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you met sukuna at the first year of university.
first day, first lecture, actually. he stepped in late, and the only empty seat left was beside you. you both stared at the professor in pure, utterly confused silence, question marks probably floating on top of your heads as you tried to gather anything. after five minutes, you simply turned and asked him to let you pass so you could leave.
he grabbed his stuff, joining you. he asked if you wanted to grab coffee, and that’s how it all started.
three years later, you were the untouchable sukuna ryomen’s girlfriend. your relationship was private, no one knew any details (it wasn’t like anyone would dare to ask sukuna, especially with the way his resting face was a terrifying glare to everyone else) and you two preferred it that way.
no one knew the details. no one knew how sukuna was deeply and utterly smitten— the scowling, terrifying, muscular 6’4 man turning immediately into lovesick puppy for you. clingy, needy, obsessed, your guard dog of a boyfriend never ever let you doubt his love. he always made it clear, whether it was his arm’s wrapped around you every chance he got, or him spamming your phone whenever you weren’t around, using any excuse to talk to you, or the way he dropped everything for you, making it clear you were his first priority, or the way he listened intensely to every word that left your mouth and noticed everything about you— which showed when he referenced your words from months ago, or bought you gifts you didn’t even mention, or could tell you weren’t okay from a single glance.
it really was not a lie that sukuna ryomen loved you. he knew it. you knew it. his frat knew it. everyone that really knew sukuna knew he loved you.
which was why the break up broke you.
that night didn’t even seem real. he had ignored you for a total of three days, replying to your texts dryly, which was already odd. then, he showed to to your place in the middle of the night, jaw clenched, eye bags dark, like he hasn’t slept in days. he didn’t elaborate, didn’t explain— simply told you he was tired, that he couldn’t do this anymore, and walked away.
like he didn’t just ruin you. like you two weren’t discussing your shared future a few days ago. like you two hadn’t already agreed what stupid fucking roses you wanted at your wedding. like he hasn’t kissed you so softly just a few days ago, murmuring soft pleads for you to never leave him.
to make it worse, he didn’t disappear after. he attended your shared lectures as usual— sitting behind you, always behind you, like he needed to keep you in his vision. he left your notifications on, which you knew because he remained the first to view every story until you blocked him. he kept going to your favorite cafe beside campus (he didn’t even like their coffee) at the exact same time you always did, his sad eyes set on you, buying a single water bottle each time, until you stopped going. you even had to stop going to the library late at night, because he would always be there, blank notebooks open as he pathetically pretended to focus when his eyes wouldn’t leave you alone. even late at night, when you would scroll through your chats, you would see his bubble. tying. erasing. there.
it was worse, because it was obvious that he still loved you.
it made you want to scream, really. it would have been better if he just… pretended you didn’t exist. ignored you. blocked you first. flirted with girls in your vision. did anything to make you feel like he didn’t care anymore. like he didn’t give a fuck, so you could move on. so you wouldn’t get the stupid urge to show up to his place and ask him what the fuck his issue was. so you could hate him.
but again, unfortunately for you, sukuna was never good at hiding his love for you.
it was going to be okay, though. because sukuna already broke it up, and moving on was clearly the only good solution. it wasn’t like he will ever come back, anywa—
bzzz.
dilf420: bro. ur fucking bf is sulking and ruining my party. can you come pick his drunk ass up. ill pay u.
you blinked once at the notification, then twice, then immediately opened it. you really should have blocked the whole frat.
you: broke up. no longer my bf. also, ur broke.
toji replied immediately.
dilf420: idc that u two broke up he’s drunk and blabbering about missing his fucking wife come pick his ass up
you stared at the dm blankly, eyes staring at the words like it would disappear if you blinked.
his fucking wife.
your throat felt dry. heart physically hurting, like someone’s fingers were digging into the muscle and squeezing it the way sukuna used to squeeze your fingers before kissing each knuckle. it hurt, so much, your vision slowly blurring the longer you stared at the three words.
on the other side of the phone, sukuna was pressed against toji, shoving his face into the cracked screen, face flushed from the alcohol, lips almost pouting, hair messy from running his hands through it so many times. “is she answerin’?” he muttered, voice slurred. “my pretty wife, is she comin’?”
toji sighed. “nah, man. she left me on read. you’re so fucked.”
sukuna groaned, stumbling slightly before he was leaning on the wall, eyes shut in pure devastation. “she hates me. what if she doesn’t wanna get back?”
