High-key I Kinda Feel Bad For Satoru. Like Yeah He Was Hella Teasing Her But It Was Kinda Obvious He

High-key I kinda feel bad for Satoru. Like yeah he was hella teasing her but it was kinda obvious he wanted more than a fuck buddy but Ig he could’ve been more clear about that… poor thing

𝐬𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? where satoru comforts you after a break up

gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, he’s also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)

“i know what you’re thinking” gojo’s voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.

the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students where training at, he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojo’s protégée and the son of the man that broke your heart.

“but if you keep doing that megumi will get creeped out by you” gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.

“whatever, he never liked me anyways” you brush off, then remember what he said before, “and what the hell makes you think you know what i’m thinking?”

“ah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thing” he points to his blindfold.

“you saying you can read minds now, you freak?” your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.

“please you’re so transparent i wonder how megumi haven’t seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glasses…”

“just say what you want to say, satoru.”

gojo, on the other hand, didn’t need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.

“every time you see megumi you think about him, don’t you?” he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, “senpai.”

gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used that honorific with.

“he’s his kid, of course i’ll—“

“ever since i heard about your breakup you’ve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,” gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows “and your cursed energy increases” he then sits on your desk looking down at you, “don’t tell me megumi had anything to do with why toji—“

“of course not” you interrupt him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know he’s a good kid and wouldn’t try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, he’s not particularly close to his old man either, actually, anything related to toji — bets, races, you — is automatically disregarded by him.

“then you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i can’t let that happen” gojo’s tone became more severe, it’s one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the few pictures he showed you once. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much free time. you supposed gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of him.

“that’s not gonna happen, i have my energy under control” you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojo’s gaze even through the mask.

he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.

“what did you even see in him anyways? he’s definitely not a good guy.”

“that’s rude, toji is—“

“did you think you could change him or something?”

“i— no, why—“

“from what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the money” he rubs his chin.

“gojo, i swear—“

“was it the sex?”

you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.

“jackpot” satoru whispers.

“fuck off, satoru” you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.

“you stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?” he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.

“no! and that’s none of your goddamn business.”

“and you’ve broken up, what? two months ago? you’ve been all this time without sex?” you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, “don’t be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile again” he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, “although, on second thought i think that might be mm sexual frustration? it’s a color i never seen in you before” he grabs your wrist firmly.

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“oh but i do, senpai. i’m just wondering how you haven’t downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yet” gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.

gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that it’s a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.

“or did you?” he’s fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, “definitely no dating apps” you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you can’t reach him, “browser history?”

“satoru, you have no right, gimme that” your face is hot with shame.

“nothing either, well i suppose your camera roll…”

“no!”

“aha” he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, “is that what you use to get off?” he puts the phone in front of you, it’s opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.

“not bad, you could make some cash outta this” gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, you’re not even struggling to get out of gojo’s hold by the time the video ends.

“you don’t need to get off by yourself, you know?” he smells your hair and kisses your ear, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“that was forever ago” you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just wait for an opportunity to drop that bomb on toji’s lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.

“and wasn’t it good? huh?” he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.

“yeah, it was” you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.

“see? i can make you feel good so you don’t become a little monster” he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.

“so charitable of you” you mumble sarcastically.

“i would gladly do this favor to you” he replies in the same tone, “even though you still own me.”

“for what?!” you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.

“for raising your boyfriend’s son? you really think you would’ve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didn’t have the ten shadows you wouldn’t have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zenin’s or whomever.”

“you sound just like him” gojo’s eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.

“besides— hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi… so don’t blame me” you wiggle your ass on his crotch.

“a ‘thank you my favourite kohai’ wouldn’t hurt” you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyone’s exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.

satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.

“five years” you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.

“hm?” satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say you’re surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.

“last time you fucked me, it was five years ago” you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.

“that long huh…” he sounds… sad? no, maybe nostalgic.

“crazy, right? so much has—“ you sigh when he curls his fingers, “changed.”

satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.

he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.

he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feels—

“toru~” he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, “right there” your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.

“where? here?” he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, “right here, senpai?”

“y-yeah” you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.

which is an ironic comparison since he’s the one that would gladly accept being your pet.

when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.

“desk, now” you demand needly.

“yes ma'am” gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.

you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.

you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.

“ask me” he pleads.

“for what?”

“for a kiss” you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.

“gimme a kiss” you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.

gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.

the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.

“nuh-uh you better have a rubber” you push your knee onto gojo’s pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.

“did you make toji wear one too?” he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.

“he had to earn that privilege” you reach for gojo’s wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, “i don’t know what you do after 6 so…” you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.

“unbelievable…”

“satoru” you warn stroking him slowly, “can i get another kiss?” you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.

“you have to earn it, senpai” he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.

he's still gonna go through this — that's how whipped he is for you — though now he’ll be less gentle.

his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.

“c'mon satoru, don't be like that” you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.

the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.

or was it something else you feared?

“hey… you on the pill?” he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.

“you’re not fucking me raw, satoru.”

“just wondering… you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?” he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.

“you keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?” you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.

“please, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?” you push him away turning around then pulling him back.

“okay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me right” gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.

“i could be fucking you better, you know how?” he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.

“condom stay on, satoru, i can’t risk getting preg—“ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.

“you’re not… on anything?”

“listen you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” you cover your face, “i had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so… gosh why am i even telling you this…”

“go on” gojo massages your thigh.

“toji got a vasectomy. birth control wasn’t working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time before— well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?” you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, it’s not what your expected to see.

satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. he’s grinning, dick throbbing.

