Sweet Dreams

pairing: friend’s older brother sukuna x reader

summary: Getting carried away at one of Yuji’s sleepovers was probably a bad idea, but waking up to his brother eating you out was not on your bingo card.

warnings: small age gap (reader is 21, sukuna is 25), dub-con/non-con just in case, somnophilia in the beginning, creampie, groping, pervy sukuna, cunnilingus, semi-public sex, fingering, piv, corruption, unprotected sex

a/n: was gonna be shorter, but I got carried away lol

Divider by: @/enchanthings

It was supposed to be just a few rounds, yet as the hours went by you began to regret challenging your friends to Smash Bros. Not only did you get your ass whooped by all three of them an embarrassing amount of times, but going along with Nobara’s game of taking a shot every time someone loses a stock left you absolutely hammered. Making the fights more interesting, my ass.

However, it was good to finally have times like this again. This semester was such a pain so chilling at the Itadori household was a good way for you to recharge yourself for next year. Although you were a little miffed Sukuna wasn’t here. No big deal, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen him. Maybe he could’ve taught you some tricks on how not to suck.

You briefly snapped back to reality at the sound of Nobara yelling. Apparently Yuji was so wasted his character kept falling off the stage, much to her annoyance.

Ugh, they were so loud.

Slowly but unsteadily, you got up from the couch you were sitting on, needing to change your surroundings. The room seemed to spin in your vision, making you blink a couple of times to reorient yourself. Ignoring the bickering, you tried your best to navigate…somewhere. The kitchen maybe. Some water would do you some g—fuck you just tripped over something. You’re on the floor now. Looking up, you see Megumi lying across one of the couches passed out, one leg dangling off onto the floor.

What a heavy sleeper.

Eventually you managed to stumble your way out of the living room and down the hallway. You could’ve sworn the kitchen was this way, but everything was so spinny you could care less anymore. Opening a door, you staggered into a spacious room, taking in your surroundings as you tried to stay upright. Seems like you walked into a bedroom, but you couldn’t tell whether it was Yuji’s or Sukuna’s. Either way, you were too dizzy to care and needed to lay down now.

You flopped onto the bed, already succumbing to sleep. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind. It’ll just be a minute or two.

A few minutes.

A few hours.

Just like you, Sukuna had not expected to find you still sprawled across his bed, fast asleep. He was annoyed at first coming home to see his brother and idiot friends passed out with cups lying around and his room door ajar, but it doesn’t look like you broke anything.

It’d be best to get you out of his room though, since you were taking up space.

But you looked so comfortable there, and it’d be a shame to kick you out now.

Deciding against it, he quietly closed the door behind him making sure not to make any noise, setting his bag down as he approached you. A grin spread across his face as he stood there, hands in pockets taking in your sleeping form. It’s not the first time time he’s seen you sleep, but it felt much different when he had you all to himself. You look so peaceful with the moonlight illuminating your features and your hair splayed around your head like a halo.

He really didn’t know what had gotten into him lately. From his first impression of you many months prior, he saw as you as another one of his brother’s rambunctious friends, who’d likely team up with the Kugisaki brat to give him a headache, but it turns out you’re very respectful, maybe a little shy and pretty to boot. While he didn’t really think much of you in the beginning, he kinda figured that you had a crush on him, never missing the way you tried to hide your giddy smile from his praise whenever he taught you something new in a video game, or the way you fiddled with your fingers whenever you found him sitting a bit too close to you on the couch. It was cute honestly.

However as time went on, this twisted affection that had started to bloom within him had him wanting more. If you did have a thing for him, you sure didn’t act on it which was fair. You were there to hang out with his brother, and him being a few years older probably intimidated you a bit. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were inexperienced with how sweet and reserved you were. Waiting for a sick fuck like him to defile you.

He got on his knees to bring himself to your level and took a strand of your hair between his fingers, twirling it. From what he remembered, you must’ve been a lightweight so it probably didn’t take you much to have you out like this.

“Poor thing,” he murmured to himself, the small sympathetic part of him wanted to throw a blanket over you. His hand left your hair to brush his knuckles against your cheek, almost wanting to pinch it. A small sigh escaped your lips from that bit of contact, nuzzling into his palm as if seeking more of his warmth. You really do like me huh?

