My name is Kitty. She/her. 30/F. Professional big sister. Genshin and Obey Me brain rot, bi, single. This blog contains nsfw things, so 18+ just to keep the baybees safe.
My name is Kitty, I’m 30, and my top kins are Junko Enoshima, Asmodeus (Obey Me), Zero-Two, and Ei (Genshin Impact) so please consider that before trying to slide into my dms. Like please. Why are you making a move on tumblr???
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You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?
pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, This chap is all sex lmao, reader has mommy issues like a mf, both of them are damaged asfff </3 - this chap - messy ass mom, tension, feelings, and a Stripper Gojo cameo
art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!
ty for those who were nice and asked politely about the update <3 - but to everyone who bitched at me - remember I have 3 kids, a life, a JOB, write, and have ADHD. Imma forget sometimes. so i'm not promising any schedule again due to the complaints :)
<<<chap three
chap four
“Hey, what’s up this late?”
Your mom looks about as slutty as he’s seen her. Don’t get him wrong, your mom is hot – especially for being almost fifty, but he supposes that just means you’ll be fucking gorgeous too. He sees a bit of her in you, but you’re not exactly the same when it comes to your looks – her eyes are colder, her smile tighter, as if she just wants something from him.
She always did.
When Sukuna was a milf hunter in his younger years, he can’t lie that it was pretty fun with her, even now he’s not necessarily one to want anyone younger than him at all. Yet he can’t think of a single experience even close to being inside of you just now, when you said those words you want him to forget.
You’re not a disappointment at all.
Sukuna wanted to fuck your pretty cunt up – ruin it – not have therapy, but he suposses you both are getting some of that tonight, you loved his praise and he wanted to give it freely. Perhaps it was damage recognizing damage, and seeing there’s a beauty in it, being fucked up together.
Her hand comes on his chest, breaking him out of his thoughts, he leaves the door open, smiling a bit. “Can I come in, Ryo?”
You slump against the door, ear firmly planted, wondering just how long you’d be stuck in this bathroom and hoping you wouldn’t have to hear your mom and Sukuna do anything, when his cum was dripping out of you. Just how would you ever fucking get the black sheep name taken away when you’re worse than she even thinks?
You don’t think Sukuna would do something, but you also just don’t know what you guys are to each other. It’s new, it’s just a fuck, where him and your mom? They were together for a while.
All you can do is sit and slide down the door, sighing with your head against it, eyes shutting – Sukuna’s cum is slipping out of your hole as you sit like that, clutching your clothes against your chest, thighs trembling. Just exactly how would you get the hell out of here intact? You pull out your phone with a trembling hand, trying to keep quiet as you wait.
“Sure, but I’m pretty tired,” he runs a hand through his pastel locks, stepping aside and letting her walk in. “You excited about the wedding?”
“I am,” she walks over and sees his whiskey, raising a brow. “Upgraded from those bud lights finally?”
“I was in my twenties, that frat boy era died hard.” He mumbles, you can’t help but almost giggle at that, remembering what a little shit he was that tracks for him. “Do you want a drink?”
“I’ll take one,” she saunters right on over and Sukuna pours her a glass, the sheets are rumpled and messy, he smirks as he sees where you’ve just squirted all over them. “You know I really miss you.”
“No you don’t,” she rolls her eyes and sips her drinks, they’re almost your eye color, but just not as pretty. Her gaze assesses him like she is the very cougar she has been known to be, hand brushing up his chest then. Sukuna raises a brow, sipping his own drink and not reacting. “How have you been?”
“Lonely.”
“Tch,” he leans back just a bit, pouring himself another glass, the amber liquid swirling in the little glass. “Are you now?”
“Very,” you roll your eyes, slipping your finger across your screen and playing your little phone game to pass the time. You know damn well your mom has a whole ass roster. “I am excited for the wedding too, they’re so perfect.”
“Yeah she looks happy.”
“I saw you getting close with…” The way she says your name makes you roll your eyes again, pressing your ear to the door just to be nosy.
“And?” Sukuna draws the question out, your mom glares over at him now. “Can I only be nice to one of your kids?”
“It’s not you that’s the problem, it’s how she’s looking at you,” she throws back that whiskey sighing. “Like she has that dumb crush still.”
You glare.
Not your bitch mom spilling the damn tea on you. No you didn’t have a crush on Sukuna! You just checked him out all the time because you were a teenager and he looked like… well, slutty like he does now. It’s not your fault he’d be walking around shirtless when your hormones were going insane.
Not like you doodled in your diary about him.
You can see his damn pleased smile without looking out the door, hearing him hum to himself. “Don't.”
Don't what!? What was your bitch ass mom doing?
“Ryo,” you feel sick now, peering through the crack of the door and seeing her dropping to her knees.
This bitch.
Do you care too much because it's your mom or…
Because it's him?
“You used to love to fuck my mouth.” Sukuna smirks then.
In this one way you're a little like your mom, in that you both could suck cock far too well, but the thought of anyone's lips around him right now makes him sick. Plus you're coated all over him, even if he could get hard that's one line he's not okay crossing.
But there's that fact glaringly apparent – he can't get hard with her stroking him, his cock softens if anything, while he tugs her up.
“Come on, you're lit,” he says, trying to put on a friendly smile. “You're gonna be a menace at the bachelor party.”
She tries to save face, brows raised now. “What, too old for the milf hunter?”
“Nah, you're still hot as fuck,” she beams. “I've got something… going on. I don't know how serious it is, but…”
“Since when did you care about that?” Her arms wrap around his neck, you look away, eyes shutting, hugging yourself tighter. “You didn’t mind when we were together.”
You pause, heart hammering in your throat. Did Sukuna say you all were something potentially? Were you looking too much into it?
Why do you care so much about a man you’ve only fucked?
Something about how he brushed your hair back and called you a fucking ‘good girl’ was doing something to you mentally and emotionally that you weren’t ready to address yet. Instead you just stand and get dressed, trying to keep quiet as you compose yourself, the situation you’re in.
What was a drunken encounter has now been more, something inside you wants to keep Sukuna all to your fucking self.
