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i know a have a lot of req (and i'm already working on them) but take my hand n hear me... Chicago by MJ but it's En x reader x Shin 🫦
Shin hadn't thought it would be part of his job to look for his boss's wife, but there he was: driving late at night with you in the passenger seat. It all started when En's wife ran away in the middle of the night. Shin hadn't even met her before joining the family, and his first mission was to find her, because according to En, "she couldn't have gone that far."
"Are you sure?" he asked, boredom weighing on his tone. You were the only clue left to the missing wife's whereabouts.
"Well, the last time I saw her, she was quite worried about this event, so…" you shrugged.
Your eyes drifted from the window to the man beside you. Shin was wearing a suit, as always, but something about the situation made your mind wander elsewhere. He wasn't wearing a mask, just glasses. His blue eyes were fixed on the highway as he gripped the steering wheel with only one hand. Your lower lip was slowly sucked and bited as your eyes wandered to his hand, large and firm around the steering wheel. You had been longing for those hands on you for weeks now, imagining those fingers around your neck, sinking into the flesh of your waist, or burying themselves inside you. His scent mingling with yours, filling the entire space, intoxicating your senses.
"What is it?" Shin asked, noticing your gaze on his hand.
"What will happen if we don't find your boss's wife?" you asked, adjusting yourself in the seat to suppress the urge between your legs.
Shin didn't answer immediately. But you noticed the difference in his expression, how his breath faltered for a moment, and how his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.
"If you want to tell me something, you'd better start talking," he said, changing course and slowing down.
It was your turn to hold your breath for a second. The tension between you two only grew, and being in that car so close to him was starting to affect you.
"It's nothing, I just think maybe she doesn't want to be found," you said simply.
Shin chuckled. "You're ridiculous."
Your eyes shifted to his face in seconds, clear confusion in your gaze.
"You're a terrible liar," he concluded, but not satisfied, he continued. "Do you really think I didn't notice your glances? The way you undress me with your eyes, how my name slowly slips down your tongue?" Another masculine, mocking laugh.
You felt your face heat up, but there wasn't a hint of regret or shame there. Just pure excitement.
"Don't worry, darling, I'll give you exactly what you want before I go home," he said, and your eyes traveled down his body once more.
If you were fierce before, now you were ravenous. "Will you be mine for one night?" you questioned, your body leaning slightly towards his.
Shin's eyes gleamed with amusement until they met yours. He could already feel his pants becoming tight and uncomfortable just from the sight before him. Your breasts almost spilling out of the edge of your strapless dress, your eyes shining with pure desire for him, your lips red with lipstick…
You moved closer and closer. Your quick hands went from Shin's thick thigh to the erect bulge between his legs and there you lingered, massaging and eliciting a deep sound from the blond.
"Stop…" he hissed.
"Hm, what?" You opened his pants and managed to pull his cock out, beginning to pump slowly. "Put you in my mouth? Is that it? Okay."
You didn't hesitate to start sucking him, the slightly salty taste making you moan along its length. Shin's free hand flew to your hair, unsure whether to stop your movements or encourage them.
You could barely fit it all in your mouth, but you wouldn't let your nervousness or difficulty show, specially since you wouldn't stay in that position much longer. Shin was already parking the car somewhere empty and pulling you by the hair, taking your thirsty mouth off his cock.
"I'm going to ruin you," he said seriously, looking directly into your eyes.
You almost moaned. The look, the grip of his fingers in your hair, the residual taste of him resting on your tongue…
"Back seat. Now," Shin ordered in a low, deep voice, almost a growl.
He needed all his willpower not to slap you across the face, judging by the way you were looking at him with your eyelids lowered and a satisfied little smile. You were making things difficult for him to the point where you might not even make it to the back seat. Shin couldn't take his eyes off you; he didn't want to let go of your hair, much less move his body away from yours. In truth, Shin wanted to return your mouth to his cock and fuck your throat until you gagged. It was throbbing and pulsing around your delicate fingers, glistening with your saliva.
"Fuck it. A slut like you doesn't deserve the back seat."
Shin pulled your face closer to his and crashed your lips into a hot, hurried kiss. He didn't ask permission, just shoved his tongue into your mouth and savored the taste of you both.
Things got hotter and hotter, and before you knew it, Shin's thick cock was pressing against your wet entrance, making you gasp. Your fingers now gripped his shoulder, both for balance and anticipation.
Your body burned; the slaps he'd left on your ass felt increasingly intense, along with the kisses and bites he'd left on your neck. Shin kissed you again, taking his time, seducing and distracting you as he slowly entered your wet, tight hole.
"Oh f-fuck…" Shin let out a sigh as he finally entered completely.
Your hand gripped his neck, your mouth parted over his as you swallowed each other's moans. Shin's firm hands now pulled your waist against his, sinking you like a fleshlight onto his cock.
"Aaah, yes, d-don't stop," you whimpered, rubbing against his rough thrusts.
It was almost impossible to close your eyes and miss the expression of absolute pleasure etched on Shin's flushed face. Your cunt tightened around his cock in a vicious way, stimulating him to the maximum, leaving him no option but to throw his head back and groan.
The car rocked and the windows fogged up.
Shin couldn't care less about En's wife; he wanted to disappear with you and get lost between your legs. He opened his eyes and knew you were going to finish him off, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, free from your dress in the sexiest way possible, your lower lip between your teeth and your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Shin was sure he'd crashed the car and was in paradise.
You rode him with a speed that was bringing him closer and closer to the precipice. Shin wouldn't last much longer with you being so perfect for him.
"Taking my cock so fucking well, babe… yeah fuck." Shin's deep voice rang out in a groan, and you were about to go crazy.
"S'so good, Shin…"
The kisses became wetter, the movements lost their rhythm, and the moans grew louder and more drawn out. Shin painted your walls with his thick, hot cum, while letting out one of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard. Your body collapsed against his, your legs trembled, and you pressed yourself against his chest, trying to anchor yourself after such an overwhelming orgasm.
You two simply cuddled each other for a while, taking in a little more of the warmth of each other's comforting bodies as your breathing normalized. Shin left light kisses on your temple, his hands moving up and down, from your thighs to your waist and sometimes sliding to rest on your ass.
"Are you okay?" he asked, some of that dominance having evaporated.
You just looked at him for a few seconds and kissed him. A slow and affectionate kiss, different from the previous ones. Shin pressed your body against his and you moaned, remembering that his cock was still deep inside you.
"I'm okay," you whispered.
Your fingers caressed his light hair, pushing it slightly back. Shin just watched you, a passionate look difficult to disguise.
You cleaned yourselves up and tidied yourselves as much as possible and retraced your steps to the event. An old mansion, full of eccentric sorcerers and bodies hanging from the ceiling. Shin sported a grin of pure amusement, because you couldn't walk properly and he knew he was the cause of it.
Your legs still trembled and balancing on heels wasn't the easiest task in the world, but you still volunteered to go look for En's wife. Shin loved watching from afar, your hips swaying from side to side until you disappeared into the crowd.
That night Shin didn't see you again, nor did he find his boss's wife.
Shin felt defeated and slightly worried about you. But there wasn't much more to be done and he returned to En's mansion, where he was greeted with the maximum celebration that En's mood allowed, after all, his wife had magically returned.
And there you were, walking awkwardly and trying to stay upright in those heels. Shin wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to kill you.
"…I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him." You said casually, a hand resting on En's shoulder. "What's his name again? Shin?" you let his name slip off your tongue in a way that messes with his brain.
Shin's fists clenched tightly at his sides. He wanted to strangle you.
"Yeah. I knew I could trust Shin to find you, darling. It's good that you're back." En said, holding you tightly against his body.
You hugged him back and smiled, already making up an excuse to leave. "I'll see you in a bit, I need to take a shower and rest a little. You don't mind, do you?" you asked, and En quickly shook his head.
"Shin will accompany you for now, just for your safety." En said, and you simply nodded.
The story told was that you had been kidnapped during a nighttime stroll through the city, but the truth is that you were fed up with being just another conquest for a man who only sought revenge and cared little for his own wife. Shin could barely look you in the eye once you were near him again.
"Are you mad with me?" you asked softly as you walked down the hall to your room.
Shin didn't answer; he didn't even look in your direction.
"Would I see you again if I didn't come back?" you asked, interrupting the walk and standing in front of him.
"You lied to me!" he said, struggling not to shout.
You pulled him into the room and closed the door, approaching him and pulling him by the collar of his button-down shirt.
"Would I see you again if I didn't come back?" you asked again, slowly, looking deep into the vast blue of his eyes.
Shin could still smell him on you, your body pressed against his again, your eyes so sincere. He had no choice but to kiss you deeply.
"I want you," you said, and then Shin realized there was no turning back.
And to think it all started when you bought a new toy, just something to test the waters with Suguru. If he refused, it would be funny, a mischievous smile playing on your lips just imagining his reaction; now if he accepted, it would be by far the best sexual experience of your life.
"Why are you laughing?" Suguru's velvety voice sounded, bringing you back to reality.
His brown eyes gleamed with a certain mischief, staring at your thighs pressed together. You had barely realized you had done this, just imagining what it would be like if your sweet Geto accepted your new idea.
"Hm, nothing…" you separated your legs, sitting up normally. "I'm excited, I bought a few things last week and I can't wait for them to arrive."
He just hummed in understanding and smiled slightly.
Obviously you wouldn't take it badly, nor would you force him to accept, but a pleasant chill formed in the pit of your stomach just imagining what it would be like. Regularly, your sex life was already incredible; Geto could make you forget your own name without much effort, and he talked you through it, which only intensified the sensation.
Once again, you looked at him, so handsome as if he had just stepped out of a painting, sitting on the sofa, not too far from you. Distracted by the lines of a book he had recently started, his extremely silky and soft black hair was completely loose, thrown to the side and cascading over his right shoulder. Geto exuded an absurd peace and tranquility, and you were just thinking about how someone could be so beautiful wearing only a white cotton shirt and loose black sweatpants.
You approached him, crawling across the sofa until you were snuggled up beside him, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms around his. Geto smelled of lavender and something more powdery, soft.
"Come here…" he said calmly, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap.
Geto was so caring with you, so affectionate. The silence was incredibly comfortable as he read the book, occasionally shifting position just to gently stroke your thigh.
"Want to braid my hair?" he asked after a few minutes, maybe an hour.
You were almost asleep. "Of course!"
Geto smiled gently and closed the book.
It was so easy to love him, even when it wasn't. And he made it seem the same with you; you felt that, with Geto, it was easy to be loved, even when it wasn't.
You two went up to the bedroom after a warm cup of tea. You braided his hair with all the calm in the world, feeling the strands slide easily between your fingers. Geto hummed softly, satisfied.
Your order didn't take long to arrive, and when it did, the only thing left to do was tell Geto.
"You're restless again, my dear," he pointed out.
You sat on his lap, facing him, your fingers tracing the seam of his shirt. "Sugu, my order arrived…"
"Oh, that's great." He smiled, his hands on your waist out of sheer habit. "What did you buy?"
"I was thinking about some things for us to use when we… you know." You said casually, hiding your nervousness. Which Geto found adorable.
"Don't I satisfy you well enough, beautiful?" He asked, his tone lower as he raised his hand to your chin, using his index finger to lift your chin and make you look him in the eyes.
Oh, he was so dangerous when he decided to be. Suguru's sweet eyes were now predatory, enticing.
"Of course you satisfy me, Sugu! That's not what I meant. I just wanted to surprise you, maybe reciprocate…" you said.
Suguru's sharp eyes studying you, damn, you were almost trembling under his gaze. "Yeah?" He asked.
You were feeling hot and couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or the arousal that this side of Geto always caused you.
"What do you want? Uh? For me to handcuff you?" He asked and quickly held your arms behind your back, making your chest press against his. "Want to be tied up? I personally would love to tie you up, darling." He continued, the words sliding off his tongue, almost like a purr.
You could already feel your panties getting wet while Geto felt his pants getting a little tighter. He simply loved how surrendered you were, so concerned with reciprocating, with satisfying him. Oh, he felt adored. And what better gift could satisfy him than you, tied up, blindfolded, completely at his mercy. Oh, Geto almost groaned just thinking about it. He would take such good care of you, slowly, taking his time. He would touch you carefully, run his fingertips over your skin and see you tremble just from that, under his touch, shivering just from feeling him close.
Geto moved closer, bringing his face to your neck to leave light kisses along the area. His upturned nose caressed your skin as he inhaled your scent with satisfaction.
"Sugu…" you sighed.
He pulled back just to look at you, a smug smile on his face. You were already a mess: panting, hard nipples pressing against your shirt from the lack of a bra, and your hips moving slowly against his stiff bulge.
"Yes? I'm listening, my love." He said, giving you another devastating little smile before bringing his face close to your chest and nibbling your nipple through the fabric of your shirt.
Your eyes closed and you pressed yourself harder against his obvious erection, letting out a low moan as he held your arms behind your back with just one hand.
"I bought a dildo." You blurted out, whimpering his name right after as you rubbed yourself harder against him.
"Oh, I'll be very happy fucking you with it too, love. Is that what you were imagining that day? You being fucked by me and a dildo?" Suguru laughed, so cruel. "I'll love to see you try, when you sometimes have trouble taking me whole in that tight pussy."
Oh, you were going to cum quickly just from rubbing against him while he spoke such atrocities in the sweetest voice possible. Sweet dirty talk of him.
"Ah- Sugu, please!" You begged, your pussy tightening around nothing.
Geto smiled. "Wan' that dick?" He asked, throwing his hips up, forcing his erection against you. "Or do you prefer the plastic one?" He chuckled softly as he saw you desperate for more in his lap.
"Yours, please!" You begged, biting your lower lip and writhing in his lap.
"Ah, I don't know… you kind of hurt me now, gorgeous. Is my cock really good enough for you?" He asked as he used his free hand to lower his pants just enough to free his cock. You salivated immediately. Its reddish length, with its swollen, wet head and a few whitish drops at the tip. The entire length adorned with a few veins… yours walls compressed again around nothing.
"Did you buy a bigger one? Then mine isn't big enough." He said as he slowly stroked it from bottom to top, his eyes locked on yours. Your sweet Geto could be so mean to you too. "I thought you were telling the truth every time you said—fuck… when you said it was too much for you."
You were almost crying with frustration. Geto's eyes never leaving yours as he expertly masturbated; in fact, his eyes only left yours when they rolled back, for the sheer pleasure of touching himself in front of you. Oh, what a filthy boyfriend you have.
Geto increased the speed and only stopped when he was about to stain you both with all his gooey, whitish cum. His head fell back and an obscene groan escaped his lips.
"Fuck, Sugu…" you were so aroused that you would come just from feeling him entering you. Damn, how could he be so dirty?
Geto's chest rose and fell rapidly. He let out a long sigh and looked at you again with heavy eyes and a mocking smile. "Sorry, darling. Since this one isn't good enough for you, I'll fuck you with the other one." He said slowly and released your arms.
"But, Sugu…" you began, whiny.
Your fingers soon found his length, closing around it. Suguru soon hissed, his eyes closing from the sensitivity of the near orgasm. You did exactly as he did: you brought your face close to his neck and calmly inhaled his scent, leaving kisses on his sensitive skin while your hand worked on his cock. You moved up to the tip, firmly and without haste, feeling Geto squeeze your waist and groan softly. You repeated the movement once, twice… you pulled your face away from his neck and looked innocently into his eyes before speaking:
"I didn't buy the dildo for myself, I bought it to use on you…"
Geto gasped. His face was a shade of red you had never seen before. You felt his cock tremble in your hand, throbbing. He was completely flustered. And you continued.
"He even has a harness… I swear I'll go really slow." You said as you ran your fingers through his dark hair with the hand that wasn't, now, moving quickly and deliciously on his cock.
Geto tried to laugh, another mocking laugh, just to intimidate you, but a broken groan interrupted him and soon his expression contorted in pure pleasure.
"Ha…-Ngh! S-stop!" He grabbed your hand, forcing your movements to slow down until they stopped, squeezing the base. "Ah! Fuck!" Geto managed to say between quick breaths.
"So it's a yes?" You asked hopefully.
Geto didn't answer, because he was still getting used to the idea that imagining you fucking his ass almost made him cum.
"You want to fuck my ass with a fucking strap-on?" He asked and cursed himself as he felt his cock throbbing again at the thought. Especially since your hand was still there, firmly at the base of his cock.
"Yes. Oh, I'll be so careful with you, Sugu." You said as you leaned in to kiss him.
Geto didn't hesitate, immediately pulling you closer as he slid his tongue into your mouth, devouring it.
And that's how Geto ended up in your shared bed, lying face down amidst the pillows, his hair spread across his strong back and broad shoulders, his fingers gripping the sheets and his beautiful brown eyes rolling back. Damn, you fucked so well.
"Ah, Sugu… you're so beautiful." You said. The rubbery extension slowly sliding into your boyfriend's tight hole. One of your hands was on his waist, while the other caressed his back.
“F-fuuuuuck..! Ngh-”
Your hips moved apart and together carefully, in a slow, addictive rhythm that was driving Geto crazy. Giving him pleasure had never been so satisfying; you were sinking into his every reaction, reading every little movement and sound he made. His reactions were stimulating you so much that it wouldn't be surprising if you reached your own climax just by making him reach his. The way his back arched, his hips timidly moving against yours, the way he turned his face just to look at you and give you the best view of all.
Geto managed to stand up, his head turned back, and his expression could easily have been the reason for your downfall. Watery eyes, eyebrows almost knit together, lower lip between his teeth while his cheeks were red and moist. Oh, you had never seen Suguru so submissive. “Are you okay, darling? Uh?” You questioned, once again taking the entire length of the rubber dildo to the bottom, eliciting a broken groan from Suguru.
You pulled him further back by the waist and Suguru simply followed your silent command, your skillful fingers soon closing around Geto's hitherto neglected cock. The penetration and stimulation movements now synchronized. You were in paradise: Geto ass up face down, letting out muffled moans as he bit the pillow and let himself be fucked by you.
"F-fast-ngh-er! Faster-oh my go-nggh…"
You didn't hesitate. The room was now filled with the sounds of skin against skin, your hips slamming mercilessly against Suguru's ass, and his moans. Geto had never been so vocal. I mean, obviously he talked a lot during sex, teasing you, but this? It was something completely new to you.
"Come on, Sugu… tell me how good you're feeling." You asked, feeling better than ever. “Am I doing this right? Huh?”
Geto couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. He thought this new experience would be something light, just a session of the two of you making love in the sweetest way possible. Wrong. You were messing with his mind, he couldn’t form a basic sentence. The only thing on his mind was you and the absurd way your hips charged against him, pounding his most sensitive spot as if it were nothing. Suguru couldn't speak, his open mouth only releasing moans and whimpers and tearful pleas of 'more, more, more'. Sweat stuck part of his bangs to his forehead, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes could no longer see anything but a blur.
"Fuck! S'so so so good… please don't stop, please please please…" Suguru managed to say when you buried the dildo in him, stopping masturbating him and forcing him to lie completely on the bed.
"Hmm, that didn't convince me," you said, slowing down.
You didn't want to be mean to him, but now you understood why he was so mean to you while he were balls deep. It was simply wonderful.
Your fingers found Suguru's long hair, you bent down until your lips touched his ear.
"Let me make you cum, Sugu. Be good to me and let me fuck you senseless."
You already were, but Suguru wasn't able to tell you that.
"Please, babe… please, please make me cum." Suguru begged in a whisper before burying his face in the pillow again.
You hummed in amusement, scattering kisses across his shoulders before moving brutally against him again. Suguru sobbed between moans.
"Fuck-I'm cumming-ngh! S' good, babe. So fucking good-ngh."
Suguru trembled wildly beneath you, his hips moving abruptly, rubbing his cock against the mattress, which spurted against the sheets. You were motionless, completely numb from the show Geto was giving you without even knowing it. You slowly removed the toy from inside him, and yet Geto groaned, such was his sensitivity.
"Is everything alright, Sugu? Was it too much?" you asked sweetly, your voice laced with concern.
Your fingers brushed the damp, dark strands of hair from his forehead, giving you a better view of his beautiful face, flushed and with a post-orgasm glow. Geto was still breathing urgently, but a low laugh escaped his lips.
"That was definitely too much," he said, and your heart raced.
