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roommate!sukuna can’t help but jerk off in your shower :c

he swears he doesn’t mean to do it, it’s just force of habit to use your shower now—besides, you have all the fancy stuff in there, expensive, scented body washes, scrubs that smell like vanilla heaven, why would he ever shower in his bathroom ever again?

it’s just routine, breaking into your room with no warning, stripping himself half naked before throwing you his signature smirk before closing your bathroom door to turn on the shower, running the hot water over his body, lathering himself up in all your nicest products until he’s drowning in a steaming shower that smells like you.

it’s familiar, it’s comforting—and it all just smells like you, it’s the way you smell when you walk past him in the hallways when you try to ignore him, it’s the way your sheets smell when you nap in the, after a shower, and before he can stop himself he’s fully hard, his cock flushed under the warm water, slowly leaking beads of pre.

he shouldn’t, he knows that, you’re right outside the room studying for your stupid exam, but his hand finds the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down while he leans against your shower walls, biting one of his fists just so you can’t hear how pathetic his moans sound.

“f—fuck, y/n.”

all he could think about was you, how you smell so fucking good, the way you look so focused while you studied, the way you always looked at him like you fucking hated him—it always had him adjusting his pants around you, trying to avert his eyes because one look at your pretty face being mad at him was enough to have him cum in his pants on spot.

his pace was starting to quicken, his hand wrapped around his pretty cock, twitching in his hold while he continued, moaning in the shower, letting out the prettiest whimpers that he hoped you couldn’t hear.

his knees almost gave out while he came, painting his hands a pretty shade of white before he washed himself off, frantically getting himself out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist before he finally unlocked the door, almost letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you still at your desk, studying.

he tried to be nonchalant, waltzing out of the room until—

“it’s impolite to jerk off in my shower, you know that, right?”

“i wasn’t—i didn’t think—.” he was scrambling for words the first time in his life, his face flushed the same shade of pink as his hair.

“the least you could do is invite me in.”

oh fuck.

hi have a lil treat b4 i finish the actual fic (i’ve said this a billion times) but also i’m 3k words in guys r u proud.

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

Bully!Sukuna who catches you alone in the library

Cw: forced blowjob, cum swallowing, spit play, face spitting, dacryphilia, degrading, praise kink, choking, gagging, bully romance, pet names puppy/brat, face slapping, male org*sm, dub-con

It’s way past school hours now.

Sitting beside the huge glass window, you watch the orange sun slowly begin to set.

You let out a quiet sigh, checking your phone only to realize you’ve been here for almost four hours.

Even the librarian has already clocked out and gone home.

You quickly skim through the remaining pages of your biology textbook, counting how many chapters you still have left before carefully slipping your pens and loose papers back into your file.

Reluctantly, you decide to squeeze in one last chapter for tomorrow’s biology quiz.

Bully!Sukuna who spots you alone in the library after basketball practice.

After leaving the court, he notices the library lights are still on.

He scans the room, making sure every aisle is empty before making his move.

From a distance, he sees you completely absorbed in your biology textbook, quietly memorizing the stages of cellular respiration.

Your brows are slightly furrowed in concentration, your lips moving ever so slightly as you silently repeat each point to yourself.

For a brief moment, he simply watches.

You don’t even realize he’s standing directly behind your chair.

Without warning, two large palms cover your eyes, stealing your vision completely.

You jolt in surprise but don’t scream.

The familiar scent of mint reaches you, making you assume it’s someone else.

“Cho-Choso…? ’S that you? I thought you already went home.”

The moment that name leaves your lips, the hands disappear.

Before you can even turn around properly, your chair is spun to face him.

Your stomach drops.

Sukuna.

His pink hair is messy from basketball practice, the front strands sticking slightly to his forehead. His black T-shirt is damp with sweat, clinging to his broad shoulders, while his gray sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips.

He stares down at you.

“…Thought I was Choso?” he asks quietly.

