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Friendly Advice
SMAU: in which the men talk to their friends after an argument with you Warnings: a little angst but mostly fluff/crack, a little suggestive language, established relationship, intended to see how they talk about you to others, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
I love these things 😂
𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒
Chapter four | Chapter 6
Saturday rolled around rather quickly. Koa had been buzzing with excitement the entire week. She made sure to invite all of her favorite people too. Today was all about her (like every day wasn’t).
She woke up extra early at exactly 8:30 to practice her routine and get ready for her mom to come over with Z’Kaya. She couldn’t contain the energy flooding her system. She went over the routine one more time, executing the steps perfectly, before rushing to her dad’s room. She burst through the door, causing it to slam against the wall.
Koa hopped on the bed, jumping and yelling, “Dad! Dad! Dad! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Koa get the fuck down!” Sukuna groggily growled.
“Nope! Get up. Today is competition day.” Koa giggled as she continued her jumping.
Sukuna groaned then sat up. He yanked the five year old down beside him. He attacked her wiggling body with speedy tickles. Her laughter bubbled over, her little legs flailing in the air. “That should teach you not to wake me, brat.”
“I had to. Mama will be here soon.” Koa giggled. “Her and Tete Kaya are coming over.”
“Oh yeah,” Sukuna sighed. He grabbed his phone seeing Deja had texted him 20 minutes ago. He sat the phone down then turned to Koa. His little princess had the biggest starry eyes ever. He couldn’t help but fondly smile at how cute she was.
Running his hands through her wild curls, he said, “You’re going to be the best dancer today. Remember to make your presence known and leave the judges speechless, okay?”
“Otay, dad,” Koa smiled up at her dad like he had handed her planet Neptune.
“I’ll be right in the crowd, cheering you on.”
“You better or I’ma put mama on you,” Koa shot back.
Sukuna smirked. He most definitely wouldn’t mind having Deja on him (preferably on top of…. Yeah y’all get the idea at this point😐). “I’ll take whatever punishment mommy gives me.”
“Good.” Koa nodded, crossing her arms. Never noticing the twisted look on her dad’s face.
The doorbell rang, catching their attention. Koa jumped off the bed and ran to the front door with her dad following. Koa unlocked the door and flung it open in her usual chaotic manner. Z’Kaya and Deja stood there, huge smiles gracing their faces.
“Mommy! Tete Kaya!”
“Hey baby,” Deja sang. Her eyes roamed up to see a shirtless Sukuna, looming behind Koa.
Every part of him was so huge and muscular. His arms, chest, abdomen, thighs, legs— you name it. Her eyes lingered on his pecs, slowly going down to eye the rest of him. He had on a pair of black shorts that were pushed up mid-thigh. Two black bands circled around each of his strong thighs.
The tattoos only made things worse. They decorated his perfectly tan skin. Deja wanted nothing more than to trace each tattoo with her fingers so she could feel his muscles contract under her soft touch. Then flatten her tongue over them and lick every single trace of ink.
Sukuna grinned, reaching out to lift up her chin. Her dazed look turned into one of annoyance. She glared but never said a thing.
Dragging his thumb across her bottom lip, he wiped the corner of her mouth. “Stop drooling, Angel. I told you all you have to do is ask.”
Deja slapped his hand away. “Boy bye.” I know damn hell well I was not drooling…right?
Z’Kaya watched the scene unfold, amusement twinkling in her dark brown eyes. There was no denying the chemistry between the conflicting pair. Whenever Deja’s eyes lowered, filled with predatory desire, and a faint smile ghosted her lips, it meant she was captivated was about to get pounced on. In this case it would be Sukuna’s alluring body. He had practically given himself to her as an offering yet she still refused him.
Z’Kaya thought her best friend was crazy to reject Sukuna. She internally told herself, sis is better than me because I would’ve given it up already. Deciding to ease the attention, Z’kaya spoke up. “Hey Sukuna. Long time no see, bro.”
He looked at Z’Kaya, his smile growing. “Hey, Kaya. It has been a while.” His eyes drifted back to Deja whose nose was scrunched up in disgust. “Wanna come in?”
“Damn, I thought that was obvious.” Deja snapped, pushing past him. Sukuna’s smirked turned into something akin to dark happiness. What was he planning?
