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Cw: angst, unresolved feelings, jealousy/toxic behavior, parties with gojo, separation, bully romance 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

It’s been six months since you graduated from college.

You’ve used up most of your savings moving away from your hometown and starting over in a completely new city. You managed to land a big-girl job at a corporate company, but ever since graduating, it feels like life has been slowly squeezing the youth out of you.

You thought moving to the city would feel freeing.

Instead, adulthood hits you harder than you ever expected.

Eight hours of nonstop work every day, followed by two hours of commuting back and forth to your shitty little apartment. By the time you get home, all you want to do is shower, eat something, and collapse into bed.

To think that you used to dream about moving away and starting a new life in the big city.

Now that you’re finally here, your life is miserable.

You barely have enough money left after rent, groceries, transportation, and bills. Your tiny 600-square-foot apartment is hardly the glamorous new life you imagined for yourself. You don’t have any friends to hang out with on the weekends either.

It’s just work.

Then home.

Then work again.

Life has become painfully dull.

And yet, despite everything, you still think about him sometimes.

Sukuna.

You wonder what he’s doing now.

Whether he ever thinks about you.

Whether he ever misses you.

You never reach out, of course.

Neither does he.

The last time you saw him was seven months ago, at your graduation farewell.

After that, he disappears from your life.

Or maybe you disappear from his.

Fast-forward to now, and you’re sitting on a train heading back to your hometown for a long-overdue family dinner. You haven’t seen your parents in a while, and you figured it would be nice to spend some time with them again.

Your mother especially has been complaining about how much she misses you.

Not that you were expecting to see anyone else.

But apparently, the universe has a sick sense of humor.

The moment you get seated at the famous local restaurant, you notice a familiar face walking through the entrance.

Your stomach drops.

Sukuna.

Gojo is walking beside him, and the two of them aren’t alone. Each has a girl accompanying them, and for some reason, you immediately notice the one beside Sukuna. Her arm is linked comfortably around his huge bicep, her body practically pressed against his side as she talks to him with a bright smile.

You stare at Sukuna from your seat.

Then his eyes land on you.

He freezes.

For the first time in months, Sukuna looks genuinely bewildered. His gaze travels over your face, lingering for a moment as though he’s trying to convince himself that you’re actually sitting there.

You look different.

There are subtle changes in your face that weren’t there before, you’re not the same girl he remembers. Your face looks slightly more tired now. There’s something different about you—something older, more mature.

Maybe the stress of living in the city has changed you.

But that’s not important.

Because the moment you see the girl clinging to his arm, something ugly starts boiling inside your chest.

Anger. Jealousy. Resentment.

You expected this.

After seven months of no contact, of course he would’ve found someone else. You have no right to be upset about it, especially when you were the one who left without saying anything and never bothered to contact him afterward.

Still, knowing that and seeing it right in front of you doesn’t make it hurt any less.

But fuck, can you even call her a replacement?

He never even made things clear between the two of you.

You never knew what you were.

So why the hell does seeing him with another woman make your chest hurt like this?

You immediately look away when you realise you’re staring for too long. You force yourself to focus on your parents, pretending that nothing happened. You nod along to whatever your mother is talking about, occasionally answering questions about your job and your apartment whenever they ask. You even manage a few smiles, doing everything you can to appear perfectly normal.

Meanwhile, Sukuna wants nothing more than to walk over to you.

He wants to ask how you’ve been. He wants to hear your voice again, even if all you do is tell him to fuck off. He wants to know why you disappeared, why you never called, and whether you’ve thought about him even half as much as he’s thought about you.

Because he did miss you.

More than he would ever admit.

After you disappeared from Sukuna’s life, he tried desperately to keep himself occupied. He filled his time with friends, rave parties every weekend with Gojo, alcohol and girls—anything that could temporarily fill the void you’d left behind. He convinced himself that it didn’t matter and that you were nothing more than a temporary obsession.

He never reached out because he convinced himself that you were deliberately avoiding him.

And you were.

Sukuna had tried checking your social media more times than he would ever admit. Not that there was much to see. You were never the type to post frequently, and whenever he checked your accounts, there was rarely anything new—an occasional picture, a random repost, maybe a story that disappeared before he could even bring himself to interact with it. 

Eventually, he convinced himself that your silence meant you were simply too busy living your new life to bother updating everyone about it. He imagined you going out with new friends, exploring the city, enjoying your independence and finally getting everything you had wanted after leaving college behind. 

Maybe you were happier without him. Maybe you were so busy that you didn’t even have time to think about the past. But now, seeing you sitting across the restaurant, Sukuna realises just how wrong he had been. 

The tiredness in your eyes, the way your shoulders seem heavier than he remembers and the faint exhaustion written across your face tell him that you aren’t living some carefree life without a single worry in the world. 

