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Behind the scenes

Sukuna x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- your acting teacher decided to make a movie for the end of the school year but needed the two main roles which everyone wanted who wouldn't want to be the main character who got the most screen attention? But after people got rejected left and right it only left you and your biggest competition sukuna

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

Welcome to act one

1. Praying for you

2. Stress free party

3. I'll help you practice

4. What are friends for?

5. Not such a good idea

6. I feel betrayed

7. Stop talking about it

8. Traveling

9. Out with friends

10. Home sick

Welcome to act two

11. If only you told me sooner

12. What am I gonna do?

13. What if I don't get the part?

14. Only fans

15. You are disliked

16. Need new friends

17. Acting strange

18. Calling for you

19. Wait he said what?

20. There's no way

Welcome to act three

21. Why are you doing this?

22. Act of kindness

23. I have the drama

24. I can't believe it

25. Don't argue

26. How to say thank you

27. Let's meet up

28. Took me by surprise

29. Jealousy, jealousy

30. Painful goodbye

I just got second hand embarrassment

If you guys didn't know there's a video about a cosplayer as gojo and he's holding a girl in a bride style

and she's literally doing the most of no reason like she's laughing and moving around and then he pins her against the wall and she literally falls down still laughing and like I said she's doing the most

To the point he has to back away from her because she's rolling on the floor

oh my God that's so embarrassing this is why I don't like writing for gojo because some fans are doing so much like he's not all that to begin with you guys need to stop glazing him 💀

He's not that good looking sorry but someone had to say it

toji, nanami, choso, sukuna, geto>>> gojo

I wished I saved the video but I just couldn't embarrassment I felt was too much for me

Me when weird gojo stans exist

Here's the video if you guys want to watch

Shameful attraction (Part 2, BossSukunaxfem!reader) (18+ MDNI)

This is part 2 of this series, Shameful attraction. Part 1 can be found here! -> Part 1

A/N: First I wanted to say THANK YOU for the activity I received on part 1 of this already! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

( I also wanted to point out that I did my best to actually research some areas in and around Roppongi, Tokyo. The train station where reader lives, the actual time it takes to actually travel via that rail line, the price for a ticket, some of the times, etc. I took real prices that I found for things to include them into the story, trying to make it as realistic as possible. I thought it was a really fun thing to do. And now I know why Yuuji and Kugasaki were head over heels about Roppongi. Place is really amazing, and crazy expensive lol. Perfect for wealthy business man Sukuna!)

Pairings: BossSukunaxfem!reader (and also Abusive FiancéTouji)

Wordcount: 7k+

CW/TW: This story has a lot of abuse in it. (Touji is your abusive fiancé.) There are references all throughout about this behavior. Hitting, punching, name calling, degradation, putting you down, threatening you, hurting you severely, lack of care, making excuses for abuser, accepting the assault/neglect, hiding bruises etc. Please do NOT read if any of this is upsetting for you.

For THIS part specifically, CW/TW: Smut, fluff, consensual sex, sex praise, belly bulge, unprotected sex, drinking/alcohol, some light degradation (its consensual/enjoyable, reader likes it).

Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK.

Reblongs and comments are really appreciated!!

Enjoy~ (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Masterlist

Asks/requests for stories/one shots always open! (Anon friendly!)

Thursday, 5:30 PM

Sukuna had taken you to the hotel you previously reserved after the two of you had talked a bit more and your blouse was finally dry so you could wear your own clothing again. He needed to do some work anyway from his home office to supplement not being at the actual office, and you didn't want to bother him any longer than you needed to. He told you he would pick you up around 5:30 PM to go to dinner, then after that to a bar and jazz lounge he enjoyed as it wasn't ridiculously loud and obnoxious.

It made you severely anxious, and as you sat in your hotel room, casually watching TV, you contemplated so many times to just call and cancel with him, saying you had to leave or you felt sick -which you really did, from nerves-, but that just made you more stressed to think about as well...

You made sure to take pictures of the room, yourself in the room, your outfits, and maybe doing something like holding up a couple fingers in the picture or whatever, as Touji always demanded proof of where you were, and he usually wanted you in the picture with something weird he requested. They were often repetitive, so you always kept a stockpile of them that way if you left that place for whatever reason, he could still believe you were there if he asked for a photo. It was time consuming, and ridiculous, but you knew at some point he would want to know exactly where you were, and to send proof of you in your room being his faithful little punching bag at a distance...

You hadn't brought too many clothes with you, expecting only to stay a night, and so the only other outfit you had was your only option. It was still a nice snug skirt, a bit shorter, a flattering buttoned up shirt, with a lower collar to expose more cleavage, and the same heels, it just wasn't as professional like your current outfit that was for interviews. After you had showered and gotten ready, you coated on as much makeup as possible in those select few places along your face, hoping to still hide the dark bruises on your cheeks from where Touji went off on a tantrum and struck you for something so dumb you couldn't even remember it.

Just wanting one night in a fantasy land was all you were hoping for, nothing more. You knew you couldn't pursue this, shouldn't pursue this. It wouldn't end well. You felt Sukuna was far from abusive, but you were certain he liked to entertain women, and you didn't want to fall helplessly in love with someone like that, but enjoying what he wanted to offer you was harmless, right? Just a single night, get it out of your system, then you'd have to face reality again...its what you kept reminding yourself.

Walking outside of the hotel at 5:30 PM to where the pick up area was, Sukuna was standing against a car on the passenger side, leaning up against it with his arms crossed while waiting for you. "Well good evening, pretty thing." He grinned to you as you approached, and you bit your lip while looking down shyly. "I didn't bring much with me, I hope I'm dressed up enough?"

"You look perfect, doll." He gently took hold of your chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting your head and your breath seized in your throat at his touch. "Come on, don't be shy and don't hide that pretty face by looking down."

Looking at him in his eyes as he gave you a comforting smile, you felt your heart skip a beat and your throat burn with the sudden urge to cry. This, this was an awful idea, you knew you shouldn't have agreed to this...

This one night, it wasn't going to be enough...

Letting go of your face gently he turned and opened the passenger side door for you, holding your hand so you could sit down into the seat comfortably and you looked around for a moment curiously as he shut the door.

"Is, this a different car?" you laughed awkwardly as he got in, realizing this didn't look similar to the car he dropped you off in.

"Yeah, the other one is just for work mostly if I have to travel far or meet with another company branch, but, I like this one more for doing what I want to do." he chuckled while getting ready to drive.

"What is this one? I wont lie it looks really cool."

"Its the R8 Audi Spyder, actually just bought it a few months ago."

Yeah, it was one of the newer cars that recently came out, and you knew it most likely wasn't cheap...his business car was a BMW of sorts, and you couldn't resist snooping the price of it online, only to realize it was ¥14,100,000 ($125,520.06/€ 109,514.70 ). And if this one was his fun car, you could only imagine how expensive it was. You couldn't resist giving a little laugh...you could just barely afford a train ticket for daily commutes, neither you nor Touji owning a car, and Sukuna had two, just for himself, one of them just for fun...

For dinner he took you to a restaurant called Shunbou, and you felt extremely out of place when you walked in with him. Everyone that was in there just gleamed with wealth and success in their life, and you felt like a lowly peasant in their presence who would surely be frowned upon if they knew just how broke and pathetic your life really was. Seeing your nervousness, Sukuna lightly placed a hand around your waist, his fingertips gently guiding you along side of him, keeping you close so you could feel welcome and wanted here with him. He knew you didn't have a lot of money, which is why he couldn't resist letting you experience something like this at least once. You'd be more appreciative than the harlots, that's for sure.

The menu was just as threatening as you looked over it, not knowing meals could even cost this much. How were you supposed to choose something when the prices for a single dish were more than you'd spend on a whole weeks worth of food. The server had suggested something from the chefs recommendation section on the menu, and the tiniest and cheapest thing on there was still a baffling amount of money to you.

Seeing you struggle with picking something, knowing you were bent over the prices, Sukuna had asked the server what he personally would recommend, and he said the grilled Hida Beef sukiyaki, cooked via hotpot at the table, was a favorite among a lot of other patrons. It was ¥14,300 ($125.30/€111.06), for a single dish... Sukuna gestured if that would be something you'd like, and you hesitantly nodded, keeping your head down. It almost felt like you were stealing...

Your date picked something more expensive, to not make you feel like you were going to cost more than him, and he also requested one of their top Rosé Champagnes, not disclosing the price with you, but it was around ¥165,000 ($1445.77/€1281.69) per bottle.

"S-Sukuna, you really didn't have to take me to someplace like this, I'd be fine just eating some street food, honestly."

He chuckled humorously while placing his elbow onto the table and his chin atop his knuckles, looking at you like how he did back in his apartment. "Look...I'm not in the interest of boasting to you, but this costs nothing to me. I won't even notice it from my bank account...just enjoy yourself."

Pulling your lips inward you weakly nodded, still looking around at all of the wealth packed in here. What a life this would be...

"Well I...I really appreciate it." you smiled meekly to him and he grinned in mirth. "Of course, doll."

The meal was incredibly delicious, and just like before you did your best to eat with reserve, even though that nagging hunger in your stomach was hard to fill. You definitely enjoyed the champagne as well, having no idea how expensive it was, but you knew it couldn't have been cheap, because it tasted better than anything you've had before. He made casual conversation with you throughout the meal, just curiously asking non invasive personal questions and you tried to do the same in return.

Not letting you have any idea of the bill, Sukuna paid it and took your hand to help you up, his other hand now going back to that gentle position on your waist to comfortably guide you alongside him through the restaurant.

The second place he took you was Maduro's, that comfy bar and lounge that he mentioned earlier. They had small decadent foods to enjoy as a sort of dessert, and you had ordered a few drinks as well as Sukuna.

Before any alcohol arrived at the small table you were both sitting at in the back, Sukuna had reached his hand out to yours gently, touching your fingers with his and you looked at him curiously.

"I just want to confirm, before you drink, if you're fine staying at my place tonight?"

"Like, sleep there instead of the hotel? I wouldn't want to impose on you and-"

His humored laugh at your innocence halted your words and you shook your head lightly in misunderstanding.

"I'll be blunt then, do you want to get laid tonight?"

You nearly choked on the air you were breathing when he spoke, and your heart beat was already pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. "W-what??"

"Doesn't bother me either way, don't feel that you have to oblige, its not a requirement for dinner. I just want to know now before you drink, so incase you say something you don't intend from the alcohol, I'll know what you really wanted or didn't want."

Swallowing tightly, you put a hand over your mouth, eyes widening at his words. It was bad enough you were letting him treat you to a 'date' like this, but to sleep with him? Touji would be so pissed and-.....and so what? You had already experienced this much, already frayed away from that perfect little fiancé role you tried so desperately to fill for your partner who never cared for you anyway.

What was so bad with just wanting a little taste of a luxurious life like this? Unable to even remember the last time you barely enjoyed sex, that wasn't forced on you by Touji, you couldn't help but wonder what a good time might actually feel like for once... Plus you couldn't deny how hot Sukuna was, and how you had already imagined what he could look like without a shirt on, catching that tiny peak of his tatted chest earlier when he was putting a new shirt on.

Your morality tried its hardest to convince you that being faithful was still the best plan of action, that you were always a good girl and did whatever you could to make Touji happy as a doting wife to-be should be like, but you snuffed it out quickly, feeling your stomach knot up with almost a sense of excitement and deviousness.

Fuck it, if there was a chance to find something to enjoy in your miserable personal life, you weren't going to pass it up.

"You know what, I'd actually love to."

Friday, 1:07 AM

Sukuna led you inside his apartment door while firmly holding your hand to make sure you wouldn't fall over from your half drunken state and you giggled while holding onto him, your hand lazily returning his grip. As soon as the door closed, you pushed yourself against his chest, dropping your purse and heels that you were holding carelessly to the floor while reaching a hand up to his shoulder as your tip toes lifted you higher so your lips could connect with his. If you didn't have some alcohol in your system right now, you knew the confidence for your actions wouldn't exist, and you desperately wanted this, needed this.

Surprised for only a moment, Sukuna let out a deep chuckle, a smirk stretching his lips as he returned your kiss, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth.

Your fingers desperately tangled into the loose fabric of his shirt on his upper arms and your eyes closed themselves as you enjoyed the taste of his tongue against yours, the scent of his cologne finding its way into your nose only to entrance you more deeply. Wrapping his arms around your waist he lifted you effortlessly up from the ground and your legs went around his hips to hold on while still keeping your lips together with his.

Your arms now draped around his neck, one hand gripping onto the back of his shirt and the other running through his pale pink hair, rustling it from its tamed back style quickly.