“yeah, i see now” he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a ‘thank you for trusting me’ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.

all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then… whoopsie.

the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.

“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.

he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, he’s quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.

“fuck— keep doing that” you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.

he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.

“so fucking pretty” he whispers quietly.

you attempt to lower your legs. feeling it’s gonna be too much.

“nuh-uh keep them here” he pushes back, “so tight” he closes his eyes.

you’re a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.

“that’s right, let it go baby” your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.

he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.

god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

if only…

“fuck“ he fucks his load — into the condom unfortunately.

after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why he’s taking so long, “wait here, i’ll take you home.”

“you don’t have to” you smile, poking his cheek.

“oh i do, i’m not done with you” he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.

you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, “did you see my…”

“nope” gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.

gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.

a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing… toji.

gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.

“yeah i was surprised too” he almost forgot that megumi was with him, “thought she finally created some sense” he confesses.

gojo doesn’t say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesn’t even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.

“meet you in the classroom in five” gojo disappears from megumi’s sight.

on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.

“listen, i— hm… i thought you should know that toji and i are back, so—”

“did you tell him?” his arms are crossed.

“about… us? of course not.”

“why? don’t you think he should know?” you hear the challenge in his tone.

“no, and you’re not gonna say a word to him either” you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, “may i remind you that between the three of us there’s a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.”

“look at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoat” he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, “it’s fine, i’m just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, that’s all.”

“let’s be real, satoru. it’s not like you were going to take me on a date or anything” gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldn’t be wrong but you didn’t want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.

“this is not going to be the last time and i don’t give a damn if you’re dating him or married or widowed.”

“satoru!” you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.

“you can tell toji or not, i don’t mind fighting him” he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, he’s been a grown up since he was six.

before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.

satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.

he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes you’ll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.

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I wanted to ask if you do fics for Feitan?

If so can I request a nsfw one where the reader is dating Feitan and just thinks he’s a cute try hard goth/emo dude. Until he shows her how he tortures people and she’s kinda into it.

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Warning: Nsfw, Graphic depiction of violence (I tried), Bdsm, Fmab

Feitan was weird extremely incredibly weird, he was probably the most unique person you’ve ever met, and that says a lot considering you met his friends including the creepy clown. 

He hates bright colors anything besides black is a no-go and the only non-dark clothing was the red shirt you had gifted him, despite him claiming he hated it he still wore it to your joy.

He has the angriest stare you’ve ever seen, face scrunched up in displeasure while he fuses over everything and nothing. You never quite figured out why he was always angry and whenever you asked he just gently hit your head and told ‘you not to worry,’ so you didn’t.

English isn't his first language so every single sentence is structured weirdly no matter how short or curt it is, You always have to ask him to repeat himself especially when it’s an overly long rant. He hates it but you find it adorable which then makes him even angry and his broken angry-filled English will indicate that he's not adorable.

Yet his pouty lips and slightly blushed face would prove him entirely wrong, so you just chuckle and agree you both know you’re lying and it makes him both angry and pleased at the same time conflicting him.

He rarely smiles even when you cuddle but the one time you caught him, had been an awakening. Feitan never gets excited or at least you’ve never seen him excited which is why you’re confused as to why he has such a huge smile on his face. clothing covered in blood as he turned to you pulling his mask back up when he realized it had slipped off.

The basement was cold which might have been the reason you were shivering or perhaps it was the body lying on Feitan's table. The man was gagged, a steel muzzle covering his mouth and a huge iron collar wrapped around his neck trailing down to the table. The man's hand was also attached to the grimy table. 

“ You like?” Feitan asked with a muffled gleeful giggle as if he knew this was wrong, you stood on the stairs trying to also your head around what just happened. Feitan frowned not getting the reaction he wanted he grabbed the other person lying on the floor.

He drags a body toward you dropping it next to your feet with an audible splat. The person right eye’s was gauged out showing nothing but an empty socket dripping with blood. He held cuts everywhere shallow and yet painful. You looked up to Feitan who looked proud, eyes twinkling in the dark, It was the first time you’d ever seen such an expression.

It should leave you horrified this whole thing but all you could think was how cute he looked, blood covering his face reminding you of blush, highlighting his pale cheeks. His lip held a shallow cut blood dripping down his lips, Your feet step over the body still breathing harshly for air. You grab Fietan's face he looks confused eyes darting to the floor, then to yours, and then to your face.

Your lips touch tongue darting out to lick the blood from his lips it’s metallic slightly bitter and had no real flavor yet it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever tasted, your tongue pushing into the cut then into his mouth tracing over his teeth exploring something you've explored many times and yet still for some reason all of this felt different far more excited.

You part your lips saliva breaking away, he still looking at you confused, slowly blinking as his eyebrow furrowed “ Not scared?” he asked and you turned to stare at the body still breathing alive if just barely you could probably call the police, and could probably save them yet.

 You turn back to Fietan, your finger gripping his bloody shirt and letting go slowly tracing his chest you faintly feel it rise silently. Finger trailing over the blood unknowingly covering itself in the dark red dip tainting it. Grabbing his shirt you pull him forward dragging him through the house stepping over the body and up the stairs forcing him onto your bed.

You fall on it your hair a mess laying over you like a halo as you spread your leg wide

“ Not scared?” He asked eyelid slowly blinking and then raising, you simply smiled a small purr as you pulled him in for another kiss far more intense.

