only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off
Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’.
Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face.
But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body.
Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days.
But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?”
You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”
Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.
He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all.
His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.”
He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.
“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”
“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.
“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.
“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”
“I intend to,” his maw replies.
Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”
You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him."
“I’m warning you, do not–”
“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”
Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself.
And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him.
So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.
You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”
“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.
“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”
“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.
“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it.
“Well, I was thinking about it and–”
“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”
“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.”
“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”
“No. This ends now."
In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”
“…”
“The answer is both of them.”
Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.”
a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”
Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”
He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”
You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”
“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”
You nod. “Mhm.”
“Good.”
There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
You look up, already annoyed because it’s Johnny soap mactavish, your roommates best friend that you find to be more of a pest than anything else.
“Excuse me? Why are you even here? Kyle’s out.”
He ignores the latter question. “That guy last night? Fakest moans I’ve heard in a long time.”
You throw your pillow at him “piss off.”
He chuckles, grabbing the pillow from you, “maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight if you just got a good lay in ya.”
Which is how you end up sprawled on your bed with two of soaps fingers sunken into your pussy. “T-this is only happening once by the way.”
He rolls his eyes, curling his fingers upwards at a nasty angle that causes your hips to buck. “Dinnae worry, Princess. I got the message the last four times ya said it.”
His fingers are thick and his palm is calloused as it slams against your clit with each pump of his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to believe that Johnny might be right and he in fact might be the best lay you’ll ever have.
“Tell me, doll. What was it like? Did’ya ride his face since he can’t eat ya out properly or is he not enough for a pillow princess like you?”
The scowl on your face tells him you have some choice words as a response but he quickly cuts you off. “Oh please, we all know you’re definitely a pillow princess.”
He leans down, blowing against your tender clit before suckling at it lightly. Your legs tremble, threatening to close but a gentle spank followed by a large palm pressing against your thigh keeps you open.
The build up comes quicker than you’d like to admit. Your shallow breathes don’t do anything to hide the fact that you’re about to cum.
oh god- you’re cumming…cumming, cum-
You gasp at the sudden removal of his presence. You look up in shock, finding a smug Johnny between your legs. By the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Fuck him.
“Beg for me, doll. Tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat all the time.”
You refuse. You might be teetering the edge of an orgasm but you still have your pride.
However, your refusal doesn’t put him off, instead he inches closer, fingers playing with your folds as if they were pages of a book. “It would be no fun if you were compliant anyways.”
You learn Johnny is a stubborn man- ruining orgasm after orgasm. He brings you to your high quickly, reckless demeanor contrasting with his precise movements.
Even when your pussy is squeezing his cock like it doesn’t want to let go, he finds the will to pull out and leave you shamefully pulsing around nothing.
He does this over and over and over- until you’re a sobbing mess. His name sounds so nice on your tongue followed by a broken “please” or “I’m sorry.”
But one isn’t enough. You’ve been a bitch to Johnny in the past, as he had been to you (but Johnny ignores this fact), and he plans on getting his fill all in one night.
Maybe if he can get you to admit he’s the best you’ve ever had, he’ll let you cum in the morning.
"i'm gone for ten minutes and you start touching yourself?" ☆
part one here
your best friend geto is grinning ear-to-fucking-ear as he towel dries his hair, leant against the bathroom doorway in just a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. you might've just given yourself friction burn with how fast you've ripped your hand out of your shorts.
"perv," suguru laughs, looking behind himself to the open bathroom door. "were you... watching me shower?"
" you left the fucking door open," you argue, tidying up your hair and trying fruitlessly to look like you weren't just fucking yourself with your fingers and growing frustrated at the lack of his. "and no, i wasn't watching... you didn't leave the door open enough."
"listening, then?"
the smile on his lips makes you weigh the merits of homicide. you'd think yourself decent at hiding a body, plus who would suspect you? you're just the best friend he ate out a week ago and hasn't mentioned anything about it since. you're of half a mind to ask him 'what are we?', but you know you'd get a suguru-typical asshole answer.
"you know," he tilts his head, letting his long black hair fall forward off his shoulder. "you could have joined me."
ugh. like that.
"god," you cringe. "are you one of those guys who says ' without me? ' every time someone he's talking to says they're going to shower?"
geto looks dumbfounded. "that's not sexy?"
"no. it's perverse. uncouth ."
"shit. gojo said it's sexy."
you make a show of rolling over on your bed so that you're facing away from him. half in an attempt to make your attitude known, and half to hide the obvious flustered look on your face.
you don't even have an excuse for touching yourself just before. suguru had asked to use your shower while he was over, as he has many times before, and something about the knowledge that your best friend was naked and dripping wet just a few feet away made you dripping wet as well.
so you started touching yourself to the fucking sound of a running shower.
it's obstreperous. maybe he's right, and you are perverted in the head and can never be healed. you were so caught up in your own frustrations that you didn't hear the shower turn off, or suguru step out to watch you for god-knows how long before finally speaking up.
"so why is it you're so pent up that you've got to touch yourself while i'm showering?" he asks.