"Sukuna..." you whined softly as he pushed your back against the wall, pressing his firm chest into yours to hold you in place as his lips traveled down your neck, trailing kisses along the area where your elevated heartbeat was thrumming through.

The back of your head leaned against the wall, small pants of anticipation and euphoria leaving your mouth as his kisses continued to litter your skin, bringing those burning feelings into your chest you hadn't felt in so many years...

It felt so wonderful, so amazing...

He carried you into his dimly lit room, the only shimmer of light coming in was from the night city lights and your cheeks burned with that fantasy thought you had before, of making love in a scene like this from some cheesy cliché romance movie. Sukuna gently pushed you to your back onto his bed, now leaning over you with his arms on either side of your face, caging you beneath him as he claimed your lips again roughly and you moaned into his mouth with the feeling of passion you've longed for. There weren't any other sounds except for the repetitive wet connection of lips, and excited pants exhaling through both of your noses.

You've never enjoyed kissing a man so much in your life, wishing it would go on forever. His lips were so warm and soft, enveloping yours so easily and his intoxicating scent of being so close was driving you mad. He rolled his hips down into yours and you shuddered deeply in elation, his ever present erection nearly pushing through his pants. Feeling the dampness increase between your thighs, you gasped in embarrassment at Sukuna's hand reaching up under your skirt, his fingers quickly curling around the edges of the wet lacy cloth, tugging on them as if they were in the way of what he was after.

"W-wait.."

Your small voice made his head lean up to look down at you in concern and he let out a slightly frustrated grunt but not directing it as your fault. His hand quickly let go of your thong and came out from underneath your skirt, placing itself along side you like before. A heavy breath fell from his lips as he composed his arousal, trying to avoid coming off as being angry towards you, which he wasn't. "Do you not want to continue? I can stop if you want me to..." He exhaled deeply, as he definitely didn't want to stop, already swelling with arousal, his cock painfully hard and surely dripping with precum from anticipation. Having thought about this moment since you ran into him this morning, he would have been frustrated to not get to see this through.

Sukuna was certainly never asked to stop before, usually quite the opposite as most of the boring women he took home from a bar were desperately trying to get railed by any man who was even slightly in the mood. But of course he wasn't going to just assault you if you really didn't want this... Looking up at him softly you lifted a hand to his cheek and cupped it gently, forcing his brows to pinch together at your actions.

"I just...I just thought I was gonna...sneeze, didn't want to make this awkward." You shyly giggled with your lie and he chuckled in relief at your smile before claiming your lips again. No, you didn't want him to stop at all...but knowing you were still a bit buzzed, and you really didn't know this guy yet, you just wanted to see if he would stop...as Touji would never stop even if you cried and pleaded for him to. For the first time in years, you felt safe to be underneath a man in his bed. More safe with someone who was still practically a stranger than your fiancé of 7 years...

His hand returned to where it was underneath your skirt, fingers pulling your lacy thong down your excited thighs passed your knees and his palm caressed over your skin, stroking it gently, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Leaning your head back into the blankets while he kissed your neck, sucking on sensitive areas, you let out soft yearning moans, his large hand coming up your thigh further to grip your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You weren't entirely sure how to reciprocate most of his actions as usually you were held down against your will, but you wanted to satisfy him as well. Unfortunately you felt too embarrassed to ask, not wanting to reveal how inexperienced you actually were. A guy like him most certainly had a fair share of partners by now, judging by the way some of the women looked at him in the bar, as if they had possibly known him, their eyes almost jealous that he was seated at a table with you in the back, enjoying each others' company as you both chatted, sharing a laugh on occasion. You were able to feel their jealousy and their ever judging eyes, as if you weren't something valuable enough to earn his attention like they had previously been. His complete, undivided, attention. Those darkened eyes never strayed from you, as if you were the only one of interest in the whole bar, as if looking away for even a mere second would cause him to miss out on something important about you... The way he was touching your body and making you feel like a sacred entity ignited the love you knew you had been missing out on for years. Not that you were hoping for love with Sukuna, and you doubted that those feelings were something he would want to return to you, which was fine... But this man had shown you more respect and attentiveness in a single day compared to your entire "relationship" with Touji.

Leaning up from you and resting on his knees, Sukuna grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted the fabric up over his head, your eyes trailing along every dip and rise of his muscles, some areas more highlighted than others from the lights of the city outside the large windows. You swallowed tightly while sitting up and reaching forward, allowing your fingers to trail along the dark lines that painted his skin from his chest down to his abs. Tossing his shirt to the side, Sukuna hummed in satisfaction at your touches, his hands coming forward to undo the buttons keeping your blouse together. He tilted his head to the side, kissing your lips softly while delicately exposing your body from the blouse, his hands now crawling to your back to unhook your bra. Your fingers found the markings on his shoulders, holding onto them fervently as you felt your bra come off with ease, and his large hands now cupping your breasts, squeezing them gently while he placed kisses along your jawline, as if he was hungry for your skin, enjoying the taste you had to offer.

Taking a hold of the front of his pants, you tugged on the buckle of his belt, whining playfully causing him to smirk at your actions. "What is it you want, pretty thing?" He asked quietly, moving his hands to yours to help undo his belt and front of his pants. "I want you...and whatever you can give me..." you spoke honestly, kissing his jaw while your hands ventured down into his pants, gripping onto his erect cock through his briefs, causing him to almost growl through his teeth at your touch, being almost painfully hard by now. Normally he wasn't so reserved, but neither were the forgotten harlots he's had. As much as he just wanted to flip you over onto your knees with your ass up and face into the pillows, he couldn't find the ability to do so. Exploring parts of your body was more enticing, letting his tension build with each of your tender touches to his skin in return. He enjoyed your soft sounds and small gasps, the way your eyes gleamed as he fully undressed your body, how your head would tilt back and expose your neck to allow his lips the honor of sucking on your skin in various places.

Parts of you were screaming to stop, begging you to be decent and leave what you were doing, knowing if Touji ever found out, he'd easily put you back in the hospital and most likely come after Sukuna as well. You were cheating on your fiancé, willingly opening yourself to a man you had only met earlier this day, letting him discover parts of your body that were only for Touji to claim.

But at the same time you felt extremely justified, having been denied the most basic of care and affection from someone who was supposed to be your everything. Someone you stupidly got engaged to only a couple weeks after meeting because you fell for the fairy tale romance of Prince Charming honing in on you and only you, making you the love of his life forever and ever. He promised a home and the idea of little feet running around, filling the silence with their laughter, adventures as a family, the list went on. In reality you were just one of the several girls he was seeing at the time, and you gave your innocence to him in ignorance. The only reason you were chosen as his bride to be was the fact that your family had money, and you were a very helpful girl, having a bleeding heart for anyone who needed it. Touji played you easily, getting you stuck in his never ending debt that had your name all over it, trapping you at his side. He kept putting more and more things into your name, and even if you tried to leave, just accepting your fate of never ending credit card bills, he'd find you and threaten you, dragging you back to him. He had always shoved you around but you quickly found out he wasn't kidding when he said he'd hit harder if he had to. Putting you into a coma one time and terrifying you, leaving his side became a distant thought, and you accepted your role as his property more or less...

Feeling two of Sukuna's thick fingers sliding between your sensitive folds, your mind raced back to the present, Toujis abuse being forgotten again as it wasn't anything you needed to worry about in this moment. Your sudden gasp and reddened cheeks made him carry on with his actions, gliding the pads of his fingertips back and forth, lubricating them with your slick before delving them into your desperate heat that already started to clench in want. Your hands quickly continued to help release his cock, allowing it to spring up upon freeing it from the entrapment of his pants and briefs. Catching a glimpse of it in the scattered light your eyes widened and your breath hitched, not going unnoticed by him and a hearty laugh rumbled in his throat as he always got the same reaction.

Being put back into your laying down position, Sukuna kicked off the rest of his pants and placed an arm by your head again while slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your neglected cunt, stretching open your walls to be more willing and capable of taking his thick girth when it got to that moment. He captured your lips again as they parted for your fragile moans to escape, taking in each increasing vibration as he curled his fingers inside, expertly hitting the sensitive spots to make you already start to come undone beneath him.

Feeling your walls already start to tighten around his two digits, a whine escaped your throat, ashamed to already be nearly reaching that high you haven't felt in years. Your hips moved into his fingers more and he worked his mouth down your body, kissing along your skin gently until his lips were just above your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hot breath fanning over your already puffy lips and you clench your jaw to try and silence any eager sounds from escaping.

Dragging his tongue in a long stripe up in-between your wet folds you couldn't deny the quaky moans from falling out of your lips as he ran the flattened wet muscle up to your clit, sucking on it gently. His dark eyes sought out your expressions for encouragement while looking up as he continued to stimulate your most sensitive areas, only to find your head turned and a pillow covering most your face, your hands clutching onto it desperately as if trying to hide. Were you just shy, or scared..? Though he would stop -begrudgingly- if you told him to, what if you were afraid to say anything to him? Your name left his mouth gently while he ceased his actions and your teary eyes peeked out to see his from under the pillow. "O-oh, am I not doing something I should?" Touji usually was drunk and sloppy while over you anyway, and it was just routine for you to remain still and quiet, unable to even bare the look of his face or the horrid smell of alcohol he would breathe out over you. Fear was laced in your words and his expression softened at your uncertainty. "Do you need me to stop..?" "No, no, definitely not, I just don't know what to do, I feel selfish just laying here..." His deep quiet chuckle rumbled within his chest as he tried to reassure you. "You don't have to do anything, pretty thing. Just relax and let yourself feel good." he urged while sucking onto your clit again, making your legs tremble and toes curl.

Removing his two fingers from your slicked up hole, he quickly replaced the lost contact with his tongue, prodding it as deep as he could, forcing a surprised gasp out of your lips and your fingers to tangle into his hair. Smirking as your cunt leaked out its juices around his mouth from your arousal, he lapped up any of the glossy fluids, consuming your taste as if it was a meal he had been denied of for so long.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your breathing became shortened and deeper, your fingers tugging at his hair and your other hand clenching onto the sheets below. Pushing his fingers back inside while giving your clit undivided attention with his mouth again made your hips jerk upwards and a cry of pleasure burst from your throat. "S-Sukuna...I..!" Coaxing your orgasm closer to you, Sukuna curled up his fingers to fervently rub into that spongy spot of tightening flesh that would soon having you coming undone. "Come on, baby...You can let it happen." He encouraged, knowing you were holding back, and suddenly added a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you quickly as your head pushed back into the pillows, back arching up as you felt that intense sensation, almost long forgotten, start to rapidly build in your lower tummy. Tears that were a mix of shame and exhilaration trailed from the corners of your eyes, hearing the squelching of your juices being smacked back against your skin as Sukunas hand moved, pumping his fingers more fervently, your slick flowing down his hand to his wrist.

Once his mouth came back to your clit, he hummed in satisfaction to you becoming completely taken over by pleasure and the vibrations into the bundle of nerves sent you over the edge. Feeling your walls wrap tightly around his fingers, Sukuna thrusted them harder while kissing your inner thigh, pleasuring you further through your orgasm and you cried out loudly, your moans echoing through the otherwise quiet room as you held tightly onto his hair, riding out your intense high as if it was the first time you ever had one. "Sukuna...oh...oh my god..." your almost breathless voice came out through staggered pants, releasing his hair and placing both hands over your face. The tender kisses to the inside of your thighs made you tremble and whimper as he slowed the movements of his fingers, becoming more of a gentle caress to the inside of your pulsing heat. "My my..." he grinned in mirth when finally pulling his hand away, almost the entirety of it coated in your fluids of ecstasy.

Seeing you hide your face again behind your hands, he crawled up over your still twitching body and gently kissed the back of your hands. "Why are you hiding such a pretty face?" Your hands slowly moved down enough to uncover your eyes and his gaze held onto yours, offering his entrancing smile and a low chuckle that made you tingle. "Cause, I've never experienced that before..." you nearly whispered, letting out a heavy breath as your body finally relaxed.

His expression quickly changed to more surprised as he leaned up a bit to further the distance between your faces. "Wait, you're a virgin?"

"Oh, no I mean, it's never felt that amazing before...I didn't even know it could." Your flushed face turned to the side as you spoke. "Were you worried it wouldn't feel good then?"

Looking up at him out of the side of your eye you sighed weakly. "Worried it would feel too good."

His distinct devilish grin came across his face before he leaned down and kissed you hungrily, the taste of your own release still heavy on his lips.

"Well, allow me to show you how great you can and should feel."