“We'll talk when you're sober, that tolerance is shit.” Sukuna says, but she leans up and kisses him before he can stop her, lips that he once kissed and had wrapped around his cock, ones he at a time enjoyed.
But your mom? She’s fucking terrible, and the Sukuna that was in his twenties didn’t really give a fuck, shit he found that attractive, the psycho behavior. Now?
He pulls back and turns her away now. “Get your cougar ass out.”
She giggles and wipes her lips, “That bachelorette party? It’ll be mixed, so I will see you there.”
Great, just want Sukuna wants, to have to see some stripper grind on you while your mom tries to fuck him. It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. “What? Why?”
“It’s modern, Sukuna, people throw them together now,” she bites her lip and eyes him hungry. Dick literally in her fucking eyes. “I can’t wait to see you.”
Sukuna just sort of… shoves her out carefully, and finally he gets to shut the door – slipping out thank God, Sukuna exhales and swipes a hand down his face, grimacing. When you step out from the bathroom, hair a fucking wreck, your lips red and swollen from him – it's tense, too tense in that suite. His heart hammers in his chest, seeing the mess he made you, while your eyes all red and glimmering meet his lips.
“Did she kiss you?” Your question is soft, quiet and unbothered.
“Unfortunately,” he wipes his lips off then, smirking. “Aw, did that make ya jealous?”
“Hah. No. No way.” You're a fucking liar and he knows it.
“No?”
“Nope, I need to go, okay?”
“You're mad at me when I turned her down?” Sukuna stops you at the door, hard body pressing against your back, making you tremble and hum for him. “I don't fucking want her, since I know you do care.”
“I know,” you look up, breath catching in your throat. “I really had fun tonight, but I don't expect anything serious. It's okay if it's just the weekend.”
He pauses now.
Isn't that what he loves, some fun, no attachment? No clinginess?
Then why does it hurt?
“Yeah well if it makes you feel any better about your mom,” his hand trails down your side, making you tremble underneath his touch. “She did literally just kiss your cunt off me.”
You turn now, eyeing his lips as he presses you to the door, back against the cool wood. “One more kiss then, so she's not that last thing your lips touch tonight.”
He tilts your chin up, towering so tall above you, shadows cast along the wall of his frame, his arms bulging with muscles tensed. Your breath catches when you lean up, arching for him, his breath tickling your lips and making them tingle, almost brushing each other.
“Thought you wanted to be casual though yeah, thought you didn't care?” He asks softly, taunting you with his every breath.
What you say and how you actually feel, however, are completely different, but you keep it light, smirking now. “I don't, just wanna one up.”
Sukuna's jaw sets. “Petty, damaged little bitch.”
Smack.
He grins with a cheek ruddy and red from his fingerprint, kissing you mean and filthy, tongue devouring the depths of your mouth, gripping your face with a rough hand. Your ass is pressed against his thighs, head falling back, your eyes fluttering shut with how good he feels pressed hot and heavy.
“You’re such a dick,” you whisper meanly on his lips, taking a shaky breath when your eyes lock on each other. “Good night, Sukuna.”
“Yeah okay,” his hands are on your waist, gripping you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, ruby eyes just glowing fucking red, those lashes lowered and casting shadows, making him look even more psychotic. “You wanna stay.”
“Nope, why should I? To fuck again?” He smirks, and you almost wish he’d say there’s more to it.
Why do you want that?
“You know you wanna cum again, just admit it to yourself…” You shake your head now, he nips your lower lip with his teeth, thigh pressing between your own. “Still drippin’ me, need me to clean you up?”
“Sukuna…” You want to so badly, to stay with him while he has you in his arms, kissing you over and over, until you whine out and contemplate doing just that, staying and letting him fuck you dumb.
But the fucker pulls back now, brushing his fingertips across your lips and stepping back. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night, huh? Gonna get a lapdance, isn’t that what you said?”
“You wouldn’t care, would you?” You ask, breathless from his kisses, your cunt is sore from taking his cock, no matter how wet you were that made you hurt in places you didn’t even know existed.
Sukuna pauses, he doesn’t want to say those words – that yeah, he fucking cares, that it’ll make him wanna yank you up and fuck sense into you. It’s not like this goes anywhere though, whatever this is, but the moment you laid on him and said he wasn’t a disappointment something shifted.
Something that makes him uncomfortable, feelings he doesn’t ever think he’s had, like it was just so comfortable to be near you like that, he knew what you needed without really knowing you. It was something hard to explain and he wasn’t a man for mushy fucking terms, for flowery ass words.
“Would I care if some dude in assless chaps grinded on you?” He chuckles and shakes his head then. “Would you care if a stripper puts her ass in my face?”
“Of course I don’t care,” liar, liar, liar. “We can be adults about this, right? It’s just… us…”
“Fucking.”
“Mhm.”
You’re both quiet, just eyeing each other, unsure of what to fucking say or do. “So that it, or are you gonna be in my bed tomorrow too?”
You scoff now. “You sound so sure.”
Sukuna leans a hand over the door, leaning close to you, his breath mingling with yours, you realize then your mom had kissed him – kissed him, and he had shoved her out the door. How much of it was for show, and how much was due to the fact that he didn’t want her, like he said?
Better, tighter, prettier.
You relish in that not just because of your batshit mommy issues, but because Sukuna desiring you as much as you desire him was…
Fuck, you can’t think like this. He’s not serious, he’s playing his games, you’ve known of his way with women over the years, heard all the latest gossip, you can’t be thinking nonsense about him. Even as he’s too close, like the room that’s so big has shrunk to nothing, just the two of you pressed together.
“You came one minute earlier than I asked you,” his lips curve up, your brows lower as you glare. “You know you’re desperate for me, brat.”
“Psh, you wish.”
You rush out of the room, leaving Sukuna covered in your scent, leaning his head on the door, unsure just what the fuck happened and why he already misses you.
“This brat. The fuck is she doing to me?”
