#jjk scenarios

you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.

the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.

that’s when you saw him.

tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.

you stumbled over with a bright smile.

“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”

sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

“yeah?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.

“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”

sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.

you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.

“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”

his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

“you’re drunk,” he murmured.

“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”

sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.

he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.

“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”

he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.

“stay?” you asked softly.

sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.

“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”

— Toji is a freak: confirmed!

“Ma,” he calls out from the living room, empty beer bottle in his hand as he manspreads across the couch. As you step into the room, he looks up at you. “Injured my ankle real bad today, doll. Think I need medical attention.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously but you remain casual. “The Doctors is open tomorrow if you want to book an appointment. How did-“

“Nah, no need. I think they do home visits now.”

You blink. What the hell was he talking about? “What? Are you going crazy?”

He merely shrugs. “There’s a package in the kitchen for ya, by the way.”

You hesitantly leave the room and head towards the box on the kitchen counter. When you pull out its contents, you release the loudest exasperated sigh ever. A slutty nurse costume. Did your own boyfriend think you were some cheap whore who would dress up as a nurse to please him?

Unfortunately, he got his way. With your face pressed into the cushions of the couch, you writhe and moan into the material, the loud thap thap of Toji’s hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

One hand presses against your lower back and forces you into a deep arch. “Fuckk,” he groans lowly. “Such an obedient little nurse, hm? Letting me fill this tight pussy up.” You moan pornographically as his thrusts become firmer, harder. Your fake uniform is partially ripped, crinkled underneath your boyfriend’s careless grip.

You don’t register his wandering hand until it pressed against your back entrance. You lift your head from the cushion in protest, babbling out a response that was barely intelligible from how fucked out you were. “Toji- ngh- don’t you d-“

His pushes his thumb into your ass. You clench around his cock, annoyingly so, as he easily feels it and knows just how much you secretly enjoy it. “What were you saying, ma?” He asks coyly, a smirk etched onto his scarred lips.

You can only whine weakly in response.

「✦ i think frat!kuna would be the type of boyfriend who would ALWAYS say "give me a kiss" or "give me a hug" everytime time out of nowhere, like:

he’s sprawled on his bed as you get ready for class, just watching you while you apply lip gloss at the flip-top vanity desk in his room (that he absolutely bought for you even if he denies it) and then—“babe, c’mere. give me a kiss.", you roll your eyes because you just applied your gloss and blah blah, but you still go to him anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he sighs, tangling a hand in your hair as he deepens the kiss. you never make it to class.

or—

you’re meeting halfway across campus to grab lunch, and as you wave at him, he just opens his arms slightly, the words already on his tongue—“give me a hug.”, you smile and throw yourself into him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. he presses a kiss to your temple before slinging an arm around your shoulders, asking about your day in that deep, gravelly voice of his. ✦」

more of this here.

the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.

after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.

“such a pretty slut for me.”

his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.

still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.

he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.

“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”

his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.

the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.

when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.

“want your cum !”

he hears you whine out and can only bite his lip at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.

his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.

“what a good girl.”

he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.

the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.

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

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

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You’d been careful. You and Megumi weren’t exactly the most obvious couple to begin with. He didn’t like PDA, and you didn’t want the endless teasing that would follow if anyone at Jujustu High. Still, secrets have a way of slipping.

And apparently, the way Gojo found out was seeing you hold hands.

“Hold on,” Gojo said in the middle of the street, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. His voice shot up an octave, and Megumi instantly tensed like he’d been caught committing a felony. “Are you two—? Is my little girl—?” He pointed between you and Megumi like he was connecting dots in a crime scene.

You froze, guilty smile tugging at your lips. “.....surprise?”

Gojo’s jaw dropped. Then he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “My daughter? With my son?!” He started pacing like a man who had just received life-altering news. “I fed you, clothed you, gave you the best training, bought you your favorite snacks! This is how you repay me? With betrayal?”

You groaned. “Gojo, you’re not my dad.”

“I might as well be!” he shot back instantly, already towering over Megumi. “And you—” he jabbed a finger at him “—you’re supposed to be my responsible one. I trusted you. And you go around stealing my daughter’s heart? Hm? HMMM?”

Megumi muttered through clenched teeth, “You’re being ridiculous.”

Gojo bent over a bit so he was eye level with him and whispered, “Do you kiss her with that attitude?”

“Gojo!” you hissed, face burning.

Megumi was visibly dying inside, and you almost felt bad for him...almost. He refused to meet Gojo’s eyes, grumbling, “She’s the one who asked me out.”

Gojo whipped his head toward you so fast his sunglasses nearly flew off. “WHAT?! My little girl made the first move?!” He looked at you like you’d committed a federal crime. “Absolutely not. Nope. I’m not letting my sweet princess get corrupted by my moody, broody son.”

You smirked despite yourself. “Too late. Already happened.”

Megumi covered up his smile with a cough.

Gojo looked seconds away from fainting. “Don’t say things like that in front of me! I’m fragile!” He threw his arms around you in an exaggerated hug, resting his chin on your head. “You’ll always be my little girl, okay? If he breaks your heart, just remember who’s got the better curse technique.”

Megumi finally snapped. “I’m right here!”

Gojo just smirked, holding you tighter. “Good. I want you to hear the threats directly.”

from this request ♡

©fushigurokogane - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

❥ Sukuna gets bigger , everything gets bigger. .ᐟ nsfw . mdni

You don’t know how it's possible, but Sukuna has gotten bigger.

You never noticed how much thicker he had gotten, fat and muscle broadening his shoulders and most of all, fattening up his heavy cocks.

Thick hands grab at your waist, another on your neck as another one is braced above your head. There's a cruel drag of his dick against your walls, the feeling of every bump having your mind go into a blank haze, completely overlooking the way his dick leaves a little bulge in your poor, fluttering tummy. 

But Sukuna is a very perceptive man.

Theres a brutish smile on his face as his pace slows into a shallow drag against your insides. “Look at that, you can barely take me, slut.” A hand traces his imprint on your stomach, pushing against it to watch you babble and kick your legs. 

“Kuna– please, nnnhm!” Your voice is muffled against the pillow and your words are simply met with a click of his tongue.

A thick hand grabs at the front of your throat, yanking you backwards as a controlled voice snaps you back to reality. “Look at me.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

ʚ prompt— noticing the jjk characters stubble (or bush) and asking them not to shave

ʚ incl— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont— suggestive, crack