The desire in his voice was exciting, and you quivered in expectancy as his hands traveled down to your still trembling thighs, pulling one up over his waist. As he covered your body with more of his, the still puffy lips were parted with the head of his length, and you swallowed tightly as it teased your entrance. Touji was a decent size, as it still hurt every time, but you were certain most of that was because you never honestly wanted it. Sukunas girth though, that was something you were worried about. Only catching a glimpse of it prior, your first thought was there was no possible way that was going to fit nicely. But, since you were so intoxicated with him already, you knew you weren't going to be able to get enough of it...

His other arm snaked it's way around your back, pulling upwards to arch your body from the bed as he slowly started to push into you, watching your face with amusement at all of the varied expressions you were making. "I'll fill you properly, pretty thing..." his eager breath fanned out across your ear as he almost growled into it, your walls tightly protesting his intrusion. "A-ah...so big..!" It felt like your breath was being shoved out from your lungs as you writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure, knowing you were being spread open farther than ever before, but reveling in the feeling of every groove being filled. "Fuck...you're just swallowing me right up..." he groaned deeply, loving the feeling of your cunt engulfing his length so tightly, and so willingly. Your labored pants and whines only fueled his desire to fill you to the hilt, and nearing the base of his cock you could feel your lower tummy being forced up from the lack of space he was giving you. A hand came to the small swell in your belly, pushing back on it teasingly as your mouth was already letting out small incoherent words, babbling about his size and how stuffed you felt, feeling like you were in a daze, not even realizing there were places in you that could be reached. "Already getting dumb on my dick?" His voice jested, letting your cunt find its moment of peace before he continued. You panted weakly and felt like you were already going to pass out, almost ashamed you were able to take his size so eagerly. It stung a little, and the pressure was intense but you wanted more of this, needed more of it. Fingertips pushing hard up into your back, Sukuna held you in place as he slowly began to thrust into you, struggling to not just let himself go at your beautiful sounds of painful satisfaction. You already seemed so fragile and broken, he didn't want to completely ruin you, at least not yet anyway...

Your breaths were short and deep each time his cock came almost all of the way out only to be pushed back into you deeply, the ache in your cunt slowly starting to dissipate, making way for feelings of unimaginable pleasure that you didn't know were possible.

Sukuna lifted himself up so he could watch the small swell in your lower belly show itself each time he shoved himself into you, loving how he was stuffing you and a smirk stretched across his face, admiring how tightly your cunt was gripping him, your lips spread far apart and covered in your own slick, starting to leave a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. "S-S'kuna..." your whimpering voice murmured between moans, reaching a hand out to hold him, to feel him even more, wanting to feel some closer connection. "Yes, doll?" He exhaled in pleasure, taking hold of your searching hand and bringing your fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly.

Biting your bottom lip and turning your head to the side, you fought off a wave of different emotions that tried to cloud your mind, just wanting to enjoy actually feeling amazing in bed for once. This was just for sex, and enjoying the company of a man who could treat you properly...you couldn't confuse it with any type of interest beyond this...you shouldn't...

"I've n-never felt so good..!" Your fingers tightened around his, starting to feel that burning heat swell in your core again, praising his actions at how he was making your body feel. He growled in elation at your words, starting to rut into your sopping heat relentlessly, the end of his cock just barely kissing at your cervix and a scream of exhilaration left your lips, your body convulsing without your control.

Moaning like a wanton whore when Sukuna's mouth came to your right breast, he grinned in mirth against your skin, feeling your body tremble beneath him, knowing you wouldn't last long. Taking the hardened bud in between his lips, your head thrashed from side to side, feeling yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm as he sucked on your nipple fervently.

"No..! Not yet, not...y-yet!" you begged aloud, feeling your walls clench around his thick cock in an instant, unable to stop from completely coming undone so quickly, not wanting to disappoint him from being so quick to make a mess all over him. Sukuna let out a wicked laugh as he felt you reach your peak, moving a thumb to your clit, the pad of it hastily circling over the bundle of nerves to overstimulate you into your climax, enjoying your yelps and cries of unintelligible words, losing yourself so fervently.

"It's fine baby, cum all over this cock...fucking enjoy yourself..." His voice was so captivating, falling over you like honey, and your body froze up with your breath caught in your throat, feeling your cunt throb with your heartbeat as it gripped around his still thrusting cock, your orgasm tearing through you in rapture.

"I-I'm cum...I'm...c-cumming..!" Your lewd moans swiftly turned into screams, his name leaving your quivering lips repeatedly while he fucked himself into your tightened, sopping cunt, groaning with satisfaction at your intense orgasm, loving how you looked while succumbing to him. Hands gripping whatever they could find, your mouth hung open, eyes tightly shut with your brows pinched together, cheeks flushed deeply, leaning your head back into the bedding as far as it could go as your back arched higher from his grip, your legs shaking at the explosive pleasure bombarding you without restraint, he loved every bit of it, and knew in that moment he wanted more, wanted to see this again, feeling more gratification from you than anyone else he ever had so far...

"Fuck...You look so fucking beautiful like that..." his voice coated you in rewarding praise, making you shudder and moan loudly again as the aftershocks of your release still pulsed through your very being.

Your face burned red and you whined out helplessly, pushing your hands against his chest weakly as he continued to hammer into you, driving you crazy as you rode out your high. Everything was so swollen at this point that it was impossible for him to miss any sweet spots inside of you. "I c-can't...please...oh my god...t-too much!

"Oh I'm not done with you yet." sharp canines protruded from his wide grin as he pulled out of you, quickly flipping you onto your belly, making you yelp out unexpectedly. You desperately grasped onto the sheets beneath you as he jerked you up onto your knees, hips high in the air and his large hands pushing onto the small of your back.

He growled in lust before burying himself deep back into your already exhausted cunt and you howled out wildly through tears, the head of his cock now hitting mercilessly against your womb as he chased his own high, knowing he was about to be sated better than ever before.

"S-Sukuna...please...I can't!" you pleaded, head spinning with fervor as you felt like you would pass out if he carried on much longer. Ignoring your cries he grabbed onto your hair while rutting into you hard and deep, pulling more incoherent babbling from your lips as he filled you more than you thought was possible, abusing that spot of spongy flesh that was already so sensitive. Your loud moans echoed through the room, sides heaving harshly as you struggled to take him this way but fuck did it feel incredible.

"Yes you can baby...Bet I can get one more out of you..."

"N-no...it's, it's too much..!"

"You're going to...f-fuck...tell your boss no?"

Pulling back on your hair harder as he continued at an unrelenting pace, you screamed out in ecstasy towards the ceiling, blissful tears streaming down your blushing face as he reminded you he was your boss, and you loved it...he could be your boss at work and of your body, and you would submit to both so eagerly.

"N-no sir!" you rasped out, unable to resist another oncoming wave of pleasure. He reached an arm around you and quickly found your swollen clit again, circling his fingertips over it to pull another orgasm out to tear through your already over exhausted body.

"That's what I fucking thought." He snarled through clenched teeth feeling your walls grab hold of him again tightly and his pace quickly faltered before thrusting hard into your protesting cunt once more, burying his cock deep within you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white.

You yelled out and nearly screamed as he took hold of your hips with both hands, fucking his cum deeply inside, moving faster than before while making your high carry on, your walls milking him for everything he had. A proud grin adorned his face, hearing your sounds that he was causing. You reached an arm back, your fingertips pushing against his thigh as you panted heavily, nearly seeing stars at this point, you were so overdosed on his thick cock.

"Damn..." he finally let out a deep satisfied groan, his motions slowing down, leaning over to gently kiss your lower back while slowly pulling himself out of your cunt that was dripping with your own fluids and his release. You whimpered weakly at the loss of inward contact as he grabbed onto your ass with both hands, spreading you open enough so he could look at the damage he caused. "Made quite the mess out of you." he chuckled, watching his release slowly leak out of your twitching cunt, reddened and puffy lips covered in copious amounts of your own fluids.

"Sukuna..." your voice trembled while trying to look back at him. "I'm sorry, for not letting you finish first..."

"Hm?? Why is that something you're sorry about doll?" Letting out a heavy breath as he came down from his high, hands now gently massaging your hips. "Sounds to me like you really enjoyed yourself...and that's all that matters." He chuckled, letting your hips go so you could finally fall to your side.

That's right...he's not Touji, who was really selfish in bed, and mostly took care of himself...If you came first, in the rare times he could make you cum at all, he'd be so annoyed at you for whatever reason.

Sukuna collapsed to his back next to you, running a hand through his hair while humming in satisfaction at your tired and fucked out body. Feeling sleep start to consume you, you hesitantly moved closer to him, curling against his side while resting your cheek on his chest, hoping he'd let you fall asleep like this. Just wanting to know what it felt like, for once.

He looked at you curiously for a moment, almost bewildered by your actions. Any other woman would just turn away to sleep and he'd do the same, not having any interest after he got what he wanted. Hearing you already start to snore quietly while holding onto him, he laughed lightly and pulled the blankets up over the both of you before wrapping one arm around you, caressing your skin softly with his fingertips.

There was a bit of an idea in his mind about you, seeing how timid and scared you were, not to mention the fading bruises he saw along your naked body in various places... He held his tongue about them, and just avoided placing his hands onto those areas if possible, always watching your expression to make sure you weren't in any real pain that wasn't enjoyable.

Feeling your warm body deeply relax against him, he sighed quietly and closed his eyes, letting himself relax to sleep as well, finally realizing how sated he could actually feel with someone for once...

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Shameful Attraction (Part 6, Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader)(18+MDNI)

Part 6 of this series! Parts 1-5 can be found on my JJK Masterlist -> Link

Pairings: AU Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader (and also abusive Fiancé Touji) Wordcount: 8k+

CW/TW: This story has a lot of abuse in it. (Touji is your abusive Fiance.) there are references all throughout about this behavior. Hitting, punching, name calling, degradation, putting reader down, threatening reader, severely hurting reader, lack of care, making excuses for abuser, accepting the abuse/neglect, hiding bruises, etc. Also implies thoughts/mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety. Alcohol, smoking cigarettes, cheating in a relationship, unprotected sex, and having a long term affair. Please do NOT read this story if any of this is upsetting for you.

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Your first day working for Sukuna was more fun and exciting than you thought it would be, and of course with Touji being gone for a couple days, you decided to enjoy yourself, cause why not? You went home with Sukuna after work, cause the two of you certainly hadn't got enough of each other yet.

Monday, 6:22 PM

Sukuna's body and yours were entangled together in his bed, both of you exhausted yet satisfied while intertwined in the silk sheets. Both enjoying the calm moment after he fucked you so incredibly hard that you were seeing stars and babbling incoherently about him stuffing you so full with his thick erogenous gift. He had a strong arm around your waist in a comforting and almost possessive hold, and your face was nuzzled up under his warm chin as you laid mostly on his chest, his elevated heartbeat thrumming against your cheek. Recalling how the two of you eagerly walked towards his apartment after work and began aggressively and impatiently kissing one another with heavy breaths and groans of desire while in the elevator, you couldn't keep your heart from fluttering at the lewd actions that followed shortly after. Honestly you didn't even know your legs could be pushed so far above your head...Sukuna's strong grip kept them held firmly in place as he had rutted into you unforgivingly for what felt like forever. He teased about that small swell in your belly that would show itself every time he plunged into you. Your mind was melting at the amount of pleasure this man could give you...and his praises of your pussy being so eager and open for him made your legs quiver without control.

"Sukuna...oh my god, you're amazing..." you murmured breathlessly into his neck, being as close to him as possible as you slowly came down from multiple highs. Sukuna's deep chuckle vibrated through his chest, the sensation a comfort to feel, and he let out a satisfied and proud sigh.

"I'd be disappointed if I wasn't..." His hand came to your shoulder, fingertips gently trailing up your arm in the process, never minding the small beads of perspiration along your skin from his previous ministrations to your body and you quivered at the delicate touch. He pulled away slightly to look your face, your dove eyes meeting his while his knuckles brushed over your warm rosy cheek. Sukuna couldn't stop himself from admiring your soft face, thinking how pretty you looked in your afterglow... Why he had the desire to even want to look at a woman after he was finished with her was beyond him. But with you in this moment...he couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. Seeing how your glossy eyes stayed connected with his in such a tender and almost desperate way made him eager to hold onto your gaze, almost offering a sense of relief that was clearly needed for you. You spoke nothing of the traumas and horrors your life was filled with, though fragments of your shattered sanity easily glistened from your eyes. Sukuna had curiosities, maybe even questions, but it wasn't his place to ask or try to uncover what you left unsaid. Besides, you weren't his woman. You weren't his problem that he needed to try and fix. You were an employee who he expected hard work from. You were just another woman in his office that he's fucked on his desk. Just another woman that he's enjoyed several times yet...still thirsts for more. Just a woman who is so appreciative and respectful. Just a woman he was strangely still interested in for some reason... Nibbling your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from his face to his chest, with those gorgeous maroon eyes still watching you so intently.

