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Cw: public fingering, bully romance, spit play, dacryphilia, degrading, jealous/possessive behavior, choking, gagging, face slapping, female org*sm, choso involved, gojo interrupting, maybe dub-con

Bully!Sukuna who lets his emotions get the better of him the moment he sees another guy approach you in the hallway.

You are sorting through some papers in your locker when you hear a voice behind you.

“Hey, y/n, are you busy right now?”

The deep voice startles you. Turning around, you see Choso with a faint blush creeping across his cheeks, his dark, luscious locks covering most of his forehead.

“Hi, Choso. Did ya need anything?” you ask politely.

It isn’t the first time he’s approached you at school to ask about homework, borrow notes, or talk about the professors in the classes you both share. You’ve always found him reliable, smart, and well-organized.

“Just wonderin if you happen to have that chemistry notebook with you. I’d like to borrow it over the weekend,” he says, resting one arm against the locker above your head.

You don’t think anything of it because, unlike Sukuna, Choso rarely teases you. He’s never embarrassed you or tried to prank you in any way.

You give him a shy smile before turning back to your locker, bending down slightly to the lower shelf as you search for your chemistry notebook.

A couple feet away, Sukuna leans against the classroom door, half-listening to whatever Gojo is rambling about.

“Dude, you should’ve seen her in that dress last night. She was sexy as fuck,” Gojo says.

Normally, Sukuna would’ve had something to say. But he’s clearly uninterested in this stupid conversation now that he spotted you, and why are you talking to some other guy?

And did Choso seriously just smirk while watching you bend over at your locker?

Why are you smiling at him?

Did you just tiptoe to whisper something in his ear?

“Here, Choso. I hope this helps.”

You hand him your chemistry notebook along with a few extra practice sheets. Your fingers brush against his for only a brief second.

That wholesome moment lasts only a few seconds before Sukuna appears right in front of the two of you.

“Last time I checked, you were too shy to talk to anybody,” Sukuna says, his dark crimson eyes fixed on yours. You can clearly tell he’s upset.

You blink in confusion.

What is Sukuna doing here?

Has he been watching you?

“…What?”

His gaze drops to the neatly organized stack of notes in Choso’s hands before returning to you.

“You handing out free tutoring now?”

Choso lets out a quiet sigh.

“I just asked to borrow her chemistry notebook.”

“And she said yes.”

“So?” Sukuna folds his arms across his chest. “Didn’t know you had enough spare time to help everyone.”

Your smile fades.

Things take a turn for the worse.

“I-I was just helping him.”

“Yeah?”

Sukuna takes a slow step closer, just enough for you to instinctively straighten your posture.

“Funny.”

His eyes flicker toward Choso, who seems to realize he’d be better off leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Choso says quietly before walking away.

Your whole body stiffens before lowering your gaze to the floor, waiting for this tormenting moment to finally be over.

“If you wanted attention from boys so badly,” Sukuna says, “you could’ve just asked.”

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty classroom.

Sukuna pushes you against the clean whiteboard, and starts pressing his lips onto your soft, pink ones.

You immediately try to push him away, panic settling in as your mind races with the possibility of someone walking into the classroom.

A professor.

Another student.

Anyone.

Sensing your restlessness, he holds both your wrists in a bruising grip, and places them right above your head. Sukuna bites down harshly onto your bottom lip until it bleeds, punishing you for speaking to Choso.

He licks your blood clean, relishing the metal taste in both your mouths. When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. You stare at him through half-lidded eyes, hoping he will just let you go after bruising your lips.

Instead, he lifts up your pleated skirt, and pulls down your white lacy undies, letting them pool around your ankles, just above your knee-high socks.

“No-not here, please, Sukuna,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes begin to well with tears. The last thing you want is to be caught in such a humiliating situation.

He doesn't answer.

Sukuna lets go of your now reddened wrists to place his hand onto your hips, keeping you pinned against the whiteboard, he nudges your knees apart to spread open your thighs.