"my body was just so happy that you were gone," you roll your eyes, staring to turn over to face him. "it's like i dry up when you're around... so when you left i was just so happy that i felt a good old orgasm coming—oh."
your voice dies when you turn and find your best friend isn't standing at the doorway anymore. he's right by the bed, and you're suddenly face-to-face with the edge of his towel. his v-line is cut deep, and the happy trail that dips beneath the fabric is enough to reboot that achy need that had you touching yourself in the first place.
"quit staring, weirdo."
you snap your gaze up to him, though this new sight only makes things worse. suguru looking down at you, his lazy grin framed by damp hair... you can only imagine what look would wash over his face if you were looking up at him instead with his cock in your mouth. would you treat him well? make him feel as good as he made you? would your inexperience faze him or only spur him on? to be the only man that knows that the roof of your mouth feels like...
"you're squeezing your thighs together," he notes.
ah. so you are. you might just explode and die. "stop talking."
"what can i say? i like the sound of my own voice."
"i don't."
"i think you do."
"you think ? doesn't that hurt your brain, sugu?"
geto rolls his eyes and takes a step even closer. if you were to tilt your head down any, you'd probably brush against the prominent bulge that is now tenting the towel hardly staying together on his hips. shit, now you're staring again.
"i could help you out," he drawls. "like last week."
you blink up at him. "i don't need that."
he doesn't believe you, of course. and you're not about to admit to him that after feeling his mouth on you last week, you haven't been able to make yourself cum since. still, you aren't sure it's all because you miss his mouth.
you loved it, of course you did, but since he went home that evening and the two of you fell back into being friends-without-benefits, you'd found yourself thinking less about geto pleasing you, and thinking about learning how to please him. You want to know how it feels to flip this, to take him apart instead. To see if he falls to pieces as easily as you had under his tongue.
"what if i want to return the favour?"
geto looks almost as surprised as he did when he found your stash of literary porn that sparked this whole exploration saga. you can practically see the gears turning in his head, the implication of your words going straight to his dick. and then he laughs. "oh? my sweet little pervert wants to get their mouth on me?"
asshole. "nope," you lie, rolling back over to face away from him. "not anymore."
"get on the floor."
you still. "what?"
"cmon," he's grabbing your arm with one of his big hands, his grip gentle but firm. "you wanna learn how to suck dick? now or never."
"sugu—" you start, but swallow when you see the look he's giving you. stern, but desperate in a way that convinces you that nothing could be sweeter than granting him release.
the floor is cold against your knees, but you can't seem to focus on anything other than suguru, who sits down on the edge of your bed, legs spread, leaning back on his arms. he's looking down at you still, not too differently than before.
there's a moment that passes where the two of you just look at each other. you wonder if this is how he felt last week, looking up at you from between your legs, near salivating at the prospect of tasting you.
"i don't know how," you whisper, glancing down to the tuck that keeps his towel in place, though your gaze is quickly lifted when geto takes your chin between his fingers and forces you to look up at him.
"sure you do," he says. "you read all that crazy porn, you've got a whole library of blowjob scenes on that fucking phone of yours."
"you're not funny."
"yes i am," he smiles, and presses a thumb against your lips. instinctively, you open your mouth and let him push in. pressing down on your tongue, his breath hitches when you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck. "shit."
pulling his thumb out and replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, he starts to slowly press in and out of your mouth. you wonder if he's visualising your lips around his cock instead, or if he's remembering how those same fingers looking plunging in and out of you last week.
"surely this isn't doing anything for you," you say, though your words and muffled by his still-moving fingers. there's no pleasure in sucking on his fingers, right?
"you have no fucking idea," is all he can manage in a reply. huh.
mentally shrugging, you let him finger-fuck your mouth for a little while longer before he finally pulls out and tucks his hair behind an ear.
you look pointedly down at his towel. "can i?"
"you—yeah, yeah go ahead."
you reach out and untuck his towel, noting the way he leans back on his elbows as you let the white cloth fall to either side of his lap. his cock is thick and so hard it looks painful and...
he's fucking huge. your eyes near bulge as you take in the full length, the weigh it weighs itself down as he shifts his hips. even the veins stand out like cords. you aren't quite sure whether you should drool at the sight or cry.
"all yours," geto says, and you don't know why, but it comforts you a little. just you and him, the man you're most comfortable with. if you're about to embarrass yourself, you'd rather it be with suguru.
you start with a kiss to his navel, though. pressing up on your knees to reach his abs, you ghost your lips over the line of dark hair that trails down to the base of his cock. your forefinger gently traces a bulging vein that runs up the underside of his cock and, when you reach the tip, you dart your tongue out and taste the precum that's already started to bead.
it's not as strong as you'd expected it to taste—salty if nothing else, and it spurs you on to then wrap your lips just around his achy tip. almost immediately, suguru lets out a low groan and bucks his hips up a little.
"careful," he says, though brings a hand up to the side of your face in a comforting gesture. "i'm... sensitive right now."
you furrow your brows and give him a look. sensitive?