“…you showed up at three in the morning and broke up with her without giving her a reason, bro. on gojo’s soul, she does not want to get back.”
it was silent for a few seconds before a quiet sniffle echoed in the room, and toji’s head snapped to the untouchable, scary figure sliding down the wall, face buried into his hands, shoulders trembling. toji’s eyes widened briefly, but sukuna grunted, the sound shaky. “not a fucking word.”
the next monday, you were still recovering from toji’s dm as you slid into your morning, 8:30 am lecture. you were half-asleep, buried in sweatpants and a hoodie, hood up in an attempt to hide from the world. your eyes were drooping sleepily, head slowly slipping from where your head rested on your palm, the tip of your pen slowly seeping ink into the paper.
someone slides beside you, and you freeze. you knew that cologne. you bought that cologne.
you didn’t move a muscle, shoulders tense, eyes suddenly focused as they stared ahead. you could feel his gaze, his thigh pressing against yours in the annoyingly small seats. you could feel the heat from his skin, even from the thick fabric of your sweatpants.
…what the fuck was he doing?
your jaw clenched, before you took a quiet deep breath, convincing yourself he must have not looked properly when picking a seat. it takes a few minutes, but you’re finally able to focus back on your professor again, ignoring the way you could feel his gaze shifting to you ever few seconds.
“…i’m sorry.”
you sucked in a sharp, annoyed breath, gaze still ahead, fingers tightening around the pen in your grasp, eyes unamused. he slowly placed a cup on your desk— your favorite coffee, from your favorite cafe. you froze, and you could see him wincing from your peripheral vision.
“…give me a chance explain, please?”
you carefully pushed yourself up, grabbing your bag and notebook, and silently stepped out of the hall. outside, toji was standing, a sigh on his lips as he caught up with you despite how you only spared him an annoyed glare.
“he loves you, you know that.” toji murmured. “give him a chance to explain.”
“no.” you muttered. “he’s a coward who left me without an explanation. now he wants to give me one?”
toji grimaced. “that wasn’t his brightest moments, but… come on, he’s your sukuna.”
“he made it clear he’s not.”
that night, you were dragged to one of their parties, curtesy of gojo begging you to show with tears and snot running down his face, using a lame excuse about how everyone in the frat misses you. you didn’t buy it, but you had to stop the embarrassingly loud bawling boy on your doorstep.
now, you sat in their kitchen, perched on the counter, an overly sweet drink between your fingers, and a staring ex-boyfriend on the other side.
sukuna was sulking.
eyes set on you, lips pursed, arms crossed— he ignored everyone who stared at him just so he could keep his eyes on you. geto and nanami sighed as they passed, geto offering him a bottle casually, and sukuna grabbed it, eyes still on you before he tilted his head back and drowned half the bottle down, only stopping when nanami pulled it back while snapping about expensive liquor.
the thing about sukuna? he was a lightweight, and an emotional drunk. that usually manifested in a shorter temper when he wasn’t with you, and him being unbelievably clingy with you, and now, a few hours after gulping random drinks down?
it manifested in him dragging himself to stand in front of you, lips wobbling and eyes tearful, looking like a kicked puppy instead of the frat bro everyone was terrified off. “baby…”
you hated how your own heart clenched, fingers digging into your palm to prevent yourself from cooing at him and tugging him into your hold safely. you only narrowed your eyes at him, and his eyes glossed even more. he opened his mouth, probably to beg, only to halt dangerously.
you, unfortunately, knew him too well. you let out a loud groan, quickly jumping off and dragging him to an empty bathroom upstairs, shutting the door just in time for him to drop to his knees and empty his stomach out into the toilet. he let out a choked sob between retches, and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a hand slowly rubbing his back. “dumbass.”
“i miss you so much,” he immediately whimpered, eyes shut painfully. “i miss you so, so, much. please, angel, forgive me, please— i want you back, i need you back, ‘m a stupid son of a bitch for every breaking it off, i need you in my life, please—“
he was interrupted with another gag, and you sighed, resuming to rub his back as he continued, your own vision blurry, heart shattering at the broken sob he let out once he was done.