Your pussy is now on full display for him, you watch as he licks his lips hungrily before delivering a light smack on your mound.

He pushes three of his thick, calloused fingers into your mouth, deep enough to coat them with your spit, making you gag and choke.

Seeing drools leaking from the corner of your lips, and tears threatening to spill out, he continues to gag you with his fingers, pushing down onto your tongue.

Your hands come up to pry him away from you, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation as you feel something building in your core.

He removes his fingers from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’, moving down to rub your bare cunt in slow, circular motions, spreading your lips open.

Sukuna lowers his head, trailing downward from your earlobe, all the way down the side of your neck, leaving hickies on you so that everyone knows you’re a slut.

He starts massaging your sensitive clit in sideways motion, and you feel yourself getting wet from his touch, a moan accidentally slips past your lips and Sukuna catches them.

This only excites him further as he sticks two fingers up into your tight cunt, earning a sharp yelp from you.

“Stupid fuckin slut, ya enjoy being fingered in public?” He asks while being knuckle-deep inside your wet pussy, curling the tip of his fingers as you whimper helplessly beneath him.

“s-stop please sukuna, hnnngh-ahhh,” You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel your cunt clenching around his thick digits.

You have never been fingered by anyone before, especially not in public.

“Answer my fuckin’ question.” Sukuna’s other hand comes up and slaps you right across your face before gripping your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye while he finger fucks you faster.

“n-no, never, i-i’m gonna-” you shut your eyes, hating what’s coming next.

“Go on, cum on my fingers, right here like the dirty slut that y’ are.” Sukuna doubles his speed in fingering your tight hole, and hooks onto your g-spot over and over until your entire body convulses and your orgasm rips through you.

“Dude, we should go to this restau-“ Gojo barges in, holding his phone before his eyes land on both of you.

Sukuna looks over at him after pulling out his cum-coated fingers, he licks them clean, tasting your sweet and salty juices.

His wild smirk tells Gojo everything he needs to know about what he was doing to you before Gojo interrupts this private moment.

“My bad. I came at the wrong time it seems,” Gojo lets out a low laugh seeing you hide your face in embarrassment behind your hands.

“Nah, let’s go. We can skip dessert though.”

Without even turning back to look at you, or attempting to properly readjust your skirt, Sukuna leaves you alone and goes off with Gojo.

A/N: do you think she deserves it for talking to Choso?

ICYMI:

Bully!Sukuna picking you up from school

Bully!Sukuna who can’t stop being mean to you

Bully!Sukuna who got paired with you for an assignment

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Update: Posted

Cw: toxic/possessive sukuna, bully romance, psychological manipulation, obsessive behavior, red flag 🚩

Sukuna was absent today. Were you surprised? Nope. Given all the hell he’d put you through, and having to deal with his hot and cold temper tantrums, you started to expect less from him. You sighed as you wrapped the straps of your book bag onto your shoulders, walking out of the classroom.

Well, the only good thing about today was the fact that it’s Friday, so you finally have a reason not to face him, or deal with him for a few days.

You felt happy for a moment, smiling stupidly at nothing while you walked out of the school gates, just as you were about to approach the sidewalk that led back to your house, a ten-minute walk, your happiness was then cut short.

A black BMW sedan drove past you, stopping beside you as the driver’s window rolled down.

“Hey. Get in the car, now. Hurry.” Sukuna shouted with one hand on the steering wheel, eyes ahead on the road.

You quickly glanced around your surroundings. There were cars behind him, and with impatient drivers already lining up behind him, you reached for the passenger door and climbed inside.

“Belt. Now.”

His voice was flat, leaving no room for argument.

You shut the door behind you immediately, trying not to anger him, because like you know, he has extreme mood swings.

The moment the door shut, the outside noise faded into silence. The interior smelled faintly of leather, mint, and a cologne you couldn’t quite place.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, your hands folded neatly in your lap as the engine idled.

“S-sukuna…I didn’t know you had a car,” you initiated the conversation nervously, hands shaking as you struggled with the seatbelt.