You quickly moved closer to him and caressed his body in pure concern, but before you could start apologizing and asking if you had hurt him, Geto said:
"But not in a bad way… I mean, you finished me off, my dear." He said and gave you another tired smile. "Now come here, let me feel you."
Suguru pulled you closer, until he managed to place part of his body on top of yours. His head rested on your chest, your fingertips caressing his scalp, his hand lightly caressing your waist, almost stopping.
The truth is, you had fucked Suguru so well that he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk straight the next day. But he'll never admit it.
Let's discover your first time with your HAIKYUU hubby ❤️🔥!
1.Close your eyes and think of your HAIKYUU s/o and focus on the pictures above.
2. Select which one your eyes guide you into. You may choose a different heart per character.
3. Go under the cut to find your scenario!
Fan girl with me! I’d love to know which pile you picked and who is your hq s/o!
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PILE #ONE
body on me
01:06 ━━━━⬤─────── 04:05
Your first time will be because you both want to embrace something new in your relationship. You might be out on a very dreamy date with roses, good music, fine wine, slow dancing where your noses touch as you swayed; just the romantic fairytale-like vibe going on and it puts the two of you in the mood. He might get a little possessive during your date that just can’t take his hands off you and give you secret kisses here and there. He definitely foresees that you’ll end up in his place.
“I just wanna feel your body on me. if you want it then you got it, hold me”
You two will start off playfully. I see you getting quite shy in baring yourself in front of him and you might play hide and seek with him, hiding behind a curtain and him trying to get and catch you playfully. You might say tease, “I’m not in the mood.” He’ll respond with, “Ahh, so you want me to get you.” He has this cheeky grin on his face and you might be quietly chuckling until he finally have you in his arms. He might slowly undress you in front of him, eyes lingering on your naked body as you squirm. There’s a beautiful moonlight when all of this happens. Both of you will be taking it to the couch.
“you’re taking me there, you’re taking me there. our lips are barely touching”
There will be a prolonged oral sex for the both of you. He might order you to touch yourself as you suck his dick. You’ll be at his total service. You will love the feel of his cock in your hand. Very giving and observant on which lick or stoke gets out the best reaction out of him. You’re getting wetter as you flesh out a successful moan right from his lips. He won’t cum just from your mouth and will delay it so he can please you even more. He’ll sit you on his lap and replaced your fingers inside your pussy with his. He’s addicted with your body—your soft hands wrapped around his length, how you sound and move against him. It’s getting him more and more excited yet he doesn’t want to end things too fast. It’s like he’s unravelling you with each slow and torturous strokes until he makes you cum.
“no more wasting time. we can, we can go all night.”
He’ll put you on your back still on the couch from what I can see here, and he’ll be on top of you. He’s not the dominant kind, but there’s this masculine charm in him. There’s something in the way he looks or smirks at you that says he’s up to something really really bad. his touch is very magnetizing. You’ll feel like floating on thin air. You’ll be gasping a lot as you make love. It’s because he will be very slow and sensual, taking his time to please you like you just crave him more and more. He’ll pound on you relentlessly until you beg and cry out for him, but he will deprive you of it just as when you’re about to get there. Big on edging, because he has the self-control and the stamina to take this all night long. He might kiss your nose when you wake up if you’ll ever get some sleep, that’s what I mean. His/your neighbor definitely knows what happened.
𖦹𖦹𖦹
the moon, the fool, 8 of swords, 4 of wands, king of pentacles, 8 of cups, him: the devil*four of pentacles*wheel of fortune, you: the hermit*ten of pentacles, 4 of swords
PILE #TWO
moonlight
01:06 ━━━━⬤─────── 04:05
Hey there, honeymoon pile! Your wedding night will be your first time with your haikyuu s/o. Both of you might never have sex with anyone for a long time or ever since. This is not the fuck pile. There’s really an immense amount of passion and emotion in the way you’ll make love with each other.
“puts his lips on my neck. makes me want to give him my body. I be fallin’ for you, baby and I just can’t stop”
If you’re a female, he’s totally obsessed with your breasts. He’ll taste and lick every inch of you starting with a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips, dragging his mouth to every curve of your body like you’re a delicious food he can’t afford to waste until he drinks you down. He’s been dreaming to do this with you for a long while now. He might even have wet dreams of you and masturbated real hard in the thought of you making love like this. He’ll adore you like you’re his sun and moon altogether, singing endless praises as he goes in and out of you. He’ll be really sweet because he finally feels whole now that you are as one.
“sweet like candy but he’s such a man.”
You will feel a little anxious since you’re not used to do this. However, you want to give your all to him as he’s so warm against your skin. You’ll be heating up and craving him. Since this is your wedding night, you can be tired from all the partying but he will spoil you and hold you gently. Regardless, you’ll feel your body heating up. You’ll hold him tight and you’ll feel very horny around him.
Steamy sex is what I’m picking up in here. Each friction of his cock in your pussy will feel very hot. He will cum a lot inside of you and you’ll end up sweaty and panting. You’ll definitely feel tired after this session, but I see him curbing his desires just so you can rest.
𖦹𖦹𖦹
the hermit, the sun, 6 of wands, 10 of cups, 8 of wands, 3 of wands, justice, him: the moon*8 of cups,*2 of cups, you: hanged woman*ten of wands*three of pentacles
PILE #THREE
talking body
01:06 ━━━━⬤─────── 04:05
This is the pile that I also chose! Our haikyuu s/o is the most eager one out of all of the piles. While I was shuffling the cards, there’s this one card that kept on dropping. I thought it was just my hands getting tired so I shuffled again and a card flew flat to my face, like it just slapped me and when I flipped over it’s the same card! xD
Okay, this is another honeymoon pile, however this is a luxurious kind of honeymoon. It’ll be in an expensive hotel, scented candles aligned, there’s fresh fruits and wine on the table, bubble bath and posh robes.
Majority of you could be virgins. That’s why he’ll romance the shit out of you first. It can be that during the party, he’s already feeding you with food, whispering dirty shit against your ear, and seducing you with his glances. He’ll feel like your knight in shining armor, sweeping you off your feet.
“love, give me love. anything you want I’ll give it up. lips, lips I kiss. bite me while I taste your fingertips.”
That one card that slaps me on my face is the Strength card. You’re taming the beast in him. You might play coy and find it a little hard to loosen up, but you didn’t know how much it’s making him even harder when you play hard to get like that. He’ll be very passionate with you, heart and soul kind of lovemaking. Total daddy type, singing you praises and asking if you’re feeling alright. Right mixture of tenderness and aggression. Rough and fiery while he pounces you, but very reassuring and loving too. He might pull your hair as you suck him off but he’s saying how much he loves you and how lucky he is that he gets to marry you. When you whine under him, he’ll be like, “Oh, shit! So cute!” May blush and find it hard to keep himself together.
He will be very vocal during sex, but it will be mostly on how good you make him feel and asking you if you feel the same. He might tease you a little, “With he way you’re crying out my name, I’m sure you feel the same.”
“now if we’re talking body. you got a perfect one, so put it on me. swear it won’t take you long. if you love me right, we fuck for life, on and on and on”
He enjoys looking at your body, admiring every inch of you and loves exploring his hands through your curves. He doesn’t have a specific favorite part. He loves all of you. Penetrates you facing the mirror so you could see how perfect you are. He might get you to gush when he fingers you or while having oral sex.
You will both maintain eye contact during sex, arms around each other. It will feel like you’re giving your all to each other, finally finding the missing piece in the arms of the other. You will be inseparable after this and he might get obsessed with how you feel against him and inside you. His grunts and groans will be loud like a lion roaring but it is damn sexy as hell, while you will be a whiny baby. You will cum hard around him and he will be the same too. Both of you might tear up during orgasm, with the intensity of the sex and emotions. He’ll cuddle up with you afterwards.
This pile has 90% chance of pregnancy so make sure you get protection if you don’t want that because I’m seeing a lot of babies in my cards.
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justice*the lovers, knight of swords, knight of pentacles, 10 of pentacles, ace of pentacles, 5 of wands, him: strength*death*6 of cups*8 of pentacles, you: judgment*8 of cups*king of cups
PILE #FOUR
pillowtalk
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“reckless behavior. a place that is so pure, so dirty and raw”
Your first time with your haikyuu s/o will happen after your break-up. Hello, make-up sex pile! The both of you might hit it off with dirty talking. Enemies to lovers kind of dirty talking until you just find your lips and hands on each other with all the tension building. Aggressively pushing each other to the wall. He’ll order you around, “Stay still,” and you’ll do the same, “Don’t keep me waiting.” Mr. & Mrs. Smith vibe, really.
I don’t see you reaching the bed either. He’ll be grabbing your tits (if you’re female) and suck the flesh of your neck from behind, his other hand busy on your pussy. You’ll be clinging on to him, reaching your hand out and grabbing his hair. He might keep your wrists restrained. Slight bondage.
“fucking and fighting on. it’s our paradise and it’s our war zone”
He’ll slip into you while standing up. His movements will be very swift, like there’s no tomorrow as he pounds you really fast. Sharp and almost cutting you might feel a slight sting, but it’s still pleasurable because you like that kind of stimulation. You’ll both feel like running out of breath. Dirty talking will be coming out from the both of you, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! That’s right.” Very animalistic.
You will cum, eyes rolling at the back of your head like you just died was reborn again. You’ll both have an earth shattering orgasm so intense, you’ll both feel like keeling over until you both collapse on your knees, overstimulated. There’s a high chance of pregnancy coming out from this sexual encounter.
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the tower*king of swords, queen of swords, the wheel, the devil, 3 of cups, 7 of pentacles: him: temperance*ace of pentacles*2 of swords, you: high priestess*death*6 of pentacles
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he swore he'd never do this again. it's not his style — he's a devoted father.
he's three daughters deep into life, already established with being on his own and devoting his time to work and family. but, there's just something about you... he had to let you in.
now he's laid out on your baby-pink bed, long hair spread thin over your pillows in a salt and pepper halo. his settled-in face is bunched up and tense, lips parted as he pants.
"ah— right there," he slurs, hips bucking off the mattress as he fucks you slowly and purposefully. you’re mewling his name, manicured fingers playing against your swollen clit as you ride him.
he’s being so gentle, hands in fists on your hips because he doesn’t want to squeeze you too hard. little does he know, just how much you want his mark. you want him to squeeze you until you’re crying, but he’s already holding back so much.
“look at me,” you insist, arching your back, toying with your cunt until you’re dangerously close to losing yourself. the way he fills you up to the brim is one thing — the tickle of his untrimmed pubic hair is another, and the way he fucking sings your name is something else entirely. you could cry, just listening to him in the moment.
“you’re such a good girl.” geto hums, crystalline teeth chewing down on his swollen bottom lip. “a pleaser inside and out.”
“does it feel good?”
“i’m about to cum for you, darling.” he grits out through clenched teeth, veins in his thick neck like blueish wires. his face is beet red, eyes watery and warm as he blinks down to your dripping cunt, then back to your warm gaze.
every time you sink down on his length, his cock pulses your name in morse — his face screws up like he’s in pain, and you smile, tummy tingling with arousal. “give it to me,”
geto is good. he’s predictable; always so dominant until he’s all yours. he just needs that push in your caring tone, toes curling under the covers as his face goes blank.
it hits him like a semi-truck, and you, like a punch to the gut. then, it comes in waves — the warmth of his seed flooding your cervix as you seat yourself fully onto him.
you still, little whimpers and punchy moans falling from your gut as he cums inside. you toss your head back after a few seconds, eyebrows knitting together as… he just keeps going.
he fills you to the brim with his cum, hips shaking, then stilling as his cock leaks pathetically before shooting another desperate, hot rope. you exhale pointedly through pursed lips, knees shaking as you rise to them. geto grunts, eyes pressed so tight that he can’t stop blinking.
“d—don’t move, ah—
“you’re still going?” you mutter like it’s a point and not a question. your cunt aches and squelches as you slide off of him, unbelievably full already, and still not bearing the most of his seed.
“s—s- so sorry,” he whines, sitting up to his elbows when he feels you withdraw. he holds his breath for a moment, collarbone hollow and heated, before he tosses his head back again and keeps cumming.
you’re genuinely awestruck, face a fucked-out mess as you rest on your haunches, reaching for his tense cock as it cries out for you. when you grab his shaft, geto is so sensitive that he tenses, hips jumping off the bed.
he reaches for your wrist — blindly, instinctively, with the muscle memory of someone who has had to keep on his toes for twenty years.
you gasp as his huge hand closes around your wrist in an iron-grip, mind still hazy and unavailable as he whispers, “sorry… have i made a mess?”
And to think it all started when you bought a new toy, just something to test the waters with Suguru. If he refused, it would be funny, a mischievous smile playing on your lips just imagining his reaction; now if he accepted, it would be by far the best sexual experience of your life.
"Why are you laughing?" Suguru's velvety voice sounded, bringing you back to reality.
His brown eyes gleamed with a certain mischief, staring at your thighs pressed together. You had barely realized you had done this, just imagining what it would be like if your sweet Geto accepted your new idea.
"Hm, nothing…" you separated your legs, sitting up normally. "I'm excited, I bought a few things last week and I can't wait for them to arrive."
He just hummed in understanding and smiled slightly.
Obviously you wouldn't take it badly, nor would you force him to accept, but a pleasant chill formed in the pit of your stomach just imagining what it would be like. Regularly, your sex life was already incredible; Geto could make you forget your own name without much effort, and he talked you through it, which only intensified the sensation.
Once again, you looked at him, so handsome as if he had just stepped out of a painting, sitting on the sofa, not too far from you. Distracted by the lines of a book he had recently started, his extremely silky and soft black hair was completely loose, thrown to the side and cascading over his right shoulder. Geto exuded an absurd peace and tranquility, and you were just thinking about how someone could be so beautiful wearing only a white cotton shirt and loose black sweatpants.
You approached him, crawling across the sofa until you were snuggled up beside him, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms around his. Geto smelled of lavender and something more powdery, soft.
"Come here…" he said calmly, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap.
Geto was so caring with you, so affectionate. The silence was incredibly comfortable as he read the book, occasionally shifting position just to gently stroke your thigh.
"Want to braid my hair?" he asked after a few minutes, maybe an hour.
You were almost asleep. "Of course!"
Geto smiled gently and closed the book.
It was so easy to love him, even when it wasn't. And he made it seem the same with you; you felt that, with Geto, it was easy to be loved, even when it wasn't.
You two went up to the bedroom after a warm cup of tea. You braided his hair with all the calm in the world, feeling the strands slide easily between your fingers. Geto hummed softly, satisfied.
Your order didn't take long to arrive, and when it did, the only thing left to do was tell Geto.
"You're restless again, my dear," he pointed out.
You sat on his lap, facing him, your fingers tracing the seam of his shirt. "Sugu, my order arrived…"
"Oh, that's great." He smiled, his hands on your waist out of sheer habit. "What did you buy?"
"I was thinking about some things for us to use when we… you know." You said casually, hiding your nervousness. Which Geto found adorable.
"Don't I satisfy you well enough, beautiful?" He asked, his tone lower as he raised his hand to your chin, using his index finger to lift your chin and make you look him in the eyes.
Oh, he was so dangerous when he decided to be. Suguru's sweet eyes were now predatory, enticing.
"Of course you satisfy me, Sugu! That's not what I meant. I just wanted to surprise you, maybe reciprocate…" you said.
Suguru's sharp eyes studying you, damn, you were almost trembling under his gaze. "Yeah?" He asked.
You were feeling hot and couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or the arousal that this side of Geto always caused you.
"What do you want? Uh? For me to handcuff you?" He asked and quickly held your arms behind your back, making your chest press against his. "Want to be tied up? I personally would love to tie you up, darling." He continued, the words sliding off his tongue, almost like a purr.
You could already feel your panties getting wet while Geto felt his pants getting a little tighter. He simply loved how surrendered you were, so concerned with reciprocating, with satisfying him. Oh, he felt adored. And what better gift could satisfy him than you, tied up, blindfolded, completely at his mercy. Oh, Geto almost groaned just thinking about it. He would take such good care of you, slowly, taking his time. He would touch you carefully, run his fingertips over your skin and see you tremble just from that, under his touch, shivering just from feeling him close.
Geto moved closer, bringing his face to your neck to leave light kisses along the area. His upturned nose caressed your skin as he inhaled your scent with satisfaction.
"Sugu…" you sighed.
He pulled back just to look at you, a smug smile on his face. You were already a mess: panting, hard nipples pressing against your shirt from the lack of a bra, and your hips moving slowly against his stiff bulge.
"Yes? I'm listening, my love." He said, giving you another devastating little smile before bringing his face close to your chest and nibbling your nipple through the fabric of your shirt.
Your eyes closed and you pressed yourself harder against his obvious erection, letting out a low moan as he held your arms behind your back with just one hand.
"I bought a dildo." You blurted out, whimpering his name right after as you rubbed yourself harder against him.
"Oh, I'll be very happy fucking you with it too, love. Is that what you were imagining that day? You being fucked by me and a dildo?" Suguru laughed, so cruel. "I'll love to see you try, when you sometimes have trouble taking me whole in that tight pussy."
Oh, you were going to cum quickly just from rubbing against him while he spoke such atrocities in the sweetest voice possible. Sweet dirty talk of him.
"Ah- Sugu, please!" You begged, your pussy tightening around nothing.
Geto smiled. "Wan' that dick?" He asked, throwing his hips up, forcing his erection against you. "Or do you prefer the plastic one?" He chuckled softly as he saw you desperate for more in his lap.
"Yours, please!" You begged, biting your lower lip and writhing in his lap.
"Ah, I don't know… you kind of hurt me now, gorgeous. Is my cock really good enough for you?" He asked as he used his free hand to lower his pants just enough to free his cock. You salivated immediately. Its reddish length, with its swollen, wet head and a few whitish drops at the tip. The entire length adorned with a few veins… yours walls compressed again around nothing.
"Did you buy a bigger one? Then mine isn't big enough." He said as he slowly stroked it from bottom to top, his eyes locked on yours. Your sweet Geto could be so mean to you too. "I thought you were telling the truth every time you said—fuck… when you said it was too much for you."
You were almost crying with frustration. Geto's eyes never leaving yours as he expertly masturbated; in fact, his eyes only left yours when they rolled back, for the sheer pleasure of touching himself in front of you. Oh, what a filthy boyfriend you have.
Geto increased the speed and only stopped when he was about to stain you both with all his gooey, whitish cum. His head fell back and an obscene groan escaped his lips.
"Fuck, Sugu…" you were so aroused that you would come just from feeling him entering you. Damn, how could he be so dirty?
Geto's chest rose and fell rapidly. He let out a long sigh and looked at you again with heavy eyes and a mocking smile. "Sorry, darling. Since this one isn't good enough for you, I'll fuck you with the other one." He said slowly and released your arms.
"But, Sugu…" you began, whiny.
Your fingers soon found his length, closing around it. Suguru soon hissed, his eyes closing from the sensitivity of the near orgasm. You did exactly as he did: you brought your face close to his neck and calmly inhaled his scent, leaving kisses on his sensitive skin while your hand worked on his cock. You moved up to the tip, firmly and without haste, feeling Geto squeeze your waist and groan softly. You repeated the movement once, twice… you pulled your face away from his neck and looked innocently into his eyes before speaking:
"I didn't buy the dildo for myself, I bought it to use on you…"
Geto gasped. His face was a shade of red you had never seen before. You felt his cock tremble in your hand, throbbing. He was completely flustered. And you continued.
"He even has a harness… I swear I'll go really slow." You said as you ran your fingers through his dark hair with the hand that wasn't, now, moving quickly and deliciously on his cock.
Geto tried to laugh, another mocking laugh, just to intimidate you, but a broken groan interrupted him and soon his expression contorted in pure pleasure.
"Ha…-Ngh! S-stop!" He grabbed your hand, forcing your movements to slow down until they stopped, squeezing the base. "Ah! Fuck!" Geto managed to say between quick breaths.
"So it's a yes?" You asked hopefully.
Geto didn't answer, because he was still getting used to the idea that imagining you fucking his ass almost made him cum.
"You want to fuck my ass with a fucking strap-on?" He asked and cursed himself as he felt his cock throbbing again at the thought. Especially since your hand was still there, firmly at the base of his cock.
"Yes. Oh, I'll be so careful with you, Sugu." You said as you leaned in to kiss him.