“ Bad girl,” he said, spoken with a giddy growl, His teeth showing as his hand grabbed onto your neck pushing it down “ Could kill if wanted to” he threatened leaning down his warm breath hitting against your neck as his fingers squeezed down imprinting onto your skin.

One small hand trailing down your hand cold as it slid across your skin making you shiver. Feitan reaches for his pants, you feel your heart thumping nothing but excitement.

You could feel a small portion of your panties getting wet, bucking your hips forward to feel his cock grinding against it whining and begging as Feitan's finger drops to his pants. You smile relief flooding your system, as you picture that perfect cock inside you feeling your hole to the brim giving the deliciously sweet thing of pleasure that courses through your body.

Instead, Feitan pulled out a knife small and thin, placing it on your skin the cold metal contrasting heavily with your flushed hot skin making you jump in surprise with an audible yip.

He chuckled when he felt your muscles twitch the fear delectable. As the knife begins to move sharp edge opens your skin with ease, blood gushing out in a small steady stream, the knife slides down curving your skin into a Beautiful design.

He pulled the knife away before plugging it back in deeper than before his sharp eyes staring down into your watery ones. Taking in the way your face was covered in tears with your petty flushed face and your gorgeous bloated lips painted in blood.

You looked like a mess no different from him,  face was also splattered with nothing but shades of red. He wondered if he could taste it, The knife digging into your chin forcing you to tip it up,       

His mouth covered your dominating tongue moving and pulling on your own, teeth biting down harshly on yours drawing blood and covering your lips and a far prettier shade of red. You mewled as he drew his teeth from your lip. Before diving back in swallowing your screams and cries as his fingers dip into one of your cuts lathering them in blood before sliding down creating a pretty red line that stopped at your pretty clit.

His finger was rough, and harsh he did not care how wet you were using nothing but blood and your wetness as lube, coating your thigh in the wet sticky feeling. For some reason that makes you more wet, the tight feeling in your lower stomach growing at the thought of something so messed up. 

Riding his fingers despite the morality and feeling euphoria creeping over you as the knife slices through your skin. His thumb pushed onto the cut forcing blood to gush out and soaking his white finger. Fietan leans down a small pink tongue darting out to lick at the cut forcing itself into the hole, You gasp and mew at the mix between pleasure and pain not being able to differentiate 

He trails up higher and higher till he finds your mouth once more pulling you into a kiss, As you scream and cry his sharp nails make crescent shapes on your skin digging in harshly unforgiving.

Fietan pulls away from the kiss successfully stealing your breath away his eyes glinting eerily with a sadistic smile, stroking your gorgeous bloated lips with his blood-stained hands. His smile was wide a tainted similar to your own as you tried to catch your breath mouth opened and widened in an attempt his hand snaggled against your neck robbing you of the pleasure of preswing down tell it felt impossible.

You gasp as his finger works overtime pushing you further and further, a black spot appearing in your vision, your lung aching for breath begging for anything and everything, and then nothing but whiteness.

At first, you thought you had died, but the ringing sound of something loud echoing through the air made you think otherwise. Til the white vanished and you were able to recognize that sound as yours. Your high calmed body shrill a shivering mess as it tried to relax from the biggest high you ever had you looked up at Fietan's eyes glinting and his lip curled up in the cutest smile you'd ever seen.

Hey I’m just happy Eisuke didn’t win. Hate that man with a passion even more so when some years back they took the win from Takuto

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Why don’t pretty men need to ask me to room with them. 😭(Answer: it’s unrealistic, and I don’t go outside enough for the potential for that to even happen)

But it SHOULD I NEED this man so damn badly 😭💕💖💖

PERVY ROOMMATE! GETO X AFAB! READER

content warning: dark content! minors dni, non con recording, size kink, somno, dubcon, she/her pronouns, half is just pure smut and the other half of geto obsessed with you, manipulation, rich uni student! geto, little bit of gojo watching and joining, i didn’t proof read :0

minors and ageless block will get blocked!

requests and thirsts are open!

— GETO SUGURU

pervy roommate! geto met you through Shoko, she was your roommate before she transferred to a art college, you were 2 years younger than him and he thought you had the cutest smile and sweetest looking eyes (even if you refused to make eye contact with him)

pervy roommate! geto who immediately texted you, offering you a room to rent when he heard word from Shoko that you can’t afford to keep rented once your lease is finished

pervy roomate! geto who got concerned messages from Shoko asking why he’s offering his place when he doesn’t need extra money just to get a half ass reply of him “being nice” which she obviously didn’t believe

pervy roommate! geto who loved how shy you were not knowing it’s cause you were constantly flustered by him (i mean look at him)

pervy roommate! geto who is so good at the innocent act, just wanting to get into your pants at first, being so sweet and helpful when you first move in before he genuinely starts falling for you

pervy roommate! geto who so enamoured by you. he’s the type of guy who loves with his whole heart or not at all, and he didn’t know why he was so blindly in love with you; all he knew is that he needed you with his whole being.