He noticed your struggle and reached across your smaller torso, securing the seatbelt in one swift motion. His fingers brushed against your chest in your school uniform. He lingered for half a second, his hand still resting against the buckle before he finally leaned back into his own seat.

“Mhmm.” He hummed, acknowledging you.

You were unsure what to reply to that. To ask him another question? Or to wait for him to say something?

As you admired his beautiful jawline and face tattoos, you snapped out of your thoughts.

“You didn’t reply to my texts last night. Two of them.”

He spoke absentmindedly, eyes still focused on the road leading to god knows where.

You looked over and saw a glimpse of him gripping the steering wheel ever so tightly, his usually pink knuckles now turning white as he gritted his teeth.

“So you can ignore my texts but I can’t do the same?”

Is what you wished you had the guts to say to him. But you know not to challenge him, especially when he’s in control of the vehicle.

So instead, you said “Sorry. I fell asleep, I had a headache.”

A headache.

As if he cared about your physical well-being.

Sukuna quickly turned his head to look at you, his expression softened. Your eyes met his, still you were just unable to understand him.

One of his hands left the wheel and grabbed a bottle of water from the cup holder. He quickly twisted the cap open and handed it to you.

“Here. Drink this if you’re thirsty.”

You thanked him softly before accepting it, letting yourself take a few sips. You placed it back into the cup holder.

“Whe-where are you taking me, Sukuna?” You carefully said, genuinely curious.

“Depends. Your place or mine?” He asked thoughtfully, awaiting your response.

You blinked at him.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m talking about where we’re doing the project.”

Does this mean he knows where you live? Fuck…he’s not a simple guy, is he?

A/N: where do you think she should go? His place or hers? anyways please like and reblog if you enjoy ᕑᗢᓫ

ICYMI:

Bully!Sukuna teaching you a lesson in public

Bully!Sukuna who got paired with you for an assignment

Bully!Sukuna who can’t stop being mean to you

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Also debating if I should make him meaner ;)

UPDATE: POSTED

Bully!Sukuna picking you up from school

ICYMI:

Bully!Sukuna who can’t stop being mean to you

Bully!Sukuna who got paired with you for an assignment

Cw: sukuna being a dick, degrading, mock sympathy, gojo mentioned

Read Part 1 here || Part 3 latest

“H-Hey, I texted you yesterday… in case you missed my message,” you said shakily as you walked over to Sukuna’s desk, noticing he was flipping through his biology textbook while finishing up a few notes.

“Yeah, I figured it was you,” he replied coldly, not even bothering to look up at you.

It was obvious he had no interest in working on the project the two of you had been assigned. As the deadline crept closer, you couldn’t help but grow anxious while Sukuna didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned.

“We should really discuss a timeline and divide the work before the deadline, don’t you think?” you asked, taking another hesitant step closer in hopes that he’d finally give you a proper response.

To your surprise, he set his pen down, slammed his textbook shut with a loud thud, and shot you an irritated glare.

“Listen, you little brat. I’m not interested in doing anything school-related with you. Why can’t you take the hint?” he scoffed, clicking his tongue as his crimson eyes bored into yours.

Before you could even think of a response, someone burst into laughter beside him. You turned around and saw a pair of bright blue eyes peeking through a messy fringe. Of course it was Gojo.

“Dude, you’re seriously a douche,” Gojo snickered, lightly punching Sukuna’s shoulder before looking at you, a mockingly sympathetic smile. You knew he was enjoying every second of your humiliation.

“Not my fault this bitch won’t stop bothering me about some stupid project,” Sukuna muttered without a hint of guilt, completely dismissing both your feelings and how important the assignment was to you.

“Go bother someone else, y/n, unlike you, my schedule’s already full,” he added, making your chest tighten even more.

You could feel tears burning at the corners of your eyes. You weren’t sure whether they were from anger or embarrassment, but before anyone could notice, you turned around and quietly walked back to your desk.

You stayed silent for the rest of the lesson.