"i just came a few minutes ago, your mouth is... a lot."
you have to make a conscious effort to pull off his cock before clenching your jaw, lest you want to bite the idiot's cock off. "huh!?" you sputter, wiping your lips. "you were teasing me for touching myself while you were in there jerking off?"
he blinks down at you. "yes."
"that's it? just yes?"
"...yes?"
you blink up at your best friend. stupid fucking hypocrite of a man, with his stupid fucking smile and stupid fucking massive dick. how embarrassed you had felt, despite suguru and your closeness, should have been reciprocated. he was doing the exact same thing as you were, and is now only reaping the rewards of your lust.
he's sensitive? you smile, which makes his smile drop in turn.
"why are you smiling like that? you know i don't trust you when— ohhh my fucking god ."
you've got half of his cock in your mouth before he can even start to process the blinding pleasure shooting up through his spine. it's a bit of a mess, owing to this being your first time, but has his balls tightening all the same.
"oh fuck you," suguru is squeezing his eyes shut tight as you put to use one of the techniques you've read countless times before and swirl your tongue around his tip. "those fucking books."
you'd smile if your lips weren't stretched around his girth. the sounds escaping him are enough to spur you on further, that combined with the taste and weight of his cock on your tongue and you think you've never been this wet before in your life. you wrap one hand around what of suguru's length you can't fit in your mouth, and then snake the other one downwards to dip beneath the waistband of your shorts.
you're close already, though you keep your own pleasure at bay. being the first to cum while you're giving head would give suguru too much to tease you with, and you're rather enjoying the sight of him genuinely falling apart beneath you.
yeah, you aren't just friends. you're sure you'll continue to pretend to be, but just the thought of someone else in your position makes your ministrations speed up: this suddenly pathetic man is all yours, like it or not, and you think he always has been, in a way.
"you're sure... hah, fuck... you're sure you've never done this?" he's practically whining now, bucking his hips up in time with your stroking, forcing himself just that little bit deeper towards the back of your throat. you gag a little, but hold your position. "how the hell..."
you rub small circles over your clit in time with suguru's thrusts up into your mouth. the dual sensation of delivering pleasure both to him and yourself is threatening to undo you, and you know for a fact that suguru isn't far behind. you've never seen him messy like this, not even last week when the bottom half of his face was shiny with your wetness.
"i'm close," he warns, moving his hand from the side of your face to the back of your head. "gonna cum, all for you... you're so good to me, aren't you?"
so he rambles when he's close... noted.
"so pretty," he goes on. "fucking... god, fucking perfect. i'm so proud of you... i love you."
and so you stop, pulling back off his cock and looking up at him with eyes almost as wide as his own. he's staring back down at you, lips parted in shock at his own words.
"you love me?" you gawk, pulling your hand away from your pulsing heat.
"no," he's quick to shake his head. "i mean, well yeah, of course i love you. you're my best friend, i just... shit, you know? i didn't mean to—"
he's cut off by the laughter that bubbles out of your chest. it starts off small, and then grows louder with each harsh breath you take. "you should see your fucking face!" you giggle. "i'm fucking with you, idiot."
suguru lets out a half laugh in turn. "you fucking asshole."
"you deserve it," you catch your breath, inhaling deeply to calm yourself before tilting your head and looking your best friend in the eyes. "i love you too, you know."
it'd be a sweet moment between friends if your words didn't act as some sort of trigger for suguru. without warning, he's letting out a choked groan and bucking his hips up as ropes of hot cum spurt from his angry tip.
what doesn't hit your face or land on his stomach drips down his cock and over your hand where you still hold his still-throbbing length.
"did you just—"
"don't say a fucking word."
the two of you stare at each other for a moment. your gaze darts from suguru's softening cock, and then up to his pink-dusted face before returning southwards.
you lick your lips, tasting the salty cum that has painted them white, before ducking down and licking a long stripe up his shaft. you collect every last drop of his release, eyes never leaving his, as you swallow the mess suguru made at hearing you love him.
once his cock is clean, you push yourself up to sit on the bed beside him, and swipe two fingers through the mess pooling on his stomach.
because you like watching your best friend squirm, you mimic his actions from before and press your fingers into his waiting mouth. he's less eager to receive than you were, but cleans himself from your digits nonetheless.
"i get it now," you tease, pulling your fingers from his mouth and wiping your lips with them.
your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.
you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"
without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."
"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"
"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"
"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"
"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"
no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.
you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.
so this —suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.
or wet at all, really.
"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."
geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."
you frown. "you know?"
"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."
"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."
"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding ? really?"
"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.
"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."
"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."
"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."
god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."
"it's a little funny."
"fuck you."
"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."
the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.
"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."
"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.
"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."
you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.
he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.
"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"
your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.
"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."
suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends ."
holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.
"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"
"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."
you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.
his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:
one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.
not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh , you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.
" he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments. "
suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.
"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."
you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.
"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"
"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.
"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."
"keep reading."
you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.
"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."
you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.
"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"
he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.
your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.
suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.
serves him right.
and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.
"better than reading about it?" he asks.
"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."
"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.
"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.
"yeah? try me."
"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."