If anything, you look like you’ve been carrying far more than you’ve ever let anyone see.

Before Sukuna can work up the courage to approach you, Gojo catches his attention and gestures toward their table. The girl beside Sukuna follows him, and he reluctantly goes along with them, but even after he sits down, his eyes keep drifting back toward you.

Throughout the entire meal, you pretend to care about whatever conversation your parents are having. You occasionally answer whenever they ask about your new life, forcing yourself to smile and act as though everything is perfectly fine.

You have to keep your composure and play it cool.

Sukuna, on the other hand, watches you the entire time. He watches you take small bites of food, watches you glance toward him once before immediately looking away.

He can’t help wondering why you didn’t say anything when you saw him.

Why didn’t you call his name?

Why didn’t you even look at him again?

Then another thought creeps into his mind.

Does she have someone else?

Maybe that’s why you never contacted him.

Maybe you’ve already moved on.

Maybe you’ve found another boyfriend.

Maybe you’re living with him or you go home to him every night.

The thought makes Sukuna’s jaw tighten.

The idea of you coming home to another man, laughing with him, sleeping beside him, living a life that doesn’t include Sukuna makes his stomach twist.

He loses his appetite entirely.

Then, without warning, the girl beside him reaches up, grabs his face, and presses a kiss against his lips.

Your eyes immediately snap toward them.

Your heart sinks.

For a second, you swear you can actually hear something inside your chest shatter.

You know that’s impossible but that’s exactly what it feels like.

You immediately drop your fork, the sharp metallic clang echoing against your almost-finished plate and drawing the attention of several nearby customers who turn their heads toward you. The sudden sound makes the girl beside Sukuna pull away from the kiss.

“Excuse me.”

You barely manage to get the words out before pushing your chair back and rushing toward the bathroom, keeping your head down so your parents won’t notice the tears forming in your eyes.

You shut the door behind you, hurry toward the nearest mirror, and stare at your pathetic reflection while turning on the tap.

Your eyes are already wet with tears.

You hate yourself for crying.

You hate him for making you cry.

And most of all—

You hate that you still care.

Why the fuck did they have to kiss in front of you?

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A/N: this is a time skip, lmk what u think ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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Cw: heavy mentions of non con filming, private videos, bully romance, choso gets jealous, gojo provoking choso, little-sister dynamic, toxic relationship, implied sexual content, dub-con MDNI

ʚɞ Choso finds out about your special video with Sukuna

Bully!Sukuna tries so hard to act nonchalant and completely unbothered when he sees you laughing and giggling nonstop at your best friend!Choso’s jokes.

He knows exactly what Choso is doing. He’s trying to get your attention, trying to make you laugh, and, if Sukuna’s suspicions are correct, trying to get into your pants.

Sukuna knows because he overhears Choso confessing to Gojo that he likes you.

Gojo looks shocked, but honestly, he isn’t all that surprised. He has always known that Choso has a soft spot for you. You’re constantly helping him with his homework and checking in on him whenever he needs something. Choso has always been a sucker for kind-hearted girls like you.

To him, you’re almost like a little sister—sweet, innocent, and far too trusting for your own good. He has always felt the need to look out for you, especially because you have a habit of struggling to say no whenever someone asks you for a favor.

Choso knows that you are constantly around Sukuna due to some projects assigned by your professor, but that doesn’t mean that you enjoy your time with Sukuna…right?

So when Gojo casually tells him that his best friend Sukuna is tangled up in something complicated with you, Choso can only stare at him in disbelief.

“She would never get involved with that prick. You’ve gotta be fucking joking.”

Gojo only laughs, clearly amused by his reaction.

“I mean, I’m sorry to break it to you, but Sukuna has some footage of her on his phone. I’m not sure you’d wanna see it, though.”

Choso’s expression immediately changes.

“What kind of footage?”

Gojo pauses, glancing back at him with a knowing look.

“Trust me, you’re better off not knowing.” He casually drapes an arm over Choso’s shoulder as though they’re sharing some harmless joke.

“What the hell does that mean?” Choso grabs his arm and shoves him off.

Gojo stumbles sideways, nearly tumbling onto the floor before quickly catching himself against the wall. He bursts into laughter instead of looking offended, clearly finding Choso’s reaction far more entertaining than it should be.

“It means I don’t think we should show you.” Gojo gives a small shrug. “I’d rather not cause any problems between you guys.”

Choso’s brows furrow.

“Problems? What kind of problems would a video cause?”

Gojo only smiles.

“You know Sukuna. If he wanted you to see it, he’d show you himself.”

“Gojo.”

“Seriously, Choso. Let it go.”

Gojo gives him a knowing wink, deliberately leaving the rest unsaid before turning around and walking down the hallway to catch up with Sukuna.