Geto didn't hesitate, immediately pulling you closer as he slid his tongue into your mouth, devouring it.
And that's how Geto ended up in your shared bed, lying face down amidst the pillows, his hair spread across his strong back and broad shoulders, his fingers gripping the sheets and his beautiful brown eyes rolling back. Damn, you fucked so well.
"Ah, Sugu… you're so beautiful." You said. The rubbery extension slowly sliding into your boyfriend's tight hole. One of your hands was on his waist, while the other caressed his back.
“F-fuuuuuck..! Ngh-”
Your hips moved apart and together carefully, in a slow, addictive rhythm that was driving Geto crazy. Giving him pleasure had never been so satisfying; you were sinking into his every reaction, reading every little movement and sound he made. His reactions were stimulating you so much that it wouldn't be surprising if you reached your own climax just by making him reach his. The way his back arched, his hips timidly moving against yours, the way he turned his face just to look at you and give you the best view of all.
Geto managed to stand up, his head turned back, and his expression could easily have been the reason for your downfall. Watery eyes, eyebrows almost knit together, lower lip between his teeth while his cheeks were red and moist. Oh, you had never seen Suguru so submissive. “Are you okay, darling? Uh?” You questioned, once again taking the entire length of the rubber dildo to the bottom, eliciting a broken groan from Suguru.
You pulled him further back by the waist and Suguru simply followed your silent command, your skillful fingers soon closing around Geto's hitherto neglected cock. The penetration and stimulation movements now synchronized. You were in paradise: Geto ass up face down, letting out muffled moans as he bit the pillow and let himself be fucked by you.
"F-fast-ngh-er! Faster-oh my go-nggh…"
You didn't hesitate. The room was now filled with the sounds of skin against skin, your hips slamming mercilessly against Suguru's ass, and his moans. Geto had never been so vocal. I mean, obviously he talked a lot during sex, teasing you, but this? It was something completely new to you.
"Come on, Sugu… tell me how good you're feeling." You asked, feeling better than ever. “Am I doing this right? Huh?”
Geto couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. He thought this new experience would be something light, just a session of the two of you making love in the sweetest way possible. Wrong. You were messing with his mind, he couldn’t form a basic sentence. The only thing on his mind was you and the absurd way your hips charged against him, pounding his most sensitive spot as if it were nothing. Suguru couldn't speak, his open mouth only releasing moans and whimpers and tearful pleas of 'more, more, more'. Sweat stuck part of his bangs to his forehead, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes could no longer see anything but a blur.
"Fuck! S'so so so good… please don't stop, please please please…" Suguru managed to say when you buried the dildo in him, stopping masturbating him and forcing him to lie completely on the bed.
"Hmm, that didn't convince me," you said, slowing down.
You didn't want to be mean to him, but now you understood why he was so mean to you while he were balls deep. It was simply wonderful.
Your fingers found Suguru's long hair, you bent down until your lips touched his ear.
"Let me make you cum, Sugu. Be good to me and let me fuck you senseless."
You already were, but Suguru wasn't able to tell you that.
"Please, babe… please, please make me cum." Suguru begged in a whisper before burying his face in the pillow again.
You hummed in amusement, scattering kisses across his shoulders before moving brutally against him again. Suguru sobbed between moans.
"Fuck-I'm cumming-ngh! S' good, babe. So fucking good-ngh."
Suguru trembled wildly beneath you, his hips moving abruptly, rubbing his cock against the mattress, which spurted against the sheets. You were motionless, completely numb from the show Geto was giving you without even knowing it. You slowly removed the toy from inside him, and yet Geto groaned, such was his sensitivity.
"Is everything alright, Sugu? Was it too much?" you asked sweetly, your voice laced with concern.
Your fingers brushed the damp, dark strands of hair from his forehead, giving you a better view of his beautiful face, flushed and with a post-orgasm glow. Geto was still breathing urgently, but a low laugh escaped his lips.
"That was definitely too much," he said, and your heart raced.
You quickly moved closer to him and caressed his body in pure concern, but before you could start apologizing and asking if you had hurt him, Geto said:
"But not in a bad way… I mean, you finished me off, my dear." He said and gave you another tired smile. "Now come here, let me feel you."
Suguru pulled you closer, until he managed to place part of his body on top of yours. His head rested on your chest, your fingertips caressing his scalp, his hand lightly caressing your waist, almost stopping.
The truth is, you had fucked Suguru so well that he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk straight the next day. But he'll never admit it.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd
your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.
kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.
you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.
“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.
“y-yeah, so stop—”
but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.
instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”
“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”
“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”
your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”
“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.
“either put that mouth to better use or—”
you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.
you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.
“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”
You'd never noticed him before, and when you did, you simply couldn't help but notice him. The first time was on campus; Choso was standing apart with some friends, his headphones hanging around his neck, his bag slung across his chest, and several accessories: piercings, rings, chains. But it wasn't over the top, much less ugly. It suited him in a way you only thought worked online. After that, Choso was in some of your classes, sitting further back, his headphones now around his head, while he doodled something, focused. His messy hair almost covered his eyes and perfectly framed his face.
And then, before you knew it, you were asking your friends about him. Little by little, Choso contaminated your entire mind, and there was nothing else you could think about but the mysterious guy with a mark on his nose and an inaccessible personality.
"Stop staring, weirdo." your friend said, a nasal laugh soon following.
“He’s so…” you started, but your friend spoke first. “weird.”
“hot,” you finished.
Your eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, your attention shifting to your friend.
“I can’t believe you’re actually into the emo on a campus with Gojo and Geto.” your friend rolled her eyes.
“Gojo’s an idiot,” you muttered.
They didn’t understand how a man like Choso affected you. He simply gave the impression of never having touched a woman, of being afraid of them, actually. Choso seemed so inexperienced, so innocent and distant in his little world. You wanted to ruin him. If you closed your eyes for a minute you could see him beneath you, sweaty and begging you to go slower.
By that point you already had a half-formed plan in your head. Gojo was indeed an idiot, but he threw the best parties and knew everyone, while Geto… you'd seen him with Choso once in a while. So, at the end of class you went looking for Geto Suguru around campus; it wasn't that hard to find him, he was always near a pole with white hair and extremely blue eyes.
“Look what the wind brought us.” Gojo said, lowering his glasses halfway down his nose to look you up and down. “How can we help you, cutie?”
“Are you going to the frat party this weekend?” Geto asked almost at the same time as Gojo.
“Depends, who’s going?” Your hands were already sweating, what if he wasn’t going?
“I’m going.” Gojo said, twitching his eyebrows suggestively, which made you laugh genuinely.
“What do you want, huh?” Geto questioned before you could answer Gojo, his eyes reading your soul.
While Gojo made jokes and suggestive comments, Geto just watched. He probably already knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear it from you. It’s been like that all these years you’ve known each other. The walk across campus continued normally, until…
“Choso…” you murmured.
Gojo stopped abruptly, his large hands going to his chest and his expression as exaggerated as possible. Geto just chuckled.
"Oh, you're in love and it's not with me." Gojo dramatized a little more.
"I knew it. Ah, darling, I can do that for you, but you'll owe me one." Geto said and you almost jumped for joy.
"I can't believe it. What does he have that I don't?" Gojo whined and once again you laughed.
"Hm, piercings." Geto said, giving Gojo a strange look.
"My friends are crazy about you, Satoru." You said while searching for your cell phone in your bag. "Damn…hm, see you guys later."
A wave and you were retracing your steps to the classroom, hopefully your cell phone would be in the same place, which would save you a lot of trouble. It was already getting dark, the hallways were empty, and the only sound was your hurried footsteps. You reached the door, and the room was dark. Your hands rushed to the doorknob and… it was locked. You knocked on the door; this couldn't be possible, right?
“No, no, no… damn it!” The only way would be to take the bus home and arrive first thing tomorrow to retrieve your phone.
Your steps were slower now; discouragement gripped your body just thinking about never getting your phone back. And then you saw him, Choso, leaving a room you didn't remember ever entering before. You stopped in the hallway for a moment, which was enough to attract his attention. Choso's head turned toward you, his eyes on yours, and your knees almost gave way.
“Ah, you.” He said listlessly.
“Me?”
“You forgot your phone in the class earlier today. I was going to look for you.” He explained as he pulled your phone out of his jacket pocket. You moved closer to him to take it and couldn't resist hugging him, even if briefly.
"Thank you so much, Choso, I don't know what I would have done without this phone."
His eyes were on you when you pulled away. And from that close you could absorb more details about him. Choso smelled incredibly good, his snake bites highlighted his lips, and the tattoo above his nose made him so attractive. Oh, and his eyes, in such a unique shade of brown…
“Not for it.” He replied and started to walk away toward the exit. “Are you coming?”
You didn’t answer, you just followed him. Choso walked you across campus to the bus stop, where he stayed with you.
“Choso…” you called him.
“I’m taking the bus too, don’t worry.” He said, and you felt like an idiot, but of course he didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, sure, but I was going to tell you about the party this weekend.” You said, and you noticed him blush slightly.
“You don’t seem like the type who likes parties like that.” He commented.
“I don’t, but it’s always good to try new things.” You said, and once again you could see Choso’s nervousness. He ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the bus, but there was no bus.
“I guess so…”
“So, are you going? I’ll keep you company if you want.” You suggested. Your hungry eyes taking in every inch of the man.
Choso was tall, and you could bet he hid some muscles under all those clothes.
“Maybe I’ll change my mind by then,” he said, his deep voice making you imagine even more how he would sound at other times.
The day of the party had finally arrived. You hadn’t seen much of Choso during those days, but you didn’t really care. Your concern was what to wear; you didn’t want to draw too much attention, but you also didn’t want to be basic. You’d never seen Choso with anyone, no rumors, nothing to help you know what kind of outfit to choose. In the end, you opted not to stray too far from your style. A blue dress would have to do.
Gojo insisted on picking you up because, according to him, if Choso didn’t come, the others would leave you alone, thinking you were with him. Which, surprisingly, made perfect sense.
“Stay away from the blue cups, don’t drink anything they give you, and I don’t know, use protection,” Gojo said as he drove.
“Listen to Daddy Gojo, beautiful,” Geto said, then laughed when Gojo flipped him off.
The party was already in full swing when you arrived, your heart racing with fear of not finding Choso and him thinking you’d tricked him.
“Look in the corners or in less crowded places. We’ll be near the kitchen if you need anything,” Geto said, and you hugged him gratefully. He was really good at reading people.
Well, you did exactly as he said, but Choso seemed nowhere to be found. You were about to give up when you went to get a drink and through the window you could see Choso outside, near the pool, leaning against a column. Oh, how could he be so handsome? The pool lights shone on his face along with the dim light of his phone; Choso was playing with his lip piercing while his nimble fingers slid across the screen. You didn’t think twice about abandoning your drink and going over to him.
“You came,” you said, unable to hide your smile.
His eyes darted to your figure, and you wanted to kiss him right then and there. The way his eyes shone in your direction almost took your breath away.
"Are you with Gojo?" he said quickly, then looked away. "I mean, um, I thought you weren't coming."
"Are you jealous?" you asked softly as you moved closer.
Choso was an enigma to you. A very tall and attractive enigma. But the more you interacted with him, the more you realized he was quite shy and reserved, which only made you lose your fear of rejection and desire him even more.
"No." Choso said sharply, his expression hardening.
He was avoiding looking at you, but you could see his face becoming increasingly flushed.
"You know, Choso, that's a shame because I like you and I thought it was reciprocated…" you admitted, your body now pressed against his. Your breasts pressed against his arm.
"You like me?" he asked, and you felt a certain change in his behavior.
"Yes, what are you going to do?" you asked. Your body now pressed against his from the front.
Choso instinctively held your waist, and your arms encircled his neck.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, closing his eyes and tilting his head toward your hand, which had moved down to caress his face.
"Kiss me…" you barely managed to finish, as Choso quickly pressed his lips against yours.
Choso melted against your lips, his tongue sliding over yours, pressing against the piercing and making you want more and more of him. Your fingers tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, and Choso's hands squeezed your buttocks as if it were the only thing keeping him standing at that moment.
"Choso…" you moaned as his hot kisses moved to your neck.
You didn't know how to feel at that point; he wasn't as shy and inexperienced as you'd imagined, but that only made the discomfort between your legs worse. You hated hickeys, but you couldn't think of anything else when Choso's tongue piercing brushed against the skin of your neck after a little bite.
"I guess I like parties now," he said, pulling away, his gaze devastating. Dilated pupils, rosy cheeks, slightly messy hair, drooping eyelids, and swollen, red lips.
"I knew it would be better if you came," you said.
"Sorry I didn't say it before, but you look beautiful," Choso said with a weak smile.
"Come home with me?" you asked, so needy of Choso it almost hurt.
Choso took a deep breath, his fingers now adjusting your curls. "Are you sure?"
You simply nodded, then took his hand to leave. But Choso wasn't in such a hurry; he held your wrist and drew your attention back to him.
"Relax. Me agreeing to go to your place doesn't mean I'm expecting anything more to happen, okay? We can just watch a movie or talk," he said.
"Choso, you don't want something more to happen?" you asked.
"That's not what I said, I just don't want you to feel obligated to do anything with me just because you invited me to your house…"
"Choso, I swear if you keep being this nice I'll pull down your pants and ride you right here at this party." You said, leaving him completely speechless and even redder than before.
You left through the back to avoid comments; Choso had gone by car, so the trip to your house would be short.
Choso was now in your room, right in front of you, just as you had imagined thousands of times.
"Are you nervous?" he asked, so sweetly, so attentively.
"Not really. It's just that I idealized this moment so much that now I don't know where to begin," you admitted.
Choso nodded. He carefully tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, where he placed kisses on each of your fingers. Choso looked at you tenderly before saying anything, and when he did, it almost made you moan.
"How about starting with that sitting position you mentioned earlier?" he asked casually, his face shifting from innocence to pure lust. Choso put your thumb in his mouth and sucked on it, then circled the tip with his perforated tongue. All this without taking his eyes off yours.
The movements of his tongue on your finger instantly brought heat to your clit. Oh, how you wanted his tongue there. You then pushed him until Choso was sitting on the bed. He looked at you as if he had become a different person, a one hundred percent horny version of Choso.
Your legs were on either side of his waist, while you relentlessly swayed against his erection through his clothes. Choso helped you, pulling you closer and closer, as if it were possible. One of his hands held you in place and the other squeezed your ample breasts. The kiss was messy: bites, sucks, wet noises, whimpers.
"Don't come like that…" Choso pleaded in a loud whimper as he broke the kiss and gripped your waist tightly. "I want to taste you." He continued.
Choso sat you on the bed, then stood up and took off his own shirt. Your teeth caught your lower lip at the sight. That's why his clothes are so loose, Choso is incredibly hot. Nothing exaggerated, but defined. You wanted to drown in that chest, you wanted him to put you in a headlock, you wanted to mark him. Luckily, you had the whole night ahead of you.
Choso knelt in front of you, and without thinking twice, you teased the bulge in his pants with your foot. Choso threw his head back and let out a groan that sent shivers down your spine. How could he be so seductive? You were going crazy. He held your foot in place and thrust against it, rolling his eyes and opening his mouth, letting out a long whimper. His hand moved up to your thigh, pushing it aside to encourage you to open your legs.
Choso's expression would have been pitiful in any other situation, but that puppy-dog face of his was only making you wetter. Choso lifted your dress and groaned softly at the sight of the large wet stain on your panties. He moved his face closer and inhaled, his eyes closing. Choso didn't hesitate for another second before sucking on you through your panties. Your fingers immediately went to his dark hair, gripping it and preventing you from disappearing into pleasure.
"CHOSO… AAH!" your moans echoed through the room along with the wet sound of Choso sucking on your wet pussy. He groaned with each tug on his hair, and the vibration only added to the pleasure. "Ah…don't stop, plea-" another moan.
Choso was extremely skilled, each suck bringing your closer to orgasm.
"You taste so good." Choso murmured, leaving a bite on the inside of your thigh before removing your panties.
"More, Choso… I need more, please…"
Choso took his time, as if he were making out with your slit. But it was when he began to penetrate your tight entrance with his tongue that your eyes rolled back, and just the pressure of the metal of his tongue against your clit made you whimper his name nonstop. Your body trembling and your hips moving involuntarily toward Choso's wonderful mouth.
"Fuck, Choso…mmn." You sighed, coming down from your ecstasy while your fingers still caressed his silk hair.
"You're so fucking hot," Choso said, standing up. His mouth glistened to his chin with your satisfaction.
You pulled him by the belt, you needed him in your mouth as much as you needed him inside you, pushing deep and making you lose your senses. As soon as the belt undid, Choso's pants fell to his feet, revealing the white boxers he was wearing. The bulge there was surreal, accompanied by a stain of precum. You lowered Choso's underwear and his cock sprang out, almost hitting your face. You looked up and there was Choso, his face already contorted in pleasure. He groaned just looking at you in that position, so close to his cock and about to suck it.
Choso's cock was red, sensitive and swollen and… pierced. Your eyes widened in pure lust and disbelief. And then you remembered what Geto had said. He has piercings. You didn't wait another second, your lips parted and your head began to move up and down. The sensation of him in your mouth, filling and throbbing and weighing on your tongue, making you moan.
"Oh my god…ngh-fuuuck!" Choso whimpered. His head fell back and his eyes rolled back. The muscles of his abdomen contracted along with his thighs as you moved back and forth, sucking and stimulating him. You were never a big fan of blowjobs, but Choso was different. He aroused you; you took him to the back of your throat and it wasn't enough. Your tongue stimulated the piercings he had on his head—a small one on the frenulum and two others on the glans. Your hand massaged his balls, and your mouth took Choso to heaven and hell at the same time.
"Ah…ngh- please please please I'm cumming! Fuck-ah ah ah stop!" Choso whimpered shamelessly. His fingers buried in your curls, unsure whether to pull or push you.
Choso's head spun every time your nose touched his pelvis or your tongue circled the piercing that went through the head of his dick. Choso wanted to look at you more, but his eyes kept rolling back. Moans and more moans escaped from deep in his throat; oh, he was about to make a mess.
"Please, please, please—oh my fucking god, ngh! Sucking me so fucking good, sweetheart… oh fuck, I'm gonna cum-ngh..! Let me fill that pretty mouth of yours, please, princess." By this point, Choso was already thrusting wildly against your mouth, without any rhythm.
Saliva dripped down your chin to his balls, but neither of you cared. A thin layer already adorned Choso's pale skin, making him even more irresistible. You didn't respond to his pleas, only took a deep breath and took him once more to the back of your throat, where, with a final moan and some whimpers, Choso reached his orgasm. Filling your mouth with a hot, thick, and slightly salty load. You swallowed quickly, putting it back in your mouth to clean it, receiving a small hiss from Choso, due to the sensitivity.
Choso was panting, glistening. He ran a hand through his hair, tossing it back. And you could come again just from that sight. He carefully and quickly removed your dress, using the fabric to wipe your mouth, chin, and neck.
"You're unbelievable," Choso said as he lay down on top of you.
The kisses returned, calmer, more seductive and intriguing, and full of the taste of both of you. Choso's hands roamed over your body, one holding your neck while the other alternated between squeezing your bare breast and your waist. His hands only concerned themselves with pulling Choso closer; you wanted—needed—more. You wanted to feel more of his body, wanted to hear more of his pained and pathetic moans; you were addicted.
Choso began to suck on your nipple, leaving a trail of bites in his wake. His erection throbbed and wet your belly; you felt the weight, the heat, and your pussy contracted in anticipation.
"Cho… please-ah! I need you inside…" you begged, pulling his hair to force him to look at you.
Choso stared intently at you, his hands already on your waist, squeezing firmly. "What did you say?" he asked. His breathing was as erratic as yours. "What did you call me, princess?" Choso seemed about to lose his mind at any moment.
"Cho, I need you." You said calmly, letting the nickname slide down your tongue. And there Choso felt all his sanity evaporate; he would make you scream that nickname all night long.
Choso slid inside you in a single thrust, making both of you groan loudly and the headboard bang against the wall.
"Again…" he let out in a breathy moan.
Your senses had already given up. Choso was big and thick, and the piercings massaged your walls in the best way possible.
"Ngh-Choso!" You didn't know where to grab onto, the sheets, Choso, or your own breasts, which swayed with each thrust.