The calmness in his voice is somehow worse than if he were yelling.

You immediately realize your mistake.

“S-Sukuna, I—”

His hand shoots out, grabbing you by the throat, his fingers squeezing the sides to warn you.

“Ah—ouch. Stop it, please,” you feel your breathing constricted.

“You really are a fuckin’ slut, aren’t ya?” Sukuna’s deep voice echoes through the empty library, every word laced with anger.

How dare you mention another guy?

“Sukuna, please stop. It hurts,” you whisper, your hands immediately reaching up to try and pull him away.

“I think you need to be put in your place, stupid bitch.”

Then, as quickly as it started, he lets go.

You immediately inhale a shaky breath, your hand moving to your throat as you try to steady yourself.

You think it’s over.

But before you can relax, his hand moves again, this time grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it back, forcing you to look at him.

The violent force makes your scalp burn as you look into his crimson eyes.

A harsh slap lands across your face, causing your head to turn sideways.

“Choso?” he repeats, his voice low.

“S-Sukuna, I just made a mistake.” You place a hand on your cheek.

“A mistake?”

You don’t dare to reply.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t repeat the same mistake.”

In one swift motion, Sukuna pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, just enough to free his aching cock.

Still sitting on your chair, his hand guides your head so that you are face-to-face with his fully erected, thick cock.

You shut your eyes in fear. This is your first time seeing a dick in person.

Your whole life you imagine this moment to be…romantic? However, this is the opposite of what you had in mind.

“Open your eyes and your mouth.”

You do exactly that, and watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks it a few times.

His pink, flushed tip is glazed with pre cum oozing out, and he smears it all over your face.

Sukuna does that over and over, dragging his heavy cock over your nose, your eye socket, your forehead, and all around your rosy lips.

Your entire face feels sticky now with his pre cum everywhere.

“Stick your tongue out like a puppy for me,” he commands.

You do while looking at his face, only for him to lower himself and spit directly into your mouth.

You feel something wet sliding down your throat, and before you can react, he pushes his fat cock into your mouth.

As soon as he enters your mouth, you can taste his natural musk, sweat, and salty-sweet taste of his pre.

You close your mouth around him instinctively, his hands gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and fucks himself down your throat at a rough pace.

“fuck,” Sukuna groans as he looks down at your adorable face sweating to take in all of his cock.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his length; the head of his cock is broad, stretching your lips as you struggle to take the full width of him.

Sukuna’s other hand comes up to hold your jaw, pulling it down to allow more of his cock inside.

As he continues to pump in and out of your poor mouth, you start gagging uncontrollably while tears start to form in your eyes.

Drool is starting to leak from the corners of your mouth as you continue to choke on half of his cock.

He’s not going to make you take all of him…right?

“Mmmph!” You try to scream with your mouth full, pushing at his thighs, hoping he will stop abusing your throat.

Sukuna takes this as a sign to yank you off him, causing you to almost fall backwards.

You immediately start coughing while gasping for air.

“You’re not done yet, stupid slut,” He grabs your sore jaw and slaps his wet cock on your swollen lips.

Seeing you scared and about to cry, he spits on your cheek and spreads it around your face with his throbbing cock.

“I hate you…” You whimper as he slaps his heavy cock repetitively on your cheek.

“Mhmm. Now, be a good girl. Hands on my cock and start sucking.”

You should run away and never look back.

Instead, you’re here pleasuring him while you feel something wet forming in your undies.

Sukuna places both hands onto the study table behind you as you wrap both of your small hands around his cock.

Your fingers fail to close properly around him due to his enormous size, but you quickly start by licking his tip.

Your tongue drags over the sensitive slit of his head, all the way down to the base.

Pulling away for a second to lick your lips, you stroke his cock eagerly while looking at his expression.

His eyes are shut as he savors the feeling of your tiny hands jerking him off.

It’s different from when he usually does it.