"ha. shut the fuck up."
this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this
this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this
“Tired?” Sukuna echoes with a scoff. “We have only just begun and you are tired? No child of mine would find bettering themselves tiring. Spare me your snivelling and try again.”
Ryo bites his lips and, left with no choice, keeps throwing punches after punches, even as his short arms shake and his knuckles are bruised and sore. His father watches on, narrowing in on every movement, on every shuffle, every imperfection, mistake, and quiver.
He’s relentless, merciless, to say the least.
It’s all so repulsive, the man thinks. The human in him. The boy takes much more from you than he, that much was clear. Especially those plump cheeks and soft eyes. In fact, all the softness he sees comes from you. When he was young, any softness had been beaten out of him, and soon he will do the same to your son—
Your words suddenly appear in the forefront of his mind: “it’s okay to rest now, Sukuna. You’re safe. You don’t need to be a killer anymore. You can just be my husband, and soon a father. Won’t it be nice to raise our child in an era of peace?”
Sukuna frowns.
His gaze lingers a moment too long now. On the bruised knuckles. On the scratches and marks. On the way the boy steals tiny breaths between strikes, how he glances to the side where his father is when he knows he’s made a mistake.
Something tight coils in his chest.
“Enough.”
Before Ryo can react, Sukuna reaches down and pulls him up into his arms. The boy freezes at first, small hands hovering awkwardly before clutching at his father’s robes. “…You are five,” he mutters, more to himself than anything. Sukuna closes his eyes briefly. A beat passes. Then, quieter, rougher than before, “Forgive me, spawn—son. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
His son blinks, confused. “Papa?”
“And forget anything I said today. You need not be strong. That is my job. I will protect you,” Sukuna adds, almost dismissive, but the edge is gone. He nuzzles his son’s chubby cheek with his nose.
Ryo’s bottom lip trembles. “B-but I want to make you and mama proud.”
“She is,” Sukuna says without letting him finish the last syllable. His brows furrow, breath stuttering with the words. He places a kiss on the boy’s forehead to wash it away and whispers, “She would be. I know it. I certainly am.”
Practicing a smile you’d taught him, which comes off twisted and more of a grimace than anything else but still makes his son giggle, he marches back inside with his son.
“Now, let’s clean you up. We can get that frozen dairy thing you like, and pay the brat a visit. She nags me, I feel it,” Sukuna grumbles.
“Yes, papa!”
Inspired by the famously great fathers, Omni-man and Homelander lol
Octopus hybrid!Sukuna has 8 arms not tentacles — because tentacles are a squid and cuttlefish thing (fun fact). He has four arms, two legs, and two cocks. All of which he knows how to use, and well.
“You’re a very hands-on kinda guy, huh?” you tease.
Rolling his eyes, he throws you on the bed to watch you bounce. “Make all the funny you want now, woman. I’m fucking you till all you can say is my name.”
Those suckers along his limbs meet your skin as he touches you everywhere he wants. Each sucker forms a seal, the center dimpling inward with a faint plup!. There’s a rhythm to it: attach, tighten, release. A series of soft tugs that leave your skin tingling in their wake, faintly warm where they’ve been. It’s akin to small kisses climbing up your body.
His nipples are suckers as well — they cling to the pads of your fingers when you play with them. They’re so sensitive; they can feel every crevice of your fingerprint rubbing his pink buds, driving him positively insane with the friction. “Oh fuck!” he grits out, head thrown back. “Be careful with my -ngh- fucking nipples, brat.”
And when his chest rubs against your chest?
His nipples suck yours in!
The two of you moan and groan into each other’s mouths. Equally as overwhelmed with the sensation as the other. When he tries to pull away, you’re dragged forward, nipples being squeezed and sucked hard in an obscene game of tug and war.
“Ah, s-shit,” he stutters. “Stay still. Need to -hah- let you go.”
Both of his tips are like suction cups too. One attaches itself to your clit with a schlop! when he nudges a cockhead through your sopping slit. Not only can he feel the gumminess of your clit, Octopus hybrid!Sukuna can taste the sweet tang of your juices smeared all over your cunt with his tip. He tastes it as if it’s flooding his tongue, and it has him gulping greedily and licking his lips for more.
More than that, he can sense every tremor, every pulse, every little jolt of lightning you feel from how he can control his suction cup tip to suck the weak bundle of nerves. He’s like your very own suction toy. “Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair as he stares down at your lewd body squirming for him. “Look at you. I haven’t even put it in yet and you’re cumming already.”
Finally, when you’re absolutely begging for it, begging to be filled up, his second cock comes into view. Your jaw drops.
Octopus hybrid!Sukuna smirks cruelly at the slight fear and horrified interest in your eyes.
“What, never seen a hectocotylus before?”
I know I need to turn my brain off when I tuck myself into bed, but you guys definitely see the vision, right?
In which crazy gf!reader argues with Boyfriend!Sukuna on a bridge in broad daylight
“It was a fucking milkshake!” he roars.
“It was cheating!” you shriek. People look and point. You ignore them. “You paid for a girl’s milkshake! That means you want her milkshake! I see your infidelity. Real eyes realise real lies, asshole!”