pervy roommate! geto who finds every excuse in the book to touch you, he did it once in front of satoru makes and he never lets him live it down

and by every excuse i mean every, including things like grabbing something that you wanted, pressing his band against yours and handing it to you cause “he wanted something from the cupboard too” or putting his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s in close proximity to you

pervy roommate! geto who swears that your perfect for him and get lost in his own daydreams of you

pervy roomate! geto who steals your perfume and sprays it on his pillow to fall asleep

pervy roommate! geto who asks to watch horror movies with you all the time and always has arm around your shoulder, saying it’s cause he gets scared easily but just wants to hold you close when you jump or flinch

totally not to stare at your tits when you get scared

pervy roommate! geto who uses his social status to his advantage to make sure no one tries flirting with you on campus, and goes out of his way to walk you to your classes but of course you’re oblivious to this and cry to suguru about how ugly you feel and only calm down to his reassurance…

pervy roommate! geto who gets a little hard whenever he sees you in his sweaters, and when he comments on it you reply with “oh i’m sorry, i found it in my laundry and just put it on, is it okay?” which he obviously replies with yes, because he was the one who put it there in the first place

pervy roommate! geto who brings girls home who look like you and makes sure he has the headboard banging against the wall with them screaming his name loud enough for you to hear hoping you get jealous

and gets even more annoyed when you don’t comment on it so he eventually stops

pervy roommate! geto can’t help but rub his aching bulge whenever your back is turned, immediately palming his cock at the sight of your ass

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to your instagram pics and cums all over his hand moaning about how he loves you

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off while you’re talking to him on the phone, getting off to your voice when your asking him about things you need for the house, he knows it’s pathetic but fucking loves it

pervy roommate! geto who can’t help but peak into your room when you masterbate, watching you, eyes closed with your fingers inside you cunt making him so hard he almost dropped his phone on the floor trying to take it out of his pocket to record you

pervy roommate! geto who surprises you with food all the time watching you eat the food he mixed his cum into

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to you while you sleep, biting his lip holding back his moans trying not to cum on your face while your dirty panties are wrapped around his thick cock

pervy roommate! geto who takes pics of you in your cute hello kitty panties while sleeping

pervy roomate! geto who’s horniness gets the best of him when your drunk and asleep and uses your hand to jerk him off and feels guilty that he doesn’t feel that bad about doing it

pervy roommate! geto that’s so good at hiding his want for you, you would’ve never known if it weren’t for the pictures and missing pairs of panties you found in his room when looking for a lighter to borrow

pervy roommate! geto who keeps a eerily gentle smile on his face when you confront him and when you ask why he did it his smile goes wider befor he says “i don’t know, i just needed to see you” inching towards you

pervy roomate! geto who corners you, caressing and pressing kisses to your soft skin, telling you how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen and how you’re perfectly made for him, and how happy he’ll make you if you give him a chance

pervy roommate! geto who doesn’t stop his antics after you find out, just openly being more obvious

pervy roomate! geto who’s version of damage control is buying you clothes and things you like while professing his love (obsession)

pervy roommate! geto who takes you to expensive restaurants tells you to dress pretty and pink and has to hide his boner half the night when you listen

pervy roommate! geto who’s almost cums in his pants when he apologizes to you again once you get back home and you say “I like it when you obsess over me.” so quietly he almost missed it and pretends he did but definitely remembers it

pervy roommate! geto who keeps pushing boundaries, his past cute touches now have his grabbing your ass, coming up behind you and slipping his hands up your shirt, massaging your tits

pervy roomate! geto who has you bent over the counter with you cute little skirt flipped up, his strong hands holding yours behind your back

“Such a tight little pussy! You look so cute with that cunt filled with cum.” He chuckled with amusement. After three rounds he was still hard and your pussy was dripping with cum. He was an animal, he thought your legs giving out and strained voice was cute, teasing you for giving in; finally having you to himself, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Oh fuck! it’s too much!” You cried out, making Geto deliver a swift slap to your ass.

“Are you saying you want me to stop angel?”

He pulled out, cock running down your puffy wet slit, smearing his cum all over just to hear you whine. “No… please ‘guru.” Your words slurred as you begged.

“Please what?”

“Please use me! Your cock feels ‘so good!”

“Now take it like a good slut and stop whining, you look so pretty taking my cock, don’t you princess?”

pervy roommate! geto who buys you cute outfits to wear around the house, practically drooling anytime he catches you actually wearing them, grabbing your ass and tits trying to feel you up telling you how he loves when yours a good girl and listen to him

pervy roommate! geto who sees you cooking dinner and lifts up your dress and apron just to take pictures of your ass and pussy in the cute lacy panties he bought you

pervy roommate! geto who answers facetimes while fucking you, flipping the camera and showing them how good his pretty slut can take his cock

pervy roommate! geto who has gojo watch him fuck you like a doll after you all went out drinking, telling Satoru about how tight you are and how he knows how badly he wants to use you before offered your mouth to help him cum

pervy roommate! geto who gets annoyed when you tell him you have to go to class instead of another round with him.

“why are you still bothering with class? clearly you need another load in you”

I swear to god I need to be taken on a vacation full of nothing but fucking and chilling cuz I deserve it😭😭😭

Yuuji is so so cute I’d spend the whole vacation seeing who taps out first💕💗💞

Champagne & Sunshine

You're on vacation with Yuuji, sipping champagne and bathing in the sun. But the drink isn't the only thing you get drunk on. -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @bleach-your-panties requested the song "Champagne & Sunshine" by PLVTINUM feat. Tarro.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: 18+, alcohol, smut, dirty talk, oral, praise, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

"That champagne tastes really good. I could get drunk on this!"

You smile at Yuuji over the rim of the champagne glass you are holding while lounging on the sun terrace of your beach resort. It's your first holiday with Yuuji, and both of you wanted something fancy.

Yuuji's eyes meet yours, sparkling golden, just like the champagne in your glass. A cheeky grin lifts his lips, and you already know he will say something dirty when he leans closer to you.

"Or you could get drunk on my cock, cutie. That drink makes me horny as fuck."