He stepped aside, allowing Z’Kaya to come in. She walked over to the table and placed her bag down. She was responsible for doing Koa’s hair. The bouncy five year old climbed up the chair, sitting so cutely.
“So what hairstyle are we going for?” Z’Kaya asked.
“Two puffs but I want braids across the front.” Deja said, showing her a picture of the style.”
“Ouu that’s cute.” Z’Kaya nodded. “You’re gonna be the prettiest dancer ever, Koko.”
“I’m going to be the best dancer,” Koa corrected.
“You damn right, girl.”
Deja shook her head, quietly laughing. She wandered into the kitchen in search of a drink. Like clockwork, Sukuna appeared, this time wearing a shirt. He stood directly behind her, basically breaking down her neck. She turned around and blankly stared at him. Neither one said or did anything. The other two silently watched from a distance—until Koa spoke up.
“Mama kiss daddy!”
“GIrl wha-”
The woman couldn’t get her words out before Sukuna quickly grabbed the side of her face, intertwining his lips with hers. She automatically kissed him back. When it finally registered after a few seconds, Deja started hitting him. Per usual, Sukuna locked his arms around her waist. She pushed at his chest which eventually broke their kiss.
Deja glared at him while trying to catch her breath. Sukuna, obviously proud of himself, shamelessly smirked. Z’Kaya had covered her face as she tried to hold back her laughter. Koa squealed. Yeah, it was a whole mess.
“Stop doing that shit, man! Why would you do that?” Deja yelled.
“Koa told you to kiss me. I was only helping you out.” He slyly said. He pushed her against the refrigerator and leaned down to her eye level. “Plus by the way you were looking at me earlier… I think you wanted to kiss more than you’d like to admit.”
“Sukuna, don’t show your ass because you have an audience,” Deja fussed.
He would’ve done it regardless. Z’Kaya presence only fueled his bold antics. Hell, he wanted everyone to see how easily she could fold.
“This isn’t any different from the past few weeks.”
“Sukuna– I swear.”
“Swear what?” He teased. “Don’t want your friend to see what really goes on between us? We could always go to my room.”
Deja’s eyes narrowed. She despised the ongoing game between them. He played it so well. She hated trying to beat him on every single level.
“Unhand me, nigga. You will not embarrass me in front of outsiders.” Deja fussed.
“Damn, I guess it’s just f me then,” Z’Kaya interrupted. “Y’all can continue. Keep acting like I’m not here.”
“You are no help at all,” Deja grumped. “I’m over here being harassed and you’re just eating it up.”
“You damn right! This is more entertaining than a Tubi movie.” Z’Kaya laughed.
“Oh my gosh. I hate you hoe.” Deja groaned, turning her head back to her smirking baby daddy. “Especially you.”
“No you don’t,” Sukuna argued. His voice lowered an octave, almost making Deja’s eyes roll back. She blinked a few times while trying to stop any signs of her being affected by his words. His red eyes searing into her brown eyes. “So… my room?”
“Sukuna… I will stab the fuck out of you. Unhand me, nigga.”
Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. He checked the caller ID. It was Toji. Sukuna sighed thinking to himself, what the hell does he want this early in the morning. He begrudgingly let go of Deja and walked to the living room.
Deja quickly let out a sigh of relief. Once again her body had completely betrayed her. Heart pounding, thighs trembling, a pool of arousal drenching her panties (she actually had some on for once)-- the usual reactions whenever Sukuna teased her. She glanced over at Z’kaya who had a knowing smile on her face.
“Don’t say a thing to me.”
Z’kaya defensively put her hands up yet her smile remained. “Hey man. All I’m saying is you should hop on that. It’s a good way to relieve stress. You could be stress free by tomorrow.”
“Or I could be more stressed because he’s going to get crazier,” Deja whined, running her hands down her face. She must’ve looked super stressed if people kept pointing it out.
Sukuna walked back in, his cocky smile replaced with a look of annoyance. “I have to go to my shop. Toji said some guns are missing.”
“You’ll be able to make it to her competition in time right? Deja asked.
“Of course. I’m just gonna watch the cameras. That should only take a couple hours.” He said looking at the time on his phone. “It starts at one right?”