Choso remains standing there, completely frozen.

What the fuck was on that video?

Something unpleasant twists deep in his chest.

No way.

There’s no way you would willingly get involved with someone like Sukuna.

At least, that’s what Choso tells himself.

Because surely Sukuna must have pressured you into whatever was happening between the two of you. A sweet girl like you would never willingly let someone like him manipulate you. Yet alone corrupt you.

Would you?

For the first time, doubt creeps into Choso’s mind.

Maybe he has been looking at you through rose-colored glasses this entire time.

Maybe you aren’t as innocent as he thought.

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Cw: piss kink, piss play, bully romance, public, pet names, degrading, sukuna being concerned with reader, gojo mentioned, slight dub-con MDNI

A/N: whoever that requested this, enjoy ;))

You wait for what feels like forever just to excuse yourself to the bathroom.

It’s been nearly two hours since you first feel the urge to pee, but between your professor’s important presentation and frantically jotting down notes, you can’t afford to miss a single thing.

You want to blame your professor for dragging the lecture on far longer than usual, but deep down, you know it’s your own fault. Instead of going during the break, you spend the entire time finishing that stupid project with Sukuna.

With every passing minute, the pressure in your bladder grows worse.

The moment your professor dismisses the class, you immediately bolt out of the classroom, running straight to the bathroom to finally relieve yourself.

From the back of the classroom, Sukuna watches you rush out without a second glance.

His eyebrow quirks.

A wide grin spreads across his face when he sees you entering the girls’ bathroom.

You let out a sigh of relief, thinking you can finally pee. Except just as you’re about to shut the stall door behind you, a large hand reaches out and stops it.

Your whole body freezes, your eyes widening as Sukuna slips into the small, cramped bathroom stall with you before locking the door behind him.

“Pl-please, Sukuna, get out. I need to pee,” you beg, already feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“I know, brat. It’s okay. You can go ahead and pee.”

He chuckles quietly, watching the panic spread across your face as humiliation burns through you.

“Get out now, please.”

The pressure in your bladder only grows worse. You swear you can feel yourself almost starting to leak.

“No. Just do it. I wanna watch.”

His perverted comment makes you feel sick, but you know there’s no point arguing with him. He always wins.

Without looking at him, doing your best to pretend he isn’t there, you pull down your pink lacy underwear and lift your pleated skirt before sitting down on the toilet seat.

Just as you’re about to relieve yourself, you hear Sukuna unzip his pants. Your gaze instinctively shifts toward him as he pulls his heavy dick out, holding himself in one hand.

“I need to go too. Spread your legs, princess.”

You’re so frightened that you don’t even realize you’ve already started peeing.

Still, you obey him, slowly opening your legs, allowing him to see the clear stream trickling out of you.

Sukuna steps closer and bends his knees slightly, lowering himself before positioning himself just above your bare pussy.

He watches every little expression on your face, smiling as you scrunch up your nose in discomfort when some of his hot stream lands on your pussy, running from your mound down to your clit.

Still, you let him do this to you.

You yelp and squeal in disgust, about to close your legs, but Sukuna isn’t having it. He wedges his knee between your parted thighs, stopping you from closing them.

“So cute, even when you’re peeing,” Sukuna says, looking down at your watery eyes as he groans quietly, continuing his filthy actions between your thighs.

Just when you think he’s done, he moves himself to direct the stream onto your clit.

“Ahhh, w-what are you doing…?”

Confusion flashes across your face as your entire body tenses, your fingers curling into trembling fists. You hate how overwhelmed you feel, your thoughts scattering as heat rushes to your face.

“Look at you, lettin’ me do this to you. Such a dirty girl.”

He grins even wider when some of the stream accidentally splashes onto your thighs.

“S-stop it, Sukuna. This is just weird and dirty,” you blurt out, reaching for some toilet paper to clean yourself.

He catches your wrist before you can grab any.

“Don’t wipe, brat. Pull up your panties and let’s go.”

Afraid someone might walk in and report the two of you to a teacher, you inhale a shaky breath and quickly stand up, pulling up your underwear before flushing the toilet.

Sukuna smiles to himself as he unlocks the stall door and walks back toward the classroom. You follow closely behind him, avoiding eye contact with anyone you pass.

“Don’t forget to wash your hands, brat,” he laughs mockingly before returning to his seat beside Gojo.

As you walk back into the classroom, you overhear Gojo asking him why he followed you to the bathroom.

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Cw: sukuna being a whore, mentions of sex positions, edging, p in v, jealous/possessive behavior, explicit sexual thoughts, degradation, face slapping, bully romance,  jealousy, hookup references, profanity, Gojo mentioned, MDNI.

A/N: this lowkey made me wet

Normally, hooking up is Sukuna’s favorite pastime, especially on weekends.