You know it's not just the white wine he is sipping. Yuuji and you have been all over each other since you arrived here. Far away from all the stress of everyday life and from all the people who disturb your alone time. Here in this fancy hotel, you just have to put a "do not disturb" sign on your door, and you can fuck the whole day. A fact that you make good use of.

Even now, here on the sun terrace, you can't keep your fingers off each other. Your hand lazily traces Yuuji's defined abs while drooling over how sexy he looks with all his muscles and tan skin on display. And his large hand keeps straying to your bikini-clad ass, squeezing it and leaning closer to whisper dirty things in your ear, how he wants you bouncing on his cock while he gives you creampie after creampie.

"Let's go to our room, princess. Maybe we'll find a place where we haven't fucked yet."

You have to run a bit to keep up with Yuuji's large steps as he pulls you along in his excitement to get you alone, his large hand wrapped tightly around your smaller one, his red swim trunks already tented with his growing erection, only barely covered by the baseball cap he holds before it.

You chuckle softly as you stumble after your sexy boyfriend, already creaming up at the thought of Yuuji's gorgeous fat cock for you to play with as much as you like.

The moment you enter your hotel room, Yuuji pushes you up against the wall, moaning loudly in your mouth as his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss while he presses his tall, buff body against you, his large hands grabbing your ass and lifting you up so easily as if you weigh nothing.

But you are just as hungry for him, wrapping your legs eagerly around his hips, gasping in delight when you feel Yuuji's hot, hard cock rub against your core through the thin layers of the swimming clothes. His abs and pecs press against your skin, hot and firm, making you want him so bad that you feel dizzy.

Yuuji's kisses taste like white wine and bubblegum, just like himself, sweet but with an underlying naughtiness that drives you insane in the best way. He licks deeply into your mouth, so sweet, so sexy.

You can feel his smile against your mouth when your hands wander over his broad muscular back and down to his firm ass to grab it and squeeze it while you press your body against him, caressing his tongue with yours, rubbing your horny pussy against him as if you are in heat, letting him feel how much you already soaked your bikini panties because of him.

And he moans, his hips bucking against you, always so honest about his attraction to you.

"Fuck, cutie, I can feel how wet you are! Need to see that pretty pussy and kiss it and fuck it and make it all sticky with my cum."

God, you love how shameless he is, how he just says whatever is on his mind, no matter how dirty it is. So in love with you and so horny for you.

"Damn, Yuuji... carry me to the bed, please hurry up, baby! Need your pretty mouth and your pretty cock!"

He answers you with a low moan as he tightens his strong arms around you and carries you towards the bed while you make out with open-mouthed French kisses.

But you never make it to the bed.

Yuuji stumbles over a pair of sneakers lying in the middle of the room, making both of you tumble to the ground, landing on the plush carpet right in front of the large bed.

You scream and laugh breathlessly at getting pressed down by Yuuji's heavy body, looking up at his boyish grin and the sparkle in his golden eyes when he asks,

"You ok, cutie?"

You nod,

"Yeah... you too, baby?"

He doesn't have to answer. His large hands tearing down your bikini top to free your tits is answer enough. His lips wrap around one nipple, sucking on it, making you moan and arch your back.

More kisses land on your tits. Yuuji's hot, velvety tongue laps at your erect nipples while golden eyes look up at you, driving you crazy. When he pulls away, there's a thin thread of spit still connecting his lips and your swollen nipple.

"Fuck, princess, I can't wait anymore. Need to fuck you right here on the floor, baby."

He moans and smiles at the same time as he pushes his red swim trunks down, freeing that wonderful, fat cock, so hard for you that he's leaking pearly pre-cum all over himself.

You barely have time to salivate over the sight in front of you, Yuuji's broad figure, his buff pecs, his flexed abs, and his gorgeous fat cock, before he grabs your bikini bottoms and pulls them down.

His warm lips follow your panties on their way down, kissing down your thighs and your calves, trailing his hot tongue over your skin before he throws the panties to the side and grabs your ass, pulling you towards him with one firm move, making you moan his name at how strong he is.

You sob loudly, tugging on his soft, pink hair, when Yuuji's pretty face presses between your spread legs, kissing and licking your hot wet pussy just like he said he would.

You taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you again a moment later, deep and passionate, as he pushes his fat cock into you with one needy thrust and a loud moan.

Both of you can't hold back, unable to go slow here on the bedroom floor. It's a rough fuck, needy and dirty, both of you meeting each other's thrusts eagerly, moaning unashamedly in between hot kisses. Yuuji snaps his hips almost desperately, fucking you so good and so deep that you see stars anytime his fat cockhead rubs against your sweet spot.

Your fingers dig into the buff muscle of his broad back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as if needing him even closer when he is already balls-deep in you, pounding your pussy with his hard, needy thrusts. You can already feel your high approaching, getting fucked out of you by your eager, horny boyfriend, who always knows how to use his cock to make you fall apart.

"Fuck, baby! Yeah, yeah, like that, my sweet girl! Pussy getting so tight, ah ah fuck! Yeah, milk my cock, baby! Wanna give you all my cum!"

You don't know if it's his dirty talk or his fat cockhead pounding your sweet spot, but you cum so hard on Yuuji's gorgeous cock that you scream his name and shake under his muscular body, your pussy milking him so wildly that he cusses and cries out your name just as loud as you did with his.

You still pulse and clench around him as he fills you with his thick, hot cum, pumping you full of it, thread after sticky thread, giving you the creampie he promised you.

His heavy balls slap against your wet pussy, while you tug on his soft pink hair, moaning his name and thanking him for how good he fucked you.