Deja nodded, “Yeah.”
“Yeah, I’ll make it on time.” He walked over to Koa and placed a kiss on her forehead. She looked up from her ipad, grinning at him. “I’ll see you soon princess.”
“Otay. Bye daddy!”
In about an hour and a half Koa’s hair was done. Z’Kaya added red and white bows for the finishing touches. Deja packed everything she needed in her cute little duffel bag. It was red with her name in white letters.
Once everything was done, they left to drop Z’kaya off at work and pick up Akari. She would be going to watch in place of Z’Kaya and Nina.
“What’s good, G!” Akari greeted them as she got in the truck. She turned around to get a look at her niece. “Ouuuu, Koko you look so pretty. They ain’t ready for my girl.”
Koa smirked, her cocky attitude coming out. “I know. They’ll never be ready for a real one like me.”
Deja looked at her daughter through her rear view mirror. “Why can’t you just say thank you? Why must you always act like your father?”
“Because my dad is the best. That’s also why you should marry him.” Koa deadpanned.
“Girl, fuck yo daddy!” Deja slapped her hand across her mouth realizing what she said. “Oops, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that to a child.”
Akari burst out laughing, “You dead wrong for that.”
“Shut up.” Deja rolled her eyes. “Koa do you want to stop and get something to eat?”
“Chicken wings!” Koa chirped.
“Koa…”
“Nuggies?”
“That’s better.”
A/N: I finally did it! Chapter 6 will probably take a while because I haven’t finished writing/typing it up either. But here’s something 🥰
SEONGHWA Golden Hour: Part 3 ‘In Your Fantasy’ Edition
He’s so beautiful
Two under two?
Nanami sits and watches as Miyuki attempts to walk again. Unlike other babies she falls flat on her face and starts laughing. At first it scared Nanami but once he saw her laughing he knew she was fine.
Unfortunately Nanami wasn’t. His baby girl was literally trying to walk at 11 months old. They had less than 2 weeks before she turned 1. It was heartbreaking to say the least. This little girl had been the joy of his life next you, his lovely wife. He hated the fact that Miyuki couldn’t stay a baby. It should be illegal for something so cute and sweet to grow up so fast in a year!
So Nanami started throwing subtle hints out. The old baby clothes Miyuki grew out of? Now popping up in random places in your house. TikToks of newborn babies being sent to your phone daily.
Questions like, “Don’t you miss the newborn stage?” Or, “Do you think Miyuki is ready for a sibling?”
No she’s not…the girl is 11 months! You never say anything but you pick up on what Nanami is doing.
Until one night…
“I want another baby.” Nanami finally said. It felt like weight being lifted off of his chest.
You blankly stare at him before blinking. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”
The corner of his mouth twitches at your obvious sarcasm. He sits beside you on your side of the bed, resting his head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around him and gently kiss his forehead.
“You know if we have another one they’ll just grow up too right?” You chuckle softly. “Having another baby won’t stop them from changing.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But I want another. Miyuki grew too fast. It’s not something I anticipated when she was born.”
“You thought she was going to be a tiny baby for the rest of her life?”
Nanami nodded sheepishly. “It’s absurd, yet I can’t deny it. Has it really been a year?”
You run your finger gently through his scalp, scratching every now and then. “Yeah it will be on the third Saturday of this month. She’ll probably be walking by then.”
Nanami grimaced, visibly tensing up. He didn’t want her to start walking because then she wouldn’t need him as much. She’d be able to walk on her own. After that she’d be talking. Next thing you know she’ll be asking to drive his car!!
“Oh calm down worry wart.” You scoff. “It’s not the end of the world. You’re her dad. She’ll always need you even when she thinks she doesn’t. This is good for both of you.”
Nanami lets out another tired groan. He has always been a reasonable man up until now. You shake your head as you watch the mental breakdown he’s having in his head.
“If you really want another baby then we—“
The way this man just pounced on you…you’d think it was an animal. You gasp, utterly shocked by this barbaric nature. “Ken?!”
“Shhhhhhh, honey.” Naomi whispers against your neck. “We have to give Miyuki a sibling. She’s been asking for one.”