He let this hand rest there a bit longer, until he nudged down more of your loose sweatshirt off your shoulder giving him more of a glimpse at your exposed skin. It was a challenge to hold back the urge to mark it, leave evidence of his claim over you. But he can wait. No need to ruin this perfect opportunity.

His hand continued its exploration, slowly and gently trailing across your neck, briefly stopping right over that spot where he could feel your pulse beneath his fingers. Tracing over the fine line of your collarbone, deciding to linger there intrigued by how pronounced it was against your soft skin. It was a nice feeling, seeing how you contrasted with his callousness.

Sukuna paused when he heard you make a little noise and move around a bit, making him lose what little composure he had left. Quietly, he climbed onto the bed over you, the bed dipping under his weight. God you looked so cute,and he had no doubt you tasted as sweet as you looked. He splayed a hand over your stomach near the hem of your shirt, before it moved lower sliding down your leggings to reveal your pretty laced panties.

He brushed a thumb over the fabric, scoffing at what he felt.

Dry.

No matter, nothing he couldn't fix. With his gaze briefly glancing over to your sleeping face (not that it mattered much to him whether or not you were awake), he began to rub little circles over your panty clad pussy—smiling when he felt a wet patch starting to bloom there.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he said to himself, pulling down your panties to expose your glistening cunt. Eyeing your tits with a longing glance, he was careful to unclip your bra with his other hand to not disturb your peace as he began to tease your folds. He had to bite back a curse at the sight of them.

Tentatively, he brushed over one of them gently before cupping it. He could already feel you starting to jerk a bit and with your breathing starting to hitch, but he doesn’t let up, taking glee in getting you off to whatever dirty little dream you were having. However he didn’t expect his sweet girl to be such a heavy sleeper even with the alcohol. It made him wonder what else he could get away with while he continued kneading your bouncy tit while rolling your nipple.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” he whispered, moving back down between the warm heat of your thighs, giving your cunt a deep inhale, his eyelids drooping slightlyt . He could tell you weren’t completely wet, but the effect he had on your arousal was working to get there. Sukuna starts to lap at your entrance softly, making sure his grip on your thighs wasn’t too harsh as he tasted the juices you leaked.

From his tongue and finger alone he can tell you very tight you were, and he could only imagine what it’d be like to have you clenched around his cock. Maybe he’d consider giving you just the tip, but right now he can’t get enough of having his face buried inside you.

Letting out a small grunt, Sukuna’s grip on your thighs became a bit tighter as he plunged his tongue deeper. His tongue slides against your gummy walls, curling and alternating between fucking you in and out and making sure not to neglect your clit by swirling around it.

He hears you whimper softly, probably a hint that you’ll wake up soon, but it hardly mattered to him. The taste of your juices was too good for him to stop now. Pulling you closer to his face, his mouth opens wider to take in as much of you as he could. The tent in his pants had swollen up to the point it was almost painful, desperate to give you what you needed.

He applied a bit more pressure to your clit, while slowly stretching you out with a finger while you were none the wiser to the dam bursting with you squirting on his face, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

Suddenly your eyes fluttered open—heavy with sleep, and your brain muddled in confusion as you tried to adjust to the blurry darkness of your surroundings. Then as tonight’s previous events start coming back to you, your eyes shift to Sukuna’s pink locks between your legs, rousing you from sleepiness like a freight train.

When did he get here?

You blinked a few times, just to make sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, but the scent of him and the stickiness between your thighs made it too hard to disbelieve.

But you had to be dreaming.

Right?

You lay there frozen, going through an onslaught of emotions as he continued to kiss and whisper sweet nothings along your breasts while coating his fingers with your slickness as he kept stroking your puffy lips. Maybe he was drunk. Surely if you said something, he’d stop right?

But you couldn’t find the words to speak through your turmoil. He should know this was wrong but at the same time you didn’t really want him to stop. This little secret moment between you two, it was risky but entertaining in a way that made you want to cherish it as long as you could.

Then you heard mumble something about ‘just the tip’ as he started to slide down his pants, making you jump instinctively.

“S-Sukuna?” you rasped.

He paused briefly, eyes boring into yours before smug grin stretched his features.