*****
The bachelor/ bachelorette party was insane, dancing women on one side, dancing men on the other, so many of your sister’s friends that were her bridesmaids. You don’t even know as many women as she has just in her bridal party, by far the popular one, you don’t blame everyone for loving her – your sister is that bright, bubbly girl, while you’re usually the one standing somewhere off to the side.
You ran into Sukuna at the bar grabbing a drink, just for him to snake a hand at your waist, lowering his lips to your ear and murmuring –
Aww your little bitch drink.
You stomped right on his fancy fucking dress shoes, making him just grin like the psycho he is rather than yelp in pain – and you’re literally wearing black high heels that should have hurt him at least a bit!? But no, Sukuna is insane as ever, when isn’t he just a menace especially when the man touches you.
His grip tightened, your heart raced as the room was full of everyone both of you know, including your mom who’s been making fuck me eyes at him since he got here, dressed sluttier than the professional dancers. You really can’t with her, but you suppose she’s giving it her best shot and you almost don’t blame her for that.
“Go have fun,” you said, smiling then. “I know I will.”
He’d scowled finally, jaw tensing.
“A problem with that?” You tilted your head, hair falling against your shoulders, he aches to brush it aside as much as he wants to yank it into a pony tail, and tug it back, pulling hard while you suck him dry.
You’re a problem.
“Nope.”
“Great, see ya.”
You had run off, leaving the two of you to your separate corners like it was a fucking boxing match, everyone had split into two groups however, your sister and her girls, and the groom with the men, the outlier was your mom. She kept bouncing back and forth, at a certain point you just looked at her with a raised brow, and she came over to you.
“Go act like you’re having fun at least,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You never grew out of that emo phase, did you?”
“It’s not a phase,” you giggle at the joke you know she doesn’t get, sighing at her look. “I’ll have fun, why don’t you get a dance, too busy eyeing your ex?”
Shit, you said that.
She steps up to you, the couple inches she has on you makes her a little taller, but it’s not that about her that’s intimidating – it’s how she’s always treated you, how you know everything you do utterly disappoints her in the end. Part of you is still that little girl buried deep somewhere, the one unloved.
“Shut your little mouth about him, you need to stop looking at him,” she hisses those words, grabbing your wrist now, you tense.
“Mom I was kidding-”
“You’re drunk, like usual.”
“So are you!?”
“He’d never look at you,” she scoffs now, eyeing your body up and down in an assessment that makes you tremble, feel sick. Sukuna can’t hear you both at all, but he looks curiously, wondering what the quiet conversation is about with this feeling in his stomach.
Yet he knows you’re not ‘his’ and he’s not ‘yours’ shit you probably were using him as a get back, but maybe he liked it too much, maybe he likes you too much. Everyone has him throwing back shots, but he can’t stop thinking about it, he can’t stop eyeing you both, ever curious.
“What’s that mean?” You manage to say, she laughs then, a cruel one that echoes in your ears.
Yeah, you are being awful fucking her ex, but she doesn’t even know that, she’s being cruel just to be cruel.
“Go get a dance, and get your sights off him, you’re not up to Sukuna’s caliber, not even close.”
You do feel sick then, the shot rising up in your throat as you tremble, and she pats your cheek with an almost smack.
“The fuck do you mean?”
“That you’re not close to good enough to even try with him, trust me I know you want him, I see it written on your face. Why would he ever go for you when he could have me?”
You blink and step back like you’ve been hit, her words wracking through your mind now. “I didn’t say I wanted him.”
“It’s obvious, I understand, he’s gorgeous, but he’d never be with you,” you want to laugh in her face as much as you want to throw up, to cry, a myriad of emotions that make you tremble. “Go pretend to have fun, your sister cares about you, don’t make her worry.”
“Right…” Suddenly with your mom you’re not that feisty girl who gives no fucks, no you’re a sad, damaged one.
Damaged little bitch.
You were, and Sukuna could sense that, your gaze captures him up on the stage with the women, they’re all over him and the groom, leaving you to go back to the bar and down another shot.
‘Fun’ it is.
*****
Later that night, Ryomen Sukuna has to watch as this lanky ass white haired stripper dances all on you, making his jaw clench in anger as he takes your hand and puts it on his abdomen, making you giggle. Giggle. You look happy as fuck to have his attention, so happy that no amounts of tits in his face are going to distract him from that fact.
Why does he care like this? He’s not one to get attached, and in two days he’ll be back out of your life, but something in him can’t fucking stand to see it, to see a man on you. Spreading your thighs and fucking stepping between them, your eyes catch Sukuna’s for a brief moment, eyeing the girl straddling his lap, and you smile all fucking mean then.
There’s a little challenge when you lean back and let him move against you, spreading your thighs more.
Two can play at that.
Sukuna grabs onto the thighs of the curvaceous stripper rolling her hips on him, her heat against his cock, with sweat and glitter all over her skin. Your eyes narrow at him, and he can’t help but smirk right back at you, across the room full of leds flashing and ridiculously loud music, full of people, the two of you are just…
Staring, competing, getting off on it too. If Sukuna’s hard it’s because he knows you’re getting mad, getting jealous, and if you’re wet it’s because he looks like he’s about to beat your ass till it’s black and blue, like he’ll choke you with his cock. Now it doesn’t hurt that the stripper in front of you is fucking gorgeous, either.
“Gojo, is that your real name?” You ask, while he leans down, licking a trail up your thigh, making you gasp, your hands on his oiled up skin. “Oh!”
“You’re yummy,” he answers huskily, looking up at you with pretty blue eyes, you’re lost for a moment in how pretty they are, forgetting about some stripper’s big ass tits in Sukuna’s face. “I notice you’re not hanging out with the party.”
“Yeah, they’re a little too much sometimes, I feel I’ll bring em down – shit you’re in a male revue, not a therapist!” He chuckles, the sound warm and throaty, standing up again and moving your hand up his abdomen ever so slowly, you blush when you see the bulge under his speedo.
“Feel free, sweets,” he slips your hand lower, and your thighs press on either side of him, letting you slip a few tens in his waist band, where there’s a light dusting of white hair over his cock. “I think you’re plenty fun.”