Your lips move slower against each now, the heated kisses turning into a slow makeout session with whispered love confessions while Yuuji is still deep inside you, not caring that his cum is slowly seeping out around his fat cock, making a mess on the hotel carpet. He can clean that later.

"Hmm, that was fucking amazing, cutie. You wanna go back to the sun terrace now?"

You shake your head, tightening your legs around Yuuji's hips, trapping him right there on top of your body, biting your lip cheekily as you look up at your boyfriend.

"No, I don't want to go back yet. Let's take a shower together first, ok baby? Will you give me more, please, Yuu? I'm not drunk enough on your cock yet."

And Yuuji grins at you, pupils dilated and his strong cock already twitching again,

"Fuck... you're so damn fine, baby! Well, in that case, let me make sure you get so much of my cock you will have a hangover tomorrow."

WRITING THIS MADE ME FERAL!! Thank you so much for requesting this song!! Anytime I hear it, I think of dirty scenarios with Yuuji bae, so this was SO much fun to write!! I hope you enjoyed it too!!

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!!

Sukuna making love to Yuuji and realizing just how hard he fell for him is just too much for me. The fact that it scares so much he doesn’t even know what to do, and sweet Yuuji being oblivious to all of it. My favorite part is where Sukuna wishes he claimed him instead of tormenting Yuuji.

I’m so excited to see where all of this goes because if Yuuji does end up remembering now both are gonna be hurt.🥺

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 10)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 10

I don't understand how your love can do what no one else can. Your love's got me looking so crazy right now. (Crazy in Love by Eden Project)

The next few days make it painfully clear that somehow, during the last months, the boy managed to infiltrate a place inside Sukuna that he wasn't aware of until the brat managed to get himself injured and put a fear into Sukuna's heart, he had never known before.

It's quite unsettling. Inconvenient.

What did he do? He had wanted to get separated from the brat all the time while being trapped inside him. Sukuna had wanted his own body again, had wanted to break free from this perfect little cage that Kenjaku had created to imprison him. But the moment he had succeeded, he grabbed the boy and took him with him.

What did he do? Has he bound himself to Yuuji again?

Things are slipping out of his control increasingly, and it's concerning. This isn't what Sukuna planned. He had wanted to play his little twisted game where only he knew it was a game. He had wanted to lie and deceive his way into the brat's heart. He had wanted to bask in the cruel exhilaration of seeing the brat willingly on his knees for him. Had wanted to break him with this fake love. He had wanted the cruel pleasure of seeing the brat turn into his obedient little pet.

But somehow, he had imagined it differently. He didn't expect to feel so warm anytime Yuuji smiles at him with so much affection in those golden eyes. He didn't expect to feel protective when he saw the boy getting hurt. He didn't expect to feel lonely and cold when Yuuji is not around.

The doubts gnaw at him. Did he really turn Yuuji into his toy? Is that what he is? All those months, Sukuna was convinced this was the case. But do you hold a toy every night and cuddle it in the mornings? Do you try to read every wish from your toy's eyes just to make them smile and be happy?

Sukuna was so sure he was doing this out of sadistic pleasure. And it was that way in the beginning, at least. But somehow, things have mutated into something different.

Somehow, when Yuuji looks at him with a sweet smile on his face and nothing but love in his eyes while gently caressing the short hair at the nape of Sukuna's neck, Sukuna isn't sure anymore what this is.

Sometimes, it feels like Sukuna is drowning. Drowning in Yuuji's sweetness. In the sweet, syrupy feeling of his love. It feels like he is underwater, and he can't breathe. He knows he has to swim back to the surface again, but he can't move.

They are in the park again, taking an evening stroll, looking at the pumpkin figures lining the parkway. The air is thick this evening, loaded with almost tangible electricity. Sukuna can feel a tingle under his skin when he lifts his head to see the dark grey clouds gathering in the sky behind their apartment.

Thunder grumbles in the distance, and the first lightning flashes across the blackened sky when the first raindrops start falling.

It's an imposing scenery, carrying a fateful promise. Sukuna blinks, huffing at his thoughts. But he still reaches out to trail his fingers down Yuuji's back and let them come to rest on the small of the boy's back.

"Let's get back inside. All hell is going to break loose soon."

Yuuji chuckles softly as a big raindrop lands on Sukuna's nose. He grabs Sukuna's hand and starts running, pulling Sukuna with him as the rain gets heavier. Yuuji's laughter carries through the air, and his firm, warm hand never lets go of Sukuna until they have reached the entrance to their apartment building complex, both already drenched from the rain.

Yuuji laughs, which turns into a groan when Sukuna presses him against the elevator wall, claiming his lips in a hungry kiss. He doesn't know why he is so hungry for the boy right now, but something in him wants Yuuji so much that he doesn't see why he should rein his desires in.

When they enter the penthouse, the sky outside is completely black, dark clouds swallowing the rest of the daylight, bringing an early night that gets illuminated by flickering lightning streaking through the dark sky.

They leave the lights off, too busy kissing and tearing at each other's clothes as if they are filled with the same restless electricity as the thunderstorm raging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

Yuuji's hands are on Sukuna's shirt, pulling it up, strong fingers brushing over Sukuna's abs. His lips are soft and warm against Sukuna's, tasting sweet like the chocolate pumpkin muffin Sukuna bought for him in the park.

They stumble to the bedroom, undressing each other hastily on the way while still stealing kisses, as if they are two magnets drawn together, needing to be close, needing to touch and kiss and feel the other pressed against them at all times.