“breathe.” you murmured softly. “come on, kuna, breathe for me. you can do that, yeah?”
“no,” he choked out. “i can’t— can’t even breathe without you, baby. please, please, forgive me for being a dumb idiot, i need my wife back, please—“
“if you breathe now, and we can talk tomorrow.”
it was almost humorous how he immediately straightened up, red, watery eyes wide, nose red and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. you sighed, reaching over to wipe his tears away, and he let out a pathetic whine, immediately leaning into your touch. you finally helped him up, forcing him to brush his teeth before you opened the door, quietly leading him into his room.
inside, he immediately flopped into bed, tired, sad eyes staring up at you. “you’ll… talk to me, right? please, baby?”
“tomorrow,” you murmured, throwing him a pair of shorts. “just sleep now, okay?”
he nodded frantically, eyes shutting quickly, obediently.
no one would believe this was the version of sukuna ryomen you knew— now when everyone else got the loud, short-tempered, rude, asshole version of him. you stared at him softly, watching his breathe even out, eyes fluttering shut, before you sighed softly, and stepped out of his room.
the next morning, you woke up to sukuna in front of your door, hair messy and eyes exhausted, yet holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite coffee, the other messily trying to adjust his shirt to look more presentable. the second you opened your door, eyes sleepy and hair messily, lips pulled into a frown, he froze.
red eyes widened softly before his body relaxed, eyes softening, and breathed out slowly. “…hi.”
you reluctantly opened the door wider, letting him in. he stepped in, 6’4 solid figure suddenly seeming small, gently setting the items down, hands that are used to throwing punches leaning down to carefully adjust a delicate petal before he straightened up, eyes falling back on you, so full of unsaid emotions that they were already glossing over.
after a few seconds, he swallowed harshly, throat bobbing before he took a step closer. “i missed you.”
you frowned, eyes narrowing. “why did you break up, sukuna?”
“please,” he choked out the second the name escaped your lips, eyes wide in pure devastation. “please, angel. ryo, kuna, baby, pretty boy— anything but that.”
your frown deepened. he let out a defeated, shaky breath, and stepped even closer. “i broke it because i was a fucking idiot. i… i never loved someone so much, angel, i never cared about someone so much. you made me the happiest person alive, and… i knew you deserved better.”
you froze. he sniffled, taking another step closer, eyes desperately and voice breaking. “angel, i… i’m a selfish, possessive asshole, and you deserve someone perfect. i was so scared that you’ll wake up one day and end it, so i… just did.”
your vision clouded with tears, and he dropped to his knees, eyes wet with unshed tears. “i was a stupid, fucking idiot. i should have stayed, talked to you, got the reassurance i know my angel would give me, but i didn’t want to be selfish… i thought i was doing what’s best for you…”
he let his head drop, face falling to press against your abdomen, a loud, pained whimper escaping him. “turns out i was a fucking idiot for ever considering letting you go. i… i have been miserable, angel, bawled my fucking eyes out an embarrassing amount of times. i miss you so much, baby, i can’t— i can’t live with you. i can’t sleep, eat, breathe,” he gasped, hands trembling as they slowly reached to hold into your waist, and let out a louder sob once his fingers touched your body, tears soaking your shirt. “i need you in my life, angel. please, i can’t live without you. my heart only exists to beat for you. i was a fucking moron to ever think about letting you go. you deserve so much better— and i promise, ‘ll be better. i’ll be a better boyfriend, a better partner, a better everything— just, give me a chance,”
you sniffled. the second you did, his head snapped up, eyes wide and tearful and horrified, and he immediately shot to his feet, ignoring his own soaked face as gentle fingers slowly cupped your cheek, wiping your tears away. “please don’t cry, i can’t handle you being upset, please—“
“you idiot.” you finally whispered. he froze, eyes wide and pained, and you only stepped closer, letting your head drop into his chest. his arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you until no space existed between you both. “are you stupid?”
“i am. i’m sorry, baby,” he whispered back. “i’m so sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m—“
“shut up.” you croaked out. “you’re an idiot. i love you as you are, you asshole.”