“Not just a pity lap dance?” You tease, he grins, far too charming, shaking his head. “You’re not what I expect.”
“Is that good or bad?” He teases, coming to bar you on either side of the chair, everyone is kissing, dancing, stripping, Sukuna’s hands are all over the dancers ass then, but his eyes are locked on you, with every motion of her hips it’s as if you’re the one doing it.
It’s what he pictures, it’s what you picture.
“Just unique,” you answer Gojo then, it feels good when he kisses a little spot on your neck, your eyes fluttering shut, aching to forget all the shit your mom said earlier. “A very touchy stripper.”
“Hmm, we all can be,” he admits, and he’s right, even your bitch ass mom is getting grinded on and living her best life, your sister is bent over getting paddled with her bride to be sash and tiara on. “You’re pretty, I like pretty things.”
“Oh…” You flush now, not the grinding of his huge body, but the little compliment, especially after everything she said. “You’re pretty.”
Gojo tilts your chin and kisses you.
Sukuna almost throws this goddamn stripper off his lap, tensing as you let Gojo kiss you, fuck you even seem like you’re loving it!? Your hands are all in his white hair, the stripper is all naked on you and you’re spread wide, Sukuna can’t even function when he watches another man kiss you.
His, his, his.
It’s all that keeps running through his goddamn mind, the fact that you’re supposed to be his and only his, but that’s bullshit, it’s nonsense. You would move on and maybe Sukuna would be some fond memory, of getting all your mommy issues out and getting backshots.
Is that what Sukuna really wanted?
He’s gone and headed toward you in moments, as Satoru winks and says he’ll see you after the show, and you’re a blushing, overheated mess. You bump right into Sukuna after, and you see the glitter on his skin, while he can see the sweat on yours, the two of you glaring at the sight, before looking around each other, seeing your mom occupied by a dancer.
“Have fun?”
He scoffs, grabbing your wrist and dragging you then.
“The fuck, Sukuna!?” He says nothing, just leading you unceremoniously out of the heated club and into the cool night air, you gulp it greedily, before he takes your breath away, tugging you against him.
Sukuna feels too good.
“I asked if you fuckin’ had fun, slutty little brat,” he whispers, hand sliding up into your hair, his other at your waist, pressing into your ribcage. “Answer me, be a good girl, huh?”
Fuck him for that.
“Thought you didn’t care?” You whisper, while Sukuna yanks your hair by the nape of your neck, so close to you now that you’re throbbing with need, his eyes so dilated they’re almost black.
“What’d she fuckin’ say to make you like this, huh?” You blink like you’ve been slapped, as he reads you like he somehow seems to always.
Your eyes swim with tears now, shaking your head, lips trembling and swollen from the white haired stripper’s kiss already, making Sukuna furious. “Thought we were just having fun tonight.”
“Was it fun, kissing him?” He asks, tightening that hold even more, making goosebumps rise, shivers running down your spine.
“Yeah, was it fun grabbing her ass, letting her grind on your cock?” You whisper, leaning up and letting two little tears fall.
“Answer, brat, the fuck did she say?”
You take a breath, trying to pull back, only for him to tug harder. “Why do you even care, huh?”
“Will you just tell me what she said? The fuck are you so difficult for all the time!?” You take a shaky breath, letting him press you against that wall, where anyone could walk out and see you both. “Do I need to fuck the answer out of you?”
“Maybe,” he sighs, loosening his grip just a bit, brushing fingers through your strands instead. “What are we gonna be friends?”
“You need a fucking friend,” you glare again, but he’s right – fuck he’s right. “Always trying to fucking be so tough and alone, when weren’t you.”
“Old, wise Sukuna,” you earn his jaw locking, his hard body pressing you against the cold, rough bricks, hand curling with how angry you have him. “She said mean shit, what’s new?”
“To make you this upset?”
“She said you’d never want someone like me,” Sukuna pauses, brows together now. “What’s it matter if she’s right, either, okay? It’s not like me and you are… I know it felt good, but…”
“But what?” You can’t finish the words. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Not up to your caliber,” he laughs then, without humor, shaking his head. “It’s best you don’t get involved with me, even sex. I’m a fucking mess, okay?”
“Yeah, I clearly see that.”
You scowl. “You don’t have to agree!?”
“Mommy issues, daddy issues, anger problems,” he sighs as he studies you in the dark. “Rebellious little brat.”
“Fuck you Sukuna.”
“Slutty little cunt, perfect tits,” your breath catches when he lifts your skirt up, brushing a finger up and down your slit. “That from the white haired stripper?”
“So what if it is? You’ll be out of town in a couple days, what do you care?” He pauses, you’re fucking right, but he can’t think of anything other than having you again.
“I’d fuck you with him,” he murmurs, making you gasp. “Or after him, that’s how much your tight little cunt is fucking with me, so fuck you.”
“Fuck me!? Fuck you! Long ass tongue and monster cock,” he’s grinning now, as you shove his chest. “I’m mad you ever gave mom your dick.”
Sukuna grins. “Toxic little slut.”
“You’re the slut!” You shove him again, when he picks you up like you’re fucking nothing suddenly, you cling to him tightly, thighs on either side of his hips. “What are you doing!?”
“Gonna fuck you like the slut you are,” he whispers, fucking mean with you too, cock throbbing and hard for you, pressing against your slick cunt.
“You can’t do that here!” You’re soaking him as he grinds, smirking at you.
“Won’t even have to prep ya, white haired boy fucking got you like this, huh?” He’s furious thinking of it, pressing harder through those layers, watching your cheeks flush under the streetlight shining down on both of you.
“And big titty stripper got you like that,” he kisses you mean then, brutal meeting of your lips, and you lose it, hands entangling in his sooty pink locks, cunt drooling, your head falling to the side. “Didn’t she?”
“Would that make you upset, damaged little girl?” You shake your head. “Little fucking liar.”