Sukuna thinks it might have something to do with the thunderstorm and the strange crackling in the air. Maybe it speaks to their souls. Maybe it tugs on the red string connecting them, pulling them closer, demanding them to devour each other, wanting to fill that hole in their souls that was left when they got separated.

He cannot explain the urgency of their kisses and touches otherwise. But he knows he has a hunger for the boy that cannot be stilled if he doesn't claim him right now.

They reach their bedroom, dropping the last items of clothing on the floor, groaning into their urgent kiss as their naked bodies press against each other, skin on skin, firm muscles flexing against each other, hard cocks touching.

Sukuna laughs softly when Yuuji places two strong hands on Sukuna's chest and pushes him, making the King of Curses fall backward onto the bed, where he lands on his back, sprawled out in all his naked glory on the soft silk sheets, looking up at his lover with amusement and arousal in his light blue eyes.

He likes it when the brat gets so needy for him that he uses his strength on Sukuna. The display of power is arousing. Itadori Yuuji is a worthy lover, strong and powerful. Sukuna's lips lift in a smirk as he watches the boy crawl on top of him, desire glowing in his golden eyes, muscles flexed, pre-cum dripping down onto Sukuna's abs.

He is beautiful, so beautiful in the way he craves Sukuna. It makes something in Sukuna's chest throb. His fingers tangle in soft pink hair as he pulls Yuuji down into another deep kiss, licking hungrily into his mouth.

The thunderstorm rages outside the floor-length windows, with thunder crashing loudly and rain pouring heavily from the sky and hitting the windows opposite the large bed.

Yuuji positions himself on Sukuna's lap, and a bolt of bright yellow lightning flashes over the sky behind him as he sinks down on Sukuna's cock, making both of them gasp.

There's something in the atmosphere tonight. Something is different. Something changed, but Sukuna can't put his finger on it. It's like he can feel the electricity of the lightning bolts curse through his body, making him more aware and feeling more awake than ever before.

He's breathing heavily, his hands gripping Yuuji's hips tightly, looking up at his lover curiously. Yuuji is riding him with so much abandon. Despite his initial urgency to get into bed with Sukuna, he is taking his time now, bouncing slowly on Sukuna's cock, taking him so deep anytime he sits down fully on him as if he wants to savor every second of their union.

He moans Sukuna's name, loud and sweet. His strong hands are on Sukuna's chest, bracing himself on the firm muscles, his nails digging slightly into Sukuna's skin, his cock twitching anytime he sinks down on Sukuna's cock.

He is so utterly devoted to Sukuna. So utterly his.

Sukuna can't help it. A long, low moan finds its way out of his mouth, and his hips buck. He rolls them upwards slowly, fucking into Yuuji, his moans growing louder.

He doesn't find it in himself to hold back tonight. He can't remember why he should.

"Yuuji... Yuuji."

Sukuna has lived for over a thousand years, but this is the first time he finds himself moaning someone's name.

It falls from his lips like a prayer, like he is kneeling in his temple, asking the Gods for their favor. But he can't find anything wrong with this. It sounds so right to his ears. Isn't this how things were always meant to be between him and Yuuji? Isn't this what fate has written on the pages of both their life stories in blood-red ink? They were meant to find each other. They were meant to be bound together for all eternity.

Yuuji cries out softly, fingers digging into Sukuna's pecs, as he lifts himself up and down on Sukuna's hard length, so thorough, so sweet, so passionate.

The praise falls naturally from Sukuna's lips as he looks up at this lover.

"You're riding me so sweetly, baby. Such a sweet boy."

And Yuuji clenches around him, crying out softly,

"Ah! Ah! Kuna...I... I love you, baby! Oh god..."

It's so cute how he reacts to Sukuna's praise, dripping more pre-cum on his abs, tightening around him, mewling and sobbing Sukuna's name.

And Sukuna wonders why he didn't try to claim the boy sooner. Why did he never see the potential? Why did he never see how good they are together? All those wasted years. All that time tormenting the brat when he could have had him bouncing on his cock and moaning his name!

Sukuna's mind is hazy, clouded by pleasure, hypnotized by the loud thunder cracking outside the window and the rain drumming rhythmically against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A strange warmth is making its home in his chest. His hands tighten on Yuuji's hips as he is suddenly overcome by the need to claim.

Sukuna flips them over quickly, eliciting a surprised gasp from Yuuji, but it turns into another loud, needy moan when Sukuna pushes his cock into him again. Yuuji welcomes him instantly, wrapping his legs around Sukuna's hips, tangling his fingers in his hair, and moaning loudly as he throws his head back on the silk pillow.

Sukuna rolls his hips slowly, fucking into his boy deep and through, making sure to take it slow and sweet, just like Yuuji did when worshipping his cock a moment ago.

Yuuji is writhing beneath him, head thrown back, tousled pink hair spread over the black silk pillow. His eyes are closed, mouth opening in soft moans of Sukuna's name.

His legs are wrapped around Sukuna's hips tightly, hands wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's back. It's cute how lost in pleasure he is. Finally, one hand finds its way into Sukuna's hair and twists it in his fist. The other is digging into Sukuna's back almost painfully. Clinging to him, so desperate for him, so needy. It makes Sukuna's head spin, and the warmth in his chest increases to an almost burning sensation.

But he forces himself to keep the slow pace. He wants it to be a slow fuck. Wants it to be intense. Special. He wants to see his power over the boy, needs to wrap himself in it.

"Yuuji. Look at me."