“i know, baby. i’m sorry.” he buried his face into your neck, his tears damping your shirt once more. “i’m never leaving you again, angel. not even physically— i’ll be so clingy you’ll get sick of me. i can’t live without you, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”
you let him hold you, eyes shut tiredly. “…idiot.”
he let out a sharp laugh, holding you even tighter, pressing wet kisses all over your face until a smile broke on your pretty lips, and you could physically feel him finally breathing normally, still pressing kisses to your face, gentle and needy and desperate. “i know, angel. only an idiot would ever walk away from you. never, ever again. i love you. never, ever again. i’ll marry you, my love. never leaving you again.”
a/n i hate tumblr i had to write this three times </3 anyways hi ^^ still obsessed w these headers…
bully!sukuna would totally introduce you to anal.
cw: anal, slight pain but sukuna not an asshole
“shh, relax. it’ll feel good, i promise.” he says, slowly pushing his thick fingers into your hole. you whine at the unfamiliar feeling, huffing softly.
“i can’t believe that idiot hasn’t done this with you yet.”
it’s true that gojo had asked, you just had never said yes to him. but while gojo was energetic and messy, sukuna radiated a calm sense of control that made you feel like he wouldn’t split you open. was it wrong to want that?
“alright, stay still.” sukuna says as he positions his lubed cock to your ass. his dick is far more veinier than gojo’s, and unfortunately a little bigger as well. you almost start feeling guilty until sukuna starts pushing into you.
“shit. you a real virgin here, huh?”
you whine into the pillow as he ever so slowly pushes further. suddenly, the feeling overwhelms you and you try to squirm away, only for a firm hand to push your back down, keeping you in place.
“i said be still. use your words, woman.”
“i-it, it hurts.”
“tch, of course it does.” despite his words, he pulls out to where you are comfortable again. “better?”
“y-yeah.”
“good. such a good slut for me.”
“d-don’t call me that-“
“oh? don’t call you that?” sukuna mocks, leaning down to plant his giant hands on either side of you before whispering in your ear. “here you are, on my bed, with my cock in your ass, all while gojo thinks you’re sleeping over at a friends. that’s complete whore behavior. you can play your sweet little act all you want, it’s not gonna work on me. now spread your cheeks and take it like a good girl.”
you whimper but listen, allowing sukuna to slowly rock his hips.
“there you go. just needed daddy to tell you what to do.”
coupled up!
previously on... | currently airing: episode thirteen | episode guide
you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!
pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader
content: MDNI, fluff and angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, inspired mostly by love island and other reality dating shows, emotional hurt, past cheating trauma, other background relationships, lots of men yearning, mutual pining, gojo is desperate and obsessed, geto is trying to get the girl so hard, kissing
creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
"Good morning."
For a moment, you thought you were in a different bed. Back in an apartment you never let yourself miss and a man you made yourself hate.
But the warm breath on the nape of your neck and the heavy arm slung around your waist didn't belong to your ex boyfriend. And this intimate moment was probably going to be broadcast for all your friends back home to see instead of tucked away somewhere secret into your heart.
You hadn't taken Suguru for a snuggler.
But he certainly seemed to not have any complaints about your current sleeping arrangements as his broad chest pressed firmly against your back. His groggy morning voice still thick with sleep, soft in your ears as you tried to wake yourself from a fuzzy dream you were already forgetting.
You slept better than you thought you would. Using him as an oversized weighted blanket for half the night, drifting off before you had the time to be self-conscious.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” a second voice snapped you out of your dreamy daze, dragging you right back to reality as you forced yourself to open your eyes.
Only for a blue set of them to be blinking down at you, disgruntled and dismayed as he attempted to discreetly swat Suguru’s arm off of you.
“Don’t worry,” you yawned, reaching up to cover your mouth with your palm as you slowly began to sit up, struggling to untangle yourself from Suguru. “I didn’t give him a handjob.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Satoru rushed out his reply, and despite swearing otherwise, you'd have to be deaf not to detect the obvious concern in his words.
“Uh-huh,” you dryly muttered, squinting around the room to see who was left. Yuki was sprawled out in his bed, still snoring with her blonde hair splayed out across the pillow. Shoko and Utahime were gone, Nanami too, but everyone else still seemed to be dozing.
“Sneak away with me,” Satoru cheekily grinned, confidence apparently restored after what the two of you had done last night.