"No. Try again." Choso said, his deep voice sounding rough against your face. He grabbed your legs and bent them until your knee was pressed against your breasts. "I want to hear…oh-don't squeeze me like that-fuck!"
"And I thought you were a virgin-ah! S'so deep, Chooo..!"
"Surprised because I know how to fuck?" He laughed.
Choso seemed to go deeper and deeper each time you moaned his name. Your nails left marks on his back and arms, but the only thing that mattered to Choso was your moans and the sight of his cock being swallowed by your swollen pussy. Choso was right, you were surprised. You didn't need to give any advice, you didn't need to teach anything, just surrender and receive all the mind-blowing pleasure that Choso was willing to give you.
You could barely keep your eyes open, completely dumb by how well Choso was fucking you, but whenever you managed to open them you were met with a Choso even more ruined than you: eyes half-open, panting, and with his mouth open, letting out the most delicious whimpers you'd ever heard.
"Taking me so-fuck!… so fucking well." Choso's eyes rolled. "Oh fuckfuckfuck!-ngh… gonna fill ya up soon."
"mm… but you just-ah!"
The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened; you wouldn't last much longer either. Choso moved away enough to turn you over on the bed, putting you on all fours for him. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this…" Choso confessed, and then a slap marked your ass, eliciting a long moan from you.
It didn't take long for you to start fucking yourself against him, begging him to thrust inside you again. Choso quickly grabbed your hair, pulling you back before starting to move. Your back arched pornographically as all you could do was moan, cry, and receive Choso's mean thrusts.
The confessions didn't stop; Choso spoke so dirty, all the things he had imagined with you while his glans pounded your cervix. You were on the verge of madness. How could Choso, your Choso, be as obsessed with you as you were with him?
"Please, let me fill this pretty pussy… oh-I'm so fucking…ngh!…close."
You felt the veins of his cock thicken, felt his balls pounding your clit, his fingers marking your waist. You felt Choso everywhere.
"Cho-ngh… gonna cum-oh my god!" Your face sank into the pillow, but Choso would never let you stifle your moans, so your head was quickly lifted, with a gentle tug on your curly hair.
"Ah! Give it to me, Cho… be a good boy and cum inside…" you said breathlessly, mischievously and provocatively. You just knew exactly what you were doing to him.
Choso didn't need anything more. Your makeup was smudged, your eyes moist, your expression of pleasure, and your hair tousled between his fingers. Choso came and came hard, burying himself deeper inside you and moaning in your ear like a slut. You could feel the mess running down the inside of your thighs as you squeezed and collapsed around him.
You both collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and satisfied. Choso pulled you to lie on his chest and you spent some time like that, resting and cuddling each other.
"You're a pervert, Choso Kamo," you said, lifting your head to look at him.
Choso smiled slightly, his eyelids heavy. "Are you going to punish me for this?" he asked, and you could already feel his semi-hard cock against your thigh.
"Choso!" you gave him a light tap on the shoulder while trying to hold back a laugh.
It didn't seem like a bad idea, actually. So, in a few minutes you found yourself mounted on Choso's cock, your thighs burning from the effort and your pussy throbbing from the stretch his dick was giving you.
"Having trouble there?" Choso teased.
"How-ngh-how did you get it all in at once?" you sighed, finally taking more than half of it.
"mm… you're doing well." Choso sighed, his head already tilting slightly back.
Choso's hand slid down to the middle of your legs, where he began to caress your clit.
"Come on, go down more for me… you can do it." The words came out drawn out, his voice deep.
You were determined to wipe that smug little smile off his face. Your hands rested on his chest, you moved up to his tip and slowly swayed before going down, taking it all in one go. The burning sensation slowly subsided with the whimpering sound Choso let out.
"Hands up, Cho…" you said, pushing his hands away from your waist, then starting to move along his length.
Your rhythm was tortuous, slow. You swayed with him fully inside, stimulating your clitoris against his pelvis. Choso was already a mess.
"Faster, please…" he begged, his biceps muscles twitching as Choso tried to control himself from touching you.
You ignored him; after all, it was a punishment, wasn't it?
Choso gripped the sheets, his desperate whimpers filling the entire room, and soon you could feel the thrusts coming from below. Choso was thrusting against you, making you bounce on his cock. You literally felt like you were in a rodeo.
Your body leaned forward, your hands holding his above his head and your legs going one on each side of his waist. Your movements quickened, now, in addition to Choso's moans, the sound of skin against skin also filled the room.
Choso's eyes rolled back, he moaned shamelessly, making you contract even more around his thick cock.
"Oh, Cho, y'dick is soooo good-ngh," you moaned, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasurable sensation of having him inside you.
Choso stared at you for a few seconds, completely amazed, before throwing his head back and trembling, ejaculating inside you without warning.
"Oh fuck… don't stop, don't stop, don't-ngh!"
Another vision fulfilled. Choso, sweaty, beneath you, moaning incessantly.
"I'll cum again-ngh-fuck!"
He was so pathetic, letting himself be held and dominated by you while he kept stuffing your pussy with his cum that it became too much for you. You kissed him, a desperate and uncoordinated kiss, where you both moaned each other's names as you came for the third time that night.
"I could die stuffed inside this pussy…" was all Choso murmured before you both fell asleep.
Guess who's baaack
I just read my dms and I LOVE YOU'LL SO MUCH! I'll write your reqs soon, i loved all of them, very criative!
I was having a baad time, but i'm okay now. Missed you guys soo much. I'm very excited to write about dorohedoro again! Season is ouuut
Ok so random thing I’ve been thinking about, how would shin feel about a reader with a breeding kink…? (‾ε‾“)
Shin never really delved too deeply into the idea of being a father. He'd had a tough life, found a safe place, people to call family, and he was comfortable with that, until he met you.
"Why this?" you asked, now impatient with the distance between your bodies.
"Protection?" Shin returned the question, quickly returning to his initial position, lying on top of you and between your legs.
"We don't need that…" you sighed as you felt Shin brush your entrance with the tip of his cock.
"No?" He chuckled softly. "Are you telling me you want to have my kids? Huh? Fuck…" Shin asked, slowly burying himself inside you.
You bit your lip to suppress a moan. You also had never thought much about being a mother until you started dating Shin. Something about his posture, his behavior. His masculine, independent, and protective manner… his broad shoulders and strong back. You simply wanted him to use you as a personal fucktoy, to bury himself deep inside you and fill you up even after it started leaking and running down your legs. You wanted to carry him inside you for nine months and then repeat the whole process.
"Yes, pl-please…" you whimpered.
Shin particularly loved this side of you, so much so that he sometimes thought about making you round and full, so everyone would know who you belonged to. His eyes traveled down your naked body, your hair spread across the pillow, your expression contorted by the pleasure he was giving you, your breasts following the rhythm of his thrusts into you. He simply loved every inch of you.
Shin's hungry blue eyes traveled down until they were lost in the way your pussy swallowed him, its walls contracting around him viciously. It might have gone unnoticed by you, but you always ruined Shin with the way your pussy milked his cock, with the way your moans sounded, making him harder and harder inside of you.
"Shin please-ngh!" You begged.
"What does my greedy little thing want, uh? Use your-ah… use your words." Shin used one of his free hands to squeeze your cheeks, then lowered himself enough to leave a kiss on the pout that formed.
"Mm… I need more-ngh! Give me more." You pleaded, pulling him closer and closing your legs behind his hips.
Shin's pelvis bumped against yours, stimulating your clit with his blond, trimmed pubic hair. Shin's large hands rose, one grasping yours and pinning them above your head, the other cupping your face, using his thumb to caress your reddened and swollen lower lip.
"So needy…" his voice sounded deep and drawn out, making you shiver and your back arch, your breasts now pressed against his chest.
Shin slid inside you firmly and easily, his warm skin against yours, his blue eyes on you, his low, deep moans hitting your face. But it still wasn't enough, you needed to feel all of him.
"Fuck-s's so good, babe…" you moaned. "The condom…" you tried to continue, but Shin simply kept hitting the right spot without stopping making you stupid.
"Did you say something?" He asked, cocky, before leaving a bite on your cheek.
"Take it off! Oh my god-ah! Take the condom off please-ngh!" You trembled in anticipation, desperate to feel him with nothing in the way.
Shin could even torture you a little more, but he was also desperate to feel you, wet and hot around him. He released you and pulled away, then he pulled out of you and took off the condom. He slid his hand on his hard cock slowly once, twice, three times, looking intently at you.
"Shin…" you whimpered, turning over in bed and getting on all fours, then arching your back for him. "Please…" you looked at him over your shoulder.
Shin laughed, like it didn''t make him shiver and almost cum on the spot. So mean.
"You're unbelievable, insatiable…" He kept saying as he moved closer and adjusted his cock to penetrate you.
"And all yours." You managed to say before moaning his name.
Your fingers closed around the sheets on the bed and your eyes squeezed shut. You wouldn't last much longer now that you could feel him completely inside you, throbbing against your walls. The groan that escaped Shin didn't help much either, pushing you further and further towards the edge.
Shin's hands were firm on your hips, sometimes pulling you back against his thrusts, sometimes holding you in place. You were on the verge of tears from how good he was fucking you.
"Yeah, louder." Shin encouraged, giving you a sharp slap on the ass.
You were already a mess, sweat making your skin glisten, your face wet with tears, and your lips swollen from bites. Shin's thrusts began to lose rhythm, becoming more hurried, pounding inside you.
"Want my cum? Yeah? Oh, your pussy is strangling my fucking dick-ngh." Shin said, leaning over you without stopping his movements. "Want me to make you a mommy?"
Your eyes rolled back, oh how close you were. The only thing coming out of your mouth were broken 'yes's' as you nodded.
"Take it, then," Shin said before giving one last thrust. You both came together, which intensified and prolonged the pleasure. Shin's moans whispered in your ear as his hot, thick cum filled you in spurts. Your whole body trembled, your eyes rolled back, and your pussy gripped him as it swallowed every drop.
You'd never noticed him before, and when you did, you simply couldn't help but notice him. The first time was on campus; Choso was standing apart with some friends, his headphones hanging around his neck, his bag slung across his chest, and several accessories: piercings, rings, chains. But it wasn't over the top, much less ugly. It suited him in a way you only thought worked online. After that, Choso was in some of your classes, sitting further back, his headphones now around his head, while he doodled something, focused. His messy hair almost covered his eyes and perfectly framed his face.
And then, before you knew it, you were asking your friends about him. Little by little, Choso contaminated your entire mind, and there was nothing else you could think about but the mysterious guy with a mark on his nose and an inaccessible personality.
"Stop staring, weirdo." your friend said, a nasal laugh soon following.
“He’s so…” you started, but your friend spoke first. “weird.”
“hot,” you finished.
Your eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, your attention shifting to your friend.
“I can’t believe you’re actually into the emo on a campus with Gojo and Geto.” your friend rolled her eyes.
“Gojo’s an idiot,” you muttered.
They didn’t understand how a man like Choso affected you. He simply gave the impression of never having touched a woman, of being afraid of them, actually. Choso seemed so inexperienced, so innocent and distant in his little world. You wanted to ruin him. If you closed your eyes for a minute you could see him beneath you, sweaty and begging you to go slower.
By that point you already had a half-formed plan in your head. Gojo was indeed an idiot, but he threw the best parties and knew everyone, while Geto… you'd seen him with Choso once in a while. So, at the end of class you went looking for Geto Suguru around campus; it wasn't that hard to find him, he was always near a pole with white hair and extremely blue eyes.
“Look what the wind brought us.” Gojo said, lowering his glasses halfway down his nose to look you up and down. “How can we help you, cutie?”
“Are you going to the frat party this weekend?” Geto asked almost at the same time as Gojo.
“Depends, who’s going?” Your hands were already sweating, what if he wasn’t going?
“I’m going.” Gojo said, twitching his eyebrows suggestively, which made you laugh genuinely.
“What do you want, huh?” Geto questioned before you could answer Gojo, his eyes reading your soul.
While Gojo made jokes and suggestive comments, Geto just watched. He probably already knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear it from you. It’s been like that all these years you’ve known each other. The walk across campus continued normally, until…
“Choso…” you murmured.
Gojo stopped abruptly, his large hands going to his chest and his expression as exaggerated as possible. Geto just chuckled.
"Oh, you're in love and it's not with me." Gojo dramatized a little more.
"I knew it. Ah, darling, I can do that for you, but you'll owe me one." Geto said and you almost jumped for joy.
"I can't believe it. What does he have that I don't?" Gojo whined and once again you laughed.
"Hm, piercings." Geto said, giving Gojo a strange look.
"My friends are crazy about you, Satoru." You said while searching for your cell phone in your bag. "Damn…hm, see you guys later."
A wave and you were retracing your steps to the classroom, hopefully your cell phone would be in the same place, which would save you a lot of trouble. It was already getting dark, the hallways were empty, and the only sound was your hurried footsteps. You reached the door, and the room was dark. Your hands rushed to the doorknob and… it was locked. You knocked on the door; this couldn't be possible, right?
“No, no, no… damn it!” The only way would be to take the bus home and arrive first thing tomorrow to retrieve your phone.
Your steps were slower now; discouragement gripped your body just thinking about never getting your phone back. And then you saw him, Choso, leaving a room you didn't remember ever entering before. You stopped in the hallway for a moment, which was enough to attract his attention. Choso's head turned toward you, his eyes on yours, and your knees almost gave way.
“Ah, you.” He said listlessly.
“Me?”
“You forgot your phone in the class earlier today. I was going to look for you.” He explained as he pulled your phone out of his jacket pocket. You moved closer to him to take it and couldn't resist hugging him, even if briefly.
"Thank you so much, Choso, I don't know what I would have done without this phone."
His eyes were on you when you pulled away. And from that close you could absorb more details about him. Choso smelled incredibly good, his snake bites highlighted his lips, and the tattoo above his nose made him so attractive. Oh, and his eyes, in such a unique shade of brown…
“Not for it.” He replied and started to walk away toward the exit. “Are you coming?”
You didn’t answer, you just followed him. Choso walked you across campus to the bus stop, where he stayed with you.
“Choso…” you called him.
“I’m taking the bus too, don’t worry.” He said, and you felt like an idiot, but of course he didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, sure, but I was going to tell you about the party this weekend.” You said, and you noticed him blush slightly.
“You don’t seem like the type who likes parties like that.” He commented.
“I don’t, but it’s always good to try new things.” You said, and once again you could see Choso’s nervousness. He ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the bus, but there was no bus.
“I guess so…”
“So, are you going? I’ll keep you company if you want.” You suggested. Your hungry eyes taking in every inch of the man.
Choso was tall, and you could bet he hid some muscles under all those clothes.
“Maybe I’ll change my mind by then,” he said, his deep voice making you imagine even more how he would sound at other times.
The day of the party had finally arrived. You hadn’t seen much of Choso during those days, but you didn’t really care. Your concern was what to wear; you didn’t want to draw too much attention, but you also didn’t want to be basic. You’d never seen Choso with anyone, no rumors, nothing to help you know what kind of outfit to choose. In the end, you opted not to stray too far from your style. A blue dress would have to do.
Gojo insisted on picking you up because, according to him, if Choso didn’t come, the others would leave you alone, thinking you were with him. Which, surprisingly, made perfect sense.
“Stay away from the blue cups, don’t drink anything they give you, and I don’t know, use protection,” Gojo said as he drove.
“Listen to Daddy Gojo, beautiful,” Geto said, then laughed when Gojo flipped him off.
The party was already in full swing when you arrived, your heart racing with fear of not finding Choso and him thinking you’d tricked him.
“Look in the corners or in less crowded places. We’ll be near the kitchen if you need anything,” Geto said, and you hugged him gratefully. He was really good at reading people.
Well, you did exactly as he said, but Choso seemed nowhere to be found. You were about to give up when you went to get a drink and through the window you could see Choso outside, near the pool, leaning against a column. Oh, how could he be so handsome? The pool lights shone on his face along with the dim light of his phone; Choso was playing with his lip piercing while his nimble fingers slid across the screen. You didn’t think twice about abandoning your drink and going over to him.
“You came,” you said, unable to hide your smile.
His eyes darted to your figure, and you wanted to kiss him right then and there. The way his eyes shone in your direction almost took your breath away.
"Are you with Gojo?" he said quickly, then looked away. "I mean, um, I thought you weren't coming."
"Are you jealous?" you asked softly as you moved closer.
Choso was an enigma to you. A very tall and attractive enigma. But the more you interacted with him, the more you realized he was quite shy and reserved, which only made you lose your fear of rejection and desire him even more.
"No." Choso said sharply, his expression hardening.
He was avoiding looking at you, but you could see his face becoming increasingly flushed.
"You know, Choso, that's a shame because I like you and I thought it was reciprocated…" you admitted, your body now pressed against his. Your breasts pressed against his arm.
"You like me?" he asked, and you felt a certain change in his behavior.
"Yes, what are you going to do?" you asked. Your body now pressed against his from the front.
Choso instinctively held your waist, and your arms encircled his neck.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, closing his eyes and tilting his head toward your hand, which had moved down to caress his face.
"Kiss me…" you barely managed to finish, as Choso quickly pressed his lips against yours.
Choso melted against your lips, his tongue sliding over yours, pressing against the piercing and making you want more and more of him. Your fingers tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, and Choso's hands squeezed your buttocks as if it were the only thing keeping him standing at that moment.
"Choso…" you moaned as his hot kisses moved to your neck.
You didn't know how to feel at that point; he wasn't as shy and inexperienced as you'd imagined, but that only made the discomfort between your legs worse. You hated hickeys, but you couldn't think of anything else when Choso's tongue piercing brushed against the skin of your neck after a little bite.
"I guess I like parties now," he said, pulling away, his gaze devastating. Dilated pupils, rosy cheeks, slightly messy hair, drooping eyelids, and swollen, red lips.
"I knew it would be better if you came," you said.
"Sorry I didn't say it before, but you look beautiful," Choso said with a weak smile.
"Come home with me?" you asked, so needy of Choso it almost hurt.
Choso took a deep breath, his fingers now adjusting your curls. "Are you sure?"
You simply nodded, then took his hand to leave. But Choso wasn't in such a hurry; he held your wrist and drew your attention back to him.
"Relax. Me agreeing to go to your place doesn't mean I'm expecting anything more to happen, okay? We can just watch a movie or talk," he said.
"Choso, you don't want something more to happen?" you asked.
"That's not what I said, I just don't want you to feel obligated to do anything with me just because you invited me to your house…"
"Choso, I swear if you keep being this nice I'll pull down your pants and ride you right here at this party." You said, leaving him completely speechless and even redder than before.
You left through the back to avoid comments; Choso had gone by car, so the trip to your house would be short.
Choso was now in your room, right in front of you, just as you had imagined thousands of times.
"Are you nervous?" he asked, so sweetly, so attentively.
"Not really. It's just that I idealized this moment so much that now I don't know where to begin," you admitted.
Choso nodded. He carefully tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, where he placed kisses on each of your fingers. Choso looked at you tenderly before saying anything, and when he did, it almost made you moan.
"How about starting with that sitting position you mentioned earlier?" he asked casually, his face shifting from innocence to pure lust. Choso put your thumb in his mouth and sucked on it, then circled the tip with his perforated tongue. All this without taking his eyes off yours.
The movements of his tongue on your finger instantly brought heat to your clit. Oh, how you wanted his tongue there. You then pushed him until Choso was sitting on the bed. He looked at you as if he had become a different person, a one hundred percent horny version of Choso.
Your legs were on either side of his waist, while you relentlessly swayed against his erection through his clothes. Choso helped you, pulling you closer and closer, as if it were possible. One of his hands held you in place and the other squeezed your ample breasts. The kiss was messy: bites, sucks, wet noises, whimpers.
"Don't come like that…" Choso pleaded in a loud whimper as he broke the kiss and gripped your waist tightly. "I want to taste you." He continued.
Choso sat you on the bed, then stood up and took off his own shirt. Your teeth caught your lower lip at the sight. That's why his clothes are so loose, Choso is incredibly hot. Nothing exaggerated, but defined. You wanted to drown in that chest, you wanted him to put you in a headlock, you wanted to mark him. Luckily, you had the whole night ahead of you.