He realizes it's a mistake as soon as Yuuji opens his eyes. Love, desire, and adoration look back at him, so powerful that it makes Sukuna's eyes widen. It feels like he is getting consumed by the fire burning in his chest, right where their souls were connected before the separation.

Yuuji's strong legs tighten around Sukuna's hips, and his fingers dig into the muscles on Sukuna's back as a row of needy whines escapes the boy's lips.

"Feels so good, baby!! Ah, Sukuna! You're making such sweet love to me tonight!"

Sukuna's hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside the boy as realization washes over him. It's true. They aren't fucking. They're making love. That's what this is, right? Is it part of the act? Yuuji craves this, so Sukuna gives it to him to make it look like what they have is real? But somehow, the explanation sounds wrong.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

The words have left Sukuna's mouth without him planning them. They are both an act and the truth. If that's even possible. Sukuna's brain is foggy. The thunderstorm, this burning sensation in his chest, the enticing look in Yuuji's eyes...

Another loud moan escapes Sukuna's lips, and a raw emotion takes hold of him. This one is familiar, at least. Possessiveness. Red, hot, and velvety.

"Mine," he growls as he snaps his hips again, pushing deep into Yuuji.

A desperate-sounding sob escapes the boy's lips. His hands slide down Sukuna's back to land on his ass, nails digging into the taut flesh as if he's trying to get Sukuna even deeper into him.

"Yes, yes! I'm yours, Sukuna. Only yours."

Those words would be enough to satisfy the hunger raging in Sukuna's blood. But Yuuji continues. His voice is raspy, thick with emotion when he says the next words,

"I'll be yours forever. And you'll always be mine, too."

Another lightning bolt lights up the sky behind them, its light flickering over Yuuji's pretty face. His eyes glow golden like two full moons as he looks deeply into Sukuna's eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he cries out, and his body tenses up under Sukuna. His hot cum hits Sukuna's abs and chest, painting his skin with Yuuji's claim on him.

Thunder rumbles loudly, and Sukuna feels himself falling. Falling into Yuuji, falling into his warmth and love that is so all-consuming and powerful, he feels himself getting dragged under. A broken moan escapes his lips as his hips press tightly against the boy, body shuddering in pleasure, his face buried in Yuuji's neck, teeth grazing his skin when he mutters,

"Yes, I'm yours, Yuuji. Oh fuck, baby!"

His orgasm floods all his senses, making him moan uncontrollably as his cock pulses inside Yuuji, giving the boy every single drop of his seed, fucking it deep into him.

It is only when his cock stops twitching, and his breathing calms that Sukuna feels a sudden worry tug at his mind. As if he is finally able to hear an alarm bell ringing over the loud crashes of thunder. An increasing dread slowly taking hold of him.

Something went horribly wrong.

The whole weight of his words crashes down on Sukuna.

I'm yours, Yuuji.

What did he do?

This isn't how this was planned! Of course, Yuuji is his. Of course, the boy belongs to Sukuna! That is as clear as day! But now Sukuna is Yuuji's too? This isn't how things are supposed to go!

Did he make a vow with the boy?

To his horror, Sukuna knows the answer to that. Yes, he did. He bound himself to Yuuji. But what's even more terrifying is that little voice in the back of his mind that whispers to him that this shouldn't come as such a surprise to him.

And Sukuna realizes with a terrible sinking feeling that it is true. He is Yuuji's. He probably has been Yuuji's for a while.

Somehow, at some point in the last few months, their dynamic must have shifted. It must have happened gradually, so Sukuna didn't realize it while it was happening. As if the tables were turned, and he was the prey that was unknowingly getting stalked by a predator who followed him around patiently until he finally could dig his claws into him.

It must have been the movie nights, the dinners, the meals and sweet treats Yuuji cooked and baked for him, the loud laughs, the golden eyes full of genuine affection and love, the morning runs, the visits to the shrine, the nights in each other's arms. All those small things must have added up until they became so powerful they managed to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Yuuji is Sukuna's. But Sukuna is Yuuji's too.

And just like that, Sukuna's world shatters.

His plan seemed so flawless. It was all just a little fun, a cruel entertainment for the King. But without realizing it, at some point, he apparently began to play himself.

Thunder crashes so loudly behind him that Sukuna thinks he can feel the whole room vibrate.

Sukuna lifts his head off Yuuij's shoulder to stare at him with wide blue eyes that must show the terror he feels. But Yuuji is oblivious to it. He is beaming up at Sukuna, golden eyes full of love, his smile as dazzling and warm as the sun.

He puts a hand on Sukuna's cheek, cupping his face tenderly and caressing it with so much care and love.

"That was amazing, baby. I love you… Can we please stay like that? I want to feel you inside me a bit longer."

All Sukuna can do is nod slightly as he still stares into those terrifyingly warm golden eyes while in his head, he is screaming at the brat,

What did you do to me?? What did you do??

Oh, the sweet moment when our King realizes he is fucked ;)

Thank you so much for reading!! I am sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I was working on my Halloween stories, so I had to put Separation Anxiety on a short break, but now I can focus on it again.

The cover version of "Crazy in Love" by Eden Project had a huge effect on me the first time I discovered it. I immediately saw this sex scene between Yuuji and Sukuna playing in my mind. So, this scene was one of the first ones I wrote for this AU. It was so important to me that I saved it in a separate file. So yeah, it is a big thing for me that I could finally publish this scene!! I hope you liked it and could see the scene in your head too.

Thank you so much for your patience. It means so much to me that people read this story and enjoy it!!

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.