Sukuna groans, face in hands. This day was going from bad to worse — waking up late because you turned his alarms off, getting a ticket when you leaned over to beep the horn at a police car, almost getting into a fist fight after you shoved him into a random man, and now?
Now, he’s stuck on a bridge because his vengeful girlfriend’s pissed he treated a classmate to a milkshake. Apparently, milkshakes are equivalent to head in your books. Suffice to say, he’s ready for the day to end.
And it’s not even 12pm yet.
“Jesus, you drive me fucking insane,” Sukuna grits out. His foot taps relentlessly against the cement, muscles in his face ticking, jaw flexing. “You’ve got a real skill for ruining my goddamn life, I swear to god, woman.”
“Oh? Well, if your life sucks so much, then make a new one without me!” you screech, arms flailing wildly. “In fact, lemme help you out by just, I don’t know, jumping off this goddamn bridge!”
“Yeah, please fucking do! I’ll join you!”
People passing by whisper: “Oh my god, they’re causing a scene,” “should we step in?”, and “are they actually going to jump?” Or some variations of those. Concerned, an old lady steps forward and offers, “My dear, if you need help, we’re here for you.”
You whirl around, throwing the death glare you had at them instead of your boyfriend. That isn’t enough for them to take the hint, it would seem. Taking a deep breath, you give Sukuna only a second to brace himself before you proceed to start…barking. Like a chihuaha. Yipping is probably more accurate. You bark and bark and bark until even more people stop to look. They flinch back, aghast. The old lady splutters, “What on Earth is wrong with you?”
“Fuck you, you old bat,” Sukuna snaps, angry for a new reason. “Never heard a woman bark before? Grow the fuck up and get the hell away from us — our foreplay’s none of your goddamn business.”
Blanching, they stumble back. Then, they march away from the train wreck of a couple making a scene on the bridge flustered and embarrassed. You watch them leave. “Ugh, people these days,” you scoff. “No manners.”
Sukuna grunts in agreement. “Weirdos.” He glances down at you. “Where were we?”
You hum in thought, then beam. “I was gonna jump off the bridge.”
“Oh, yeah.” Shaking tension back into his body, he moulds his face back into an angry scowl. “You can’t keep threatening to jump every time you don’t get your way!”
“Says who?” you yell.
Across the bridge, two policemen sigh and shake their heads at the people silently questioning if they’re going to do something. All they say is, “They’re here every week.”
Based off a couple I saw actually arguing on a bridge a couple days ago. Hope they’re doing well
Convincing Pervy roommate!Choso it’s not cheating if it’s over the clothes
“Are you sure?” he asks, whispering. Of course he’s whispering; his ‘girlfriend’ is sleeping right beside you two — a twisted sleepover nightmare.
Tucked under the covers, you two shuffle together tight. He’s got something fat, heavy, and burning between your thighs. It’s slowly but surely rubbing right up against your clothed cunt, dragging out quiet squelchessss. “Yeah, Cho. It’s a rule; it’s only -mm- cheating if it’s s-skin to skin.”
“Okay. That’s -ngh oh fuck- good.” Choso’s hips are furiously rutting against you, nudging your throbbing clit through your panties. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. He can feel the wet mark at your gusset on his skin, just as you can feel the wet streak his leaking pre is leaving on your inner thighs. He sucks in a loud breath behind you.
“Shush,” you scold, “you don’t want to wake your girlfriend.”
“Who?” he asks, absentmindedly.
“Your girlfriend,” you remind him. Rolling your eyes, you twist under your blanket and come face to face with him before you shove him onto his back. You straddle his hips, grinding your cunt onto the length of his bare cock. And as he groans, a finger tilts his head to the side.
His new girlfriend’s fast asleep, drooling on the pillows. She’d invited herself over for your weekly tradition of having a sleepover in the living room, partly due to her desire to hang out with him, and partly because she didn’t feel comfortable with you two sleeping beside each other. Which is good intuition — these sleepovers usually start, consist of, and end with him licking your cunt to back-to-back orgasms as a movie plays in the background.
“Oh, Choso. We’re not cheaters, are we?” you murmur. He shakes his head whilst moving your hips over his cock, particularly over his pretty, pink cockhead. “No, of course not. We’re not cheating now. And we won’t cheat ever. So, let’s make this easier for ourselves. You go and break up with her tomorrow morning and we can keep doing this without hiding, ‘kay?”
Choso furrows his brows. “Break up with who?”
You groan. “Your girlfriend!”
“Oh.” There’s nothing better than holding you. Nothing better than feeling your puffy pussy lips part for him, your heartbeat thrumming through your clit, and the softness of your thighs squeezing his cum out in steady drops. So if having no girlfriend means more of this, then that’s perfect.
Still moving you back and forth on his cock, he leans over to the side and shakes the woman. She wakes with a jolt. “Oh, my god. W-what’s happening?” she asks, tearing up.