Choso knelt in front of you, and without thinking twice, you teased the bulge in his pants with your foot. Choso threw his head back and let out a groan that sent shivers down your spine. How could he be so seductive? You were going crazy. He held your foot in place and thrust against it, rolling his eyes and opening his mouth, letting out a long whimper. His hand moved up to your thigh, pushing it aside to encourage you to open your legs.
Choso's expression would have been pitiful in any other situation, but that puppy-dog face of his was only making you wetter. Choso lifted your dress and groaned softly at the sight of the large wet stain on your panties. He moved his face closer and inhaled, his eyes closing. Choso didn't hesitate for another second before sucking on you through your panties. Your fingers immediately went to his dark hair, gripping it and preventing you from disappearing into pleasure.
"CHOSO… AAH!" your moans echoed through the room along with the wet sound of Choso sucking on your wet pussy. He groaned with each tug on his hair, and the vibration only added to the pleasure. "Ah…don't stop, plea-" another moan.
Choso was extremely skilled, each suck bringing your closer to orgasm.
"You taste so good." Choso murmured, leaving a bite on the inside of your thigh before removing your panties.
"More, Choso… I need more, please…"
Choso took his time, as if he were making out with your slit. But it was when he began to penetrate your tight entrance with his tongue that your eyes rolled back, and just the pressure of the metal of his tongue against your clit made you whimper his name nonstop. Your body trembling and your hips moving involuntarily toward Choso's wonderful mouth.
"Fuck, Choso…mmn." You sighed, coming down from your ecstasy while your fingers still caressed his silk hair.
"You're so fucking hot," Choso said, standing up. His mouth glistened to his chin with your satisfaction.
You pulled him by the belt, you needed him in your mouth as much as you needed him inside you, pushing deep and making you lose your senses. As soon as the belt undid, Choso's pants fell to his feet, revealing the white boxers he was wearing. The bulge there was surreal, accompanied by a stain of precum. You lowered Choso's underwear and his cock sprang out, almost hitting your face. You looked up and there was Choso, his face already contorted in pleasure. He groaned just looking at you in that position, so close to his cock and about to suck it.
Choso's cock was red, sensitive and swollen and… pierced. Your eyes widened in pure lust and disbelief. And then you remembered what Geto had said. He has piercings. You didn't wait another second, your lips parted and your head began to move up and down. The sensation of him in your mouth, filling and throbbing and weighing on your tongue, making you moan.
"Oh my god…ngh-fuuuck!" Choso whimpered. His head fell back and his eyes rolled back. The muscles of his abdomen contracted along with his thighs as you moved back and forth, sucking and stimulating him. You were never a big fan of blowjobs, but Choso was different. He aroused you; you took him to the back of your throat and it wasn't enough. Your tongue stimulated the piercings he had on his head—a small one on the frenulum and two others on the glans. Your hand massaged his balls, and your mouth took Choso to heaven and hell at the same time.
"Ah…ngh- please please please I'm cumming! Fuck-ah ah ah stop!" Choso whimpered shamelessly. His fingers buried in your curls, unsure whether to pull or push you.
Choso's head spun every time your nose touched his pelvis or your tongue circled the piercing that went through the head of his dick. Choso wanted to look at you more, but his eyes kept rolling back. Moans and more moans escaped from deep in his throat; oh, he was about to make a mess.
"Please, please, please—oh my fucking god, ngh! Sucking me so fucking good, sweetheart… oh fuck, I'm gonna cum-ngh..! Let me fill that pretty mouth of yours, please, princess." By this point, Choso was already thrusting wildly against your mouth, without any rhythm.
Saliva dripped down your chin to his balls, but neither of you cared. A thin layer already adorned Choso's pale skin, making him even more irresistible. You didn't respond to his pleas, only took a deep breath and took him once more to the back of your throat, where, with a final moan and some whimpers, Choso reached his orgasm. Filling your mouth with a hot, thick, and slightly salty load. You swallowed quickly, putting it back in your mouth to clean it, receiving a small hiss from Choso, due to the sensitivity.
Choso was panting, glistening. He ran a hand through his hair, tossing it back. And you could come again just from that sight. He carefully and quickly removed your dress, using the fabric to wipe your mouth, chin, and neck.
"You're unbelievable," Choso said as he lay down on top of you.
The kisses returned, calmer, more seductive and intriguing, and full of the taste of both of you. Choso's hands roamed over your body, one holding your neck while the other alternated between squeezing your bare breast and your waist. His hands only concerned themselves with pulling Choso closer; you wanted—needed—more. You wanted to feel more of his body, wanted to hear more of his pained and pathetic moans; you were addicted.
Choso began to suck on your nipple, leaving a trail of bites in his wake. His erection throbbed and wet your belly; you felt the weight, the heat, and your pussy contracted in anticipation.
"Cho… please-ah! I need you inside…" you begged, pulling his hair to force him to look at you.
Choso stared intently at you, his hands already on your waist, squeezing firmly. "What did you say?" he asked. His breathing was as erratic as yours. "What did you call me, princess?" Choso seemed about to lose his mind at any moment.
"Cho, I need you." You said calmly, letting the nickname slide down your tongue. And there Choso felt all his sanity evaporate; he would make you scream that nickname all night long.
Choso slid inside you in a single thrust, making both of you groan loudly and the headboard bang against the wall.
"Again…" he let out in a breathy moan.
Your senses had already given up. Choso was big and thick, and the piercings massaged your walls in the best way possible.
"Ngh-Choso!" You didn't know where to grab onto, the sheets, Choso, or your own breasts, which swayed with each thrust.
"No. Try again." Choso said, his deep voice sounding rough against your face. He grabbed your legs and bent them until your knee was pressed against your breasts. "I want to hear…oh-don't squeeze me like that-fuck!"
"And I thought you were a virgin-ah! S'so deep, Chooo..!"
"Surprised because I know how to fuck?" He laughed.
Choso seemed to go deeper and deeper each time you moaned his name. Your nails left marks on his back and arms, but the only thing that mattered to Choso was your moans and the sight of his cock being swallowed by your swollen pussy. Choso was right, you were surprised. You didn't need to give any advice, you didn't need to teach anything, just surrender and receive all the mind-blowing pleasure that Choso was willing to give you.
You could barely keep your eyes open, completely dumb by how well Choso was fucking you, but whenever you managed to open them you were met with a Choso even more ruined than you: eyes half-open, panting, and with his mouth open, letting out the most delicious whimpers you'd ever heard.
"Taking me so-fuck!… so fucking well." Choso's eyes rolled. "Oh fuckfuckfuck!-ngh… gonna fill ya up soon."
"mm… but you just-ah!"
The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened; you wouldn't last much longer either. Choso moved away enough to turn you over on the bed, putting you on all fours for him. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this…" Choso confessed, and then a slap marked your ass, eliciting a long moan from you.
It didn't take long for you to start fucking yourself against him, begging him to thrust inside you again. Choso quickly grabbed your hair, pulling you back before starting to move. Your back arched pornographically as all you could do was moan, cry, and receive Choso's mean thrusts.
The confessions didn't stop; Choso spoke so dirty, all the things he had imagined with you while his glans pounded your cervix. You were on the verge of madness. How could Choso, your Choso, be as obsessed with you as you were with him?
"Please, let me fill this pretty pussy… oh-I'm so fucking…ngh!…close."
You felt the veins of his cock thicken, felt his balls pounding your clit, his fingers marking your waist. You felt Choso everywhere.
"Cho-ngh… gonna cum-oh my god!" Your face sank into the pillow, but Choso would never let you stifle your moans, so your head was quickly lifted, with a gentle tug on your curly hair.
"Ah! Give it to me, Cho… be a good boy and cum inside…" you said breathlessly, mischievously and provocatively. You just knew exactly what you were doing to him.
Choso didn't need anything more. Your makeup was smudged, your eyes moist, your expression of pleasure, and your hair tousled between his fingers. Choso came and came hard, burying himself deeper inside you and moaning in your ear like a slut. You could feel the mess running down the inside of your thighs as you squeezed and collapsed around him.
You both collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and satisfied. Choso pulled you to lie on his chest and you spent some time like that, resting and cuddling each other.
"You're a pervert, Choso Kamo," you said, lifting your head to look at him.
Choso smiled slightly, his eyelids heavy. "Are you going to punish me for this?" he asked, and you could already feel his semi-hard cock against your thigh.
"Choso!" you gave him a light tap on the shoulder while trying to hold back a laugh.
It didn't seem like a bad idea, actually. So, in a few minutes you found yourself mounted on Choso's cock, your thighs burning from the effort and your pussy throbbing from the stretch his dick was giving you.
"Having trouble there?" Choso teased.
"How-ngh-how did you get it all in at once?" you sighed, finally taking more than half of it.
"mm… you're doing well." Choso sighed, his head already tilting slightly back.
Choso's hand slid down to the middle of your legs, where he began to caress your clit.
"Come on, go down more for me… you can do it." The words came out drawn out, his voice deep.
You were determined to wipe that smug little smile off his face. Your hands rested on his chest, you moved up to his tip and slowly swayed before going down, taking it all in one go. The burning sensation slowly subsided with the whimpering sound Choso let out.
"Hands up, Cho…" you said, pushing his hands away from your waist, then starting to move along his length.
Your rhythm was tortuous, slow. You swayed with him fully inside, stimulating your clitoris against his pelvis. Choso was already a mess.
"Faster, please…" he begged, his biceps muscles twitching as Choso tried to control himself from touching you.
You ignored him; after all, it was a punishment, wasn't it?
Choso gripped the sheets, his desperate whimpers filling the entire room, and soon you could feel the thrusts coming from below. Choso was thrusting against you, making you bounce on his cock. You literally felt like you were in a rodeo.
Your body leaned forward, your hands holding his above his head and your legs going one on each side of his waist. Your movements quickened, now, in addition to Choso's moans, the sound of skin against skin also filled the room.
Choso's eyes rolled back, he moaned shamelessly, making you contract even more around his thick cock.
"Oh, Cho, y'dick is soooo good-ngh," you moaned, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasurable sensation of having him inside you.
Choso stared at you for a few seconds, completely amazed, before throwing his head back and trembling, ejaculating inside you without warning.
"Oh fuck… don't stop, don't stop, don't-ngh!"
Another vision fulfilled. Choso, sweaty, beneath you, moaning incessantly.
"I'll cum again-ngh-fuck!"
He was so pathetic, letting himself be held and dominated by you while he kept stuffing your pussy with his cum that it became too much for you. You kissed him, a desperate and uncoordinated kiss, where you both moaned each other's names as you came for the third time that night.
"I could die stuffed inside this pussy…" was all Choso murmured before you both fell asleep.
Guess who's baaack
I just read my dms and I LOVE YOU'LL SO MUCH! I'll write your reqs soon, i loved all of them, very criative!
I was having a baad time, but i'm okay now. Missed you guys soo much. I'm very excited to write about dorohedoro again! Season is ouuut
sukuna knows women. he knows how to please them. how to make them moan, whine, cry. but knowing how to please a woman doesn’t mean he knows women. aka a woman’s cycle. in simple terms, sukuna has mainly grown up with men, his gramps, his brothers, toji — all he knows is a girl has a period, but he has never bothered to stay with a girl long enough to actually address her period.
well until his fuck buddy, you, open your door for him.
his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you towards his chest, lips locking with yours in moments. “Mmm,” he groans, tongue pushing past your lips, just to feel you press a hand to his chest. your lips break, air filling his lungs in disdain, eyes narrowing at you for pushing him away.
“you didn’t text me, dude,” you say, letting him pull away to drop his backbag on the floor, plastic bag in hand as he kicks his shoes off.
“got outta the gym late. lost track of time,” he walks two steps to the kitchen pulling out two energy drinks, a protein drink, and a couple protein bars. “fuck,” he cups his crotch, palming himself through his low hanging sweats. he opens his shake. “accidentally swiped on that video ya’ sent me from the summer. I watched the whole thing between my sets.” his hand tips back, throat bopping as he chugs the shake, eyes closing as he sees the video play back in his mind, hand still on his bulge.
you’re leaning against the column between your smaller than small living room and kitchen, eyeing the way he’s shamelessly groping himself in front of you, men. you sigh, internally.
“hey,” he suddenly appears in front of you, towering. his musky scent fills your nose as he cups your neck, the other resting on your hip. he slowly lowers himself, tilting your chin up with a thumb as his lips connect with yours again. “haah,” he sighs, kissing your lips like it’s his saving grace, his sweats hang low on his hips as he presses himself against you. “remember that video?” he husks, “the one with ya’ spreading your legs out for the camera—“
you gently press a hand to his chest again, cheeks flushed, but stomach churning uncomfortably. “ryo—“
“wanna see this pussy,” he doesn’t even hesitate, he drops his head to your neck, kissing the exposed skin before dropping to a knee, hands on your hips. “wanna smell how good she is—“
“ryo,” you press a hand to his forehead, face aflame, as you push him back. your heart hammers as he frowns up at you, jaw tight and hands tightening around your waist. “I got my period yesterday.”
….
a silent beat passes.
then.
FUCK!
sukuna is horrible at controlling his face.
you immediately notice his dilated pupils dissipate, and the excitement die behind his eyes. your lips purse, making a my bad king type of face. but sukuna looks absolutely destroyed, his head drops forward, desperately trying to control his eye roll, but you catch it , along with the way he presses his face into your stomach, and groans. loud. uncontrolled.
“sorry…I forgot to text you, and you came all the way here,” you pat his shoulder apologetically, though you’re not super sympathetic since it’s not your fault.
“ya’ have cramps or some shit?” he grumbles against your sleep shirt.
“had crazy cramps this morning, but just like…not in the mood right now,” you cringe while saying it, but sukuna just sighs.
you bite your cheek as you watch him sit back on his heels. his black sweats straining against his thighs, his bulge shameless as it presses up against the material. your eyes flick over him again, wetting your lip as you reach for his hair. hesitant. but eventually…your manicured nails run through the slightly damp, salmon colored hair. you watch in silent awe as his lashes weigh down, and his jaw tightens like he’s holding himself back. your nails scratch his scalp, lightly, but enough to elect a raw groan from the back of his throat.
you bite your lip, eyeing the dark flush crawling up his neck, and dusting his cheeks a light pink. his large palm rests on your outer thigh and the other flexing as it grips his erection. how far will he—
“not cumming in my fucking sweats,” he suddenly barks, getting to his feet. your hand drops as he walks towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, he kicks the door shut behind him.
your lips purse again, biting your cheek as you hear the shower turn on. men.
that was how sukuna dealt with his fuck buddy being on her period. somehow always finding out last minute that you’re bleeding, and in no mood for action — except for those very rare occasions, well he can’t divulge too much now since you never want him to mention it again — and he’s forced to take care of his problem in your shower. his rough calloused palm — a contrast from your soft smaller ones — jerks his painfully hard throbbing cock to the images of you floating in his mind until he’s finally shooting his thick white load all over your shower wall. haze clearing up as he watches the cum slide down. and then he’ll step out of the bathroom, usually wearing a pair of sweats he’d forgotten here, along with a plain black tee, and crash on the couch as you do your homework. he’ll eye you a bit, but eventually shift his attention to the tv and knockout.
it would be difficult for those five to seven days, especially when you would be slightly more clipped with him, or just plain bitchy and short tempered (like him). but it’d get him all hot and bothered, especially since he can’t act on it.
that was sukuna’s perception of a woman’s cycle. before he never cared, now he cares just a little more because he can’t have sex with you when you’re on your period.
but as smart as sukuna is, it takes a little more brain power for him to realize what this is.
this being, how he’s wound up because he’s trying to get through this studying for an upcoming exam. he’s far from prepared for and the best way for him to study is to be around someone who takes it seriously— you. and yet…
and yet, you won’t stop moving!
at first you were sitting across from him in the library. then you shift to the seat at corner of the table, and then you move to sit directly beside him.
“you need help?” he suddenly cuts. you’re shifting beside him stops, brows pulled in confusion.
“was just uncomfortable, am i disturbing you?”
his brow twitches, but you were completely innocent. your brow pulled up, like he’s the crazy one, and not you, who’s moved around like ten times in the last hour!!
“just a little,” he mutters, putting his headphones back on and turning back to his work. luckily, you seem to have settled down, attention back on your own studies. engrossed in your review sheets and notes, as sukuna reviews for his own exam.
however, what the fratboy did notice was even when shoko stopped bye to chat, and utahime came to whisper some gossip to you between her class, you didn’t move once. his brow quirked briefly when utahime chatted across the table, and instead of getting up and going to the hallway to talk freely, you remain seated, right beside him, and right against him.
what’s going on?
“I swear I told the girl I didn’t even know who she was talking about it—but she didn’t even care. girl! I wasn’t talking to your ex,” utahime rambles in hushed whispers, similar to the whispered conversations at other tables.
your brows furrow in shock, “what the hell?? why the heck is she even confronting you in the middle of class though? that’s so weird.”
“that’s what I’m sayinggg!!!”
sukuna has every reason to snap at you both right now. to tell you two to shut the fuck up or go outside. seriously, it was distracting as fuck. but his mind was short circuiting and stumbling around all because of how fucking close you are to him.
his arms are leaning over the table, biceps bulging from his tshirt, scribbling practice equations and notes. and you’re leaning over in an identical position, but your side is fully pressed against his arm. your zip up hoodie resting around your hips after you’d shrugged it off, and your usual cold skin was searing hot against his. skin to skin. and it’s been like that for the past twenty minutes.
usually when your friends stop by to ramble you have the curiosity to step away so he can study. but not this time— well you did a similar thing a month ago too. sticking to him like glue. brushing your fingers over the veins of his forearm—
“okay, I’ll update you later, but thanks for letting me borrow your airpods!” utahime concludes her rant with finally returning your airpods and running off to her next class. sukuna lets out an air of relief, relaxing beside you.
finally, some peace and quiet in the library.
…shift…
well, it could only last so long.
his brows furrow as he glances over at you, your cheek is now resting on his arm, mindlessly reading your notes like this is normal. is it because he’s finally anxious about an exam after so long, that he’s noticing how touchy you’re being? or maybe you’re not in the mood to do your work and in the mood for something else—
tch, he doesn’t have time to find some room to fuck you in though. it’s the middle of the day and the library is packed. the last thing you’d want is for someone to see you both. however, he can’t even tell if you want any action right now. it just looks like you’re tired…and clingy…?
sukuna exhales, thumb pressing against his jaw in thought, while you shift again, oblivious to his internal turmoil, cheek smushed against his arm…
“you hungry?” he interrupts, desperate for his mind to quiet down.
“not really,” you mutter, focused on your homework.
his lips downturn, pen tapping the desk, “I’m gonna grab another celsius.” he suddenly stands, startling you for a moment, noticing the way your pretty lashes blink in surprise. you’re definitely just focused on school…but last month you were acting the same-ish…if he’s right, then when he comes back…you’ll…
he places a celsius in front of you, eyes flicking over you as he sips his drink. you hum in distracted appreciation, like you can’t even see him sliding back into his seat, legs spread, and arms coming up back to the table to grab his pen. but like glue, you’re sliding yourself right beside him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, and taking a subtle inhale.
what the hell?!? it’s like he can predict you’re every move now?!
it didn’t stop there. the puzzle pieces are starting to come together slowly. especially when you subtly kept a grip on his arm muttering how he can finish studying at your place, without the distraction of the frat—which you rarely pressure him to do a night before an exam. except instead of going straight to the bathroom to shower, you followed him to your couch and sat beside him.
“do you mind if I turn on the tv?” you ask with such an unnerving amount of gentleness, glancing at him with your full undivided attention.
his brow quirks, why’re you looking at him like that? “it’s your place, woman.”
you hum, relaxing back, albeit pressed to his side and your knees tucked up, as he leans over on the coffee table (aka your only desk in your small ass apartment) reviewing more work. but just moments later he’s sliding to the floor for more comfortability—
“why’d you move?” your voice cuts through the quiet apartment.
“huh?”
sukuna glances back, brow quirked with confusion at the frown you’re wearing. “leaning over is fucking with my back,” he tsks, earning him an uncharacteristically quick attitude switch from you — your eyes roll, your entire body slumps further back on the couch that you’re basically laying across it, and your cute bottom lip juts out in an irritated, subtle pout. seriously? sukuna scoffs internally. you’re acting like such a brat??? for real this time.
your cheeks press against the cushion. your hypnotizing eyes flick between his, then eventually settle on his lips. they’re slightly chapped, pink…pretty…kissable…
“ya need something?” he snaps without any bite. you’re zoning out again. your eyes drift off, and your lips part lost in thought. “zoning out—“ are the words that you here before you feel an aggressive (light in his mind) flick to your forehead. “again!”