"Well...I should probably get going, before it gets too late." A small smile stretched your lips through your statement, honestly not wanting to leave, but you didn't want to assume he wanted you to spend the night here, again.

"Ah...pretty thing doesn't want to stay for more?" His devious laugh made you blush harder as he captured your lips with his again, both of his arms holding you close to his warm body. You playfully squirmed, giggling in return against his lips as his strong embrace relaxed you in such a way that any saddened thought in your mind could almost be forgotten.

"Oh, I of course would love to stay, but I mean, I didn't want to impose and be rude by just assuming you'd want me here. Surely all the other women you sleep with don't hang around all the time either."

He gave a small chuckle before clicking his tongue, debating on if he should even indulge in what you said about other women he's slept with... Sure... None of the others ever hung around, not like they even had a choice in the matter as he wanted them out of his home as soon as he satisfied his need for sex. Because in reality, he didn't give a single care to any of them. Charm them, bring them home, get what he wanted from them in bed, and send them on their way. It was his own rules he devised and meant to follow precisely. He was enjoying his life way too much to let any woman slow him down or get in his way.

But, here you were, becoming quite the exception to this set of rules...

"Trust me doll, if I didn't want you here, you would know." He said with a humored smirk before kissing your lips again softly, making you shudder in warmth, curling your body more into his without even meaning to. God, you needed his touch...needed him to hold you like this, needed to feel that warmth and comfort no matter how much of a façade it was...

"This...can't always happen though, can it?" Your question made him look at you with slight confusion and he caressed your arm gently.

"Why do you ask that..?"

"Cause like...you're my boss... isn't this...isn't this frowned upon? I don't want you to think I'm trying to gain any favors...and I wouldn't want others to think that either..."

"Well...Are you fucking me just for favors?"

"What? No, of course not."

"Then don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself with me as long as you'd like..."

Not long after your moment of rest, it dawned on you that you didn't have any extra clothes, and you'd have to go to work in the morning in the same exact outfit and that wasn't anything you wanted to do. Sukuna, always being the opportunist, decided to spend more money on you, cause why not? That little, gleeful smile you made when simply swiping his card at the café roused an interest in him. He wanted to see that smile again, and possibly try to set a personal goal of how flustered he could get you in a store while showering you with 'gifts.' He didn't have to spend his money on you, he didn't have to buy you nice things or take you on fancy dates. And for that reason, it just made him want to indulge in pampering you. Judging by the few sets of clothes he's already seen you in -bought at a hand me down store most likely-, he knew there wouldn't be much variety in your closet at home. Seeing your curves and body without anything on, he knew certain outfits would compliment your appearance much more than you allowed for yourself. You were his immediate assistant after all...if you didn't look stunning, how does that make him appear when you're next to him?

Of course when Sukuna said he'd take you to get some clothing, you had hoped he wouldn't pick anywhere too expensive, though you knew better than to even mention it. Not like he would accept some charity store as a place to get clothes from.

However, you certainly didn't expect him to take you to such an expensive place...

Giorgio Armani...

"Sukuna...I-I can't...this skirt alone is ¥231,000! I don't feel comfortable accepting this kind of thing..." That cocky grin that you're starting to recognize more often is spread across his face as he sets a second skirt of a different color into the basket, enjoying the look of surprise on your face.

"Cant be telling your boss 'no', sweetheart." His deep chuckle, so full of confidence and arrogance, forces your cheeks to accept a feverish hue while your fingers timidly shove that bit of hair from your face as usual. You could say 'no' all you wanted, but you knew he wouldn't accept it, and honestly, you didn't want him to accept it... You certainly didn't admire him for only his bank account, but of course he was only so charming and charitable towards you because he had such confidence from his wallet...right? At least it's what you assumed.

As you tried to find something that wasn't an insane amount of money, -not likely going to happen- you noticed Sukuna talking with one of the stylists while looking at some of the finer dresses in their elegant display sections. Like an embarrassed child, you hid behind one of the racks as you watched them, seeing how invested Sukuna was in a couple of the dresses that you knew were well over ¥1,000,000... The stylist was insanely attractive, at least you thought so, and she kept placing her hands -so conveniently- atop of Sukuna's every chance she could as he went through their catalog of different colors and accessories to compliment the dresses.

Though...those gorgeous eyes never gave her the attention she was clearly demanding. Instead, they flickered up to where you were, and then he looked back down to the catalog while lifting his hand and beckoning you to him. And you gladly approached, unable to hide the expression of superiority on your face, noticing the faint scowl upon the stylist's as she watched you approach.

Another woman getting jealous over you being with a man that belonged to no one? Might as well embrace the moment... Of course Sukuna was more than aware of the other woman's bitter feelings at the moment, not that he cared. Once he had his focus on what he wanted, there was no distraction that could earn his attention. As you came to his side, your boss looked to you with that cocky smile while gently touching underneath your chin with his thumb and index finger before gesturing the catalog to you.

"So, pick something, pretty thing."

Your gaze fell down to the pages, noticing quickly there weren't any prices next to the items. Certainly if anyone was in this section of the store, they had so much money that the prices wouldn't even matter to them, so no point in wasting the ink to provide them. Not even allowing you a second to deny, Sukuna slid a careful hand along your lower back, resting it just above the curve down to your ass while leaning to whisper into your ear.

"Cant have my personal assistant showing up to an office party or company gathering without something elegant adorning her gorgeous body now can I?"

"B-but, I-..." looking up at his serious expression, you held your tongue and looked back down to the catalog, almost feeling rude to keep declining. There was a beautiful array of cocktail dresses, all different colors but of course the variation of black, plunging V neck styles were the main attraction through the pages. As you flipped through a couple pages, gazing over the different options, you could feel Sukuna's hand tense a little each time a particularly stunning dress appeared. Though he said nothing, you became aware it was most likely because something caught his attention specifically, and you quickly picked up on it. A simple test proved your theory, letting your finger tip gently glide across one of the dress images that seemed to pique his interest. Looking to him while tapping your finger on the image, he cocked up a brow and grinned while tightening his hold along the small of your back.

"What do you think about this one?" you asked with a bit of excitement, finding something that you actually really liked. Before allowing him to speak, the stylist did her best to interrupt, stating how that particular dress was better suited for women with a more full chest, and how there would be too much loose fabric in the bust to 'compliment your figure'.

Not wanting your eager face to disappear at the rude comment, Sukuna chuckled while writing down the dress' item number on the sheet provided next to the catalog.

"Well, good thing alterations can be made to better fit her perfect body." His charming yet disapproving tone made the stylist bite her lip in embarrassment and offer a slight head bow of apology.

He watched as your glossy eyes stared up and into his for a moment, an obvious 'thank you' from the expression that was upon your gentle face. Oh how he craved those sweet and gentle looks...

"Pick out a few more, pretty thing."

Seeing how this was a very formal type of selection, you made sure to pick things that would make you look best in high end company gatherings. Or rather, things that would look best on you while standing beside Sukuna with other important people gathered around. Perhaps this was more for him, not wanting you to tarnish his good looks, but instead, elevate them. Elevate his status with a well dressed woman at his side, her attire far more expensive than it needed to be. Perhaps... But either way, you were going to enjoy this as long as possible. Even if some part of it made you feel like a horrible person. Made you feel horrible for letting some man you only recently met already get in between your legs and fuck his cum into you several times. Made you feel horrible for allowing him and wanting him to spend money on you. Made you feel horrible because you didn't mind being his little dress up doll in the moment. Made you feel horrible that you already wanted him to be fucking you so strongly in his office again, being that cliché personal slut for the boss...

After deciding on maybe two or three more dresses, not wanting to come off as greedy rather than thankful, your hand pushed the catalog away from you a bit, signaling you were done with it.

"Sweetheart..." Sukuna's velvet voice tickled across your ear making you shudder as he leaned closer to you.

"At some point I will be wanting to tear some of these off of you...it would be a good idea to have some extras...don't you think?"

Your knees felt weak as you nearly sank against him, shaking your head while feeling flushed.

"But...these are surely too expensive to ruin so carelessly..."

"I insist...look doll, you'll never run my wallet dry...I can buy this whole store if you wanted..." Your eyes widened in shock at what he was saying, unable to even process the amount of money this man actually possesses. Giving a slight nervous laugh, you held his arm gently so you could maintain your standing form, almost too weak to do so on your own. "S-Sukuna, why even mention such a thing? Why waste that money??" "Because this is a fucking high for me..." he purred into your ear, nipping your lobe casually as if you were both alone in the store and not in the view of several others.

"S-Sukuna!" You whispered harshly though a quieted laugh, shoving your hip against his playfully. It garnered a returning laugh from him before he put his attention back to the catalog, pulling it closer to you once more.

"And don't forget...you'll need heels and jewelry to match those dresses."

The small glisten in your eyes wasn't something he noticed as you watched him briefly, still feeling like all of this was some fever dream that you'd soon wake from. You were the entertainment in his life at the moment, so of course he would have you dress appropriately for the role... You had to constantly remind yourself this had nothing to do with feelings or emotions at all. A man like Sukuna wasn't going to keep someone like you at his side forever... He wasn't going to love someone like you... He probably wouldn't ever love anyone, life was clearly too much fun for him to be held down by a partner. Especially one like you...

A few of the items could be brought to the cashier, while several others, being so expensive, were not allowed to be handled by a customer in such a way until after they were purchased, and for the very elegant things, they would be later delivered to home since they didn't keep a lot of them in stock at the store. To even try them on, you'd have to request them and they would be brought out to a specific dressing room that was more closed off and reserved for "higher paying clientele".

And some of these dresses you tried on made you look and feel like a completely different person... Looking into the mirror provided in the room, your cleavage was very obvious and demanding attention, along with the cinched waist hem making your middle appear more delicate before broadening towards your hips. The entirety of the cloth hugged your skin in such a way it almost seemed like you didn't have clothing on at all.

You felt...pretty. Confident. Sexy.

Hearing a gentle knock at the door, you assumed it was the stylist coming to ask how the dresses were, however it was Sukuna, and he left no opportunity for a protest as he closed the door behind him. Your form felt awkward as he leaned back against the door, his maroon eyes starting at the heels you had on, slowly traveling up the curves of your body, taking in every detail and savoring it like a fine wine.  Seeing you for the first time a few days ago, he was already intrigued by how you looked in your outfit of choice for your interview, but now seeing you in something so much more elegant, something he was going to personally buy for you, his desire only increased.

Imagining when he'll have the opportunity to slip the soft fabric off of you while being devious at a company gathering, he couldn't deny his growing erection.

"Damn...are you aware of how gorgeous you are..?" He chuckled in his throat, eyeing you so hungrily.

Why did he feel the need to compliment you in such a way? Was it an enjoyment to see your face so flustered? A shy little laugh escaped your lips as you turned your head away, bringing a hand to your warm face as if to hide it.

Your mind was so lost in thought it kept you from seeing Sukuna approach with his large and strong hands now gripping onto your waistline, pulling your body to his strong and muscular one. He enveloped your lips within his, controlled yet needy kisses catching you off guard.

Within seconds he had you turned around and pushed up against the wall, eagerly kissing the back of your neck and exposed shoulders from the dress' design. One of his hands snaked around to your chest, his fingers groping the plush mounds that were barely concealed, your nipples already hardening through the dress at his touch. Feeling the fabric lift up from behind, now scrunched up at your hips, quickly followed by the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, you weren't even going to try to protest, not like you honestly wanted to... Small, shaky moans escaped your lips as his mouth came to your ear, nipping at the edges of it gently causing you to tremble in desire.

"Are you going to be a good little girl and thank your boss for the dresses?"

"Y-yes..!"

"Yes, what?"

"'S-Sir', yes sir!"

Being his current entertainment was the only thing bringing you any joy in life right now. Even if it felt insanely wrong to be so wet in this moment, pushing your hips back from the wall so he could line himself up easier, you couldn't bring yourself to actually deny any of it. You knew he'd stop if you asked, but you also knew the way his fingers were now aggressively pumping into your already sloppy pussy made you feel better than you've ever felt in the entirety of your existence.

