Secret Santa Gift- Yandere Sukuna Ryomen (College AU!) Headcanons/Snippets

A/N:For@lifeofmisssugarpink ! You may notice I don’t write for JJK, and that’s because I don’t. /lh

Buuuut this person straight up has a “Sukuna simp” stamp so I had to whip up something with some help from betas who could look over and go “uh gee that sounds like rat ass.” Honestly she very much deserves a follow as she reposts some hot ass dark content JJK fic and is also a fucking phenomenal artist, as referenced in the headcanons/snippets below.

This is my first time writing JJK ever and I’m starting with the antagonist. Oh the life of a villain fucker is never done.

Ship:Yandere!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

Genre:Smut/Slice of Life(?) not sure how to categorize this, romance(???)

Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT,DARK CONTENT, open ending (I’m sorry I did not write you getting destroyed by sukuna’s monster peepee but I did write the build up to it!), Yandere,Stalking, Upperclassman!Sukuna, Pretty much a Scumbag!Sukuna too, Non/Dubcon, sexual coercion at the end, Sukuna is a disguised demon looking for someone to bear his offspring but I forgot to include that, so technically breeding would happen(?), manipulation

Word Count:641

-It started out so easy, so simple.

-You were always in the campus’s library, 11 am to 1:30 pm, studying and eating lunch by yourself. You were entertained by scrolling on your phone and occasionally a friend would join you… but most of the time you scrolled on your phone.

-It was a perfect opening for the cool upperclassmen Ryomen Sukuna to approach you and finally begin his process of cornering you into his cage.

-He’d tease you initially, coming across as some playful flirt all to lower your defenses.

———

“Ah, there you are!” Ryomen greeted you, then leaned on the table your books and laptop were on, “How are you? Have you eaten yet?”

Personally he didn’t care all too much about these trivial matters- he knew you already ate. He watched you do so. He also knew your day was fine except for the weird lowerclassman in your first period who wouldn’t shut up about some anime you clearly weren’t into.

———

-He’s kept his distance as you were good at playing coy and being shy. That is, until one day, he caught a glance of your laptop as you drew.

-To be honest, he should be quite flattered you were drawing him like he was some kind of god. I mean, you didn’t know he was an ancient cursed demon disguising himself as a student here in the hopes of finding someone like you, so the fact that you made such a connection only impressed him further.

-You nearly aspirated your coffee when Sukuna rested his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with surprised doe eyes then quickly shut your computer, feeling panic rising in your chest. You’d been caught simping.

———

“That’s a beautiful picture, it should be printed out,” he cooed down with a hair of something… different to his tone. You feared the worst, that he was rejecting a silly little simp like you, and you began to panic and apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry! I wanted to ask you about possibly modeling for my digital art class this semester, but I didn’t have any of your contact information… if you want I can delete it, just-“

“Oh, no. I love it, trust me,” he played with a loose tendril of your hair and squeezed your face between the index finger and the thumb of his other hand, “I’d actually like a copy. I want to see what you got right versus just from seeing me like this every day.”

———

-You’d exchanged phone numbers that afternoon and began texting that night. You didn’t know what to expect when you sent him that art piece.

-What you didn’t expect was him asking if you’d like to see his body in person to see where you could fix it.

-To be honest, you weren’t the most thrilled at the concept of fixing the piece since it was already done and shaded but… like, who would say no to seeing the hot reliable upperclassman without clothes on???

-You certainly wouldn’t.

———

“Haha… whaaat are you doing, Ryomen?” You managed out nervously, body pressed against the men’s locker room lockers of the campus rec center, “This is a little weird.”

“You can’t be this dense. Come on now, did you seriously think I was going to let you go after you got to ogle me without clothes to make sure you were ‘correct’ with your art?”

The warmth in his voice practically evaporated, he was now mocking and cruel. Each time you tried to writhe away from under him he pressed harder, soon coming to realize you weren’t going to give in easily. He sighed and held the base of your neck against the lockers and rutted his hips violently into yours.

“I think you know exactly how you can pay me back, cumslut.”