When Sukuna feels your warm tongue sucking on his tip and your hands working nonstop, his eyelids snap open.

He feels himself getting close as your tiny moans and muffles send vibrations to his dick.

“Just like that brat, just like that.” He places one hand to the back of your neck, making you take him fully.

You try not to gag when you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat; saliva is dripping onto his heavy balls.

All of a sudden, you choke and your throat convulses and tightens around him, causing him to let out a groan as he places his hand on top your head and fucks your mouth rapidly.

Sukuna holds your head in between his thighs as he cums deep into your throat; load after load of hot semen is released.

“Swallow all of it, and thank me for your meal,” He commands as he pulls out of your cum-filled mouth.

You obey him as most of his cum already went down your throat, you swallow the remainder, hating that salty bitter taste it left in your mouth.

“T-thank you, Sukuna,” you mutter shamelessly.

Sukuna pats your head and kisses your forehead after fixing himself, leaving you drenched in a mix of fluids.

As soon as he steps outside, you hear him talking to someone.

“Finally done?” Gojo asks with a crooked grin.

Sukuna shrugs, shoving a hand into his pocket.

“Sorry, dude. She was taking too long.”

Gojo lets out a short laugh as the two of them walk down the hallway, their voices fading into the distance, leaving you alone in the silence of the empty library.

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Yuji is turning ten. Father!Sukuna

Sukuna was a happy man; he was married to a beautiful women, doing the best he can to raise their 9-year old son, Yuji. He imagined the perfect mornings where him and his wife would be whipping up breakfast together, sneaking kisses in quiet moments while their son played. Days where he would take his wife out on nice dates, compliment how pretty she was— overall the perfect life.

When Yuji was born, Sukuna was worried about being the perfect father for this small bundle of joy that laid your arms. He recalled the moment where Yuji’s nimble little feet stumbled toward Sukuna, taking his first steps—it was a joy that surprised him. Sukuna was fascinated on how his son was able to imagine such a colorful world around him; his fingers pointing at random objects and giving them stories that were hard to keep up.

When he turned four, the couple took the child out to the beach for the first time. Sukuna remembered the way Yuji’s eyes widen with his mouth agape at how big the ocean was. Sukuna raised the boy up to his shoulders because he wanted to see the end of the ocean.

It was these moments where it hurt to see Yuji grow; nevertheless turning 10. He no longer pretended to be a wizard or a soldier, he never mentioned his imaginary friends that used to accompany him in his play time. Sukuna had never seen childhood slip away, he thought it was just something that happened; however, seeing his baby grow so much, it weighed his heart.

“Honey?”

Your loving voice finally catching his attention; he turned to look at his gorgeous wife, despite the sadness in his soul, you never failed to make him smile. He must know that it was also hard on you to see your baby growing up, a child that will no longer need his parent as much.

“C’mon, we need to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Yuji soon; he wants to eat his cake.”

The last part made his heart swell just a bit—his boy was always so impatient. He hopes that Yuji will keep his childish creativity, he prays that the world won’t dampen his bright soul.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ❞

masterlist. reader keeps falling out of bed every night and nanami had to do something about it. a short oneshot as i'm still doing research for my 2k special

hearing a thud in the dead of night was now a common occurrence since nanami moved in with you. his eyes fluttered open and he immediately hovered over the edge of the bed to make sure you were okay.

you had fallen out of bed again. you groaned in pain as soon as you made contact with the floor, rubbing your face and your knee as nanami made his way out of bed. he stood behind you ready to carry you back onto the bed.

"you okay, honey?", his voice was groggy, laced with sleep and concern. you sighed and let him throw you back on the bed.

"i'm fine, but you need to stop hogging the bed. why do you think i keep falling over?". his face deadpanned, hands on his hips.

"i do not hog the bed. you keep moving towards the edge"

"sure, ken. none of this used to happen before i started sharing a bed with you". unbelievable. nanami let out a chuckle and climbed into your arms, resting his head on your chest as your hand quickly moved to scratch his scalp.