After he quickly prepped you, his engorged tip came to your entrance and you sucked in air through your teeth at the slight sting as he stretched you open slowly, one of his hands gently caressing your hip for comfort and the other still gently squeezing your breasts. You fought back moans of painful pleasure as Sukuna kept a firm hand on your hip, fucking you slowly against the wall with deep and powerful thrusts. His mouth remained at your nape, sucking on your skin and nipping the tender areas causing your head to loll back in pleasure. It hurt so good, his thick length lodging itself into your protesting walls...and it was a difficult thing to still grasp. It hurt with Touji, but the pain felt more intense with him, no pleasure at all...You were certainly in pain right now as well but, god it felt amazing at the same time... The hand at your breasts caressed over your excited nipples, pinching them gently while you mewled as quietly as possible, trying to have some reserve as someone outside of the dressing room could be nearby. Oh but Sukuna loved to hear those beautiful sounds, remember? At the office is one thing, he wants to maintain a bit of class, but here, the small thrill of getting caught excited him, so he encouraged all the sounds you could possibly make... And though he's new to your body, he already knew exactly how to force them out of you. He knew how to stuff you so incredibly full you'd start to babble incoherently from being so dumb on his dick. Attempting to silence yourself more, you put a hand over your mouth, but it was quickly taken a hold of and pushed palm flat against the wall, Sukuna's fingers in between yours to keep it there in place. "Let me hear you..." He let a low groan into your ear, sending a chill through your whole body.

His cockhead hit demandingly into your cervix, your mind fading with the almost unbearable pleasure at this point, small little moans and shrieks leaving your lips at each battering thrust. How he was able to build an orgasm up so quickly within you was nearly shameful.

"Mmh...don't make me ask for it, sweetheart..." he teased into your ear, rolling his hips in such a way that he was fucking you so generously, abusing your velvety walls without restraint.

Your trembling body gave it away, proving you were about to cum so hard on your boss's dick yet again today, moaning like a brazen whore that couldn't get enough of his delicious cock. He groaned in unison with your unashamed cries, abandoning his slow pace to mercilessly hammer into you against the wall of the changing room in this elegant store. "Sukuna....p...please...m-make me cum...wanna cum on your fat cock..!" you begged with teary eyes, your moaning sobs echoing through the dressing room. "Hn...such a- fuck, good girl..!" The cocky smirk of his lips against your skin easily made you cream and squirt all over his dick and the wall you were pinned against, the arrogant and audacious way he was pounding into you almost too much to handle.

Rarely did he ever enjoy a woman more than once, but they all craved to be with him again. To be spoiled by him, to be charmed by his arrogance and wealth, to be fucked so good that anyone after him would be severely disappointing. But rarely did any woman actually crave him, and not just the things he could do to them or for them...

Monday, 8:53 PM

Hearing the shower shut off from the bathroom Sukuna was using, you pulled your knees to your chest while sitting on the couch in his living room, feeling uncontrollably awkward in the moment while only wrapped in a towel. As if he hadn't seen you naked already... You had used his secondary bathroom to shower while he used the one in his room, though for a moment you thought about joining him. But, it just felt too intimate...not something fuck buddies would normally do together. Or would they..?

Resting your cheek upon your knees, you tried to wonder if the two of you were going to just shower and go to bed, then wake up and go to work like some couple? It felt stupid to even think of it that way... How would you know otherwise? Do people who casually sleep around go to bed together like this? Or was there some common knowledge and rule that should be obvious to you...

Exiting the bedroom, Sukuna of course had no reason to hide his incredible body as he let a towel hang loosely at his hip, water droplets rolling down those gorgeous abs, following the dip of his v line.

"Hey, doll." he grinned in mirth while taking a seat on the same couch, relaxing against the black leather. He propped an arm up on the cushions behind you, his fingertips barely touching your shoulder as he leaned his head back.

"I'm surprised no one said anything to us, I thought for sure I had you making enough noise to catch someone's attention."

"W-what?" You stammered in shock at his crass statement and he simply chuckled in return while leaning his head over to look at you.

"What? You didn't want to get caught having sex with your boss in the dress he was buying you? Obviously you had to pay for it in some way, no?"

Feeling your face flush, your eyes quickly looked to the floor and your whole frame became visibly shaken. In the earlier moment you had felt so shameless, so aroused and too excited to really care what he was doing to you in there, or if anyone could hear. But looking back, you now realized how uncomfortable you actually felt. The realization of someone possibly hearing you moan like some cheap whore made you extremely self conscious and nervous. At least in his office this morning, he did his best to help you hide your sounds of ecstasy, but in that dressing room, he did everything possible to make you let it all out.

Feeling a finger gently touch under your chin and pull your attention from the floor, your eyes locked with those darkened hues that had softened so quickly. Sukuna's cocky and arrogant expression had faded into more of a concerning one as he got you to look back at him.

"Did it bother you..?"

You swallowed tightly at his question, feeling your eyes start to sting as if tears were about to fall. What were you supposed to say to that? Clearly he had enjoyed it, and he was spending all that money on you, and in that moment you had no objections. Suddenly feeling different about it later would make you seem like an ungrateful hypocrite. But...it honestly made you feel like you were trading sex for gifts...and it made you feel so ashamed...

"U-um...No, no it didn't bother me." You gave a desperate laugh, grabbing onto a small loch of your dampened hair, already knowing your lie was blatantly obvious... Sukuna may have been a rich playboy who spent way too much money on women for kicks, but he certainly wasn't stupid.

"Why are you lying to me..?" He asked flatly while scooting closer to you across the black leather, holding your chin in place now with his thumb and index finger, his arm that was on the back of the couch more wrapped around your other side.

And that made it happen... It made a tear finally escape out of your eye, and it wasn't from erotic bliss or joy, not even sadness nor sorrow. Just, fear. 'Why are you lying to me?' The number of times Touji has accused you of lying wasn't even countable at this point... Same with the number of times he's shoved you into the wall, pushed you to the floor or even struck you in anger after accusing you of something.

"I-I'm y sorry..." Your small voice was submissive and apologetic, almost pleading even. "I just...I just don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, or b-boring...I've enjoyed so much that you've given me. And all this money you've spent on me, I don't want you to feel like it's been a waste... I mean, you have every right to take what you want from me in return."

His small chuckle made you look at him in confusion as he caught the falling tear with his thumb, wiping it away gently.

"Look, if you don't like something...you can tell me. I'm not going to be angry if you ask me to stop or if you don't want to do something again...I hope you understand that. It's not my desire to make you feel like you have to be willing and open to everything. It's not repayment... We just started having fun pretty thing, I'm not sure what all excites you or not yet. But I certainly hope none of this has been against your will..."

"Of course not! Just earlier...I mean...at the time, I liked it, but thinking about it now...I...I'm so embarrassed about it..."

Cupping your cheek with his hand, you absentmindedly leaned into it, so worried you were going to lose this touch already. So afraid you already devalued yourself by letting him take you whenever he wanted, having no complaints, not even trying to make him wait for anything special. Just like with Touji...who liked to remind you of how easily he was able to get you into bed after just recently meeting him.

Damn...maybe you were just an easy woman...

"Don't worry about it, little thing..." His deep voice was so comforting and so relaxing it helped you calm down even before you realized it.

"It's just, I don't...don't want you to think I'm just some...some worthless slut who doesn't value herself...o-only having sex for money or g-gifts..."

When he started to laugh, his head leaning back a bit at the amusement of your statement, you felt even worse, knowing that what you said was probably true then...

"Oh, sweetheart!" His hand moved from your cheek to back under your chin, lifting your head up high from its shameful and submissive position.

"I've had worthless sluts before, and trust me, doll...you're not anything like that. Not even close..."

With more tears slipping down your cheeks, he brought his other hand to your face, using the back of his knuckles to wipe them away as a small smile of relief did it's best to tug at your lips.

"Such a tender little thing...You look so adorable..." He chuckled in his throat humorously while suddenly pulling you closer and into his arms. A deep blush warmed your face as he stood, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you as if you were a delicate and fragile thing.

Before you knew it, he had you laid down to your back on his soft silk bedsheets, already pulling the towel away from your hands that were shyly trying to hold onto it. His large hands pushed your knees apart easily and then he buried his face in between your thighs, earning a nervous whimper from your throat. But your embarrassed form only tensed up, suddenly feeling Sukuna's tongue running a strong and wet stripe up between your quickly wetted folds, proceeding to eat you out aggressively as if you were the last meal he would ever get.

Your fingers curled into his hair as your hips writhed and bucked upwards in constant pleasure as he graciously gave you all of his attention with his mouth and fingers.

Over the next hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, only focusing on your body and how much pleasure he could give to just you in the moment. You had came and cried from bliss and emotions so many times you couldn't even remember what the count was anymore. He'd lick you dry after each one,  praising you and complimenting your body repeatedly before eagerly building you up again. You and your pleasure were the only concerns on his mind at the moment, and he was going to make sure you understood that.

Why he even cared though was so unclear in his mind... Certainly any woman that had cried infront of him before was seen as annoying and clingy. Not something he would want to be bothered by. It's just sex. That's all he wanted. He didn't care about anything else. Just use a woman and move on.

Why did you have to make him stray from his path..? And how easily you could lure him away...

Tuesday, 5:57 AM

Waking up the next morning startled you a bit, your eyes suddenly opening as you forgot where you were for a brief moment. There was a soft lamp on in the corner of the room, providing plenty of light but not enough to be uncomfortable for sleepy eyes. Noticing the area on the bed next to you was empty, you frowned slightly, wishing you could have woken up next to Sukuna, but just being wrapped up in the warm blankets on his bed was still so comforting. How you wished you never had to go home again... Home to the tiny bed with crappy blankets, having to share it with someone who you despised and hated...

The bedroom door opened quietly and you glanced over to see Sukuna walking in with dark grey sweatpants loose at his waist, and a tank top on that looked drenched in sweat. His beautiful pink hair was messy, not in its usual tamed back style, and he was breathing a bit heavy in the moment, slightly out of breath. You thought he looked hot as sin in a suit?? No, no this, this made you want to be down on your knees begging for him to breed you. Just his glistening skin from the sweat beading down it, seeing the outline of his pecs through the dampened shirt as it stuck to his rising chest, your mouth was definitely hung open rudely without remorse.

"Um...Excuse me, Sir, I don't think you're allowed to look that damn mouth watering so early in the morning." He halted at your sleepy yet seductive voice, looking over to you with a gentle grin while lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, showing off the delicious contour of his dampened abs. "Oh? Sorry pretty thing, my home, my rules."

He looked so masculine and assertive, unashamedly letting the waistline of his sweat pants hang from his hip, allowing you the privilege of damn near drooling at his wonderfully carved V-line. And that line guiding your eyes down to where you knew his beautiful cock was beneath the clothing.

The first time you slept with him, the two of you had only stripped each other in the dim light of night, never fully seeing or appreciating what the other looks like underneath. You knew he was built like a god judging by how his clothes fit him, and how strong and powerful he is in bed or anywhere else he's fucked you.

But getting to actually see it up close and personal made you really appreciate his body that much more. He was just fucking gorgeous and incredibly handsome all at the same time...

You may have been upset last night for feeling like a slut, but in this moment you'd be anything he wanted, just to let him have you in a primal way.

"I bet you're having the filthiest thoughts in that pretty little head of yours."

That devilish smirk came across his face and you shivered, worried you were already about to make a mess on the sheets. It's like his words were automatically able to make you cream without control. But, yes... You were allowing your mind to run rampant through the lewd thoughts and desires that plagued you.

Sitting up better in the bed, you tried to rub your eyes as daintily as possible, not wanting to look like a wild beast from your sleep. "Why are you so sweaty? Morning workout?"

"Just a run. Few miles." He said so casually while crawling over the bed to you, kissing your lips without hesitation and you mewled softly into his mouth as he caged you down beneath him. Never before could you think a sweaty guy would smell so good but, damn! It was almost intoxicating...and him leaning over you, his skin radiating heat, still giving a few heavy exhales from his nose while kissing you, made you embarrassingly wet... as if you didn't get enough of him yesterday.

Running one of your hands over his shoulder and then up to his undercut made him hum softly in return, enjoying your gentle touches along his warm and damp skin.

"I need to take a shower though." He smirked while pulling his lips away, feeling your hand on the back of his head briefly try to hold him close still. "Wanna join me? Let your boss help you start the day with some exercise as well? It's very good for you." That cocky grin could make you want to do anything for him...Sure you just took a shower right before bed last night, but you certainly would have been upset if you missed out on the way he was holding you up and against the shower wall, fucking you so good while your quivering legs wrapped around his hips, letting him hammer into you like it was all you were good for. You'd gladly be his used rag doll he'd toss around and fuck mercilessly...