Gojo would drag him to crowded fraternity houses where the music was loud enough to shake the walls, drinks were constantly being passed around, and girls practically lined up just to get his attention.

It isn’t exactly difficult for Sukuna.

One look at his broad shoulders, towering height, and the dark tattoos stretching across his body is enough to catch anyone’s attention.

Girls usually flirt with him without hesitation, they would beg to touch him in different areas, eager to let him know that they're down to spend the night. 

More often than not, he'd entertain it.

Lately, though, he can't.

Because no matter how crowded the room is, there's only one thought that lingers in the back of his mind.

You.

He can’t imagine you at some loud fraternity party. You’d probably cover your ears the moment the music gets too loud, quietly excuse yourself, and head home before midnight. 

The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes you’d never belong in a place like this. 

You’re too gentle, too reserved, and obedient. You'd definitely hate crowds filled with people looking for a temporary thrill. 

In his eyes, you’re almost painfully well-behaved.

The kind of girl who apologizes when someone else bumps into you.

The kind of girl who says “thank you” and quietly returns shopping carts without being asked.

Maybe that’s the exact reason he can’t seem to get you out of his head.

Now, lying on his bed, riding on top of him is some girl he barely knows; fuck, Sukuna doesn’t even remember her name.

The only reason he agrees to sleep with her is because she looks somewhat attractive under the blaring neon lights, nothing like that beauty of yours, but Sukuna has an itch that apparently only you can scratch.

“Fuck yes, faster please,” the girl screams while placing both her hands on Sukuna’s chest as she rides him in a fast rhythm with a condom on.

Sukuna shuts his eyes, his hands not even touching her, trying his best to savor this moment, but he just can’t. 

Every time he closes his eyes, all he can think about is you.

How your soft, tender body would feel when you’re under him—fuck, he won’t even use a condom with you. You deserve to feel every inch of his huge veiny cock splitting you apart.

And the pathetic, needy sounds you’d make when he teases you over and over, stopping you from orgasming, or when you would actually cum with broken moans, creaming all around his cock.

You would be so obedient and submissive, letting him use your pretty little body however he wishes, and you’d learn to take whatever he gives you like a good girl, his good girl. 

As she continues rocking her hips above him, all he can think about is what positions you'd like best, he already knows which one is his favorite—any position where he can see your eyes roll all the way back to your head.

Any position where he can use his large hand and cup both your cheeks to force you to look at him, slapping you whenever you disobey him as he leans over and degrades you over and over.

You would definitely be a crier, he'll make sure of that, forcing steady eye contact as he completely dismantles you until you leave scratches all over his skin.

And when he’s done with you, your entire body would go limp, your tight cunt would be pulsing uncontrollably and filled to the brim with his load to the point it leaks out of you.

“Yes, daddy, harder,” the girl continues to moan from above him while still fucking herself onto his cock, snapping him out of his thoughts of you.

“Don’t call me that, stupid bitch.” He snarls and pushes her off him suddenly without warning. 

“Get out now and leave. I’m done.” Sukuna says coldly.

He stands from the bed, peels off the condom, and tosses it into the bin without even finishing.

Without even turning to look at the now upset woman, he grabs his towel and headed straight to the bathroom to turn on the cold shower.

Sukuna lets the cold water run down all over his body as he places both hands onto the cool tile, running a hand down his face.

He realizes that you’ve ruined sex for him. That if it’s not with you, then he doesn’t want it. 

Because somewhere along the way, you’ve ruined every fantasy he used to have.

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Bully!Sukuna who enjoys twirling and tugging on your ponytail every time you walk past him. Whenever you ask why, he simply says “you got something in your hair”

Bully!Sukuna who always has his eyes on you whenever you walk into the classroom, making you wonder if he was waiting for you the whole time.

Bully!Sukuna who always makes sure he’s close enough that nobody else dares to approach you. He secretly likes it when other people think you’re dating.

Bully!Sukuna who sits way too close to you in the cafeteria, leaning back in his chair just to bump his knee against yours under the table.

Bully!Sukuna who leans down just enough to whisper things like, “You smell good today,” “Wish I could see what you’re wearing underneath that skirt.”

Bully!Sukuna who secretly takes pictures of you whenever you aren’t paying attention—studying in class, reading a book, or dozing off during lectures.

Bully!Sukuna who grabs your wrist the moment the hallway empties, dragging you into an empty classroom just to do you know what…

Bonus:

Bully!Sukuna who loves driving to empty parking lots after school with you and eat you out in the backseat.

A/N: some short drabble, do check out my acc for longer versions <3

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Bully!Sukuna who catches you alone in the library (latest)

Bully!Sukuna teaching you a lesson in public

Bully!Sukuna who “accidentally” sends you a dick pic during class

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

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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