"i'm still not the one who pushed you over. i will stand on that"

"okay, big boy..."

from this point one, nanami made it his goal to always anchor you so you wouldn't fall off. he would fall asleep, head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat, hand around your waist and a heavy leg over yours. and still, for some weird reason he always heard the same thud every night. some nights you would immediately wake up, a quiet groan escaping your lips. other times you would remain unresponsive, stuck in a deep sleep.

nanami hated this. he knew he had to do something. you would seriously hurt yourself sooner or later and just the thought tore him. but he soon came up with a solution. one that wouldn't stop you from falling off, but would assure that you wouldn't get hurt.

nanami's eyes fluttered open at 3 am like clock work. he turned over to your side but you weren't there as per usual. he got out of bed and walked over to where you were sprawled over some plush pillows he had set up the day before.

nanami chuckled to himself and carried you back on the bed. you were still fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down slowly and all he could do was admire you.

"still restless even in your sleep. how cute".

nanami pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and made himself comfortable on your chest. those pillows proved to be a great investment

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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the concept of foreplay doesn’t really exist to nagi seishiro (18+)

so when he’s needy, he’ll just press up behind you and nuzzle his face against your neck, inhaling your scent as if there were an antidote for his overwhelming pain in the empty space between your chin and shoulderblades.

“mmh, miss you…” he says, caging you in against the kitchen counter as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other pressing up against the glossy edges as he grips, knuckles almost turning as white as his hair, the ache in his pants simply overtaking him.

nagi huffs before he starts humping against you through your clothes, layers of fabrics separating you.

“baby…” you whimper, his thirst spreading to your body, infecting you despite the lack of skin-to-skin contact, “sei, i— oh, fuck..!”

your voice gets lost, thoughts dissolving as nagi presses down particularly hard. you can feel him throbbing through his clothes, his sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to contain the warmth in between his legs.

you melt, wrapping a hand around his scalp as he nuzzles further into your neck. your throat dries as you throw your head back, drunk on his touch.

fuck football for taking up 80% of his time... but right now, fuck nagi.

“need you so bad, mommy,” he whines, closing his eyes as if worshipping you. long nails rake through his hair as you pull him closer, and nagi’s breath hitches the second you push back into him.

“need you too, baby. i missed you so much,” you say, tilting your head towards him as nagi mimics your movements.

soon, the two of you are caught in a heated frenzy as your tongues clash against each other, wet and sloppy like how nagi likes it.

his hands travel down to your hips, caressing your soft skin gently before turning you around to face him. then, he lifts your shirt up to free your chest.

he visibly gulps, practically drooling at the sight. despite the height difference, nagi looks at you like a lost puppy, brows furrowed and his bedroom eyes full on begging, because he simply knows better than to simply touch you.

“please? can i touch you, mommy? please, i’ve been so good…”

frat!sukuna crashing out over gojo trying to steal his baby mama!

frat!sukuna wouldn't say he baby trapped you.

because apparently, the whole trap part didn't fucking work in the first place.

if it did, you wouldn't be letting rival frat president!gojo buy you groceries and grin at you like he couldn't wait to get in your panties. freak just wanted to try your fucking breast milk.

the white-haired idiot had no interest in changing diapers or pushing around strollers or burping a four-month old only to end up with a trail of spit down his shirt.

but noooooo, it seemed like you still thought he would make a better boyfriend than the actual father of your child.

sure, okay, it wasn't like the two of you had ever officially dated. but fucking in the bathroom at frat parties was and going out for breakfast together the morning after was kinda close? besides, you were supposed to come to him all doe-eyed and distraught with a pregnancy test in hand to let him lock you down for good and become future father of the year. not just retreat and run away - right into the arms of a waiting buffoon with nothing better to do than beg for your attention.

he'd been trying to step up. but someone wouldn't stop getting in the goddamn way.