Strong hands gripped onto the underside of your thighs near your ass, his fingertips pushing hard into your skin, surely leaving small bruised marks. He kissed and bit at your neck so hungrily, groaning in satisfaction to your shrill cries and moans of elation, your arms draped around his neck with one hand clenching onto his hair, and the other leaving more markings along his back as his beautiful cock plunged deeper into your cunt, punishing your womb without any pity.

"Fuck...you take my cock so well, baby...letting me stuff you so fucking full and deep..!" You squirmed and leaned your head back against the wall as you came at his praise, your eyes tightly shut as you almost felt like you couldn't handle how forceful he was. Surely you were seeing stars by this point, feeling like his brutal cock was going to break your pussy. Your reactions only made Sukuna thrust into you more roughly, getting addicted to the desperate sounds you were making, and the way your body writhed away from the wall in overstimulation.

"P-please..! I ca-cant..Sukuna!"

How incredible and sexy you looked pinned to the wall like this, like you were completely helpless in his grip, and your greedy pussy squeezing him so tightly as you screamed through another intense orgasm. "Oh... you can, you can..." That deep, demanding laugh into your ear made your body arch off of the wall even more, hands desperately holding onto his shoulders as his cock abused your creamy and gummy cavern, easily persuading another build up of pleasure inside. Luckily you were in the shower already because there was no hiding your continuous squirting that was coating his abdomen and running down his legs. But despite the water running, the obscene sound of squelching from your abundant juices was very loud and clear, and it was mixed with your sobbing howls of mercy. Though, you definitely didn't want any. You never wanted it to end. Your mind being so numb while fucked you so harshly was all you wanted to experience.

It wasn't long until Sukuna came undone and pressed you tightly against the wall while he filled you with his hot seed, pumping you so full you could feel it leaking back out around his cock and down your inner thighs.

His satisfied grunts made you blush and you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands cradling his head against you almost lovingly. He remained against you for a moment, his mouth at your neck, kissing your skin softly between his heavy breaths.

"Seems like...a g-good morning exercise." You teased and he chuckled in response, lowering your legs gently so you could stand on your own and he massaged your hips while letting out a satisfied sigh. "Well, I'll have to make sure I include it whenever you're over here, pretty thing." His velvety voice soothed you as you came down from your high, his finger up under your chin and slowly pulling away as he turned, taking those gorgeous eyes with him.

As he turned his back to you and put his head under the water, you noticed even more tattoos along his back, and you realized you've not actually seen him completely nude and in the light until now. And you were staring, very intently to the point it felt disrespectful. Watching his hair flow down from the water, and the small water droplets falling from some of the ends, you caught yourself holding your breath for whatever reason... It's like he was just perfect in every way possible. That perfect drug that gives you such a high...so addictive and needed...

While admiring his back, noticing its just as contoured like the rest of him, you realized how badly you must have dragged your nails across his skin. Seeing the marks from your scratches, how they were deep and still red, you felt bad, not realizing exactly how much you had carved him up. But, you definitely remembered that every time you clawed him from over stimulation, he let out the most satisfying sounds, groaning and grunting while letting that cocky smirk take over his face like he certainly enjoyed it. Enjoyed giving a woman so much pleasure that she would dig her nails in for the ride because he was driving her so wild. Little marks of his success...

However, the more you looked, the more faded marks along his back you saw. Of course, as you unfortunately keep forgetting, you aren't the only woman in his life that he drives wild. Not the only one who has been in that same position against the shower wall as you just were, not the only one who has been on their back in his bed, crying out at the intense pleasure he provides. Not the only one who he's bought things for. Not the only one he calls 'pretty thing' or 'doll'...and certainly not the only one he's praised and complimented so much.

It wasn't the thought of past women he's been with that made you feel ill and weak, it was the fact that tomorrow he could have another woman in here, and then the day after, enjoy himself with you again. Like you were sharing him with who knows how many others... Did he treat most of them the same as how he does with you? Is he so gentle when they're upset, so gracious to make them amazing food, and so rough and even passionate when taking them to bed as he is with you? You definitely weren't the only woman who got to admire or appreciate his body either...though you felt as if you were the only one who adored him this much... He almost felt like a savior in your life, though it would never be something you'd say out loud like that. Thank god for the shower water streaming down your face, helping you hide the ridiculous and uncontrollable tears that wouldn't stop leaking from your eyes. You swore yourself to not get attached, you promised yourself to avoid this type of hurt. Yet you couldn't help it... Everything about him was so addicting, so exciting. So captivating...

Walking down the sidewalk next to Sukuna towards the office, you couldn't help but look up at him from time to time, admiring how cleaned up he could get in contrast to his sweaty and glistening form not that long ago. You had already figured out he had his switches between work and play. His expressions and demeanor were clear for each. Right now, this was Boss Sukuna, and it was so sexy you couldn't keep your gaze off of him for long. His serious face, his attention focused on his phone for work emails, his complete disregard for any other woman walking nearby, it all made you smile...

He stopped at the little coffee shop again, and you didn't mean to approach the counter with him, but just absentmindedly did so while eyeing some of the pastries that were displayed in a case at the counter... Seeing the other woman from Thursday who Sukuna was able to flustere made you nervous for whatever reason...

Knowing he was going to be a flirt was hard to accept...

"Oh hey! I was off work yesterday and didn't get to see you..." The woman at the counter undoubtedly enjoyed his company, as she pouted about her absence the day prior, admitting her enjoyment of seeing him almost every day. But how could you blame her... That smile that trapped you worked just as well on her, the pink hue of her face making it obvious. The way he spoke, his voice so sexy and deep, calling her 'doll', made her more flustered as she fixed his drink. Listening to them joke and laugh back and forth made you more or less zone out, trying to maintain your maturity of not being jealous about a man that didn't belong to you. "I'll take one of the caramel coffees too, and whichever pastry you'd recommend from the case."  Your eyes quickly flickered up to Sukuna as he ordered another coffee and a pastry...for you? He glanced to you briefly out of the side of his eye, giving a subtle wink while pulling his wallet out for payment.  "So when do you think I can come over again? It's not fair you've only asked once and it's been over a month." The lady pouted while setting the drinks and a wrapped pastry up onto the counter before the two of you. "Cause I had a lot of fun..."

Sukuna let out that deep chuckle from his chest while handing his card to her for payment, and then picking up your drink to hand it off to you.

Reaching for your drink, your hand was a little shaky to hold onto it confidently, so you used both hands quickly to keep it secure. Inhaling the scent from the opening of the lid, it smelled similar to what he had given you yesterday. You really did like it, a lot. But you didn't recall saying any of that to him...did he just assume it and reorder it for you?

"Ah, well...I already told you, doll..." he gave a bit of an irritated sigh while taking his card back and putting it back into his wallet. "...it was a one time thing."

Before she could say anything else he picked up his drink and the pastry and turned to you, gesturing to walk. Looking up at him, aggravation was clear on his face, and you weren't sure if that made you feel better or not...  He handed the wrapped pastry to you and you swallowed tightly while taking it, your mouth already watering at the idea of consuming it. It didn't matter if he bought you a small pastry and coffee or dresses that were insanely expensive, you felt thankful.

"Guess she's not worth a second date huh?" The words slipped out of your mouth in a sort of laugh before you could even think about them, and it felt like your stomach came up to your throat. Why even say such things??

His humored chuckle in return eased your embarrassment briefly as he looked down to your heated face while taking a drink of his coffee. You gave him a timid smile, worried you were out of place for even saying anything, but his free hand came to your chin gently, touching underneath it softly. "I don't usually prefer it..."

He said nothing more and you didn't either, feeling too nervous to say anything else, but too curious as to what he meant by he didn't usually prefer second dates... You felt a bit embarrassed walking into the office with him, wondering if anyone knew that you went home with him last night, as it felt really inappropriate...

Even if anyone knew, no one could really say that they cared. It wasn't their business, and they all knew Sukuna didn't appreciate anyone prying into his personal affairs. He did well for his employees, paying higher than most others in this practice, offered appreciation events constantly, and thanked his employees personally for certain clients that they were able to get investments from. He treated them well, but expected just as much respect in return. If this couldn't be handled, they would be fired, as he didn't tolerate much.

He had you follow him to his office again like the day prior, and your first thoughts were of the events from yesterday morning, but, this was Boss Sukuna right now... You sat across from him, and he turned to his computer briefly before moving the screen of it towards you. "Remember the meetings yesterday? You'll find any updates about them here. Sometimes there are no comments, and don't worry about that right now. But, you'll want to look for the ones with any feedback, as those are important."

He explained how usually there will be opportunities to have a repeat meeting if needed, to clarify more information or concerns, or if the meeting wasn't successful at all. Sometimes no comments were good, as it meant nothing good nor bad was happening. You took your notes, you asked anything you needed to, and you stayed focused as he was. It was still hard to believe you were writing on the desk that he bent you over yesterday morning...

You had considered making a joke about it, but since he never seemed to mention it, you remained quiet...

The entirety of the day went by with Sukuna in his Boss mood, teaching you how he wants specific things handled or filed away properly, and his typical schedule for the day. It would also be your job to keep him on time or prepared for the various tasks throughout the day if necessary.

If he needed to be in a meeting by 11 am, you needed to make sure the conference room was ready to go with any files at the table, and you needed to make sure he was prepared and ready to attend it despite what else is going on. Of course he never planned on being late to anything, but in the event he was distracted with another business matter, you needed to be there and keep him on track. And if he was unable to walk away from whatever it was, you needed to take over in any way that you could.

He certainly wasn't as flirty today as he was yesterday, and it made you a bit concerned, wondering if you had done something wrong. You didn't let the expressions form on your face, and you made sure to continue to pay attention to his rules and expectations.

Hopefully everything he had said the night prior was true...he just started enjoying himself with you, and you weren't useless to him. Though no matter how many times you tried to reassure yourself he was just busy and working seriously for the day, your mind kept encouraging the worst ideas possible. Tuesday, 10:17 AM

Unfortunately, it kept you distracted and with a foggy mind, so much so that it took a slightly angered tone from Sukuna calling your name to get your attention as you sat across from him in the conference room. It was easy to see the awareness come back to  your face in an instant as you got chills, realizing you had completely spaced out, not even remembering coming into the conference room.  Your heart beat rapidly and you felt short of breath, quickly glancing around only to be relieved that no one else but the two of you were in here.

"I-I'm sorry!" you laughed lightly while offering a small smile as you looked back to him. "I just zoned out I guess and-"

"That wont be tolerable..."

Feeling your breath seize in your throat, your head dropped in an instant bow of respect and apology as you stared down at the table, feeling your skin shake with nerves and dread from hearing the disapproval in his voice. He's still your boss...you still had a job to do...you needed to get your shit together and stop stressing over things. Things you promised yourself to not get attached to or worry about!

Only day two, and you felt like you were fucking all of this up suddenly...

Well you and Sukuna certainly got to have a lot of fun in this chapter!😘 But who is complaining?? Hopefully he isn't too irritated though with you right now... For whatever reason he's been only serious while at work but why is that??

Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated!!

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So, my thoughts on Jujutsu kaisen characters so far! (Im at ep17)

Itadori: Oh that man is most definitely bi. I like him! Hes a good protagonist and i find him funny most of the time :) 9/10

Fushiguro: This man is gay (mainly for Itadori idk i just get that vibe). Kinda thought he was gonna be a stereotypical emo, pleasantly surprised! kinda bland rn but he is pretty nice. 7/10

Kugisaki: Let me tell you i have NEVER felt as much attraction to a women than when she fought Momo, that ending speech gave me a gay panic attack. But i didn't really like her character for a while (5-7 i think) So 8/10

Maki: STEP ON ME PLEASE. 9/10

Mai: she's a bitch but like in the Atla Mai kinda way, i also want her to step on me so 8/10. She is most definitely a lesbian. 

Todo: FUCKING HILARIOUS HOLY SHIT. He has a bromance with Itadori which i can respect. honestly 7/10. 

Sukuna: ah yes. a bastard. 6/10

Panda: 10/10. No further comment.

The most sluttiest character design choice Gege ever made was Sukuna’s upper thigh tattoos

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CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

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THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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𝝑𝝔 an: ALRIGHT GUYS finally something angsty and involving an argument or smth vaguely saying that ahem ANYWAYS!! suku here is a bit of an ass but he will redeem himself guys dont worry. i love you all!! to the new readers — read more here!!

“can you piss off already?”

“i’m not in the mood, go fucking yap to someone else.”