“M’not, mnh,” you’re dying for him inside you, so needy you almost forget where you both are then, when he finally releases you, easing you down his body. “Sukuna…”
You’re clinging to his dress shirt, he’s panting with how badly he needs you, slipping two fingers up in your slick little hole, groaning. “How much of that is f’me?”
You bite down on your lip, crying out and resting your head on his strong chest, touching his cock over his slacks and hearing him suck in a breath. “How much of that is for me?”
All of it was.
He pulls back and pins your wrists to the wall, your breasts are rising and falling with your breaths, the two of you studying each other in the dark, quiet night, eyes locked on each other. It’s quiet save for the echoing music outside, pulsating and rushing through both of your veins, his fingers tightening down even more on your delicate wrists.
Rough fingers, strong hands, his body looming over yours, that shadow cast across the wall, you can hardly stand it then, the need that’s overtaking you so utterly and completely in that moment. How badly you would let him fuck you right here, not caring who saw, who knew.
“You’re coming back with me,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up. “You’re gonna cum so many times you’re dumb, not able to say a fucking word?”
You just swallow, nodding, making him raise a brow.
“Really, no arguments?”
You shake your head.
You want him.
He touches his phone now, releasing you to get a ride, sighing as your shoulders tremble, and you shiver with the cold. He takes off his jacket, surprising you, wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’m gonna make you forget anything your bitch mom said tonight, you won’t even remember she exists.”
“Sukuna…” He grips your chin tight now, as the car heads your way, the wind brushing against your skin.
“Should start calling me daddy,” He whispers, you bite down on your lip then.
“No way.”
He smirks again. “You will when I’m done with you.”
You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?
pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, This chap is all sex lmao, reader has mommy issues like a mf - literally Kuna has us crawiling, LOTS of praise, fingering, fking, creampie, possessive, soft dom kuna, bratty reader - and overall freaked out, both of them are damaged asfff </3
art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!
<<<chap two - chap four>>>
chap three
“You’re on time,” you glare up at him, as he checks the expensive Rolex on his watch, lips quirking up. “Good girl.”
Fuck him.
Literally, you’re going to fuck him.
Jumping on him with your arms around his neck, dragging the stupidly tall man down to you. He moans, an arm around your waist, taking you over, pressing you against the door that he quickly shuts. Your tongues fight for dominance, slipping and melding together, saliva dripping all messy.
Your core tightens as you feel his strength, feel the cold door pressing against your shoulder blades, breaths coming in quick little pants as he drinks you in, tilting his head and swallowing your desperate little cries. You hate how much you enjoyed him rubbing your hair earlier under that table, how him praising you filled some fucking void deep down.
How you want more, when he pulls back, red eyes bright and lidded, his sooty pink lashes lowering as he studies your lips, brushing his thumb across them. “You love that, huh?”
“Shut it,” you don’t admit a damn thing, when he reaches a hand and brushes your hair back gently, you tremble at the touch. “The fuck are you doing?”
“What you need,” his voice is dark and husky, grabbing your hair at the nape now, tugging it and looking down at you far too intimately. “Wanna be told what a good girl you are, don’t you?”
“I came here to fuck,” you whisper, trying not to show how badly he’s affecting you, your hands gripping his soft sweater he’s got on that looks far too good on him. “Maybe I like it okay?”
“You love it,” he kisses your lips now, hand loosening its grip and slipping down the curve of your spine. “Mmm, do you want to be good for me?”
“Fuck you - ah!” Sukuna gently smacks your cheek, shocking you with the sting, then he soothes it, smirking down at you as he watches your mouth drop open.
“No talking back,” he murmurs, thumb running soothing circles. “Admit that you want it, me to praise you for being good.”
You curse softly, shutting your eyes, thighs shifting. “You on some weird dom daddy kink?”
“No, you have mommy issues, huh brat?” He tilts his head. “Look at me.”
Your eyes flutter open, you swallow then, shifting a bit, hand gripping his shirt even tighter, the very room too small suddenly, like he’s completely filled it. “I’m looking at you.”
“Good, now answer me, you want me to, hmm?”
You nod again, he lets you go, leaving you touching your chest, feeling your racing heart fluttering, breaths coming in shaky little pants. He walks over towards the bed where the settee sits at the end of it, sitting with his legs spread wide under black slacks, leaned back. You watch him carefully, setting your purse down off your shoulder on the black nightstand.
The suite has one of those insane air conditioners that leaves the room freezing with the soft whir of the air, but all you can think of is how hot you are in that moment, how your entire body reacts to his gaze like a physical touch. “What, you want me to suck you again? You liked it.”
He chuckles at you, trying to be so tough – he knows you’ve had to be, but he sees that damage in your fucking soul, the one that matches his damn near. The kind you get from being told you’re not good enough for so many years when you’re just ‘different’. And he wants to fix it in you, what he still couldn’t fix fully in his thirties, even if it’s to show you how fucking perfect you are for a couple days.
“Come here, now.” His command is met with a little laugh, shaking your head and crossing your arms.
“You’re telling me-”
“On your knees, crawl to me.”
“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”
“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”
“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”
“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”
“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”
“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”
“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”
“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.
“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”
Fuck.
You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”
“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”
“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”
“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”
He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”
You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.
“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”
You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”
“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”
“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.
“Arms down, take off the skirt.”
You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.
“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”
You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.
“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.
“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”
“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”
“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”
“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”
“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”
You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.
He grins.
He is psychotic.
“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”
“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.
“On the bed.”
You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Panties down.”
“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.
“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”
“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”
“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”
“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”
“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”
You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”
“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”
He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”
“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”
“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”
You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”
“Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”
“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.
“Prettier.”
“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.
“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”
“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.
“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.
“Please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”
“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”
“Then cum.”
“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”
It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.
“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”
“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”
“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”
He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you?
He wants you to feel perfect.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”
You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.
“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”
“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.
“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”
“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.
“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”
You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”
“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”
You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.
“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.
“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”
“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”
His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.
“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”
“Sukuna!”
“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”
You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.
“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”
“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”
Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.
“Takin’ me better than she could.”
The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.
“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”
“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”
“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”
“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.
“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”
You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.
“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”
You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.
“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.