sukuna knew you used to tutor him. he just hadn't known how borderline obsessed gojo was with you.

intercepting his calls, pretending to be you over text, trying to tell him the wrong times for appointments and pick ups, everything possible in his power to put himself firmly between the two of you. you didn't even believe him when he tried to tell you either.

rolling your eyes and swearing that satoru would never.

you were naive. a little awkward. the shy sort that got all agitated at the slightest bit of attention. sukuna liked the way you flushed just from a few words, how you refused to meet his stare unless you were laid bare beneath him, biting your lip or burying your face into his collarbone when he groaned your name.

so how the hell had a guy like satoru gojo sunk his claws into you right under his nose?

"he just wants to fuck you," sukuna gritted his teeth, trying not to actually growl when you slid into the booth across from him - all while mr. moron who snuck in walked over to the barista with your baby strapped to his chest.

"i think you're projecting," you muttered under your breath, arching up an eyebrow and swirling a straw around the drink sukuna already ordered you. your favorite.

"i never said i didn't," he sharply retorted, holding his chin up high like it wasn't eating him fucking alive seeing you act like a married couple with gojo when that was supposed to be him.

"come on, it's not like you're actually interested anymore," you murmured, shaking your head as you sighed at him.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he frowned, brows furrowed tight.

"you're surrounded by sorority girls most weekends," you shrugged, as if he wasn't trying to spend every night you'd let him at your place taking night shifts with his son. "and i just had a baby."

"did he fucking say something to you?" he snapped, squinting accusingly at gojo before swiveling his head back to you.

you were all flustered, your cute face scrunching as you scoffed and motioned for him to lower his voice, "it's common sense. we're not together. of course you're sleeping with other girls. it's fine, i-"

"no, no, i'm-" he protested, but you weren't finished, awkwardly mumbling that it wasn't like the two of you were ever something serious anyway.

"satoru asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday," you added, shoulders sheepishly bobbing up. "so, you know, if you decide to date around too, it's not gonna be weird or anything."

"did you say yes?" he gawked, grinding his molars as he debated on banging his own head against the wall of the cafe.

"well, not yet," you mumbled, tilting your head to the side. "but i'm-"

"you two talkin' about me?" your not-boyfriend chuckled, grinning as he returned with a bag filled with muffins and croissants and whatever else filled with sugar he could find on the menu.

you opened your mouth to speak, but then you abruptly glanced down at your chest, mouth pressing together as you sighed and slipped out of the booth, holding your arm's out to take your baby back. his baby back. "i think i'm about to start leaking. i'm gonna go feed her out in the car."

sukuna almost said that no one would give a shit if you fed him in here. but he knew you better. knew you'd never be comfortable with that - so he bit his tongue, not exactly pleased at the prospect of spending the next twenty minutes sitting here with gojo waiting for you to come back.

"her tits look fuckin' great, don't they?" satoru chirped the second you slipped out the door, loudly opening the bag and popping the first thing he pulled out into his mouth.

"shut the fuck up," sukuna snapped at him, scowling as he resisted the urge to strangle him.

the asshole was just trying to ragebait him.

and it was unfortunately working a little too well.

"can i ask you something?" gojo grinned, crumbs falling to the table as he spoke with a full mouth.

"no," sukuna automatically replied.

"what would you do if i gave your son a sibling?"

• ᧔ 伏黒 甚爾 ❤︎ dumbification with toji ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: p in v :: nerd!reader? :: degrading :: hair pulling :: swearing :: dom!toji :: spanking :: nicknames .

WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.

You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”

He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.

Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.

Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.

But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.

“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.

You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”

“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.

He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”

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toji’s back on the ice! 805 words!

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the fans couldn’t believe it. when they all got online, they didn’t expect the great news. toji, one of the best hockey players in the world, was coming back from hiatus.

they didn’t actually expect him to be gone as long as he was. they suspected maybe a week or two, maybe three max. nope, toji was gone for three months.

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