“we wouldn’t be doing this shit if you just stopped being so fucking clingy!”

the hurt flashing in your big eyes tells him that he shut his mouth a little bit later than he initially should have.

sukuna sighs when you run out of the room, unable to hold in your sobs like you usually would, and sits down on the couch of your living room. to be honest, he doesn’t even know what came over him at this moment. or for the last half an hour he’s been pouring all of his anger at you.

recalling the previous week is not the most pleasant thing, but that’s all he can do right now to cool down. there is nothing to reminisce about; it’s been a very frustrating week, where jin was a lot busier than usual, their old man needed more care, the worry for yuuji being left alone ate both of them from inside and out, work has become more annoying than fulfilling, and all sukuna wanted to do was to be left alone, which is why coming over to your place was a mistake.

not because of you, but him. he could’ve texted you that he is tired and is going home instead, yet somehow his mind was stuck on seeing you tonight and his muscle memory led him to the familiar warmth of the street you lived on. it didn’t comfort him, like usually.

sukuna never thought he could scream at you like he did. you probably never thought either; the genuine fright and terror on your face told him a million of things, a million stop signs, yet he only continued going off on you.

you just expressed to him how you wanted to spend a little more time with him, how you wanted to help him decompress and relax, how much you cared about him — you didn’t deserve his ugly yelling and his angry attitude.

oh man, he fucked up.

he rubs his face roughly, barely able to stop himself from tearing his skin off, and stands up from his spot. for a minute, he contemplates whether he should even try to fix anything tonight — if you would even want that.

sukuna presses his ear against your door, hand tugging down the handle simultaneously, but to no avail. as disappointment washes over him, he realises that you’ve locked the door. is it a sign that he should just go home? probably.

he can’t do that though.

he knocks, loud enough for you to at least notice, “baby? can you let me in?”

sukuna doesn’t know that on the other side of the door, you barely stop yourself from jumping off the bed to open the door for him. your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you press your back into the headboard, clutching the blanket tighter as you gnaw on your bottom lip, stifling down your sobs.

you want to let him in so badly despite how much he hurt you.

it’s something you can’t control, something that has you curling into yourself, as far as you can so you can ignore the twitching in your limbs and keep yourself away from him. you only wanted to help and seeing his anger being directed at you made you further confused about what you did wrong.

subconsciously, you know that it’s not about you. but you still can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe… maybe sukuna needs a girlfriend who is less overbearing than you. someone who understands him better, understands when they need to back off and let him be, and not try to fix everything with their love. maybe.

you bury your face in your pillow, effectively muffling down your cries while sukuna continues to knock on your door from time to time.

he guesses that you fell asleep so he stops knocking as he sits down on the floor with a small groan. the couch looks a lot more inviting than the hard floor, however sukuna can’t bring himself to be too far from you so he finds that it’s okay, he’ll wait for you.

he doesn’t even know when he falls asleep; realising that he was, in fact, sleeping when the door behind him suddenly opened and he is fully sprawled over the floor. “fucking hell—“ he curses under his breath, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his face before he glances up, meeting your nervous gaze. with the pain in his whole body forgotten, sukuna stands up abruptly, his face softening when he notices how you step away from him.

“sukuna? were you… sleeping on the floor?” you ask, your voice sounding a little hoarse as you look up at him unsurely.

he swallows, face scrunching up at the dryness in his mouth, and steps closer to you, closing the door behind himself.

“can we talk, baby?”

you look down and nod solemnly, walking back to your bed while he follows you like a lost puppy. sukuna’s fingers twitch with desire to touch you, any part of you. you crawl away from him though, backing yourself into the corner. covering, protecting yourself from him.

“i— uh, i didn’t mean all of that, y’know that, right?”

you stay silent, small fingers curling around the edges of your blanket.

“tell me you know it, baby, please—”

your voice comes out unsteady when you finally speak up, abused bottom lip trembling as you sniffle, “i don’t think i do, ‘kuna~”

sukuna reaches his hand out, tentative fingers creeping closer to you in an attempt to observe your reactions. your eyes follow his movements and you stare at his hand for a little while before your features fade into something too pitiful for him to grasp. as soon as he calls you by your name you start sobbing violently.

all of the hesitation leaves his mind as he immediately pulls you into himself and positions you between his spread out legs, arms wrapping around your body and tucking your head into his neck. it’s the worst feeling in the world because he is the reason why your fragile soul is rattling in hurt and agony. god, he wants to fucking punch himself in the face repeatedly, and even then it wouldn’t be enough for him to feel like he’s apologetic enough.

sukuna brushes your hair away from your face, hand sliding down to caress the side of it, but his movements still as soon as he hears your small voice,

“you didn’t have to be s-so mean about it.” you gaze up at him with eyes full of tears, “i could’ve taken your anger, but not… n-not that.”

placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, sukuna goes back to look you in the eyes, making sure his sincerity is apparent.

“‘m so sorry, baby, i don’t fucking deserve you.”

you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle down another round of sobs and hide your face from him once again, arms circling around his neck.

you don’t give him a clear answer. sukuna is ready to wait for however long it takes.

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⛧ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sukuna x (Fem)Reader

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⛧ᴀ/ɴ: sukuna fluff is hard to come by in my opinion and so sorry if he's ooc but i wanted him like this. also, this is for lemon and ava, two of my favorite sukuna babes 🤍

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Wrist flicking out, you fanned yourself, eyes heavy with the sleep you had been fighting as you pursed your lips and eyed the blooming trees of the garden. Spring was rounding itself off, the scorching weather approaching you knew in weeks as you could only prepare yourself to be practically bedridden due to your ‘condition’. You’d only arrived a year and a half prior, and you quickly realized you had not seen much of the palace still after taking a husband, be it due to the duties of a noble person who were bound to spend most their days inside and entertaining themselves another way.

You held back a snort, fanning yourself harder as you stopped and eyed a nearby bush full of bright fruit and as red as your husband’s eyes.

…Husband.

In your youth, you supposed the daydreams of living in nobility were only achievable through luck. Or perhaps told through a fortune told from the Omikuji you required as a teen, taking the fortunes of ‘blessing’ and ‘marriage’ with a grain of salt until you had grown into an adult and ran off to be elsewhere from the clutches on an arranged marriage. Into serving nobility, to becoming nobility wasn’t necessarily on your list, your marriage by all means was an unlawful one. Forged from blood and flesh when you remembered instead of sipping sake in front of the Gods, your husband-to-be curled his fingers around your wrist and bit into your palm to instead partake in you.

You had been enamored by him since you first met him, eyes memorizing every inch of his unusual face before taking his thumb into your mouth when he smeared his own blood across your lips. It had sealed your fate that moment, your love and lust for him bursting forth like a raging inferno then and during the commutation of your marriage. Something that had finally taken into effect and was weighing down on you heavily.

One you supposed was the reason for the wariness when it came to serving you.

Cutting your eyes to the side and slightly behind you, you held the sigh in, your attendant keeping her eyes on the ground (perhaps watching your feet when you walked) as to shield her pensive expression from you, however you were not the unobservant type and focused on the knot between her eyebrows. Mai, your first and most loyal attendant, was never one to shy away from pestering over you, speaking her mind and filling in for advice whenever you needed it, so to see her quiet and on edge grated your nerves more than you liked to admit. She had been your first friend when you arrived, and you absolutely despised when she reverted back into the meek and submissive attendant she played whenever your husband was around, and it was enough to make you frown and worry if you had done something wrong.

You sighed loudly, snapping your fan shut and turning to the woman slowly, “You look like you have something you want to say.”

Mai’s eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, long and curled as her doe-like eyes rose to meet yours. She seemed to mull over your statement, before bowing her head in submission and speaking quietly, “Permission to speak?”

A smile graced your lips, softening your expression and nodding to her in return, “You always have permission with me, Mai.”

And just like that, Mai’s entire attitude flipped at your nonchalance. Straightening herself up, she dropped the service act and eyed you with suspicion and wary, mixed in with tired disappointment at having to cater to your more… reckless wants. “It’s just that Lord Sukuna has told us to monitor you and keep you in the palace when he’s away. And you’ve disobeyed that… again.”

Ah, there it was. With a scowl threatening to mar your face, you turned your back to her and began to pick through the strawberries in the bush you had been eyeing before, “I’m in the gardens. That’s still the palace… Is it not?”

“Yes, but –”

“This one looks ripe…” you cut her off, not necessarily wanting to hear her prattle on about how your husband made it horrifyingly clearly that you were to say inside at all times when he wasn’t at the palace. You’d heard it all before so many times it had been practically engraved into your skull with ink, and you were fed up with sitting on your knees inside away from the outside world and learning calligraphy constantly. Lips downturned you plopped a good-looking strawberry into your mouth, humming at the juice and tangy sweetness that exploded upon your taste buds, before your stomach gave an abrupt twist and a foot kicked out against your ribs. You winced and rubbed at your belly while the fruit suddenly tasted foul, and you swallowed with a grimace, “I hate how hungry I get nowadays, especially when I seem to crave more than just human food.”

Mai had been watching you like a hawk, leaning forward to intercept you whenever you reached for another fruit, “Oh, let me get it for you –”

“Please, Mai, I can pick my own strawberries. You worry too much.” Batting her hand away, you plucked it, hiding it in your sleeve and turning to her with an exhausted smile as she took your fan from you.

“Yes, My Lady. But please consider my words, we can keep you entertained in the palace.” You watched the lines on her face carefully, creased at her eyes and wrinkles forming at her forehead, and you could only wonder if your pregnancy had been the cause of her newly formed stress (partly, you knew you could’ve blamed it on your husband, his aggressive and aloof behavior all in one keeping most of the servants on the tips of their toes, but you quickly squashed it whenever you remembered she tended to you entirely).

Of course, you knew she was only doing her job, however her job was also giving you a severe case of claustrophobia being cooped up inside all the time. It wasn’t like you were planning to ever leave the palace’s premises either, just small strolls in the garden or spending time by the pond to cool off. Honestly, you had reason to believe she and your husband were just worrywarts (yet for the latter, you would keep that strictly to yourself).

You nodded your head in the direction you wanted to go, signaling Mai to walk beside you as you sighed and lowered your voice, “The midwife told me exercise will help…” you caressed your palm over your protruding stomach, “The baby is already huge and only seems to keep growing. A little sun helps me too, Mai… I can’t stay cooped up forever.”

Mai took a few moments to respond, her shoulders relaxing and her voice regaining familiarity, “I’m only worried since the last time you fainted out here.”

Lips thinning outwards, you remembered it all too well. Not necessarily fainting, though you blamed it on the many layers you wore around the palace and how warm it was getting outside, but you remembered the aftermath and how your husband had all but slaughtered a few lowly servants in retaliation as to letting you out (and because of his temper). You had thought the gore would’ve had you running, but you’d grown so used to him murdering someone whenever they slightly pissed him off you could only sigh at the thoughts. Of course, you knew Mai’s worry also came out of fear, however you weren’t about to let him do anything to her. “I know, but I feel fine… Just swollen feet and my back aching every time I move.”

And the baby kicking at your body whenever something displeased him.

Mai sighed your name exasperatingly, dropping the formalities, “Please, given your condition I think it’s best if you return to the palace.”

Irritation began to seep in your muscles, your baby moving in response to your emotions as your feet marched faster to walk. If you wanted to walk around the garden, you were allowed to, you would deal with your husband later if he found out. “What my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him… Just another stroll and we can go back in, I’m getting tired anyways.”

“My Lady – oh!”

Mai abruptly skidded to a halt, body bending quickly into a low enough bow for the towering sight of your husband appearing before you both. You spared her a quick glance, flickering back to your husband, Lord Sukuna, when you realized he wasn’t the least bit concerned over her. He kept all four eyes on you, a challenging glare in them and you nearly wanted to laugh at the sight of two of his arms crossed and the other two planted on his hips. He looked every part of a disappointed husband – a father in the making, and you could already feel the talking your ear was going to get. Ah well, you could always feign falling asleep on him, that seemed to always make him softer.

Bending slightly into your own bow, he spoke, addressing Mai with a singular command, “Leave,” and you only returned back to your own height whenever you peeked that she was gone. You held back the groan at the pull your spine gave, wincing slightly at the shine of the sun before his large form eclipsed it as he finally moved close to you with no one in sight. The familiarity of his warmth and scent eased some of your irritability, wondering why he was back to early and ecstatic that he came to look for you once he couldn’t find you.

You smiled up at him, rolling the strawberry around your fingers before gesturing with your head to the path you had been walking, “Walk with me?”

Sukuna was ever-so unwavering in his staring, watching you practically dawdle in your place with the world’s most unamused expression, “Weren’t you told to stay inside?”