You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.
"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.
"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."
"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.
"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”
“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”
“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”
“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.
He’d hate someone on you.
“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”
“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.
“That’s sweet?”
“You’re worse than they know.”
“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.
“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”
“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”
“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”
You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”
“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”
“Well… forget this okay?”
“Forget what, brat?”
You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”
It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.
“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.
“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”
“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”
“I need to go…”
“No.”
“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”
“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”
“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”
“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”
“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.
“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”
“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”
God when you say his name he loses it.
“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”
“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.
That’s when the door knocks.
“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at him. “Let go, what if it’s-”
“Ryo…”
It’s your mom.
“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.
“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”
“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.
“Ryo?”
“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”
“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.
“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.
“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”
“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”
“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”
“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”
He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.
Just how were you getting out of this?
hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3
the council demands more fratkuna (i really love your ideas for him they're so effing sweet)
ty nonnie <3 here's a lazy study date w him (and his evil tech major work) and creative writing major fem reader :)
btw dividers by @muerdida theyre really cute!!!!
"oh my god, i'm going to sleep with my professor for a good grade if i don't understand this module in the next thirty minutes."
you looked up from your laptop, bleary-eyed from trying to close-read a passage on nihilism for the past hour. "babe, no."
lounging in your dorm room, you two expected to lock the hell in and study until you were cross-eyed. and you'd done that, but now for the last hour, ryo had taken to complaining about his latest assignment.
ryomen pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses slightly lifted, dark hair messy from running his hands over his head countless times. "of course i'd ask you first, angel. then, with your permission, i'll seduce my seventy-year-old male professor into passing me."
you shook your empty water bottle, hoping that there was a little bit left of the sweet nectar that was water, but there was nothing but sad, fruitless sipping through your straw. "we need to go to starbucks again."
"we went four hours ago..."
"exactly. we're out of cake pops, and we're low on fuel."
"your chai latte with strawberry cold foam is not fuel."
"neither is you stealing my alani!"
"baby, please. focus. i need to woo my professor."
you threw one of your note cards at ryo, causing him to laugh and shield himself from the paper projectile. "you aren't flirting with professor ikeda because you can't focus on whatever the hell lanex coding is!"
"you flirt with your prof's TA all the damn time," ryo grumbled.
"no, i don't. he's just nice to me."
"yeah, nice guys always stare at your tits while giving you extra marks on your essays."
"my essay was good!"
"course it was, baby. all your essays are good. it's just that to satoshi's little brother, they're extra good."
nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.
every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.
his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.
the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.
and he just can’t help himself.
the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.
he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.
he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.
“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.
“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.
his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.
the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.
you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.
satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.
“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”
he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.
the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.
satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.
he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.
the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.
you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.
satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.
🏐 "𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw "hatefucking with gojo!" ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says reupload from toruzip ⁀ ˳ ⟡
You shouldn't have joked about not wanting your children to have blue eyes.
Your limbs felt like jelly, ass red with marks that resembled a certain man with white hair’s hands, and thighs trembling with squirt and cum dribbling down them. Initially you had tried to complain, on your hands and knees while snarkily replying back to him. Now… now you just took his cock, arms limp under you, your face and tits squished against the sofa, lewd loud moans being muffled into the pillow beneath your face that Satoru had so graciously placed.
“... ‘t-toru..” you mewled with a soft whine.
Satoru’s cock was driving in and out fast of your sloppy pussy with a pace that had you feeling numb from waist down. The wet ‘plap! plap! plap!’ filling the room, as Satoru leaned down, his sweaty muscular chest pressed against your arched back. “Yeah? Not complaining now, are you?” He punctuated his words with a hard slap to your ass, making you whimper out into the pillow.
“M’ssoryyyyy.. I–it was j–just a joke..!” you drawled on your words, before letting out a louder moan into the pillow, when the thick tip of Satoru’s cock hit your cervix.
Satoru leaned back up, his hands braced on either side of your hips, pressed against the soft material of the couch. His gaze darkened a little while he smirked down at you, lips twitching before he patted your ass so sweetly, as if he wasn't currently rearranging your insides. He let out a husky chuckle, “yeah? You say you’re joking now?”. He bit his lip at the sight of you, limp and breathless under him, just taking his cock like it was the only thing you could do. He hesitated, before leaning down over you again.
"You’re so fucking pathetic…" he huffed against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your earlobe. You could feel his soft lips brushing against his hips continuing their relentless thrusts on your dripping cunt. Your pussy clenched and quivered around his thick cock.
“..I–.. I hate you…” you moaned shamelessly into the pillow, letting out a small cry of pleasure when he hit your cervix again.
“I know you don’t, baby,” he mumbled softly, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your hair. You almost mumbled out an ‘I love you’ until satoru sped up his hips again, fucking into your pussy with increased speed and lust. His eyes darkening at the sight of your plump ass jiggling, and your moans spilling out, muffled against the pillow as if you couldn’t fight it.
“I’ll f-fuck a baby into you.. show you just how pretty our children would look with my eyes and your–fuck... hair..”
NERD!JO just wants his equally nerdy best friend to realise he likes her..
art by @/narutoss.ramen on ig
late nights playing just about every 2-player video game you can get your hands on, going to all the comic book stores in the city, and a long list of inside jokes.
these are only some of the many things satoru cherishes about your friendship, he's making a never-ending list in his head instead of paying attention to the movie that the two of you are supposed to be watching. you're too busy stuffing your face full of your favourite kind of pizza—the kind satoru isn't the biggest fan of, but he doesn't have the heart to suggest anything else.
and he's spaced out, fingers toying with a ring you gifted him while his brain is frying itself trying to find a way for him to spit out his feelings. he did have an idea, an idea that went to shit the second he laid eyes on you. knocked on your door with the food in hand and a note in his back pocket, one he was going to slip under a slice of pizza when you weren't looking.
but of course, he thought on it too long. just stood there in your doorway like a deer in headlights while every scenario of the whole thing going wrong played out in his head. what if you bit the paper?—teared it in half and swallowed his carefully thought out words, what if his little proposal wasn't good enough? or what if, you simply didn't feel the same way?
you have a sort of sixth sense when it comes to him, you know something's up and aren't about to let him mope around in your bed. "hey, toru," you poke his arm, "how come you're not watching the movie? finally got bored after seeing it a million times?" you chuckle.