“Oops,” he exclaimed, eyes widening in shock as if feigning innocence. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

All you could do was stare. Stare wordlessly into his crimson gaze searching for some semblance of guilt. You don’t know what why with knowing him, but you half-expected him to apologize, maybe giving an excuse that he's pent up and got lost in the heat of the moment.

“What’s with that look?” he asked, still nonchalant, using his free hand to cup your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across it.

Wow, he really felt no shame.

“S-Sukuna” you stuttered finally managing to find your voice. “We—you can’t—shouldn't be doing this. Your brother’s literally in the—

“Well, I guess we better keep quiet then.” then he’s pulling off shirt and tossing it aside—your heartbeat feeling like it stopped at the sight of muscular physique and toned abs, eyes trailing the ink of his tattoos down to his—before you shifted your focus back to the situation as he crawled to the space beside you.

“Ah—wait a minute!” you yelp, trying to squirm away but he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt the warmth of him against your back.

“Relax. I’ve been waiting to taste you for a while now, and you somehow end up in my bed and expect me to pass on that?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just let me help you go back to sleep.” He uses his knee to part between your legs, and every nerve in your body tingles as he pressed his cock against your ass. “Feel that?” his voice drops sinisterly low, rutting the head of it against your plushness to emphasize. “How I’m about to split you on this.

What is even happening right now?!

You started to tremble a bit in both nervousness and anticipation as he stroked the tip of his cock along your entrance, covering your mouth to hold back the loud gasp as he slid between your puffy walls—taking him in greedily as if to let him know you’ve been dying for this. Barely in, and he was already losing his mind from how soft you were—groaning from the way you pulsed around him.

“Squeezin’ me so good,” he breathes against your neck.

His pace started out slow and gentle, a shallow grind of hips rather than a full on thrust, letting his length sink deeper between your folds then pulled back—teasingly back and forth, your slick coating him each time he rolled forward with how wet you were. Still, it already felt like too much, with you biting your lip and hugging the pillow tight—not believing he was inside of you. You hoped and prayed everyone else was still asleep, not hearing the high-pitched keen that barely escaped your lips.

“You like it too don’t ya?” he slurs, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin as he keeps a firm grip on your waist. “Bet you’ve been aching for this as much—fuck—you’re doing good. Just…relax.”

You could only give a whimper in response to the praise, feeling a bit pleased through your addled mind now that you managed to survive taking in his massive size. A shudder runs through you from his low groan he lets against your shoulder, thighs grazing against the back of yours as he sank his length deeper, stretching you in a way that has you grinding against him.

“Y’feel-so good. You’re killing me.”he grunts, burrowing his face into your shoulder as his thrusts keep that steady pace—practically tormenting you with pleasure by dragging it out, sliding in and out of your soaked entrance as if trying to memorize the shape of your walls. “So fuckin’ good.” His fingers slide down to rub gentle circles along your clit, chuckling with glee with every sharp gasp he forced from you. “Knew you—liked me. Cute little girl.”

His thrusts starts to pick up, every slide against your walls knocking the wind from you, making you shut your eyes—clutching the pillow tightly as you burrowed your face in trying to hone down the embarrassing noises you’re making—to drown out the way he fucks you as if he owns your mind and body. You didn’t know what should disturb It should disturb you more, how he’s taking advantage of you, the curiosity of how long he’s been waiting for this—wanting you

Or how these thoughts have you clenching around him, needing more.

“ ‘s okay— being such a good toy for me baby,” he pressed soft kisses to your neck, a trail of fire simmering down your spine as his hand roamed your body, trailing over the curves of your waist up to cup one of your breasts. His thumb toying your nipple. A depraved ground left his throat when he felt you clenching him tighter from the sensations. “That’s it, baby.”

He raises his head to look over towards you still using his pillow to cover your face. “Don’t tell me—still feeling shy? Haven’t you been wanting this too? For me to fuck you silly?” his thrusts started to become erratic as he kept fucking you in and out. “Being my little slut? You been keeping this pussy nice and tight just for me—fuck—bet you’ve never had man touch you before me, hmm?”

“S-shit-getting close,” your muffle barely audible over the slick sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room, but he knew what you meant regardless.

