and the bodies, the corpses, the pieces, the screams, they are begging, begging, stop, stop, stop.

“I know, I know.” He murmured and you could feel every word over your skin, a light brush of his lips, “It's okay, Urame is on his way. You'll be alright, you will see. Shh…”

“Make it stop, please”, you cried.

“I will, I will.” He lowered one of the hands over your waist and tucked it under your shirt, gently moving up and down under your clothes over your back. He kissed the lobe of your ear, “I will make it stop, you just need a little more patience. You can do it, sweetheart.”

You jerked with a sob, piercing his skin with your fingernails, drawing out trails of blood over the marks of his forearm. He just kept telling you to wait and wait and wait.

“Shh… Shh…” Sukuna pulled you closer. His fingers moved tenderly over your skin, drawing circles and lines, up and down your arms and shoulders, holding his lips over the crown of your head and rocking you back and forward.

His fault.

It was.

It was all his fault, Sukuna's fault.

For being the monster that he was.

The thing that he was then and the thing he was now.

They were hunting him.

It was him, him.

And all he did, all he killed, all he hurted.

What if you killed him?

If you killed him– would the pain stop? If you just manage to kill him, wouldn't that make you free? If you could just killed him–

“No need to think like that just yet, love”, your mind struggled to make sense of his words, and it took you a moment to understand that you might have said something out loud. “We will see. Don't bother your little mind right now with that sort of thing.”

You needed a solution. You needed something. Because it was only getting worse. There was too much containented in your human, mortal body, pushing from the inside out, tensing your skin, wanting space. Hunting for it, devouring for it. It was going to consume you. If you didn’t cast it out, if you didn’t act first–

But what would it mean to kill Sukuna like this, when most of his fingers had already been used to build this part of his soul that was now inside of you? How many fingers were left? Would they be enough for him to sustain him? Would that form be too weak to last? For how long the shattered pieces of one third of a soul, a fourth of a soul, would be capable of sustaining its form?

“Stop running your mind with useless thoughts.” You felt the sting of teeth over your neck right above your pulse. “Be quiet”, Sukuna said, brushing his lips over the wound before biting again, more carefully this time, moving with a trail of kisses up to your jaw.

He stayed in silence for a moment. The roar of the waves at your feet continued breaking skull against skull into sharp edge pieces that swayed with the waters.

“I know it hurts, love.” He said hiding his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck. “I know”, he repeated, “but I need you to take that agonizing stubbornness of yours and hold on for a little longer.”

Another beat of silence.

“I will be here for you, love.” Kiss. “I will tell you more stories about my time.” Kiss. “I will allow you to bite, scratch, and curse at me all you want.” Kiss. “I will hold you for as long as you need.” Kiss. “I will kiss every tear if that’s what you want.” Kiss.

Every kiss, as soft as Sukuna could never be, dropped over your face, your chest, your hands, palm, fingertips, and melted away the hate, the nightmares. Over every nerve, as if they could truly heal, until he felt you recovered some of your strength and he could hear from you an even breath.

“Don’t fall asleep, you know you can’t do that here. Open your eyes, love.” You fought the weight over your eyelids, Sukuna’s crimson blood eyes looked straight into yours. “There, good job.” He said in a low voice. “It’s okay” he repeated in a whisper, and it was almost so imperceptible you weren’t able to tell anymore if he was speaking to you or to himself.

Sukuna held you closer, with two arms around your waist and another over your tight. His sigh over your skin sent goosebumps over your body. You knew, you could feel it, the boiling anger, the urge to leave his domain –now a prison more than ever– to chase and kill. You knew how worried he was and how uncomfortable it made him feel. How foreign it was for him. And you knew that, as you did, he truly had no hope for what was about to be.

“That’s enough”. He said as he carefully moved you away from him on his lap.

It’s just the longest and most tortuous goodbye.

He cupped your face in his hands and commanded, “Wake up now and go to the kitchen. It’s lunch time already.”

Masterlist - Continue to next part

#fanfiction #fanfic #jjk #sukuna x reader #x reader #gn reader #x you #ryomen sukuna

93 notes · View notes