“ow!” you groan loud, face quickly turning and pressing into the cushion in annoyance. “what the hell!” your muffled yell barely comes out.
“what the hell me?” he tsks, rough hand landing on your head, and turning your face back for air. “I was talking and you did that shit again—“
“what thing?!” you scoff, brows pinched in anger as you stare into his eyes….his deep…dark…lidded…crimson eyes…..haah—
“that,” he exhales, hand softening on your temple, and irritation slipping away with your usual antics. “how do you even zone out that fast?”
your glossy lips part, manicured nail brushing your bottom lip, heat pooling between your legs, and eyes half lidded… “was thinking about your eyes.”
the softness of your tone was more shocking than the actual words that came out of your mouth. or it was the combination of both. or the bluntness of your gentle honey sweet voice that took sukuna by surprise…
but he blinked. once. twice—
“first it was your lips,” you whisper with a breathless sigh. your finger carefully reaching out and touching his lips. you mimic the way he parts his lips with your own. his thick brows creating a shadow over his lidded eyes. “then your eyes.” you explain with such clarity, it had sukuna short circuiting as he tries to rationalize why you’re acting this way—
“that’s why i zoned out,” you conclude, shifting closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him. your eyes dot up at him, brushing his bottom lip, pulling it down with a thumb. “you distract me sometimes.” you’re tired…it was a long day of classes and it was the middle of the week. that has to be the reason, sukuna thinks.
by now, he knows that look.
you wanna fuck.
“Mmm,” you whine the moment he presses his lips to yours. your tongue immediately finding his as your nails course through his hair. tugging. “make me cum, ryo.”
he snorts in your mouth, rough hand pushing your shirt up, thumbing your bra before hooking his thumb under and lifting up. “should’ve just told me ya want your pussy wet—“
“it’s already wet,” you cut, “been wet all day.”
shiit, he groans into your lips, pushing his hand down, past your waistband. “fucking slut.” a breathy gasp slips out as he cups your wet sticky pussy. “fucking drenched, dirty brat.” his teeth sink into your bottom lip as you whine louder, unaware how sukuna’s neck is unbelievably red. why do you taste sweeter?
“Mmm lift your hips up,” he husks. you don’t get the chance to react when he’s suddenly yanking your pants and drenched panties off. “spread ‘em.”
your tongue pokes your bottom lip, opening your legs for your fuck buddy. his huge palms press against your thighs, grabbing fistfuls and licking his bottom lip as your sticky pussy comes into view. his pupils dilate as he watches your hole twitch. and your scent immediately hits his nose. “you’re gonna taste so good today.” he mutters to himself, but your brow lifts.
“what’s different about today?”
he leans forward, eyes flicking up as he exhales. is he drunk? his eyes roll back, cock throbbing in his pants and he inhales again—fuuck, you smell so much sweeter, “nothin.” his tongue shuts you right up as he licks a long wet lewd strip up your folds. your back immediately arches off the couch, nails digging into his scalp as his beefy arms lock around your thighs, moaning. your sweet honey floods his taste buds…this pussy has always hypnotized him, aroma consuming him and taste intoxicating him…but now that he thinks about…this small little difference in taste and scent, a bit sweeter, happened last month—
“ryo—haah ah mmh ya like my pussy?” your eyes flutter as you keep them on sukuna’s flushed face.
his eyes roll back, completely falling apart between your thighs as he groans a deep husky, “fuck yeah.”
your stomach burns hot at his voice, and voice pitching higher as his tongue delves inside your hole. “haaaah—your mouth is so good, baby—ngh been wet all day,” you confess in your pleasure. “was staring at your hands all day, ryo—they’re so big…l-like your di—ahh—“ fuck you’re talking a lot, sukuna groans, annoyed how worked up your voice is getting him.
his tongue laps and sucks, his salvia creating an even bigger mess. he pulls away, cheeks dusted a deep red as he spits directly onto your puffy clit, pupils dilating as he spreads the mess all over your swollen clit. “these hands,” he runs his calloused palm over your lower stomach. your pupils grow black with lust. pupils blown as you stare at the way his hand encompasses the entire surface. his crimson irises dilate once he sees the lust all over your face. “want them inside ya?”
you nod, immediately.
he doesn’t wait.
two long, thick fingers push past the initial tightness, feeling the gummy walls of your pussy hug his digits with delight. your jaw falls slack, drool slipping as he leans down to plant wet kisses along your lower stomach, forearms and biceps flexing as he pistons his fingers in n out. the squelching fills his ears as you moan above him.
“ngh! fuh ryo, feels good, kiss—kiss me down there—“ you push his head down until his lips connect with your clit again, sucking. rough. mean. teeth sinking just hard enough to make your eyes water and a choked cry slip your lips. “ryo,” you mewl with such lewd sweetness that this huge 6’5 hunk is practically moaning in response. “ry—my pussy—ahh gun —mmm c-close—gun cum—“
but sukuna has already lost all sanity with how good your slick tastes. his eyes roll back pushing you over the edge. “mmm fuck!” you cry, lashes wet as they flutter from the pleasure coursing out of you. his throat bops swallowing and lapping your sweet slick like it’s a drug — which it might as well be with the way his cock is throbbing in his boxers just from eating his fuck buddy’s sweet pussy. “taste like fucking honey,” he groans, cleaning you up like a dog. he pants, catching his breath as he climbs up to your lips like a starved animal. he smashes his lips against you, kissing your spit slicked lips with a loud groan. how do your lips taste sweet too?
“gonna be a good brat and let me fuck this tight pussy?” He grunts, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down along with his boxers, freeing his painfully erect cock.
your tongues collide, dumb whine coming from the back of your throat, and hands running up and locking around his neck. “f’course.”
fucking you rough and fast on the couch as you babbled like a dumb slut, drunk on his cock, had him seeing stars. he was desperately trying to figure out how you're handling him with how uncharacteristically rough he’s being, but you haven’t told him to stop.
"ry—aa-haah!"
shit. he'd flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips , ass in the air as he slams his thick throbbing cock in from behind. his rough palm is pressed into your lower back keeping you in that deep arch he loves, and hand cracking the nth spank to your sore ass. "feel good?"
"so good ryo—wanna cum again -cum-ngh haah please please-"
unbelievable.
and it’s not until he’s panting on the couch, your limp body resting across it, completely and utterly spent, does he realize just how rough he was being. his jaw tenses, as the fog clears up.
“hey…” his voice treads lightly, cautious as he turns on the couch, glancing at your resting form. your shirt covers your breasts after he finally came and let you lay back on the couch. but his spend leaks out of your abused hole, and your ass is still burning from his mean spanks. “hey…” he leans over you, hand brushing your waist. grounding. “you okay?”
he watches carefully as you turn on your side, eyes heavy as you blink up at him. “yeah…you okay?”
“you okay with how we fucked?”
you don’t blink, “yeah.”
yeah, somethings up. he was rough, even he knows that much. and you took it well. more than well, you were begging for me.
all of those should’ve been signs. the closeness, the slight sweetness spike in your slick and saliva. how unbelievably heavenly you smell, all the time. how you didn’t mind how rough he was. but the cherry on top was the party friday.
the frat is lit up like a damn fever dream. neon strips line the railings, glow paint smeared across walls and skin, bass from the dj bleeding through the floors as the pool outside shimmers under colored lights. it’s packed, but not suffocating. invite-only for once. people actually have room to breathe, but it was mainly because they didn’t want any complaints so early in the semester.
sukuna is sat back on the patio couch, shirtless, skin still damp from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat catching the lights every time he moves, tattoos flexing over his well defined muscles. gojo was loud beside him, geto half-listening while scrolling on his phone, a couple other guys scattered around with some girls mingling between them. but sukuna isn’t paying attention to any of it.
he has a drink in his hand, untouched. his eyes keep drifting. back to you. somewhere near the edge of the pool, laughing at something utahime is saying, glowing under the neon like it was made for you. your bikini hugged your tits so well he’d pop a boner if he stares too hard. the droplets run down your soft skin, as he sees you fix your necklace as you say something to your friend.
he clicks his tongue, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “you ever notice they act different sometimes?” he mutters, low enough that it doesn’t carry past the music.
nanami, sitting beside him in swim shorts, thick legs spread open for all to eye and an open button up putting his defined abs on full display, along with the sneaky patch of blonde hair peaking out of his waistband, doesn’t even look up from his phone. “that’s a very broad statement.”
sukuna exhales through his nose. “nah, like—” he pauses, frowning slightly, like he’s trying to piece a puzzle together when he doesn’t have all the pieces yet. “it’s not random.”
nanami studies him for a second, then follows his line of sight, and finds you immediately. is he starting to realize his feelings for you?— “not random how?”
sukuna tilts his head, “just… different. clingier. or—” he gestures vaguely with his drink. “more into it.”
nanami raises a brow. “into what.”
sukuna gives him a look like don’t be fucking stupid.
nanami hums, finally catching on, taking a slow sip. “you’re asking if there’s a pattern to women’s behavior.”
“i’m saying there is one,” sukuna mutters aggressively. “i just don’t know what the hell it is.”
“you know,” nanami says calmly, “they have cycles.”
there’s a beat. then sukuna leans back, jaw ticking slightly, still watching you. “yeah I fucking know that,” he mutters. “It’s annoying.”
nanami glances at him again, lost. “what is.”
sukuna doesn’t answer right away. just takes another sip, eyes narrowing faintly. “the way it’s not consistent.”
nanami huffs quietly, amused now . “if you’re starting to notice now then it is consistent.”
sukuna side-eyes him. nanami is no better than gojo or geto, he’s just more subtle about his innuendos. “I’m not noticing shit—“
nanami shrugs, setting his glass down. unaware that gojo and geto have agreed on teams.
“okay! water volleyball!” gojo’s voice cuts clean through the bass, already halfway to the pool as he grins like he’s been waiting for this all night. a cheer ripples through the patio. of course it does. a house full of athletes, half-naked, girls in bikinis, a competition handed to them on a silver platter? yeah, they’re moving before the rules are even explained.
geto stretches his arms above his head as he stands, “hey! the love of god,” he mutters, loud enough for the frat president t to hear him, “try not to break anyone’s teeth this time.”
gojo laughs, already hopping to his side of the pool because obviously he’s one of the captains. “no promises.”
sukuna’s already up, taking the second captain title and just like that — whatever train of thought he was stuck on snaps clean in half. gone. replaced with something sharper, more familiar. his shoulders roll once, loose, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the space, the people already splitting into sides. his team or gojo’s team. they’re always on opposite teams. it makes it more fun.
“don’t get in my way,” he tosses to gojo as he steps around to his end of the pool, his hand brushing his stomach as he crack his neck.
“you wish,” gojo shoots back.
people start gathering, some hanging back to watch, others eager, slipping into the water, calling out sides, laughing as they pick teams. a younger pledge scrambles to the middle, already trying to take control after geto shoves him in to the play referee, whistle in hand like this is some official match.
and of course, even as chaos takes over the yard. your eyes find him. instinctive, like something in you locks in and refuses to look anywhere else.
sukuna stands at the edge, skin still glistening under the neon, muscles flexing lazily as he stretches his arm over his head. his back, his shoulders, the deep v- line that has your eyes following down to the tuft of light hair peaking out the same one you always find yourself caressing during foreplay— it’s too much. it’s always too much, but tonight it sits heavier in your chest, lower in your stomach, something warm and insistent that doesn’t let up between your legs.
your clit throbs.
“wait—” utahime grabs your wrist, staring at you like you’ve lost your mind. “you hate this stuff.”
you don’t even look at her. “it’ll be fun,” you murmur, already pulling away. and then you’re moving. slipping from your seat on the edge of the pool and jumping in.
the water hits cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that’s been building under it. you swim to sukuna’s side, breath catching slightly as you orient yourself to the chaos around you, because normally, usually, a crowded sweaty pool was something you’d avoid, but—he’s already looking at you. your thighs press together.
his eyes are not casual, not passing, he’s looking. his gaze drops first. slow and deliberate, catching the faint mark on your neck, the one he left last night, barely visible under the colored lights. his jaw ticks. then lower, just for a second, the way your body shifts in the water, the ripple of movement as you steady yourself, the rise and fall of your breasts threatening to spill out. the water calmly rocks underneath them. then his gaze shifts back to your face, and you’re still staring at him. you’re not even trying to hide it.
something about that makes his brow twitch.
because you’re not looking away. not when he meets your eyes. not when the noise around you spikes, not when someone splashes too close. your focus stays locked, heavy, almost… expectant.
it lingers a second too long. then—
“teams set!” the pledge yells, blowing the whistle way too aggressively. “first to ten— no cheap shots—“ he glances around before catching geto lounged on the other side of the pool, some girl already pressed against his arm. “OH! no punches or choking!”
“shut up and start it,” gojo calls from the other side, already grinning, bouncing lightly in the water.
sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you for another beat. then he exhales through his nose, turning slightly, shoulders squaring as the ball is tossed into play and he’s in the pool.
the game starts rough. the second the ball is tossed, two guys are already lunging for it. water splashing high, bodies colliding mid-air before someone spikes it hard across the pool. girls moved out of the way, squealing as huge men fight. a chorus of shouts erupts from the sidelines, music still blasting behind it, neon lights flickers over wet skin and moving bodies.
gojo, the ever responsible fraternity president, grins like a man possessed on the other side. sukuna, the very responsible vice president, is barking like a mad man.
and of course, the competitive idiots fall into rhythm with each other. fast, aggressive, locked in, and every hit gets harder, a slightly more violent. every return is sharper and people start gathering closer to the edge, phones out, recording, yelling their names like it’s a real match instead of a drunk frat game.
“c’mon, kuna!” someone shouts.
“gojo! spike that shit!”
water slaps against tile. everything is moving fast, bodies move out of the way so they’re not hit by the aggressive spikes from the frat hosts. but they still refuse to leave the pool because it’s fun, messy, loud, and heated.
and then the ball comes your way. your eyes widen, barely able to think, so you just react. your hands come up, fingers pushing against it just right, and somehow, you’re sending it up in a clean arc, right to him.
sukuna moves instantly….he jumps, sculpted body cutting through the air, arm pulling back before he slams the ball down with violent force, sending it crashing into gojo’s side of the pool.
a winning point. a cheer explodes. and when he lands, water dripping down his shoulders, he glances at you, canines on display, as his deep voice cuts through the chaos to say, “good girl.” it’s low, automatic, and it slips out without thought, just like how he’d praise you when you’re alone, and his voice is raspy as he whispers it in your ear, cock usually deep in your guts as he gives you another mean thrust that you take with pride, pussy clamping when he bottoms.
something fast, hot, and dizzying rushes through you. your chest tightens, skin buzzing as your breath stutters for a second. your thighs press together instinctively under the water, pulse kicking up in a way that feels almost overwhelming. and from that moment on, you stick to him. you try to chase the ball for him, pushing it back into his reach every chance you get, doing your best to avoid the large men playing the game. but your focus narrows, locked in on your hot fuck buddy like nothing else exists. every movement feels sharper, more urgent, your body reacting before your brain can catch up.
on the sidelines, people notice. how can they not? most of the girls “playing” cling to the perimeter. and then there’s you, being an idiot, but a very hot one, throwing yourself in the middle. your bikini clings tight from the water, fabric hugging every curve, shifting every time you jump or twist. a few guys on the edge of the pool don’t even bother pretending they’re watching the game anymore. their eyes track you instead, murmurs passing between them. someone whistles when you jump to set the ball, breasts bouncing freely in the flimsy bikini top, your nipples hard underneath as water cascades like some playboy ad.
but sukuna, is too locked into the game to notice.
the first round ends with his team winning, and the second starts almost immediately, louder than before. people are picking sides now, chanting, recording, some still dancing on the grass behind them, focused on the dj, drinks sloshing as the party refuses to slow down around the chaos of the pool’s game.
you’re still right there again when it starts. you doubt you’re even playing anymore, but you wanted to see him, watch him jump high and spike the ball. watch the ink on his back ripple with his muscles. the same defined lines that you caress at night, and hug—
your attention is so narrowed, that you don’t even notice the guy at first. bodies are moving like a blur that you don’t focus on another moving behind you. until it’s too near, too familiar for someone you don’t know. then, a hand brushes your bare side under the water, lingering just a second too long making your blood run cold.
your eyes snap wide. “what the fuck!” you twist instantly, shoving him off hard, water splashing between you as your stomach turns. only a few people notice, the rest too consumed by the game until you’re moving straight towards a certain captain.
“THAT’S A FUCKING FOUL GOJO—what the—“
your arms wrap around him from behind without hesitation, pressing into him, chest flush against his back as you cling to one familiar form. tight, and instinctive.
it catches him off guard, just for a second. his body tenses slightly under your grip. his muscular arms lift, head turning halfway to see, “who the fuck—“ grabbed him in the middle of game! but then he sees you. and his eyes glance down at your familiar hands holding his chest. your name slips out of his lips, confused what you’re doing, but then the ball’s already back in play. and somehow he keeps going.
even with you wrapped around him, weight clinging to his back, he still moves, still blocks, still lands a hit that sends the ball flying back over the net. it’s messy now, uneven, but he’s too competitive to stop, jaw tight, focus split but still sharp. water splashes everywhere. people are yelling. gojo laughs from the other side. “what the hell is that— you got a handicap now?”
sukuna clicks his tongue, annoyed, shifting slightly to keep his balance with you still latched onto him. you don’t let go. not once. “you drunk?” he tries to talk to you mid-game.
“yeah,” you mutter over the music. but as more people fill the pool, and the third round feels much more chaotic, sukuna begins to notice. your grip tightens every time someone gets too close, every time someone accidentally touches you, every time your head spins just a little from the alcohol and the heat and everything. your cheek presses against his back, breath uneven, body still buzzing in a way you don’t fully understand, other than the fact that you can feel how hot it is between your legs. he smells so good…
the game drags on— until finally— gojo’s team takes the last point. a loud cheer erupts from his side, people splashing into the pool, celebrating, phones still up capturing everything.“told you,” gojo grins, pushing his wet snowy hair back, muscles flexing for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out.
sukuna exhales sharply through his nose, annoyed, shoulders tense— he doesn’t shake you off. but unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance.
you’re suddenly ripped away.
“wha—! what the fuck!” you yelp as a pair of hands grab you from underneath, a drunk junior dunking under the water before popping up with you lifted high onto his shoulders. just for the crowd to erupt.
“OH SHIT— chicken fight!”
“LET’S GO!”
“get her, get her!” other guys in the pool dunk under and lift a few laughing girls up. but you’re not one of them. your thighs clamp instinctively around the stranger’s head just to keep from slipping, heart racing, balance completely shot as water drips down your legs and chest. your hands fly to his hair, trying to steady yourself, panic flashing across your face. you didn’t agree to this. your eyes lock with sukuna immediately. wide. confused. he’s not your boyfriend— but he’s still…
something in him snaps. he straightens, fast. too fast. the playful edge from seconds ago gone completely, replaced with something sharp and violent, jaw tightening as his eyes drag over the way the guy’s hands are gripping your thighs— and the whistles from the crowd don’t help, especially when your hand reaches to adjust the way your bikini top had shifted.
“damn!”
sukuna’s fist curls. “get your fucking hands off her,” he bites out, already moving forward through the water, splashing hard as he closes the distance.
the guy just laughs, drunk, clueless and not listening. “relax, man, it’s just a chicken fight. ever heard of those?”
he doesn’t get to finish. sukuna’s already pulling his arm back, when you squeak.
“wait—!” you gasp, trying to shift your weight, panic spiking as the situation spirals way too fast—but before anything can land another pair of bodies crash into you. a second drunk chicken fight slams into your side, bodies colliding, completely losing balance. and then everything goes under. water rushes over your head in a blur of limbs and noise, the guy beneath you losing his footing as you both go down. you barely have time to register it before a hand grabs you. hard.
sukuna’s arm wraps tight around your waist, yanking you up and out of the water in one sharp motion. you cough, sputtering slightly, fingers clutching onto him as he steadies you against his side. he doesn’t even look at you at first. he’s glaring past you.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he snaps, voice low and dangerous, water dripping from his hair as he stares down the guy who just broke the surface, coughing. “you fucking grab girls without permission and I’m fucking snapping your arm in half!”
the junior lifts his hands, half-laughing, half-defensive. “yo, chill— it’s just a game—”
“i said don’t touch her,” sukuna cuts in, sharper this time, stepping forward like he’s ready to swing anyway.
the energy shifts instantly. people nearby start stepping in, hands coming up.