“Already, brat? You sure?” he asks playfully, still teasing your pebbled nipple. “Gotta be louder than that. Can’t even look me in the eye.” His cock was so deep inside it was hitting your cervix, leaving you a blubbering mess, soaking the pillow with your drool and tears, nails digging into the mattress.

“Gotta do better than that,” his pace suddenly stills, slowly pulling out enough to barely tease your entrance, grinning when you made a cute little whine.

“P-please!” you whimper bringing your head up and turning to look back to meet his lust-filled gaze, fully succumbing to him and pleading the word over and over again.

Then he starts rutting into you again, reveling in your pretty-tear streaked face, your excessive wetness that coated him. His hand moved back to down to play with your clit a bit more harshly this time, pressing his face into your shoulder again from your pretty moans making his cock twitch. Whispering both praises and deranged things as his gripped tightened like he was trying to mold you into him, giving you few more firm deep thrusts before his release built up to a head, coming hard inside of you with shaky breaths, coating your walls your walls white, mixing with your own climax. His voice muffling into your shoulder with your broken mewl, his cock still pulsing inside you as kept hold of you waiting tremors to relax, as you fell limp beside him.

He stayed like that inside you for a bit longer to catch his breath, before gently sliding out to turn you around and pull you into his embrace, his lips softly pressing against yours, whispering coaxing words that were you were hardly comprehending through your haze. “You took me so fucking well, baby”

“Mm hmm,” you heard him say something, but you being so tired was a bigger importance to you right now. Your eyelids started to grow heavy, breaths starting to become softer.

“Hey”, he shook you lightly “I need to you cleaned up” but his words fell on deaf ears, with already dozed off in someone sweet faraway dream. Gently, he lessened his grip on you, keeping you propped up bit with soft pillow against the headboard as he kept studying your peaceful expression with that same morbid affection that has yet to wither. Snapping out of his trance when you twitched a bit, he went to the bathroom and came back with a damp towel and some other utilities, stripping off your already undone clothes to clean up all the evidence from tonight’s events, looking almost just the way he found you.

After freshening up himself, he slides under the covers beside, a little surprised to see your small body curling into his, nuzzling into his side with one arm draped across his chest. His arm slipped around you, keeping you close and warm. He gazed up at the ceiling, reminiscing about good you felt, the tightness as if you were made just for him. Honestly, he expected a more resistant reaction when you woke up from that first orgasm, but no gave in quite easily. His only regret not being able to do this sooner if he’d known how quick it was for you to let go. Well that, and not getting you on your back a second time, taunting you as tears flowed down your cheeks, as his body moved against your small frame.

But right now he was exhausted. Rubbing little circles along your skin, he lets those thoughts simmer in his mind for now, satisfied with you kn the haven that was his bed. Yawning and deciding to succumb to a slight slumber, he hoped he doesn’t keep you here too long before the others notice.

taglist: @angryflowerwitch @blcknebula @dayarncollector

are there any jjk writer accounts with a small following i can show love & support to ? 💕 most of them are so overlooked and it’s so disheartening to see. :((

if you know of any, please tag them below (or just mention yourself, if this post relates to you) ! i’m going to sleep so i’ll do my own searching tomorrow too ! ᝰ.ᐟ

@belimah @w0rm3y @softtashoney @suku-enthusiasts @cinnywinny @willowedlovetrees @sushinami @st4rlightisa

after sex with sukuna, your body isn’t yours for a while.

not really. not when your thighs are still twitching, and your cunt’s still leaking, and he’s still there, watching you fall apart in the ruin he made.

he likes loves the mess. likes what it means. doesn’t care that you’re sore or shivering or barely coherent—if anything, that’s part of the appeal. it’s not enough for him to fuck you. not enough to cum inside you. no, sukuna wants to see it drip. wants to taste it after. wants to bury his face between your legs and lick every drop of himself back out like it belongs to him. because it does.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he moves again.

your legs are heavy. your chest’s still heaving. your whole body’s pulsing in aftershocks from how hard he fucked you—rough and fast, hand on your throat, hips unrelenting, cock shoved so deep you still feel him inside, even though he’s not. even though he’s already pulled out and left you aching.

you don’t realize he’s gone until the mattress shifts at your feet. until you blink your eyes open and see him between your legs again. crouched. staring.