“Oh bullshit! She can’t even talk.” You laugh. “You can’t speak for her.”
Nanami lets out a dry snicker and continues on his mission. “I can when I have to translate for her.”
You raise up slightly for Nanami to pull your gown up. He presses kisses all over your belly, whispering his plans to put another baby in you.
“Think you can give me a boy this time?”
“Sure. Let’s give it a try.” You shrug, down for having a little boy.
And now we wait…
Jjk Dads: Teaching their kids how to swim!
Ryomen Sukuna.
You and Sukuna decided to take the newest addition of the family, Kaito, to the pool. You had him dressed in a cute little swim outfit with turtles on it and green floaties. Sukuna had been talking about teaching him how to swim and you were all for it.
Until you got to the pool…
Sukuna stood on the edge holding a 6 month old Kaito above the water. You stood off to the side curiously watching them. What the hell was your husband about to do?
All of a sudden everything got eerily still. A smirk spread across Sukuna’s face before he threw baby Kaito right into the pool like he was yesterday’s trash.
You screamed and immediately started panicking. “SUKUNA! MY BABY! GO GET HIM!”
Sukuna simply held his hand up still smiling at that. “Just wait a minute pretty girl.”
You were freaking out and running around trying to see where Kaito was. You were about to jump in disregard the fact you couldn’t swim either.
Once you saved Kaito, you were going to beat Sukuna’s ass. He literally football threw your baby in the pool.
This all happened in the span of 5 seconds when Kaito popped back up and was floating on his back. Your baby boy came up giggling, kicking his legs like a little ducky. He was actually having fun with the water despite his dad’s unorthodox approach.
“See. Have fun Kai-Kai?” Sukuna chuckled.
You let out a sigh of relief after seeing Kaito was alive and okay. Sukuna climbed down into the water, grabbing your son. He looked back at you with that same infuriatingly smug grin on his face. (You were two seconds away from slapping him.)
“See I told you he’d be fine. Now if he falls into the pool at random, he can save himself.”
You cross your arms, grumbling under your breath. “I’m calling CPS on you.”
I’m back! I haven’t had any inspiration and I’ve gotten lazy thanks to my new job. Lately I’ve been thinking about taking a new creative direction. Anyway here’s something 🤷🏾♀️
Toji entered the house quietly, sandwich, a sundae and five types of cookies on his hands, passing a hand through his face and grumbling bcuz sweet you asked him for that stuff. (A little crave and he would never say no to you)
Nevermind it was 2AM
Anyways, he walked towards you, pretty you, who looked up at him with those perfect glassed eyes, quivering lips and the biggest pout in human history, you whimpered. "You've been gone for hours!"
"I was gone for 20 minutes woman"
"i-its still a lot!" You cried, he sighed, chuckled to himself and out the things aside, sitting next to you, pulling you close and letting you cry on his chest, silently caressing your pregnant belly.
After consoling you, he felt one of your small hands grab a pack of cookies, still sniffling, but eating, he couldn't hide his smirk anymore.
"Weren't you grumpy, you sexy woman?"
"Shut up, it's you fault I'm like this"
"Pregnant?, hell yea" his favourite memory of you on your hands and knees was about to pop up on his mind when you squeaked mortified, hitting his chest.
"SPOILED, I MEANT SPOILED TOJI OH MY GOD"
You groaned and he burst in laughter.
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Thank you friend I love it!! 😍 (that’s how I be in my head with him)
18+ fratkuna fucking shy!chubby reader in front of the mirror ❤︎
you're standing in front of your full-length wardrobe mirror, a pout on your lips as your eyes roam over your body. you're squishing your flesh and the more you do, your face falls further. you're just feeling incredibly insecure right now about how your body looks — you hate how your tummy isn't flat; you hate how big and saggy your boobs look, and you hate how your thighs look so plump and heavy.
you're busy criticising every small thing about you when you feel a pair of large and warm hands wrapping themselves around your torso. you let out a quiet squeak in surprise, and you can feel sukuna smirk against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses on your neck. "hey pretty girl," he says, melting behind you. "whatcha doing?"
you sigh discontentedly, lowering your head to stare at the floor as you fiddle awkwardly with your fingers. he just waits for you to respond, grazing his palms all over your skin which admittedly makes you flush. when you don't answer him after a good few moments, he tuts, "you think too much, don't ya?"