You repressed a shudder at his rough voice as your skin prickled, another sigh leaving while your shoulders slumped; caught. “I might remember you telling me that.” He seemed to not be in the mood for your sweettalking.

A loud exhale made your smile turn sheepish. “You piss me off.”

You knew that was coming, pulling out your hand from the sleeve to produce the strawberry from before, letting his eyes follow the way you rolled it into your palm, “But you’re here now… Nothing could really happen now since I have you.”

Sukuna’s eyebrow furrowed, eyes narrowing inward before he scowled at you enough to let his upper lip slightly curve over his teeth, “Changing the subject won’t help you. Are you gonna walk back, or do I have to carry your ass and –"

In a bold move you silenced him, pressing the strawberry to his lips with two fingers and slightly pushing it forward in hopes he would eat it. His eyes couldn’t narrow or glare any further, shooting from you to the fruit, and holding them there for a few moments and you wanted to giggle because it nearly looked like he pouting. Your husband never really ate human food, perhaps to humor you before he would spit it out and complain about the horrid taste it gave him, however there were a few times his interest would peak and want a bite of whatever you had in your hand – especially when said food seemed to satisfy you so much. You supposed it was his curiosity to understand you better, having a human in such close quarters and as a wife was perhaps as jarring as it was to have him as your husband.

Toying with him, you said, “It gave me bad taste earlier… Want to try it?”

Sukuna’s lips twitched behind the fruit, a clear sign he’d indulge you that time and when you went to move your hand away from him, one of his hand snatched your wrist with a small squeeze. An unspoken word for you to leave your fingers on the fruit and indulge him. And you did so with coquettish blink, pressing the strawberry harder against his lips until they gave way and his teeth were biting into it with the juice from inside sliding down your fingers as he slowly and sensually ate the strawberry from your fingertips. It didn’t help that he kept his eyes on your own the whole time, your cheeks burning as you never were able to get used to your husband’s forward assertion on sensuality.

Your breath caught and eyes widened when his tongue slid over the length of your fingers before slipping in his mouth and sucking on them until they were free of any residue stickiness. You couldn’t help the rapid beat of your heart, lips parting as his thumb tapped in rhythm to your pulse point before he let go of your fingers with a loud ‘plop!’ and a satisfied hum rumbling out of him as you could only gaze dumbfounded at the saliva coating your fingers. After a few moments you cleared your throat and swallowed, eyeing him warily as you knew his stomach probably wouldn’t last long and he’d be hacking it up with loud complaining.

And on cue, you watched fascinated as the mouth on his stomach frowned.

Oh, here it comes. It never lasted long in his system.

You sighed as he spat it out, licking his lips and scowling at the ground, “You’re right, tastes like shit.”

“Would you like me to say something to the servants?” you asked, mentally cheering with a soft smile on your face when he fell into step with you to walk along the gardens. It was never hard to get what you wanted out of him.

“It’s not poor gardening skills, it’s you.” You opened your mouth, ready to backtalk at the insult, yet he silenced you with a hand raised before one of his fingers traced along your cheek, “Weren’t you waddling in and practically whining for some of my food?”

How could you forget, a week ago you’d been lured out of your bed chamber by the most mouthwatering smell and your baby kicking incessantly once your stomach growled. You had stumbled upon Sukuna and Uruame, the latter making Sukuna’s dinner and the dinner something you never were to partake in since his appetite did not quell your hunger. However, when you found yourself salivating with your stomach rumbling and your baby kicking, it was a jarring experience to come to realize you were indulging in cannibalism and liked it. Liked it so much your child never rolled in a fit that night and Sukuna had been extra attentive to you afterwards with his praising.

An answer was on your tongue, though you chose to neglect saying anything when your taste buds twitched at the thought of that dinner and instead enjoyed your walk in peace. Your husband only snorted, a slight laugh leaving him at your pout before he returned his limbs to himself and rolled his gaze forwards on the path you’d been on. Times with him were normally relaxing as he was actually rather lazy when he had nothing to do, his affections ranging from just enjoying your presence in silence to twirling your hair around his finger whenever you were close enough. You never minded, glad to spend time with him though it was equally as nice whenever he seemed get even clingier once finding out you were pregnant.

Even his soft, lingering touches moments ago set your heart ablaze, and you wondered if he felt the same whenever you ran your fingers through his hair whenever he felt like resting his head in your lap.

Minutes into your relaxing walk you felt it, an agonizing cramp pulsing in your back and the soles of your feet screaming in protest at being mobile for too long. Of course, you get some time to do something with him and your body halts that and screams at you to stop. You didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to bother him nor ruin the peaceful moment you were so grateful to have. Although the pain in your body had other plans, cramping upwards and throbbing whenever you tried to take another step so much you immediately had to double over with one hand resting on your stomach.

You stopped, the other hand moving to hold your aching back, and you were vaguely surprised he stopped at the same time. A wince and awkward bouts of silence later, you groaned and straightened back up, “I’m sorry, I think it gets worse every day.”

Sukuna remained silent and still, before a rumbling from his chest prickled the hair on the nape of your neck. “Hm, almost like you should’ve listened to me.” He was back in that disappointed husband stance, and you knew if you were to look into his face you’d see the smug grin at your misfortune. Gritting your teeth you didn’t give him the satisfaction, watching glumly as he sighed rather loudly and moved away from your side to continue walking in the direction of this palace.

You reaped what you sowed you supposed, having to walk back alone after being told not to be out of the palace when he wasn’t there. And your body complaints for moving about too much agreed, a quiet moan of frustration leaving you as you closed your eyes and counted to ten to calm your nerves, reopening them when the pain muted itself into a dull ache for the time. However, you completely clammed up at the sight of your husband bent down in front of you, the black of his haori draped over his shoulders shielding your view of his sculpted back and his face turned forward giving you no indication of what he was doing.

Yet, he did seem like he said something, though you were too befuddled to even understand what he had said.  

“What –”

“Are you deaf?” he interrupted, turning his head slightly and motioning with his head from you to climb onto him, “I said get on, before I change my mind.”

He wanted you… to ride… on his back? Never once did he ever engage in something like that with you (besides carrying you in his arms, but that had been the night of your wedding and he’d practically tossed you on your beds afterwards), though you weren’t about to pass by the chance for him to carry you. Though you weren’t too sure how to climb on his back and hold on so heavily pregnant, Sukuna didn’t have four arms for nothing you supposed.

Not wanting him to change his mind and keep him waiting, you clambered onto him to best you could dressed in several layers with your legs kicking free to slip underneath the lower set of his arms. You held back a squeal when your baby kicked at all the movements, arms flying forward to nearly constrict Sukuna’s airway off as he in return grunted and stood to his full height while beginning to move forward in a slow pace. You were grateful he was taking it slow, still trying to get comfortable and trying not to think about how bad it would hurt to fall off his back from his enormous height…

“Stop fucking squirming…” he grunted again, readjusting you with his arms as your body reclined higher up on his back and he continued walking, “Acting like I’ve never touched you before.”

“It’s not that. He – “ you cut yourself off, you hadn’t necessarily told him that you believed your baby was a boy, and you didn’t want to hear any of his teasing, “the baby kicks and squirms whenever I move too much.” Or whenever he hears your voice, you groused, further proving your point when he kicked at you again whenever Sukuna spoke once more. You wondered if he could feel the kick on his back.

“Damn.” A pause of silence and Sukuna was jostling you on his back, “How much does that prick weigh? Or is that all you?”

Your hand itched to slap the back of his neck, though you held yourself together and only offered him a scoff while making yourself comfortable, “He takes after his father.”

“And he wiggles like a worm, just like his mother.”

You had half a mind to say something about him referring to your child as a boy, your cheeks hot when you rested your chin atop his shoulder and eyes growing lidded with sleep while he inadvertently rocked you with his steps. You bit the inside of your cheek in a girlish thought that your husband was walking slower on purpose, rolling your ankles to stop you from kicking your feet at the idea he wanted to spend more time with you alone. Then again, he was doing all of it for you when he could’ve just left you alone, or not come out to find you at all.

Maybe some days he missed you as much as you missed him.

In a bold declaration, you pushed yourself forward until your nose was skimming Sukuna’s cheek, a chaste kissed you placed there seconds later whenever he didn’t say or do anything to push you away, “Thank you, my Lord.”

Sukuna hummed low in his throat, a deep rumbling that vibrated against your arms and soothed your aching ribs, “Don’t get used to it. I just didn’t want to wait around for your slow ass to waddle back in.” Though he sounded rather harsh, you knew he was just doing roundabout affection in his own way.

Your head lolled against his, the leaves on the trees above swaying you into a warm midday nap the longer you watched them through your eyelashes, “Take me to bed?”

You didn’t necessarily hear his response, though you weren’t dreaming it when his fingers tightened the hold he had on your thighs, the warmth he emitted doing wonders for the pains in your body as he secured you further into his back to ensure you didn’t fall off. You couldn’t help the smile, your cheek smushed into his shoulder as you took one final look at the sunlight path before you both and closed your eyes as exhaustion took its hold over.

With a last conscious thought, you reminded yourself to thank Mai later for allowing you a nice stroll in the garden – especially when you were doing it with your family.

𝝑𝝔 cool boyfriend sukuna x loser girlfriend reader !

just small stories from cool bf sukuna and his loser gf’s relationship!! set in college/university, with characters’ non-specified ages being over 18 :) sfw and nsfw!!

you can find more content about this series under the tag “cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader”, where i answer questions and stuff!

a little bit about the special treatment loser gf gets…

a little bit about sukuna teasing and loving his loser gf…

a little bit about loser gf imitating sukuna…

a little bit about dry humping with sukuna…

a little bit about drunk sukuna being a softie…

a little bit about sukuna getting jealous…

a little bit about sukuna seeing you in a skirt for the first time…

a little bit about sukuna and reader’s first meeting…

a little bit about sukuna and his loser gf yapping…

a little bit about you helping sukuna dye his hair black…

a little bit about sukuna showing you off…

a little bit about how sukuna deals with a difficult question his loser gf asks him…

a little bit about cool bf sukuna and his loser gf’s first date…

a little bit about loser gf ignoring sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna and his loser gf watching ‘the notebook’…

a little bit about what sukuna thinks of his relationship with his loser gf…

a little bit about loser gf meeting sukuna’s family…

a little bit about loser gf doubting her relationship with sukuna…

a little bit about cool bf sukuna and his loser gf reader playing basketball…

a little bit about reader’s first meeting with sukuna’s teammates…

a little bit about sukuna fingering his pretty loser gf for the first time…

a little bit about sukuna and his gf’s first time…

a little bit about loser gf babysitting yuuji…

a little bit about yorozu messing with loser reader…

a little bit about sukuna buying his loser gf a red lipstick…

a little bit about sukuna reassuring reader after she fails a test…

a little bit about sukuna taking care of his sick gf…

a little bit about sukuna being absent for a few days…

a little bit about sukuna and reader on the beach…

a little bit about sukuna and drunk loser gf…

a little bit about studying with cool bf sukuna…

a little bit about trying “is that seat taken?” with sukuna…

a little bit more about sukuna and reader’s relationship…

a little bit of happy birthday with sukuna…

a little bit about ‘i love you’s with sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna with reader who is struggling with saying ‘no’…

a little bit about sukuna doing the voicing gf’s makeover trend…

a little bit about reader getting injured…

a little bit about visiting the zoo with yuuji…

a little bit about reader being scared of needles…

a little bit about sukuna jerking off to reader riding her pillow…

a little bit about reader feeling lonely and sad without sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna getting angry at someone talking bad about you…

a little bit about having an argument with sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna meeting your friends…

a little bit about sukuna’s teammates…

a little bit about baking with sukuna…

a little bit about the aftermath of the argument…

a little bit about reader getting stood up by her friends…

a little bit about reader crushing on sukuna…

a little bit about reader on her first shift as a nurse…

a little bit about sukuna’s piercings…

a little bit of reader trying to be more direct...

First time trying this kind of art style <3

king of curses

Sukunaaaa 💖

Halfway thru sketchinggg ✨

I FINALLY REMEMBERED THIS WIP EXISTED ✌️

Give me that D.

My (very) humble standards

Real 😔

I just wanna be Sukunas favorite concubine, is that too much to ask for?😭

Hlo i have a request

Can you pls write Sukuna as a yakuza and he is a demon but hide it from his pregnant wife(reader)and when his wife (reader) found her reaction is she is horrified/ afraid of him .

Oh and Sukuna be like Yandere/Psychopath/Obsessed with reader

I love this idea so much I will be working on this I’ll make sure to get up dates soon!