Choso palms your tits through your thin tank top, tweaking your nipples as he licks his lips. He’s not even looking at her. No, he’s far too fixated on the growing see-through spot of your panties, which the dull light from the TV is making clear to his beady eyes.
“We’re over. Night.”
She scrambles up from the floor, disbelieving. In a hurry, she gets to the door and opens the thing, letting in light. When she looks back, you’re both illuminated and still unashamedly, relentlessly, grinding against each other. The last things she sees are the spurts of his orgasm painting his chest white and your victorious smile.
the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of u, hitting that sweet spot over and over has ur eyes rolling to the back of ur head. “oh my god!”, u breathe out. he bends down to whisper in ur ear, “shhh baby. u can’t be so loud.” “im sorry”, u moan back. he looks down to see his cock disappear inside u, seeing how ur ass jiggles every time he fucks into u. ur laying on ur stomach with a pillow under ur hips, making u arch a little—the angle making him hit that sweet spot inside u every time. ur gripping the pillow ur head is on, muffling ur moans with it—or at least trying to.
ur parents are downstairs in the kitchen or the living room, u don’t really know where they are, u just know u have to be quiet or else they’re gonna come up here to see what’s going on. eddie snuck into ur room through ur window, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be here on a school night—or any night for that matter. but he couldn’t get u off of his mind and when he called u, ur voice just made him miss u more so he decided to come over and fuck u stupid.
“u feel so good baby. ur always so fucking wet for me.” u moan at his words, arching ur back more to tell him u want him to go faster. he gets the hint and moves his hips just a tad bit faster, not too much cause he doesn’t want u to get loud. u feel urself getting close, ur toes curling and ur moans getting more rapid. but it wasn’t enough—u needed more. “oh eddie!” “what is it baby hmm?”, he groans, putting a hand on ur lower back to push u down. u breathe out a moan, reaching ur hand to the one on ur back and bringing it to ur wet pussy. “oh yeah? that’s what u want?”, he smirks and lets out a little laugh. u whimper into the pillow, nodding ur head at him.
he brings his middle and ring finger to ur clit, rubbing it in fast circles. u gasp loudly, white knuckling the pillow ur on. “i know baby i know.” he groans as u clench on his dick, fucking harder into u and biting his bottom lip to not be so loud. the tingling feeling in ur stomach becomes more and more until it just snaps, “i’m cumming!”, u moan into the pillow, hoping they don’t hear u downstairs. eddie hisses and groans as he keeps fucking u, the tingling feeling coming to him just the same, “holy shit.” he bends down and puts his arm under ur waist and bringing ur body closer. he moans into ur hair as he comes, his hips slowly coming to a stop.
ur both breathing heavily, his body laying on urs, both feeling weak. “holy fuck.”, he breathes out, kissing ur shoulder a couple of times then pulling out to lay next to u. u roll over so ur on ur back, still catching ur breath. “can i stay the night?” he asks smiling as he already knows the answer. “yeah if u want my dad to kill u in the morning.” he laughs and scoots closer to kiss u, “it’ll be worth it.”
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 never made a big deal over his virginity—he had other things to focus on than sleeping with the first girl that tried. World domination, calculus, not dying. Sex was one of the least of his worries.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 hadn't put much thought into how it'd feel to lose his virginity—until he laid his eyes on you in his biology class and had the perfect distraction for the rest of the year.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who didn't look like he'd be a virgin, with all his tattoos & lip piercings, in all honesty... He looked more like he'd be a fuckboy than a virgin. Which was precisely why you were adamantly avoiding him—much to his dismay.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 had tried just about anything to get you to acknowledge him, from sitting next to you in class & asking to borrow notes to only going to parties you were supposed to go to.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who finally found his breakthrough into getting you to give him a chance when he dragged a drunk dude away from you at one of the parties for bothering you and offered to walk you back to your dorm.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 was the opposite of what you thought, cracking jokes to keep you laughing & even swapped your heels for his sneakers halfway back to your dorm over the uneven cobblestone. He actually came off as a decent guy, so you ended up exchanging numbers in front of your dorm room 'in case he needed help with bio.'