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Delta Blues (pt 1)
Synopsis: You’re a 20 year old black girl in Mississippi Delta in 1930. You’re a blues singer and you’ve never found men too interesting until you met Sukuna, a mysterious businessman that moved all the way here from japan to Mississippi.
Paring: Ryomen Sukuna x Black fem reader
Content: black fem!reader, Sukuna, slight flirting?
Word count: 1,896k
A/n: Hello this is my first time writing fan fiction and english isn’t my first language i would appreciate any tips on how to upgrade my spelling and writing! And i thank the people from my recent post for encouraging me to post this!
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It’s 1932 in the Mississippi Delta, specifically in Mound Bayou, where the blues is running rampant and the warm, humid air is a common thing that you and the others have gotten used to. The times are tough—well, not as tough as others—since you were blessed with a prominent family. Your father is a doctor and takes care of the residents of Mound Bayou and even has other Black people from neighboring cities come for his help. Your mother is a teacher at the elementary school down the street.
“Daddy! Momma says come eat,” you chirp, rocking on the balls of your feet.Your father is momentarily surprised by your sudden presence, but his eyes soften, a smile appearing on his face. A cigarette is resting between his fingers, but he puts it down since he would never smoke in front of you, and he follows you downstairs.
The smell of shrimp gumbo, homemade cornbread, and vegetables wafts through the air. From the phonograph, Charley Patton plays softly. It’s only the three of you at the table; your older siblings have long since left the house, starting families of their own. It’s obvious you are your parents’ little girl, even at the age of twenty.
Your eyes are large and bright, resembling those of a doll. Your lips are full and pouty, your skin a dark brown from all the time spent outside. You’re well-raised, using “ma’am” and “sir” when addressing older people, helping people in need, and watching the neighbors’ kids when they are busy. But what really makes you shine is your singing. The blues flows through you like you’ve suffered for centuries, in a way no one else can compare to. Your main stage is the juke joint downtown, where you sing every night for fun. And tonight is going to be the same way.
As the sun sets, you prepare yourself to leave for the juke joint. As you step out of your house after bidding your parents farewell, the Delta’s humid air immediately clings to your skin. The streets are silent, with the occasional sound of children’s laughter and a drunkard on the corner snoring, passed out from too much booze for sure.
You look at your outfit one more time: a silk baby-blue strapless dress with a matching silk shawl, a simple purse tucked under your arm, and matching baby-blue heels. Then you start your journey to the juke joint a few blocks down.
While on your way, you meet up with some friends, chatting and laughing. Once you arrive, the guard tips his hat as you approach the door, his eyes lingering on your form longer than needed. You return a small smile but nothing more, used to this, and you are let in. Most of the men around here are heavy drinkers or smokers, which doesn’t suit your taste.
On stage, the musicians are already tuning their instruments—the low sound of a guitar scratching, a saxophone warming up, and the pianist testing his keys. You place your gloved hand in the larger, calloused hand of the man standing by the stage and let him help you up.
“Thank you, Leroy,” you murmur, your voice soft and shy.
Once you settle onto the stage and greet the musicians, they start up the music. Your voice is higher-pitched than most blues singers, but it’s completely unique. Your lyrics fill the juke joint and drift over the crowd in a conversational rhythm. They are intimate… sensual in a way that such words should be said behind closed doors with a lover, but without a trace of vulgarity or crudeness.
Your hands trace slowly down your body as you sway, your eyes taking in the crowd until they land on someone unfamiliar.
He’s ridiculously tall and hard to miss, easily six foot three or more, with strange pink hair that gleams in the juke joint lights. He isn’t Black—a rarity in Mound Bayou, even though a few Chinese and Mexican families live here—and you don’t recognize him at all. He looks realll clean, a proper dapper daddy, his clothes perfect and pressed, his hair neatly in place. And his eyes are sharp—and red?
You hold his gaze longer than you both should. Your heart starts to race, and you feel shy, almost nervous on stage under his strong stare. He smirks faintly, amusement in his expression, like he knows the effect he’s having on you. You look away immediately, your cheeks warm.