“aye, chill, chill—” one tries to come between them. sukuna doesn’t even notice that you’d managed to slip from his grip, still coughing as you swim to the steps of the pool, heart pounding as utahime, having seen the entire interaction helps you out.
“you okay?” she sits in front of you on the edge handing you water.
you nod, chugging half the bottle, before breathing again, “swallowed like…” you gag, “a disgusting amount of that pool water.” utahime cringes as she glances at the pool. the interaction growing even more heated, as a crowd watches sukuna curse out the junior.
“anyone else fucking grab a girl without her permission is getting fucking banned from this frat permanently!” sukuna shouts. murmurs break out across the crowd, a few glance towards you, as utahime notices, but you’re too busy washing your mouth out to care.
gojo’s aloof attitude steps in after coming back with a sweet juice in hand. “okay, okay, we’re clear on consent aren’t we guys?”
people hum, cheering for the games to continue. but then…
“didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”
it lands this time, cutting through the noise and sticking just long enough for a few whistles and low laughs to ripple through the crowd. the kind of comment meant to poke, to stir, to see what the hot headed vp will do with it. but what’s worse is that a majority of the crowd has no clue what your relationship is with sukuna. aside from the frat members.
sukuna doesn’t even look at him, and he doesn’t correct it. it’s not because he wants to claim you. not because it’s true. but because it’s annoying—because explaining it, denying it, entertaining it at all feels like more effort than it’s worth. he’s your fuck buddy, he knows that, you know that, and thats all. his jaw tightens once, eyes already elsewhere, done with the conversation before it can grow legs because then he’ll really break his fucking arm.
the party moves on like it always does. music swells back up, as gojo and geto thank the heavens that sukuna was in a good mood before the argument that he wasn’t tempered to continue the fight. luckily the drinks are raised again. gojo’s already laughing, pulling attention away, and just like that the moment dissolves into noise.
sukuna’s focus shifts and lands on you.
you’re still on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, skin slick and glowing under the neon lights. your bikini clings tighter now, nipples pebbled under your soaked top, every curve on display, highlighted by the shadows of the lights above. it makes it impossible not to look. droplets trail down your thighs, catching the light as you tilt your head back slightly, still rinsing your mouth out, brows furrowed in clear disgust.
utahime sits in front of you, just as eye-catching to the hungry men around, her own bikini hugging her frame, water beading along her collarbones as she watches you with a mix of concern and amusement.
and people are staring. not subtle glances—staring like you’re something to watch. something to linger on. like the game earlier just shifted into something else entirely and now you’re part of it without agreeing. no wonder you hate these parties.
it irritates him, fast.
sukuna clicks his tongue under his breath and pushes forward through the water, tall enough that even standing in the pool, he closes the height between you easily. the neon catches on his skin too. his broad shoulders still damp, muscles flexing as he moves, water sliding down his torso in slow lines. he’s not unaware of the way people look at him either—girls nearby pausing mid-conversation, eyes dragging over him openly—but he doesn’t care. not right now. not when he reaches you.
his hand comes up without hesitation, settling on your exposed thigh where it hangs over the edge of the pool. his palm is warm even against your wet skin, fingers spreading slightly, firm enough to ground, possessive. the contact is immediate. deliberate.
the shift is noticeable. a couple of those lingering stares drop off instantly. only then does he look at you. his gaze flicks over your face, still a little flushed, still catching your breath, before settling. his gaze is steady, assessing the way your glossy lips part with an exhale after chugging an entire bottle of watet.
“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher around the edges from the leftover tension. his thumb moves slightly against your skin without thinking, a small, absent motion that doesn’t match the sharpness in his expression.
utahime has to hold back an eye roll, especially when his gaze flicks over your face, then your lips. unbelievable. what’s with him? what’s stopping him from asking you out if he gets so hot headed and possessive—ughhh…utahime holds back her anger, because she was pissed when someone suddenly grabbed you and then had you dunked in the water. why does sukuna have to be so fucking weird though?! she internally curses out sukuan for being the person that always protects her best friend, but acts like a complete jerk another second.
“how much sweat did you drink?” sukuna asks, tone laced with amusement .
your eyes snap, face grimacing, “shut the fuck—up,” you gag again, hand coming up to your mouth just for utahime to snort and sukuna to bark with laughter.
“did i tell ya why we had to drain the pool last year—“ sukuna starts, utahime’s eyes widen.
“oh my god I remember!”
your face pales, nails digging into sukuna’s shoulder while the other still covers your mouth. “don’t you dare tell me.”
sukuna grimaces with an amused expression remembering what happened at last years pool party. but distracting you has somehow managed to isolate everything else around him and have his sole focus on the way you wipe your mouth with a napkin utahime — and now nanami and geto at her side — comes back with, and the way your fingers shift from his shoulder to his forearm resting across your damp lap. and the conversation flows afterwards.
gojo was still on the dance floor, completely in his own world, some girl is pressed to his side as neon lights strobe over him laughing, loud, untouchable in the way he always is. meanwhile, the edge of the pool has settled into something more intimate and funny. the conversations around overlap as you all joke loudly and throwing around slight bickering, cooling off from the chaos, but still very much alive.
and with all that, you hadn’t left. even after everything, you’re still sitting where you are, leg still dipped in the water, skin dewy under the lights, bikini keeping your pretty tits in view for a certain salmon haired man. your hair is slightly damp, pushed back from your face, exposing the curve of your neck—the faint mark sukuna left the night before still visible if someone looks close enough. and you smell heavenly. fuck if you’re alone, he’d bury his nose closer to your breasts to smell the sweat clinging.
but people are looking. they always are now.
they just don’t linger as long anymore. not with him there. sukuna leans into the edge of the pool, upper body braced beside you, his arm draped behind your back like it naturally falls there. his other hand rests lazily against your thigh, fingers tapping absently against your skin as he takes a sip from his beer. his shoulders are broad, still slick with water, veins visible along his arms as they flex with every small movement.
he looks just as much of a problem as ever. and the attention doesn’t stop, girls nearby still steal glances, whispers, watching the way he’s positioned so close to you, the way his hand hasn’t moved from your leg once. but what’s more interesting, is that you don’t move either.
you don’t push him off, don’t shift away. if anything, you lean just slightly into his space, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his forearm where it rests across your lap, like it’s second nature. you like it there.
and sukuna notices. of course he does, with how touchy and clingy you’ve been these past few days. yes, he’s shocked you haven’t left, or haven’t asked him to go upstairs with you. instead you’re being so uncharacteristically attached.
his gaze flicks down for a second, watching the way your fingers move against his skin, something unreadable passing through his expression before he looks away again, taking another sip like it didn’t just register. his stomach churns when you lean forward slapping nanami’s stretched out hand after he said something funny.
“why the fuck are you guys sitting here?” gojo’s voice cuts in suddenly, dripping with disbelief as he approaches, hair damp, grin lazy. he looks down at your little group, then at the pool like it personally offended him. “this is embarrassing.”
utahime snorts. “she almost drowned, idiot.”
“she’s alive,” gojo shrugs immediately, already grabbing a drink from someone nearby. “get in the hot tub. it’s waaaay better!”
a couple girls attached to him nod eagerly, already following his lead as he starts heading that way without waiting for an answer. utahime glances at you. “you wanna stay out or…?”
you don’t even hesitate as you hum, soft. “yeah, why not.”
sukuna catches it.
the group starts moving, the energy shifting with them as they make their way toward the hot tub. somewhere along the path, nanami and utahime get pulled into another conversation, stopping off to the side, leaving you and sukuna to keep going without them. your skin burns as sukuna keeps a subtle hand in your lower back, biting his lip when you reach the hot tub and you step in front of him. his gaze drops to the movement of your ass, your bikini was so skimpy it’s definitely clinging on to your pussy lips too. fuck,
by the time you step into the hot tub, the heat hits instantly. you sigh without meaning to, tension melting from your shoulders as the warmth wraps around you, soaking into your skin. your body relaxes almost immediately, the contrast from the cooler pool making everything feel heavier, slower.
sukuna steps in right after you. and immediately shoves two guys aside with a sharp nudge of his shoulder. “move.”
they do quickly without argument, clearly frat members. he settles in beside you, close again, like earlier, like he didn’t just create that space for you.
gojo drops in for half a second, splashing water everywhere before grimacing. “it’s too hot,” he complains, already climbing back out. “i need another drink.”
and just like that, he’s gone again. leaving you, sukuna, and the rest of the group laughing, talking. the conversation easy as the night keeps rolling around you. especially when geto comes back with some girls and red solo cups for beer pong.
“don’t spill any in the hot tub!” sukuna barks as the girls organize the cups in place on the edge. geto slides into the pool with the ping pong balls.
“shh shh i know,” he zips his friend up as he takes aim. and as the party is brought back to the hot tub, you’re all swept up again. and your eyes are following every movement of your friend beside you. the way he’s shouting and laughing with his frat brothers, the conversations turning to fog when sukuna flexes his large bicep, the ink that wraps around it highlights how big they are. you can’t even recall the context of this sudden flex off, but you’re not complaining.
you watch his throat bop as he throws back another cup of beer, standing beside geto. your eyes trail over his sculpted chest. you suck in your bottom lip as sukuna falls back beside you. his arm draped behind you along the edge of the hot tub, barking another laugh at some crap geto is spewing, completely distracted.
“I swear TO GOD, you told me to go for that dive!” geto throws his hands up, flabbergasted.
“nah nah nah—“ sukuna shouts over, shaking his head with an amused expression, “I told you—“
“nah—satoru!!” geto looks over his shoulder, waving down the president. “SATORU!”
gojo’s head whips around. however, the debate is the furthest thing from your mind, honestly you can’t even understand what these idiots are talking about. but— there’s one idiot that smells heavenly.
sukuna distracted, doesn’t notice how much closer you’re pressed to him, how your lashes flutter at the mix of cologne and chlorine flooding your nose, and dizzying your mind. he’s so—uh..when men— your brain is short circuiting. literally. mind so consumed by how big and strong this man beside is, that all you can think about is how he protected you. he pulled you out of the water. snapped at that guy…for you.
you’re not normally this moved. but it was the series of events that unfolded, all in the last few hours, that has you doing what you do next.
“please! you know i did not agree to that!” geto tsks, pointing his finger at gojo who’s laughing, sitting at the edge of the hot tub, legs in. and the two — along with the rest of the group involved in the debate — are distracted, and unaware of the fact that the pretty girl that sukuna almost started a fight over, is slipping her pretty hand inside his swim shorts.
sukuna tenses. breath hitching.
his eyes snap to you, stomach clenching. “what’re you—“ he chokes when you squeeze his thick base without warning. your cheek casually presses against his shoulder, wetting your bottom lip. your leg is tucked against his side, as the other swings over his knee, pretty tits squished against his arm. your wrist rolls, stroking his flaccid cock alive.
“ryo…” you speak low enough so that only sukuna can hear. “was jus’ thinking about you.” his jaw tenses, hand clenching at the edge of the tub, leaning his head down.
“you’re the one that doesn’t like this shit,” he husks, throat bopping as you bat your lashes up at him, bitting your lip as you give his cock another squeeze, pushing your wet tits against his arm. “there’s people—“
“then be normal, ryo,” you say, all while nuzzling him like a clingy g— “just wanted to feel how big you are.”
his heads tips back, what’re you even saying?
you keep your cheek pressed against his shoulder, lip tucked between your teeth as you stroke the vp’s fat throbbing cock in the middle of a party and in a hot tub full of his close frat friends.
it wasn’t difficult for his dick to fully harden within seconds of your hand making contact. you let out a soft exhale, pressing your practically naked body against him like you could get any closer than you already are. but to make matters worse, he was so unbelievably turned on that you were touching him in public! fuuck, his stomach flexes, biting back a groan when your thumb swipes his bulbous tip, the water made it difficult for you to keep a fast pace stroke, but his skin was still prickling with heat.
“ryo, is this okay?” you softly pant in his ear, a hum like moan escapes your lips just by the way he exhales through his nose, turning his head to you, aroma engulfing you.
to anyone else it just looked like you were having a private conversation with each other. the hot tub and pool, a few feet away, booming with chaos, no one was paying attention to you guys. but even with all that information, sukuna — who spreads his legs further apart in the water, biting his lip when you kiss his neck now, sucking a light bruise on his flushed skin — knows that you’d never do this. you get touchy when you’re drunk, whispering dirty shit in his ear. but you’ve only had a couple drinks to make you tipsy enough to enjoy the party and remember, not black out drunk to jerk him off in public.
“yeah—it’s okay,” his head drops forward, hot red flush crawling up his neck and stinging his cheeks as he nudges your head with his.
“yeah?” you repeat with a coo.
he bites back a pathetic groan, arm sliding to your waist under the water, gripping your flesh like his life depends on it. you’re intoxicating.
“yeah baby.”
a flush of heat runs between your legs at his deep bedroom voice. sukuna is so hot, he’s so hot, so pretty, so sexy! you squeal internally, leaning closer to press your lips against his sharp jaw, whining just low enough for him to hear. your wrist twists down his cock. you hadn’t even full realized that you’d taken him out of his swim trucks, to possessed to care as his fingers dig into your waist, while the other balls into a fist against the tube’s edge.
“are you close, ryo? is your big cock gonna cum?”
unbelievable.
sukuna’s jaw tenses, abs tightening just by your voice. you’ve been hanging up on how big he is. how big his hands are. how big his dick is — scratch that, you’re using the word cock now. yeah he’s gonna fuckin’ cum soon if you keep talkin’ like that.
“there’s so many people around ry,” you shy quietly, “you don’t think they know I’m playing with you?” your slightly tipsy eyes bat up at him, pupils completely dilated. his eyes briefly sweep around him, the alarms flashing in his mind don’t seem to phase him as he drops his lips down to brush yours.
“what if they are aware?” he husks, lidded eyes boring into yours. “does that make y’r pussy wet?” he wets his lip, thighs flexing when you give his cock a squeeze as he speaks. “ya like knowing that there’s eyes everywhere…watching your slutty self jerk me off.”
your brain short circuits. face burning hot.
“I’m not a slut,” you whisper, just as you’re practically straddling his thigh now, with the way you’re inching closer to him every second. his hand slides from your waist to your ass, gripping the flesh as he pulls it apart letting you feel the warm tube water touch your heated pussy.
“you’re gettin on top of me—“
“to protect your dignity,” you attempt a frown, but your eyes keep flicking to his lips, brushing your lips against them again, just for him to pull back, again.
“didn’t take you as someone so generous,” he quips, hips angling up, subtly telling you to keep stroking him, even if it’s starting to feel like edging. “but,” he bites back another groan, “but to me, ya just look like another slut that wants to get her little pussy stuffed.”
you blink. once.
sukuna can see the lust burst behind your eyes. your thighs clamp around his beefy thigh, your hand squeezing his tip, and your lips parting. “is that so bad?”
ah fuck.
“you can’t say those words to a man,” sukuna’s rasps.
you pout, pressing your wet breasts against his chest, trapping his cock between your bodies. your hot breath fans against his face, scent invading his mind, and your lips brush against his, this time licking his bottom lip. once. twice. your tongue strokes his bottom lip, waiting for him to invite you in, whining a little louder when he refuses. “ryo.”
his large palms grip your ass. your flimsy bikini could easily be pulled to the side, exposing you just like him. your cheeks flush, arching even more, your arms are tossed around his broad shoulder, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, desperate. needy. “I’ve been holding myself back ryo,” you quietly speak, unaware how much like déjà vu this feels. memories of last month flashing in his mind about those exact words coming from your lips as you climbed into his lap in the middle of a party. “you have to take care of it.”
“i have too?” he quips with a sharp edge in his tone.
your flush with embarrassment, lips parting as your lashes flutter shut, “please…please can you take care of it.”
unbelievable.
his cock twitches violently against your stomach. his muscular thigh flexes under your pussy making your lips part.
as you and sukuna speak in hushed whispers. a good group of people have take notice of the awkward shifting in the hot tub and the unrecognizable look on sukuna’s face. but specifically the girl that the sukuna let attach herself to him during a violently competitive water volleyball match and almost pick a fight with. he’s smirking as she whispers in his ear, her lips even pressing his lobe, making the intimidating vice president blush?!
“her tits are all over him,” one whispers, taking a sip as they watch from a distance, both sitting at the pools edge watching the events unfold a few feet’s away in the hot tub. it’s not obvious unless you’re staring as hard as these guys, or if you’re a certain man laughing as you stand up at the edge of the tub, face dropping for a millisecond when you catch your vice president getting off by a hot girl.
fucking animals, geto shakes his head, eyes flicking to gojo, easily communicating with him about you know.
gojo’s brows pinch glancing over from his seat at the edge of the tub, to— “oh shit!”
geto elbows him. “idiot!”
gojo’s hands fly to his mouth, laughing hysterically as he stares at the way his short tempered friend is blushing like crazy, and making it obvious to anyone that he’s getting his dick touched right now. “do they know what they’re doing?” gojo speaks in hushed whispers.
“obviously,” geto sits beside gojo, the tub water doesn’t seem to be appealing anymore. and yet there’s still a few people on the sides laughing, too drunk to notice.
“fucking pervs,” gojo snickers.
a beat passes.
then gojo turns, eyes wide when he sees geto staring blankly at him. “what?”
“you’re worse!” geto slaps him upside the head. gojo gasps in shock. “I can’t even remember how many times you fucked someone in here and in the pool—“
“hey,” gojo frowns, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “that was…b-because they were hot.”
geto scoffs, “you weren’t even subtle about them, everybody knew you were fucking them. YOU’RE the biggest perv.”
gojo nods, “yeah…”
your whine flows directly into sukuna’s ear, lips coming back to his. “why won’t you kiss me?” you quietly demand.
his dimples press into his cheeks as he bites back a smirk. “we’re jus’ talking,” he says your name, but in that deep way he does when he’s stuffing you with his cock…which he’s not.
you sit up closer, sliding higher up his thigh, knee rubbing harshly against his cock — “ah!” you squeal suddenly straddling his lap instead of his thigh. his red irises sink into yours, watching the way your glossy lips part glancing at the surface of the hot tub trying to make out how close his cock is to where you need him. “you’re hard ryo.”
“and?”
your eyes flick up to him, pretty brows pressing together, “and we’re not jus’ talking—“
“y’know—“ he suddenly chokes.
you’ve moved your bikini to the side, and pushed his cock down, fully sitting on his cock and sliding across it, hips shaking, stimulating your needy clit.
your name cuts through the air, his grip moves to grab your hips, trying to keep you still, but his body betrays him as he bucks against you. “fuck, woman.”
your lips press against sukuna, whining like a desperate slut when he finally kisses you back. and this was why he didn’t want to entertain you this quickly. the sweet taste of your lips immediately sends a rush of heat down to his cock, his arm wraps around your back, holding the back of your head as the other grips your ass, groaning as your lips smack in wet hungry kisses. your tongues collide, spit collecting in your mouth as he groans in response.
sukuna has to be responsible. he has too. but you’re such a fucking slut— touching his cock, stroking him in public, rubbing your body (his biggest weakness) against him like you’re alone together. and now you’re humping his cock like you can feel something with the water’s friction.
all of it was a factor, and for some unexplainable reason, all the dots seemed to have connected at this exact moment—like a huge light bulb going off in his head.
“shit.”
you hum at the way his deep voice sends a warm heat blooming in your stomach. “are you turned on, ryo?” your lips purse, kissing his, unaware of the sudden realization he’s come too. “keep kissing me.”
your fingers thread through his short locks, gripping him as you keep his lips moving yours.
but sukuna’s palm splays across your spine, groaning at the way you don’t stop to catch your breath. then his grip tightens. his mouth drags slower this time, more deliberate. he’s testing something, and the way you react—how quick you melt back into him, how your nails press into his shoulders like you’re holding on and the pitched whine that leaves your lips when he tries to pull away.