The moment the final bell rang, you stuffed your books into your bag and hurried out of the classroom. By the time you got home, all you wanted was to hide. The word “bitch” echoed in your head the entire walk home.

You tossed your bag onto the floor, collapsed onto your bed, and let the tears fall.

Not only had he refused to help with the assignment, he’d made it painfully clear that he had no intention of contributing at all.

And on top of that…

He’d called you a bitch.

After unintentionally falling asleep for nearly four hours, you woke up around 7:30 p.m.

Still groggy, you flipped over your side and reached for your phone.

One new message.

From Sukuna.

Sukuna:

Hey. About earlier… sorry. I had some stuff going on at home.

A second message appeared.

Sukuna:

If you still want to talk about the project, I’m free tomorrow night. Meet me tomorrow after school.

You stared at the screen for a long moment.

What the hell…

Is he actually apologizing?

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A/N: i plan to make this a series, so please like, follow and reblog ᵔ⤙ᵔ

Part 1 of Bully!Sukuna

Thank you for the love 🥰

Cw: pet names, degrading, teasing, gojo mentioned

Part 2 here

“Everyone please split into your assigned groups of three, except for Sukuna and Y/N, the both of you will be doing this assignment in pairs.” Your biology professor instructed in front of the classroom.

You immediately glanced over to where Sukuna was sitting, a couple rows behind you, laughing and giggling with his peers, Gojo and Choso. He noticed you staring at him and shot you an amused glare.

Out of all the people your professor could’ve paired you with, he just had to choose Ryomen Sukuna, not only was he weak in his studies, didn’t pay attention in class, but he was also so fucking hot, and attractive—which wasn’t the point, because he enjoyed teasing you and picking on you every chance he got.

The school bell rang twice, signalling that classes were over for the day. After packing up your books and stationery into your little book bag, you mustered up courage to walk up to him. You cleared your throat, mentally preparing your words in your head and before you could say anything to him, Gojo stood up.

“Poor little baby, I bet you’d never wanna partner up with him huh,” he chuckled while looking down at you, swinging his bag pack onto his left shoulder. Meanwhile, Sukuna leaned back on his chair, spreading his legs open, eyeing you up and down, waiting for you to say something.

“i-i don’t mind…” you stuttered, trying to find the right words in this situation. “About t-the project, c-can i please get your number, Sukuna?” You lifted your head to look at him.

“Ahhh, you want my number, huh, little girl?” He responded teasingly, a smug grin appeared across his tattooed face. Gojo smirked to himself, clearly enjoying every second of the awkward exchange and your reddened expression. Sukuna looked over at Gojo before the two of them burst into quiet laughter.

At this point you felt embarrassed, he was clearly mocking you, making you feel uncomfortable, but you couldn’t ignore this project because it was worth half your grade, your parents will kill you if you fail this subject.

“Yes please, Sukuna, can I have it please, it would be easier to reach out to you this way,” you begged him, hoping he would end this torturous conversation, your fists balled at the sides of your skirt, nails digging into your skin when he didn't respond immediately.

“Come closer, little girl,” he gestured with his fingers, signalling you to stand near him, and you did. Your breath caught when he reached out and grabbed one of your wrists, yanking you towards him. You felt his strong and firm grip around your wrist and shut your eyes, afraid of his next actions. He pulled out a black pen from his pocket, biting the cap off with his teeth.

“Open.” he commanded. Your eyes shot open when you realised he was tapping on your hand that was in a tight fist. You opened your hand, palm facing him. You watched as he carefully held the back of your tiny hand in his large, calloused one while gently writing his phone number across your palm.

“There you go. Call me whenever you want, or don’t.” He said before stuffing the pen back into his pocket. You gave him a shy, small smile before thanking him, immediately turned around and hurried out of the classroom. This was your first interaction with him, although it was short, it felt like hours for you. You felt your whole face burn especially when he touched you unsuspectingly.

“Fuck, her hands were so soft, wouldn’t mind ‘em all over me,” he said to Gojo in a mocking tone and they both laughed and exited after you.

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cw: fwb, suggestive language

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