You sing for what feels like hours, your tone sultry and breathy but still innocent-sounding, making the juke joint go quiet as couples dance slowly or sway together. Finally, you step off the stage, needing a drink as people applaud. You move through the crowd and head straight to the bar.
“Well, aren’t you a doll.”
The sudden rough, gravelly voice makes you jump, and you quickly turn to face whoever is speaking. You don’t even see a face at first—you’re met with a broad chest. When you slowly look up, you see him—the pink-haired man.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” you gasp, taking a deep breath.
He smirks with bold confidence and smugness. You can tell he isn’t a soft man—definitely not a gentle one… but you like it.
“I ain’t ever seen you ‘round here. Where you from?” you ask, your voice soft and filled with wonder.
He leans against the bar, never breaking eye contact. “I’m from Japan,” he replies casually, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know where that is?”
You shake your head, and he chuckles low and gravelly, almost like a growl, the sound making you feel warm.
“The name is Sukuna,” he says, extending his massive hand, veins running up his muscular arm.
“I’m Y/N,” you whisper shyly, placing your delicate gloved hand in his. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, holding eye contact with you—the gesture polite but deeply intimate.
You and Sukuna talk naturally despite just meeting, drinks long forgotten and the noise of the juke joint fading into the background. You ask questions—nothing too probing or forward—and he answers each one calmly, smoothly, commanding attention without needing to dominate.
Time goes by fast, and when it’s time to leave, you let him walk you home. The sound of crickets mixes with your heels and his boots hitting the wooden boards as you walk side by side, keeping slight distance in comfortable silence.
Finally, you ask the question that’s been on your mind the entire time, your voice soft but suspicious. “You… married?”
He stares at you for a moment, then laughs, the sound deep and vibrating through you. “I ain’t married. Why you asking? You want me to marry ya?”
Your cheeks warm, and you shake your head so fast it looks like it might fall off. You lower your head in embarrassment for asking such a question. “I—I didn’t say that,” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.
At perfect timing, you both arrive at your doorstep. Your head tilts up, your big eyes looking into his.
“Thank you, Sukuna,” you whisper, worried your parents might see you with him.
He hesitates like he wants to do something, but instead slips his hands into his pockets, his eyes locked on you.
“Don’t get any ideas, doll. I’m too old for you. Now get in your house and rest that pretty head.”
You both wave goodbye, and you quickly dart inside, your heart racing. You immediately peek through the blinds, watching as he walks away.
Once he disappears in the distance, you sigh and slump onto the couch, your hands covering your face, your mind racing with a million thoughts. His voice—confident and gravelly, commanding attention. His unique pink hair resembling cotton candy. His red eyes that seemed to almost devour you.
And you realize immediately that you’re completely smitten with him.
As the morning sun rises, shining brightly into your room, you’re already up at your vanity, writing in your diary.
January 23rd, 1932
“I wish I could find a word to describe all the emotions I felt, but I can’t. His name is Sukuna, a businessman all the way from Japan. His hair is a unique shade of pink, something I’ve never seen before. And his eyes are so red, it’s like he can see through me. He smells of pine and something almost smoky. His voice reminds me of thunder, deep and rumbly. And oh, his height—something I’ve never seen before. He told me he’s 6’5! Over here in Mound Bayou, the men are maybe around my height, 5’9. And the way he says my name makes me feel things I should never feel as a young woman. My breath hitches and my legs press together as I imagine him doing unspeakable things to me that a woman should never even dream about. He told me he’ll come by the juke joint just to watch me sing because my voice ‘pulls him in.’ I pray he isn’t like the other men around here…”
Love this🫶🏾(mainly bc I’m from Mississippi)
I miss my behbeh sm
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18+ MDNI, smut - bf!sukuna spitting in your mouth
“open your mouth.”
you’re already crying. from the stretch. from how rough sukuna's fucking you. from how deep he is in you. thick and brutal between your legs with one tattooed hand gripping your jaw so tight it’s almost bruising.
his thumb drags over your bottom lip.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” sukuna smirks. all teeth. his sharp canines baring out.