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who you texted later that night to make sure he got home alright—accidentally staying up till 3am texting back and forth about just about anything the two of you could come up with to keep the conversation going.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who you slowly started getting closer to over the next few weeks before eventually inviting him to your dorm to watch some stupid movie—one thing led to another, and the flirting started halfway through the movie, leaving you to leave a swift kiss on his cheek before you saw him out for the night.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 had never felt this way about someone before, on the walk home to his dorm, proudly wearing the smear of your lipstick on his cheek, even if it contrasted fully with his whole 'edgy' vibe.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who asked you if you'd want to go on a date that night, and once you texted back 'yes!!' started planning something special.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who you hadn't expected to plan out a picnic under the stars, but it felt perfect, going between resting your head on his ribs & pointing constellations out, to eating & laughing at his antics. He managed to make the date feel like something straight from a teenage diary.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who carried the picnic basket & walked with you back to his dorm, offering you a room tour since he didn't have a roommate, letting you snoop around his room while he put his leftovers in the mini fridge, and you crashing straight into his chest when he stood—his hands finding your hips to steady you as you giggled an apology into his band tee.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who pulled your face away from his chest, biting down a laugh at your makeup smeared into his clothes as your apology grew more serious, though it died off when he tugged the fabric over his head and tossed it into his laundry hamper.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 quickly noticed your silent staring at his chest tattoos and froze up for a moment, causing you to instantly pull your eyes away from his body. Though he quickly fixed that by pulling you into a swift kiss.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 froze up again when you pulled him on top of you as you collapsed back on his mattress, realizing, 'Oh fuck... it's happening,' before blurting out the fact he was still a virgin—causing your hands that had already started tugging at his belt to stop mid-unbuckle.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who watched your face for regret or disgust before your lips found his lips whispering 'we don't have to' against his skin before he stopped your words with the grasp of your hips, assuring you he wanted to... just wanted you to know you'd be his first.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who sank into you with one hand tight on your hip & the other carefully cradling your head, taking in the soft mewls vibrating from your throat as you took each thick inch, hissing at the sting of your nails sinking into his back.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 kissed you as he bottomed out the first time, both of you gasping against the other's lips at the sensation, before he set a steady pace—one of your hands eventually finding his as he fucked into you with delicious drags of his cock, clamping tight around his fingers as his tip began prodding at your g-spot.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who quickly quickened to a maddening pace, enough to make his headboard slam against the wall in sync with your whimpers, ducking his head down to leave kisses down the column of your throat once your walls began fluttering around him with each thrust.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who came at the same time as you, before collapsing on top of you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as his nose buried itself in your hair—sighing in content as you giggled against his pecs, jokingly pushing at him to loosen his grip.
𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 who wasn't a virgin anymore but had found the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that with—every moment of it in his head felt damn near addictive as he replayed it.
John "6 ft on tinder" Mactavish who has always gotten the short end of the stick from the rest of the 141 for being 5'11". who has seen and heard beautiful women excuse all kinds of behavior just because they have to look up at Ghost or Price. who has had Gaz pat his shoulder one too many times and tell the bird he's chatting up, "man's lying about his height." and who is frankly, fucking tired of it. watching with barely disguised malice as Gaz (who is barely over 6'!! the nerve of that man!!) hits on you at the bar, strikes out. and is immediately replaced by Price, then Ghost, each man taller than the last. each one gauranteed the lay if only because of his height, sulking back to their seat after less than a minutes conversation with you.
"the height not workin' out fer ya, ya deciduous bastards?" Soap grumbles.
"bird doesnt date horses," Ghost grunts.
"they what?" Soap's mouth twitches.
"don't date horses," Price grumbles, his lighter sparking pathetically as he tries to light his cigar.
"and that means?"
"Anyone over 6 foot," Gaz slumps, tipping the last dregs of his pint back and forth in the glass.
Soap nearly vaults the table, scrambling to spin you from the bar and announce,
"Ahm 5' 11"!"
you bite your lip hard against your grin, its the sweetest thing he's ever seen.
"could wear tall heels around me and ah won't complain," he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "the horses have me well trained lookin' up."
"how about from your knees?" you laugh, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loops.
Simon didn't like sex. Obviously he had one night stands, more then most people. But it was more so an outlet for his aggressiveness then anything.
And the women who he was with never complained.
He was good in bed. But it was mostly just because he was so focused on anything he did.
He couldn't do things half assed.
Sex was never gentle for him, nothing was gentle about him.
But then he met you.
A soft little thing. Moved across the hallway for him in the apartment building, you flirted with him a lot. But never did anything more then flirt. Never pushed.
It was odd. Really much so. Every time you came up the stairs and passed by him, you complimented on his appearance or something similar.
And everytime, something in his stomach squeezed, small fireworks that he tried so hard to ignore. But they made his face burn.
You.
But when you finally ended up in his bed.
He didn't know how to act, all this gentleness had been odd for him before. And now... even more so.
It felt wrong, his calloused hands gripping and massaging your soft skin. The ever slow pace you set and you rode him. The way you couldn't truly look him in the eyes. Soft whines, small whimpers.
eddie munson slapping the tip on your tongue only because he’s too worked up to slip fully into your mouth, knows he’s gonna blow his load far too fast if you wrap your lips around the tip and suck. so he does the next best thing.
slaps the underside over your tongue that’s lolled out and dripping spit all over your chin, rubbing the sensitive glans over the wet pink and shuddering out a breathy, pathetic whimper when you curl the tip of your tongue upwards and lick gently over that same spot.
he can’t break the eye contact, despite the way it has him falling forward and bracing his hand on the drywall behind you. you’re filthy, hooded eyes almost black with hunger and he’s just — way too inexperienced for this. his fist is tight around the base of his cock, jerking fast and rough as he alternates between slapping the tip over your spit coated tongue and letting you lick any part you can get to.
a game. of give and take. he lasts a few thrusts longer and you get the sticky, hot load that sputters from his slit in thick ropes. exactly what you both wanted. he mutters out a dazed ‘shit, fuck, holy shit’ when you wind your tongue around the tip and swallow down what he gives you with a moan.