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one more night || ryomen sukuna
Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader — one shot series
She was twenty, serving whiskey at a company dinner. He was forty-three, divorced, guarded, and far too old to be looking at her the way he did. One reckless night was supposed to be the end of it. Instead, it became the beginning of an unusual romance neither of them knew how to explain—and neither of them was willing to walk away from.
warning; age gap. smut.
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Ryomen Sukuna had not planned on falling in love again.
At forty-three, he had become comfortable with that truth.
Comfortable with the quiet house. Comfortable with the long hours spent at his drafting table, the low hum of his computer filling rooms that no one else disturbed. Comfortable with coffee gone cold beside architectural plans and evenings that ended precisely the way he expected them to.
He worked from home most days, designing hospitals, office towers, private residences, and expensive buildings that would belong to people he never intended to meet. He was good enough that clients tolerated his bluntness, wealthy enough that he no longer accepted projects he found boring, and established enough that no one questioned why he declined nearly every invitation that came his way.
Sukuna liked being alone.
Or at least he had convinced himself he did.
𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ ࣪ ׂ Human nature.
Sukuna has no limits when it comes to being a degenerate (sexually).
You'd think him suggesting a tongue bath after a particularly sweaty workout session was gross.
That's not even the tip of the iceberg.
You've seen him lick his lips at the sight of your bare feet, doesn't even matter that you walk around the house bare feet (the floor is thoroughly broomed ad mopped).
Says 'his immune system can handle a little bit of dirt.'
And it's only going to get worse.
You lay before him, utterly blissed out and exhausted, splayed out on the expensive mattress, waiting for sensation to come back to your toes so you could wash up.
Sukuna is still staring at you, cock soft and shiny between his thick thighs— satiated, unlike him.
"You're gonna pee?" He grunted, ass resting on his heels as he kneeled between your legs, hands perched on his knees.
"Why? You want it in your mouth?" You sassed, head lolling to one side as you looked up at him hairs splayed on the pillows, horror settling in as you watched him perk up, eyes gleaming as he imagined it in his head, "eww, no asshole, get off—"
You scrambled off the bed onto shaky legs, remnants of him leaking out, dripping down your thighs, sticky and stringy and copious in amount.
He shuffled behind you, sound of sheets rustling as his legs tangle up, low grunts of curses escaping his pretty lips.
"Oi! Let me—" His words a cut of by a loud thud, you turned around to see him half hanging off the bed, eyes level with your pussy, "Hi, how you doin'?"
"My eyes are up here, Ryomen." You sighed, crossing your arms, dull ache settling in your body from hours of wrestling.
"Was greeting her." He grins, doing a poor job to untangle his leg, kicking back the sheets helplessly before finally freeing himself, "She's all sticky and soft."
"Quit personifying my pussy, loser." You bend over, reaching for his discarded t-shirt, easily slipping it on as you stepped towards the bathroom, making sure to lock it.
You heard Sukuna moaning outside, a loud thud of him slumping against the bathroom door while you washed away the evidence of his love.
You stepped out of the bathroom, skin soft and warm from the shower, a towel wrapped around your body, it's peaceful and quiet.
You curiously peering into the bedroom, expecting to find a fast asleep Sukuna, instead you were greeted by the sight of him leaning against the headboard, aimlessly scrolling through his phone.
Your underwear, in his mouth, lips wrapped around the gusset of your panties, suckling.
It isn't even sexual, his dick is soft and plump, tucked between his legs.
"What are you doing?" You stepped inside the room warily, eyebrow quirked in curiosity.
"Looking through take out options." His voice is muffled around the fabric, as he continued to scroll, glow of the screen illuminating his features, "you want dumpli—"
"I meant with my underwear, Sukuna." You sighed, reaching up to rub your temple, suddenly realising how often you tend to leave your undergarments unattended with him, "Why are you gnawing on it?"
"You up an left!" He huffed, brows furrowed as he had the audacity to glare you, "you know I eat puss, post-sex!" Elaborating he tossed his phone on the mattress, arms crossed over his chest.
"Weirdo." You mumbled, eyeing him suspiciously, before tugging at your towel, letting it pool at you feet as you stepped towards the closet, "just ask me next time."
"I did, I greeted her—"
"Like a normal person."