“be good for me.”
you do. trembling. mouth open and tongue out.
his eyes darken.
his hips are still grinding into you. dragging obscene little whimpers out from your throat. he’s purposely fucking you slow now, just to watch you squirm.
then he spits.
right onto your tongue.
your whole body shakes. you moan. loud. too loud
“fucking knew you’d like that,” he growls, laughing low in your ear.
“slutty little mouth. always whining about nothin’. figured you’d want something to fill it.”
your cheeks burn. your cunt clenches around his thick cock.
“swallow it.”
you do. instantly. breath shaky. tongue wet. eyes glazed.
“that’s my girl,” he snarls.
then, he fucks into you hard again. dragging your hips down on him - rutting both deep and fast. your moans going high and wrecked.
you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t speak. you can only feel his cock pounding into you. his hand around your throat. how your lips are still wet from his spit. his deep voice in your ear all smug.
“so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he murmurs while licking up your cheek. “so easy. made to be ruined.”
and finally you do cum. sobbing. trembling. clenching around him.
he fucks you through your orgasm. kissing you open-mouthed and the bastard spits into your mouth again.
“say thank you.”
“thank you, daddy,” you whisper - completely gone and drunk on him.
he smiles.
“good fuckin’ girl.”
A/N: I have a whole bunch of short smut dribbles i need to post hehe !
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The need for him to be really just makes my heart ache…
Karaoke 🎤 ft. Choso Kamo!
As previously discussed before, Choso is a little slow when it comes to ordinary human culture. Today while doing your laundry Choso discovered a purple toy you forgot to put away. It kind of looked like a microphone to him. He carefully examined the toy, coming across three buttons. He pressed the top one only for the toy to start vibrating in his hand.
“AH!” Choso screamed, dropping the vibrator. He jumped back like the foreign object would harm him. “DOVEY!”
You come barreling back into the laundry room with a tin pot on your head and kitchen knife in hand. “IF YOU THINK YOUR GOING TO TAKE MY CHOCHO BEAR WELL NEWS FLASH BIT—“ You paused and take in the scene before you.
Both of you look utterly ridiculous. Choso blinks at you, you mirror his actions before both of you burst out laughing.
“Dovey! What are you wearing?” Choso cackled, slumping over the washing machine.
You can barely shrug as she wipe the tears from your eyes. “I thought aliens or an intruder was trying to steal you. What are you doing with my vibrator?”
Once you both calm down, you pick up the toy. “I forgot I left this in the laundry basket.”
Choso tilted his head to the side giving you that cute puppy look. Except today he doesn’t have the pigtails to tie the look together. This morning you have him a half up half down hair style. “A…vibrator?”
You shake your head. “You naive clueless puppy. A vibrator uses vibrations to help with sexual pleasure. There’s different speeds and setting on here to enhance the experience.”
Choso frowned, “Why would you need that when you have me?”
“Awww pumpkin! I only use it when I don’t have you.” Deja cooed, mushing his cheeks together. “Don’t feel bad. You’re more than enough.”
Choso grunted, glaring at the vibrator. He didn’t appreciate that thing replacing him in the bedroom. “I don’t like it.”
You let out a soft giggle finding Choso utterly adorable when he’s jealous. “Oh pumpkin! You say that only because you don’t know the magic behind this thing. Say why don’t we try it out on you?”
Choso hesitates. Part of him intrigued while the stubborn part of him doesn’t want to give it a chance. Still, he’s a man of trying new things.
“I guess-“
“PERFECT!” You barely give him a chance to speak as you drag him into the bedroom.
Soon Choso finds himself completely naked and tied to the bed. You are between his thighs, singing Persian Rugs by Jacquees into his tip.
“OUUUU WHEN WE FUCKIN I BE CATCHING CHIIIIIIIIIILLLSSS! IM LICKIN ON YOU I WANT YOU TO FEEEEEEEEELLLLL! CAN YOU FEEL IT BABY! CAN YOU FEEL IT BABY!”
Choso is sexually frustrated now. You always play games whenever it’s nasty time. “Dovey please!”
He arched his hips off the bed trying to push his tip into your mouth. You pull back and place the vibrator at his tip.
“Now who told you to move bruh?” You asked, eyeing him with disapproval.