“how bad d’you need me?” he murmurs, voice low, rough, right against your pretty lips.
you don’t hesitate. “so bad,” you breathe, almost frustrated, because it’s obvious.
his eyes flick over your face, searching, calculating—then narrowing slightly. “yeah?” he hums, thumb pressing into your waist, grounding you as you shift again, his cock snug between your folds. “why,” he asks, tone not soft or gentle, but testing.
you shake your head slightly, breath catching, fingers tightening on him. “because— i just—” you exhale sharply, frustrated, needy, “i just want you to touch me.”
that’s all he needs. a quiet, almost amused exhale leaves him, something darker settling behind his eyes now. nanami’s little comment about “noticing now” makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. it doesn’t mean anything that you’ve had this friend with benefits deal long enough for him to start noticing a pattern every month. especially when this part of the cycle comes around and you’re practically begging him to just touch you. he highly doubts that you even notice it.
“been like this all night,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it gets firmer. “can’t keep your hands off me, huh?”
you don’t even deny it. you just pull him back in. and this time he lets you. let’s you kiss him like it’s your last time, let’s you tug his hair like he belongs to you. let’s you pull away… you’re panting at him through glossy, lidded eyes.
and then sukuna notices.
the shift.
your breathing breaks. shallow and uneven. you can’t quite catch it as your lips part, soft, glossy, letting out these higher, breathier sounds that you’re not even trying to hold back anymore. it’s quieter than the music, but he hears it. feels it.
his grip tightens instinctively.
your hips are moving without any rhythm now. they’re slow, needy, desperate. your body chasing something it can’t reach fast enough. your fingers press into his lower stomach, clutching there like you need something solid to hold onto, your head tipping forward, lashes fluttering like a fucking angel. and your mouth falls open. a soft, pitched sound slips out of you—one you don’t even seem aware of—and it’s enough to make something dark flicker across his expression.
“…fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyes locked on your face now, watching every little change his cock twitching uncontrollably.
your brows pinch, then your body tenses, then softens, like a wave hitting and pulling back all at once. your grip on him tightens, thighs pressing in, grounding yourself on his cock without even thinking about it.
and he doesn’t move. doesn’t interrupt it. he just watches. because now he knows. and all he can think is how unbelievably hot you look in his eyes—like something wired wrong in his brain just flipped on. women that are ovulating mean they’re more likely to get pregnant. fuck. why is his brain latching onto that part? you’re his fuck buddy. this is simple. it is simple. it’s perfectly reasonable—completely normal, even—for him to get turned on thinking about how much you cling to him, how much you crave him, how much you need him, how your body reacts to him like this. that doesn’t mean he wants to get you—
absolutely the fuck not.
but still…fucking women. you’re insane. his brain is short circuiting while you’re coming undone on his lap, in a hot tub, in the middle of a packed party.
and the way you’re panting, your breasts pushed together as you keep a hand on his lower abs, pussy spasming as your orgasm rocks through you, has something low and satisfied settling in your fuck buddy’s chest. his hand slides up your back again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“yeah…” he murmurs, almost to himself, thumb pressing lightly into your side as your breathing tries to steady. “that’s what i thought.”
his lips ghost over you.
then he feels it…the eyes.
his dark gaze flicks up. meeting the dilated blue and black ones, along with the others in the crowd. they all saw, didn’t they. witnessed something that had his jaw tightening and his pupils returning to their size.
“fuck me,” you pant quietly, arms lazily coming back to his shoulders coming down from your climax. you kiss him deeply, unaware of the mess you’re causing inside his brain. “I’ve heard people say hot tub’s make you orgasm better,” you lick his tongue, “because of the hot water.”
his grip tightens around you, eyes open and staring past you at the people eyeing the arch in your back as you make out with him like you didn’t just hump yourself to an orgasm in public.
“do you wanna cum too ryo?” your mischievous smile would’ve made any man buckle, but sukuna wasn’t any man. and he sure as shit isn’t a fucking cuck.
“no.”
his sudden tone shift had you pulling back, wet hand touching his damp cheek. sukuna’s thick brows were pulled tightly, clearly angry, at what? you’re not sure. but you’re too lax to think much of it as you squish his cheeks between your fingers. his tatted arm possessively hugged you, eyes briefly leaving the not so subtle audience behind you, to meet your glass eyes.
“you mad I came before you?” you tease, head tilting in mockery. cute. “it’s okay, I’ll make ya cum,” you whisper, smile gracing those sinful lips of yours. “I’ll let you choose too…”
you shrug biting your lip, batting your pretty lashes at him. “you always call it that. I’m just using your vocabulary, mister suh…ku…nuh.”
that was his final straw, because in a blink of an eye, sukuna’s tucking himself and pushing off the tub’s seat, standing up. water cascades down the sharp planes of his abs, his swim trunks clinging low on his hips—leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
and people notice.
of course they do.
your jaw drops for half a second, eyes going wide before heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shoot up right after him, fist clenching at your side, brows pinching tight. “what’re you doing?”
“we’re going upstairs,” he says simply, like there aren’t a million eyes on him, more specifically on his thick bulge. girls are openly staring now, not even trying to hide it as their gazes drag over him, over the obvious outline pressing against his trunks.
your stomach twists. uncomfortable. sharp. ugly. you don’t name it. you won’t name it because it’s stupid. you have no claim, no say, no right to feel any type of way about who looks at him or how they look at it. but still, your jaw tightens because the way they’re staring is making your blood boil and it’s like they’re in on something they’re not supposed to be. they’re looking at something that has nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. just you.
your eyes flick back to him, to the way the water trails down his body, down the dark wet hairs of his happy trail. the way he stands there like he doesn’t give a single fuck about the attention. and it only makes it worse. he looks like he’s been carved out of stone. something untouchable. and everyone’s fucking touching him with their eyes.
your lips press into a thin line, pulse uneven, heat sitting low in your stomach now for an entirely different reason as you step closer to him without even realizing it, hand settling on his stomach blocking the view from the onlookers. your fingers twitch. and you hate…hate how much it bothers you.
“you’re hard,” you huff, pushing him to step out of the tub, heart beating uncontrollably.
sukuna snorts, leaning down, “yeah no shit.”
“people are staring,” you grit.
your pulse stops. the air shifting around you, then you feel it. sukuna’s eyes bore into you, as his palm cups the side of your neck. your lips part in confusion when his gruff voice cuts.
“they’ve been staring.” the muscles on his jaw flex, pupils moving over your face as his gaze drops to your body. “they all…” his words trail off. he can’t say it…he can’t tell you they all fucking saw you cum, or the way your entire form looked like something straight out of every guys wet fantasy. all because of that unspoken tug that twists in his chest as you look up at him.
his head tips back in defeat.
unaware of the turmoil, you continue pushing him back, glancing briefly over your shoulder to see a few eyes not on the party but staring at sukuna.
“can you walk faster,” you mutter.
sukuna suddenly grabs your wrist after another push backwards, almost making him trip. his grip is firm and fast, yanking you back toward him before you can take another step, your body colliding lightly into his chest. water still drips from both of you, heat clashing with the cool night air as he steadies himself, jaw tightening for a second.
“watch it,” he mutters, low, though there’s no real bite to it. if anything, there’s something else there. his hand doesn’t leave your wrist. instead, it slides up, fingers curling tighter as he pulls you closer. closer. until there’s barely any space left between you. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.
hard.
it’s sudden. messy. all teeth and heat, like he’s cutting off whatever rush of thoughts were building in your head. your hands come up instinctively, gripping into his shoulders as he angles you just right, one hand now firm at your waist to keep you there. your lips part, immediately tasting his skilled tongue.
and around you, the party doesn’t stop. it never does when it’s grown this chaotic. but there are pockets, small ones, where people notice. gojo, still leaning back against the hot tub’s edge, lets out a low laugh. “zero awareness,” he mutters, clearly entertained. geto just shakes his head, amused, watching the scene unfold like it’s expected. neither of them have the energy tonight to call their friend out, but they’ll be sure to give him shit tomorrow.
but off to the side, a couple girls lean into each other, whispering behind their solo cups, eyes flicking between sukuna and the very obvious situation he’s not bothering to hide. further back, a few of the same guys from earlier in the pool linger, their stares a little too heavy, a little too interested, but sukuna doesn’t register it.
he’s too focused on you. too focused on the way you kiss him back just as hard. how you’re still letting out those fucking whines and moans into his hot mouth. too focused on how quickly you fold into him like he’s the oxygen keeping you alive. to him, this urgency and impatience, just reads as one thing. you want him so bad.
he pulls back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing yours, his gaze dropping to your face, slightly dazed, flushed, and lips parted from the kiss.
“…yeah,” he exhales, almost amused, thumb pressing into your waist like he’s grounding himself. “you taste so good.”
your fingers tighten around his bicep, the other around his shoulder, breath uneven as you blink up at him, still catching up.
“can we—” you swallow, then try again, quieter but more urgent, “can we go upstairs now?”
there’s a beat. then his hand slides down to yours again, grip tightening as he turns, already moving toward the house without another word—pulling you with him. he pushes straight through the noise that follows inside, the lights, the bodies still dancing in the kitchen like nothing. all the way up to his room, and immediately kicking the door shut.
and within a blink of an eye, your tongue is lolling out as sukuna sits behind you, fingers digging into your ass and face buried from behind.
“fuh—fuck yeah,” you drawl, lips wet at the feel of sukuna’s tongue dragging inside your pussy, lapping up and toying with your rim before going back to suck your slick juices. “c’mon ry, haah…” you’re pushing his head back, so you can sit up. you move to tug his wet trunks off, crawling onto his lap once he discards them. unbothered by the tick in his jaw at your stubbornness, because in seconds, your head is tossed back, and your back is arching as you sink down on the nine thick fat inches. “a….ah—“
your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable stretch. your pussy swallowing every inch like the slut he loves.
“there ya go,” he praises, fingers digging into your ass as you stare at his lips. his sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as your slick lubricates his cock. your pussy a generous fountain as you roll your hips, letting his cock stuff deep inside you. “take this fuckin’ cock like a good bitch.”
“ry…haah…” you’re moaning in choked gasps, drool peaking at the corner of your lips as you finally sit back on his thighs.
the man’s pupils dilate as you stroke your lower stomach, feeling the bulge as you bat your lashes up at him. “you’re inside me now, ryo.”
fuck you. seriously.
his brain short circuits in seconds. and now all he sees is you.
his body reacts like a dog with his master. obeying your needs like he’s wired to do that. and he’s not complaining. his hand falls on your ass, beefy thighs spreading, as he meets your bounces with rough snaps of his hips. your ass claps against his thighs with each bounce, gasps piercing the air as he fucks up into you with full force. and you let him.
“look like a fuckin’ porn star on top of me,” he grunts, swallowing a moan when you clamp around him, finger tugging on the knot around your neck letting your bikini finally fall off, freeing your gorgeous tits. “fucking brat—“
his tongue falls out, licking your tit that bounces in his face, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking desperately. and he’s not nice about it. because now he knows. he knows you’ll let him. knows when you’re ovulating you’ll let him be a little harder, meaner, because it feels good. it feels good to feel his teeth bite down on your nipple possessively. it feels good when he spanks your ass for the nth time until your eyes are rimmed red and flooding with tears.
it feels good to have him obsessed with you, because all you’re begging for is…
“cu—uh—cum.”
an electric current runs down his spine, jaw clenching and head tipping back, flooding your tight pussy with his thick load.
“shit—nghhh fuuuck—fuck baby,” he’s gripping your hips as you press against his stomach, rocking on his cock. he doesn’t fully realize his back is laying against the bed. not when you’re milking his cock like he’s some fucking cow…and yet… “shit keep goin, baby—yeah ya want m-Mmm shit.”
“feel so good ryo.” you shake your ass, feeling his cock twitch inside you when his arm wraps around you, tugging you down to his chest.
“you can keep going?”
you smile, hand touching his cheek, as your tongue strokes his bottom lip. “yeah.” you sigh, whining so softly he would’ve missed it. and you continue like that, kissing him over and over, sighing and calling his name as he pulls out, his fingers push inside your pussy from behind.
“y’r killing me with this tight pretty pussy,” he coos, sending a wave of heat through your veins.
you mewl against his lips, earning a mean spank to your ass, just for his middle and ring finger to slip back inside you. and he does that for god knows how long, until you finally spasm around his digits. he’s then flipping you over, easily getting on top.
“keep em open cmon.” his low voice has your pussy pulsing, pushing his previous load out right in front of his eyes. he must know his voice’s affects on you.
you hold your legs open, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch sukuna stroke his member over you. the room smells of chlorine, you, and him. “theere we go,” he groans, palm pressing against your knee as he kneels closer to your open legs, dilated pupils staring at the mess between your legs as he slaps his hard cock on your puffy pussy. “what a dirty fuckin’ girl,” he drags his cock between your slippery folds, exhaling through his nose when his engorged tip catches your sore clit.
“ryoomen,” you call softly, like you haven’t been all over him these last two days.
he snorts, “what happened to mister sukuna? don’t tell me you’ forgot how you humped yourself to an orgasm in the pool—“
“hot tub.”
“my bad,” he remarks sarcastically, tip pushing inside then pulling out again, teasing. “still rubbed this pussy raw, look,” he slaps his cock again, thumb rubbing your little bundle of nerves making you let go of your legs— “ah—keep em open.” he spanks the inside of your thigh. “dirty girls need to be taught a lesson.”
“please,” you scoff, sitting up on your elbows, “you were literally slapping everyone around with your hard dick.”
sukuna barks out a laugh. “my dick’s that big?”
you glance down at him, then back up. “I wasn’t being dirty. you were dirty too.”
“me?” he’s baffled, you’ve been throwing yourself at him all night!
you raise a brow at him, relaxing back on the pillows pressed against the headboard, eyeing him. “you never took your hands off me.”
sukuna scoffs, “as if, you latched onto me on the pool.”
“then i went to hime to wash my mouth out, and you—“ you point at him with emphasis, “came swimming to me, touching me, stroking my thigh, my back.” your brow quirks again, and sukuna goes mute. his jaw ticks, glancing over your face as your calf subtly hooks over his thigh, stroking up as your hands lay on your stomach, waiting.
“you…” he licks the back of his teeth, sharp eyes threatening, but… “so what if I had my hands on you?” oh, he admits it. your cheeks sting, wetting your lip as you shrug.
“well,” you tilt your head again, slightly embarrassed now, glancing down at his inked chest. “like…you can’t blame me for getting turned on then.”
“because I’m touching you?”
you nod.
“like this,” his palm trails from your knee, slowly up your thigh. the warmth of his skin feels burns a trail up your body.
you nod.
his hand reaches your waist, eyes boring into yours. his cock throbbing at this point, he can feel the slick of your arousal costing his cock as it rests against your pussy.
turning to some light foreplay after just fucking you was messing with his head…because….it feels so good.
“what about when I’m touching your waist,” his thumb strokes the soft skin. “it’s not your ass.”
your breath is uneven. your heart beats against your rib cage. “still,” you exhale.
“still turns you on?” he clarifies, catching the way your lips part, breathless just by the way he’s flirting with you. his cock twitches…you’re gorgeous.
you nod.
his free hand caresses your hips, moving it up your body in feather-like-caresses. his other arm is pressed beside you, keeping himself up as he watches your arms lay bent on the bed. his hand lightly brushes the side of your breast before trailing over your collarbone. “still?”
you nod, wetting your bottom lip, blown pupils maintaining eye contact.
his thumb caresses your collarbone, eyes flicking between your eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths. “how about now?” his palm glides over your bicep, then down your arm, before threading his fingers with yours.
you squeeze his hand, eyes unable to tear away from his, cheeks hot. his face inches closer to yours, exhaling against your lips. “I think you’ve jus’ proved how horny you’ve been these past few days.”
your breath stutters, angling your chin up, “obviously,” you mutter against his lips. “I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating.”
something dark and electric flashes through his eyes. a low exhale leaves him, almost a laugh, but there’s no humor in it, just heat, thick and immediate. his grip on your hand tightens to the point it almost borders on rough.
“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping, rougher now, like it’s scraping out of his throat. his forehead nudges against yours for a second, grounding himself, but it doesn’t work. if anything, it makes it worse. “tell me you want me to stuff you then.”
“I want you to stuff me, ryo,” you repeat, breathless as his jaw slacks finally rocking his hips into yours, slick cock massaging your folds. “with your cock…your cum….”
“keep going,” he husks.
your free hand trails up his bicep, the other still holding his hand like an anchor. “I want you to fuck me. hard. use me. cum in me.”
“ah fuck—“ he slips his hand between your bodies, pushing his cock down and snapping his hips into yours, sheathing his entire length inside. your jaw drops, broken cry slipping out. “y’ really know how to make a man fucking hard.”
your lips are glossed with spit as he presses his lips against yours. he swallows your moans, snapping his hips with a mean hard thrust, picking up a brutal pace without warning.
and you love it.
the base downstairs shakes the bedroom walls, the laughing and chatter outside is nothing compared to the way you’re panting and crying in his ear. the lights flickering from the pools strobe lights, only serve to illuminate your flushed face as you cum.
“fuck, you still want more,” he’s already kissing you again, and again. spit mixing together against your tongues as he pulls away. he pants over your face, his cheeks flushed pink and his cock rubbed raw. “fuck gunna cum…ngh yeah fuck fuck—“ he pistons his cock inside your poor cunt, dilated pupils zeroing on the mess that’s gushing from you. his chuckle is broken with his groan as he fucks you through it all. “keep squirting baby, it won’t make me stop.”
and he doesn’t. his thrusts are rough. engorged tip bruising your cervix with every snap of his sharp fit hips. he’s harder than usual, and even as you’re gasping, back of your hand raised to your mouth, pussy spasming as sukuna slams his body weight into each thrust — you don’t push him away.
“gunna cum…shiit, shit it’s coming—“ his voice breaks, and it feels like a damn crashing. his cock pulses inside you, squirting buckets inside your poor cunt. “haah fuh—“ his abs flex, body weight dropping on top of you, hugging you tight as he rocks his hips into lazy harsh humps, burying himself deep inside you, you’re sliding against the mattress. the rasp in his throat has you holding onto him tight, unbothered by how unbelievably heavy he is on top of your smaller body.
and sukuna stays like that. face buried in your neck, arms clutching onto you, and brain fried.
“you also smell sweeter,” he mutters. “when you’re ovulating.”
“I don’t. you’re just a freak.”
he buries his nose deeper in your neck, inhaling sharply. “haah fuck, nah you definitely smell good.”
your brain short circuits, cheeks flooding hot as you wiggle underneath him. “you can’t—“
“you humped me in the hot tub.”
your brows scrunch together. “so?”
he licks your neck, “then you can’t blame me for still being turned on by you.” he licks a strip up to your ear, a tingle runs down to your pussy, squeezing around him.
he smirks.
of course he does. and why wouldn’t he? you’re already nudging him to your lips, kissing him again, like you aren’t stuffed with loads of his cum.
“you’re cute,” he mutters between kisses, and even if that makes your stomach flip, your face burn, and your heart skip a beat…you don’t comment on it. you don’t address it. and you sure as shit don’t think about it.
and the simple answer is, he’s kissing you right now and that’s all you want to think about it.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: I’m blaming the grammar errors on you guys for the rush (I also hate proof reading). but I hope u guys enjoyed it. believe me when I say, I was not expecting it to be that freaking long, I just really wanted to write sukuna and reader kinda skinny dipping, without losing their dynamic or doing something super uncharacteristic, so I dragged out the plot. but still I hope u guys liked it!
and thank you for the wait. I really put most of my free time into this so I can’t tell u when I’ll finish the next chapter of the series, so bare with me for another possible week of agony :’(
The fact that lots of smut book covers are getting cartoonified is so weird and so dangerous.
No you shouldn’t be gifting a 14 yo what catalogates as smut,or “dark romance”,because let’s be honest what people call dark romance nowadays is just heavy smut with controversial themes such as rape,kidnapping,huge age gaps etc.
I’m not shaming anyone who reads this genre,read whatever you want to read,but dark romance is not just a 45yo man who is weirdly obsessed with the daughter of his best friend who’s barely of age,and they have a mafia romance and have sex every 5 chapters
No,a dark romance is still romance. Just set in a dark world with controversial themes,but still romance.
The romanticization,infantilization and cartoonification of such books is worrying,and they shouldn’t be meant for YA (12-18yo)