"oh—just ehm, zoned out for a sec." he blinks rapidly, but for once you aren't focused on his eyes, more so on the sauce at the corner of his mouth. you sit up and use the pad of your thumb to swipe it off. a small, simple gesture.
nothing small or simple about it in his eyes, the speed of his heartbeat sure isn't 'small.' it's back to the drawing board for him, he's in no state to tell you how he feels now. look's like he'll just have to keep scribbling down both of your initials inside a heart and hoping for a miracle.
a real shame, you could've made a joint scrapbook with him—combine the identical doodles you've got in your own notebook.
⡴ gojo cannot undo your bras for the life of him ⡴ suggestive/a little bit of boobs and grinding
every. single. time.
every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.
this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.
“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.
“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”
he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.
he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.
his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.
he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.
his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.
you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.
“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.
he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”
“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.
you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.
he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.
“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”
“can we just forget about this and let me fuck you?”
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
[ when they make you play with your toys in front of them ]
featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb
[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
sylus watches you with a deep set of hunger seen within his garnet eyes. he lays back against the couch, front row seats to the private show you were providing for him. you were settled back on his bed, naked with your hands trembling as you met his gaze, only to quickly look away from him.
with your whole body set aflame due to his lingering gaze, you felt your breathing hitch, hands going unsteady as you tried to get a grip on the phallic toy.
“what’s wrong, sweet dove? don’t tell me you’re getting shy. go on, pretend that i’m not even here- show me what you do to relieve that ache when i’m not around.”
you swallow thickly, your lips parting in a soft whimper before you clenched your eyes shut-
finally moving as you now gripped at the dildo with purpose.
you began by tracing the thick, mushroom tip of your toy against your damp folds, collecting the moisture as you dragged your swollen clit against the thick and heavy cock.
“that’s it, love… that’s it.”
you register the sounds of shifting fabric, hearing the squelching sounds of sylus stroking his cock the moment you slid the dildo into your wet heat. now consumed by the sounds of his deep grunts and whispered praises, you began moving the toy cock swiftly in and out of your heat.
your naked body arches against the silk covers of the bed, now bouncing up and down your favorite toy as you came directly onto it-
letting out a gasp the moment you felt something shift in the air as sylus uses his evol to pin your ankles to the bed, spreading you further as he continues to pump the dildo in and out of your heat while sucking on your swollen bundle of nerves-
knowing you could no longer escape such passions as you submit yourself entirely to your lover’s will.
zayne was supposed to be gone for at least 3 weeks for a conference, hence why you believed that you were utterly free to assuage your physical needs for him while he was absent.
the shower was running, steaming up the space as the sounds of running water muffles the moment your front door was unlocked as a tired doctor walks into his shared space with his luggage’s in tow. he calls out your name-
only to freeze when he hears a sound that makes his heart stop.
your moans echo throughout the bathroom, causing zayne’s blood to run cold as he rushes up the stairs.
had she betrayed me during my absence? no, it can’t be!
he shoves himself past your shared bedroom and into the connecting bathroom-
only to feel his voice become lost as he witnesses your form through the frosty glass bouncing on a cock that was fastened to the wet shower floor.
not even caring about his suit, zayne loosens his tight while sliding the glass shower door open-
only to see your embarrassingly aroused face looking up at him with pleading eyes as you continued to fuck yourself against the toy cock. “zayne…? y-you’re home early-“
“please, don’t let me stop you.” his voice was rough, losing its prior composure immediately when he unzips his dress pants, pulling out his cock while stroking it to the same rhythm of your unsteady thrusts. just seeing him in such a hedonistic state was enough to make you cry out to him as your movements became more unrefined, fighting with an urgency to reach your peak when he speaks once more-
“go on, give me a show i won’t ever forget, honey, and i’ll reward you with something real soon enough.”
xavier’s eyes darken the moment he comes home to see you bouncing yourself against the sofa with a toy cock nestled deeply within your heat.
he found you settled on the armrest of the sofa, using it as a means to balance yourself as you thrust your heat up and down the thick dildo.
the philos prince turned hunter clears his throat, making your head snap towards him as you began to whimper.
“xavier… baby… y-you’re home?”
he bites down on his bottom lip, “yeah, i’m home. and it looks like you’ve been having fun without me, starlight.”
xavier sees the way your back arches, your inner thighs locking into place as you came directly onto the phallic toy in response to the hunger heard within his voice-
causing xavier to move quickly.
placing both hands on your waist, he pulls you away from your toy, hissing deeply upon seeing the strands of your cum connected to it as a strange wave of possessiveness washes over him.
“it’s my turn now, starlight. and you better be prepared for me as i show you how much better i am at satisfying you than a mere toy.”
the lemurian was at a loss for words when he sees your lovely and pliant body bouncing on top of what had to be a sex doll.
he had lied about his late return from the gallery, just to surprise you with your favorite takeout. yet seeing you moving so passionately against that doll makes his loins burn with a sudden need for you.
“what’s this, princess?”
you immediately cease your movement, head whipping back to see rafayel standing there, the food ruined from how quickly he had dropped it.
he strips away his suit, not daring to look away from you when nothing was left on him. “don’t stop… i want you to practice those exact movements on me the moment you finish.”
the artist smirks, turning his armchair so that he could face his bed, languidly stroking his cock while copying your rhythm. “ngh… yeah… that’s a good girl… you’re so fucking gorgeous… keep going- don’t ever stop.”
those words of praise were enough to allow you to toss aside all of your inhibitions, moving with an intent now as you descended down on the stiff doll. you were moving with a renewed fervor now, devouring every inch of its cock while imagining it was rafayel that was filling you to the brim.
caleb was as stiff as a board when he sees you riding on a strap on that was crudely fastened to his pillow the moment he came back home from work.
he knew he was a little late, and he had expressed his disappointment to you a few hours ago-
yet what he was not expecting was to see you rutting against his pillow with a dildo strapped on to the cushion.