“what are you doing,” you whisper, voice cracked.

you try to close your legs and he laughs.

that mean little grunt of a sound, deep in his chest, all teeth. “don’t be shy now,” he says, hand already flattening over your thigh to keep you open, wide, spread, ruined. “you let me fuck it, you let me fill it—what, now you wanna act all modest?”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. doesn’t need one.

because he’s already got his face between your legs again, tongue dragging slow and low through the mess he left inside you, and fuck, it’s so much worse this time—so much worse when it’s not about pleasure, not about your orgasm, not about anything soft or sweet.

it’s filthy. it’s disgusting. it’s him chasing the taste of his own cum out of you like he’s thirsty for it, like he wants to drink every last drop just to remind you who it belongs to.

he groans like you’re dinner. he growls like you’re prey. slurping it up like he’d bite if he weren’t too busy licking.

“messy little thing,” he mutters into your cunt, mouth still full. “can’t even hold it in, huh?”

you shake your head. you’re crying again, probably. overstimulated and twitching and raw all over, but his grip doesn’t soften, doesn’t let you run. he just goes deeper, tongue fucking into you like he wants to stir it back out, like he wants to savor the way it spills from you, thick and warm and still dripping down your thighs.

and when you flinch—when you try to squirm away, useless little whimper in your throat—he drags his tongue all the way up and spits it back on your pussy.

“tastes better like this,” he says, like he’s just talking to himself now. “you. me. all mixed together.” another slow lick. another long groan. “like you were made to keep me inside you.”

you shake your head. you can’t even look at him—but he makes you.

grabs your chin with one wet hand and forces your gaze down—makes you watch him tongue through the mess between your legs like a man possessed. messy. loud. claiming you all over again.

“that’s what i thought,” he says, licking his lips. “good girl.”

top 5 (technically 15) jjk writers but no one asked

jujutsu kaisen only..

literally no one asked for this but I hope some accounts get more recognition from this.

this is NOT in order from how much I like the accounts this is just a list of accounts

top 5 writing accounts

@sukunahs - has some genuinely heart wrenching and amazing stories. sukuna x reader focused. writes everything and anything its amazing and I love them. (I'd recommend reading To Distant Lands. it made me sob)

@madamechrissy - I have cried to her fics more times then I'd like to admit. amazing at writing smut, fluff, angst. basically a jack of all trades. (reccomend reading Pour It Up, super interesting premise and very well written)

@5yzygy - another sukuna centric blog, mostly writing smut, but ofc they write angst and fluff too. great vibes all around BE CAREFUL IF YOUR ADVERSE TO REALLLYYY FREAKY STUFF(nothing ilegal)

(recommend reading Someone Call HR read the tags before you read it... you have been warned)

@blkkizzat

literally on the same freakquency wavelengths... I love it so much. not afraid to go into full details, and I love that in my writers

(recommend Make Me Sweat, Make Me Water genuinely made my mouth water...)

@gwonty

a relatively small catalogue but absolutely NO MISSES... can y'all tell I'm FREAKED OUT yet??

(recommend self sucker!gojo part 1 is good but it really just sets up for the masterpiece that is part 2)

smau writers (4)

@thebussyinspector

FREAKKKAYYYY smaus. if you wanted sub- jjk men(I do) they will provide. pegging CENTRAL

@poptherox

actually so underrated they cook SOOO goddamn hard.. I love their pre- hidden inventory yeaner gojo smaus

@bluebaerie

technically not JUST smaus but that's the main focus of their content

@saintkaylaa

makes smaus for like a millionnnn different fandoms hehe. angst hurts

5th is in next category

smaus AND regular writers (6)

@nanaslutt

currently on semi-break. smaus are 10/10, fics are appropriately kinky

@reignpage

honestly take a day off to read EVERYTHING on their account... NO MISSES.

@caramelluxe mootie

hella funny smaus and COOKS when she writes

@bluukive

is superrr creative and writes stuff ive never seen other writers touch

@retiredteabag

healthy mix of written and smau, noooo nsfw!!

@coralbae

another just genuinely good writer with a large variety

i hope these creators don't mind me tagging them :'(