ITS YOUR FAVORITE UNOFFICIAL SEASON….. BULK SEASON BABY!!
the moment sukuna had told you that he was gonna be bulkin’ again, this time far much longer than he had last time, you immediately started meal preppin’, you made anything that would add heavy calories into his diet, pasta, cookies, rice and chicken smothered in sauce, fatty steak, you name it.
you started to notice that he was getting a lot heavier as the weeks passed by, arms ridiculously stronger, thighs thicker than usual, a belly that turned from lean abs to a sexy pudge, boxers that barley fit him anymore, each pair on the brink of literal doom, one wrong move and they’d bust open.
he was always extra sweaty when he got home from the gym, rushing to the kitchen to grab one of your prepped meals, scarfin’ it down before gulpin’ down a chocolate protein shake, you’d always come up to give him a hug, small frame wrapping around his.
but fuck did you love it.
the way his arms were bigger than ever, heavier, chubbier, when he’d finally wrap them around you—your entire body was swallowed by just his arms.
and when he’d fuck you…
heavy, thick, warm. that’s how he felt when he had you in a mean mating press, thick fingers gripping your thighs, pushing them down into your chest, veins protruding through his skin, bulging, pulsing. and god the way his cock had gotten chubbier Jus’ a tad bit, stretchin’ you open wider than before.
the way his belly rolled over a tiny bit when you were perched on top of his cock, his back pushed against the couch, cock slidin’ in an’ out of your syrupy slick.
or sometimes, he’d place a heavy hand on your skull, pushin’ you down against the plush bed, face smooshed into the blanket, mascara smudging all over it.
even his grunts had changed into animalistic sounding groans and rough pants when he’d bully his chubby thickened cock deep inside you. he needed it more often as well, beggin’ for sex every single day, most of the time, multiple times a day. always cummin’ in thick ropes, whether it be, painting your face, filling that cunt up, makin’ you swallow, on your tits. everywhere.
he knew the affect it had on you, he knew that you loved the feeling of his heavy body fuckin’ deep inside your gummy walls, he knew it and would always mutter a sly “yeah baby? you love how big I feel?” or a “cocks gotten bigger too, better savor it woman”
he was a lot warmer as well, the body heat that radiated off of him could work as your own personality fireplace..you didn’t even need a blanket anymore. when you were cold, he’d just grab you, pull you up onto his chest, lay against your thighs, anything and you’d be warm within seconds.
every single shirt he owned was now stretched out, what once was a small, used to be tight around the edges, fit him and you perfectly now, is almost twice the size on you and nearly falling apart on him.
god you were obsessed.
@killakuna do not plagiarize, do not feed my work into artificial intelligence.
he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first. ryomen sukuna—king of the frat, two-time campus menace, unofficial titleholder of “most likely to break your heart and not care”—starts showing up differently around you.
less noise. less bravado. less of the smirk that usually means trouble. you show up to a party once, wearing something cute, and his friends elbow him like always. “bro, go get your girl.”
but he doesn’t go over to flirt. he goes over to take your cup, sniff it, and grumble, “who gave you this? you don’t drink this shit.” then you watch him pour it out and hand you water like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
he stops hosting ragers on thursday nights because you have an 8am friday lab and he “doesn’t want people stomping around and keeping you up.” he says it casually—shrugging, avoiding eye contact—but not a single person in the frat dares call him out because the look in his eyes is dead serious.
and the girls he used to flirt with? laugh with? entertain when he was bored? he doesn't even dare to glance at them now. one of them touches his arm during a mixer and he physically steps back, muttering, “nah. don’t.”
everyone stares. you pretend not to notice, but sukuna notices you—every damn time. the night it finally hits you is when you’re studying on the couch in the frat house, legs tucked under you, hair messy from hours of focusing. sukuna comes in from practice, sweaty, exhausted, probably starving.
old him would’ve grabbed a beer, teased you, maybe tried to drag you upstairs. but instead he stops in the doorway, eyebrows pulling together. “you eat yet?”
you shake your head without thinking. he groans under his breath like you’ve personally wounded him, then disappears into the kitchen. ten minutes later he returns with a plate of food, a bottle of water, and your favorite candy bar he steals from one of his brothers’ stashes.
“eat,” he says, sitting next to you.
“i’m not hungry.”
he glares. “don’t care.”
you laugh and lean into his shoulder without thinking. he freezes for half a second, then melts just a little, tilting his head so it rests against yours. “you’re different lately,” you whisper, teasing.
he scoffs, looking away. “no i’m not.”
“you are.”
he shifts, face serious now, eyes warm in ways you’ve never seen on him. “…maybe i just wanted to stop being someone you couldn’t take seriously.”
he huffs, rubbing the back of his neck like the confession annoys him. “i’m trying here, okay? don’t make it weird.”
you grin, reaching for his hand. “it’s not weird.”
he squeezes your fingers like he’s afraid he’ll spook you. “good,” he murmurs. “because i’m not going back to who i was.”
and you believe him. because men don’t change for no reason. but sukuna? he’s changing for you. slowly, stubbornly.