“well well, babe… is this why my pillow smells suspiciously like you each time i’m away?”
the sound of his rich voice filled with lust and amusement makes your hips still, eyes going wide as he could see the blood rushing to your cheeks and hear the slight hitch in your voice.
“c-caleb… y-you’re- ngh…! y-you’re back?”
your colonel lets out a low whistle, leaning back against the doorframe of your shared room before unzipping his pants, simply revealing his cock as he began rapidly stroking it. “ngh… fuck… don’t stop, baby… keep going… let your colonel watch every fucking move you make.”
that was enough to unravel you, your back arching as you fucked yourself into the dildo, greedily inhaling the scent of caleb that still lingered on his pillow as you chased your high-
earning a low growl from caleb as he felt his balls tighten at the sight, already knowing that he was going to sink into you the moment you reached your high as he reminded your pussy that nothing could ever replace the real deal.
end notes: *taps mic* being stressed and horn knee is one hell of a combination. enjoy this unedited mess.
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
There's a few things about you that Sylus finds peculiar. One of which is your texting style.
'Show me that cawk'
Your text lights up his phone, and the longer he stares, the more confused he gets. What exactly were you asking of him?
After a quick google search, he manages a slight grasp on the scenario. A calendar check confirms his theory for the reason you're asking for such a thing, and with that in mind, he's happy to oblige.
One might feel awkward taking nude photos for the first time. But of course, such a thing doesn't apply to Sylus. It's almost too easy for him to find a good angle, mindful to also include a sinful shot of just his abs.
He also makes plenty of use out of the bottle of massage oil in the nightstand.
After taking a dozen or so photos, and one short video, he sends them with the caption 'Does this satisfy you?' and sits back. You read it almost immediately.
And then...nothing.
For five minutes, Sylus waits. Doubt starts to creep up just a little. Perhaps the pictures hadn't been satisfactory. He hadn't included his biceps. Maybe you were mad?
'Come over. Quickly. Please. Can't cum without you.'
He doesn't bother getting dressed, never more grateful for his ability to teleport easily into your bedroom. You'd been expecting him to do so given the way you nearly launch yourself at him, shoving him onto the bed and clambering on top of him.
"Did you like the pictures?" He murmurs into your mouth, fingers sliding into your panties and making you melt into him.
"Y-yeah. But-fuck-the real thing is s-so much better."
content: size kink. varka, zhongli, and diluc x afab reader (separately) mdni
size kink with Varka has you laid bare beneath him completely at his mercy, large hands palm the soft flesh of your thighs spreading you open. Simultaneous using his bigger physique to easily fold you into the meanest mating press. Your eyes widened at the sheer depth it gives him, as if his cock wasn’t too much to handle before. The flush tip kisses your cervix with every relentless thrust gaining a choked moan from you. He has you exactly where he wants you, by the end of it you’re drooling over yourself. Utterly mind fucked as he pulls out thick blobs of his seed bubbling out of your used cunt.
size kink with Zhongli who props you up in front of a mirror, squeezed into a full nelson while glossed over eyes stare back at yourself. He presses the tip of his cock against your wet folds teasingly. A soft chuckle erupts from him as he slowly pushes his tip into the warmth of your walls. Ready to have his way with you when all you can do is be a good girl for him and watch yourself get absolutely ruined by the geo dragon himself.
size kink with Diluc who after a hard day at work wants nothing more than to let off some steam. Losing himself in the sweet embrace of your cunt clenching so lovingly against his cock. In times like this doggy style is his go-to having complete access to your plush ass. He loves to press his chest firmly against your back angling himself to bully that sweet spot of yours. Using his sheer size to cage you between him and the mattress while he whispers how you’re doing such a good job taking his cock.
My type in men is when there's a humongous man who could totally overpower you but still choose to be terrified/in awe of you
Take one good look at Varka and you'll see why
Like his wife right now could be absolutely furious at him for underestimating a fight and had gotten a few scratches here and there. But he isn't sad at all.
No.
He's gleaming at her with the biggest smile (a little sheepish too) on his face that could rival the sun as she's patching him up, not letting up on the scolding. Literally in joy.
🏩 "𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑨," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw varka's cock is big, as we all assumed, and it just causes a little bulge on his wifey’s abdomen when he's balls deep inside her ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა artist credits: @/aveli.nnn on insta plz reblog / like 2 support ⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡ 𝑤.𝑐: 0.6k ⁀ ˳ ⟡
#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ smut p i v sex varka’s huge mentions of breeding reader’s body allows tummy bulges unprotected sex varka’s mean & teases you this mf knows exactly what he’s doing 2 u finger sucking mentions of cunnilingus reader is his wife slight dumbification
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I’m writing this before I go to bed after studying and reciting ⁺ ノ masterlist ◦ ₊
VARKA’s cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, your half lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes meeting his teasing ones.
“You feel me deeeep inside you, yeah?” He spoke in a low deep hum, kneeling on the bed before you, his hips pressed against yours. The room felt hot, sweaty, walls too thin for what you two were doing. Mondstadt saw him as the grandmaster, smiling, perfect, and a little empty headed at times. You were the one who saw past the outer shell, who got to experience him at his most depraved state.
His favourite state; being balls deep in his wife.
You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of “foreplay” which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.
“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, m’kay?” He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.
His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you weren’t already on edge. “Mmm… s-stoppp.. don’t press there,” you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. “S’hard not to… can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,” he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.
It’s almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. “Fuck… you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when I’m in you… wanna marry me, doll?” He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.
“We’re already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..”
He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. “Don’t even need to ask twice…” he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. “A-ah.. ah… mmh..!” You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.
“F-fuck yeah… you love this, don’t you?” He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, “love being fucked dumb by me,” he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.
His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.
Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. “Y-yeah.. just… a little more, angel..” he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.
“Just… a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies… or just that cute bulge from my dick.”