Choso’s hips buck up again, a sharp cry spewing from his lips at the new sensation. You have a firm hold on his cock as he squirms around.
“D-dovey,” he whimpered. “T-too much.”
“Awww come on. I just started Cho. You’re a big boy you can handle it.” You mockingly coo at him. You continued to sing random songs as you swirl the vibrator around his tip and down his shaft. “BONE BONE BONE BONE BONE BONE BONE BONE BONE.”
Choso arched off the bed unable to take the buzzing on his shaft. His tip is leaking with pre, he’s twitching erratically in your hand.
“That’s right baby boy. Call for your mama.” Your tone is sinister. Your eyes narrow on the way his tip darkens. “Shall we do one more song or do you wanna cum?”
“Please. Please let me cum dovey.” Choso whined, tugging on the restraints.
“Okay one more song!” You chirp. “You make it look like it’s—“
You couldn’t even finish the lyric before Choso’s cum shot right into your face. He panted heavily, watching his cum paint your pretty brown skin.
“Mgh, s-sorry dovey.” He weakly mumbled then let his head flop down on the pillows.
Despite your smile you let out an irritated huff. His cum drips down between your breasts (Choso’s favorite nap time spot) and onto your bra. “It’s okay Cho. We’ll just have to work on longevity.” You hold the vibrator up in the air with a triumphant roar. “TO THE TOP!”
Let’s just say, Choso had to endure hours of dick-vibrating karaoke from you.
big yuji
Why you never tell Sukuna you’re hungry
It was a long day and you two had been walking around for hours. Sukuna had so much business to attend to he forgot to feed you. You trot behind him with a pathetic pout for a few hours, hoping he’ll notice. Sadly he chooses to ignore the you.
It’s driving you mad how hunger is taking over your mind and body. You could literally eat a damn elephant right now. So you decide to speak up.
“Sukuna! I’m so hungry. Can we please get something to eat?” You whine, flopping against his arm.
Sukuna looked irritated as usual. He couldn’t stand your excessive whining. He had been trying to ignore you so he wouldn’t snap because he knew that would lead to you having a meltdown like a toddler.
“Fine. You want me to feed you?” Sukuna bit out.
You nod your head, lifting your shirt, showing off your soft, tubby belly. “Look! I’m practically wasting away! I haven’t ate since 9 this morning. It’s 7 p.m!”
Sukuna doesn’t say anything else. He simply grabbed your arm and led you down the hallway. You’re excited to finally get the food you were craving.
Sukuna was about to stuff you until you couldn’t even walk anymore.
…
“Ooohhh, that’s it girl.” Sukuna moaned, gripping the back of your head tight. He glided your head on his cock, using your braids to control you completely. “Mmm, still hungry after 4 loads?”
His smirk is wicked as he watches tears stream down your face every time he punches your gag reflex. His balls smack against your chin, strings of saliva connecting only to snap away. His balls are thick and heavy, full of the cum he’s pumping into your belly. His other cock is in your hand, painting a beautiful snow angel on your chest.
When you said you were hungry, you weren’t expecting this! You just wanted a nice meal to satisfy your hungry. Not satisfy Sukuna’s hard-on in the process.
“Fuck,-ah- all the talk about being hungry and now look at you.” Sukuna gritted. He glanced down at your belly, making note of how much rounder it had gotten. “Tch, betcha won’t say you’re hungry now, huh?
Damn right you won’t. You’re lucky if he even lets you stop after this load.
Your hands work diligently to bring him to an orgasm. Sukuna swats at your hands and pulls out of your mouth. You cough roughly, gasping for air like you just come from underwater. Sukuna’s cocks are pulsing in your face, white cream leaking from the angry red tips.
“You want double or no?”
Like a pathetic little puppy, you nod and whimper. Sukuna chuckles gruffly under his breath, pleased with how desperate you look right now.
He tilts your head to the side and places both tips at your mouth. Slowly he pushed inside, forcing your jaws to practically unhinge.
A breathily laugh rumbles from his throat. “Ya know I think I seen a video like this, except it was just one big thing.”
You whine pathetic around his tips, desperate to fit both into your mouth. Sukuna doesn’t stop you. Instead he pushed deeper and in some strange form of events he’s able to fit both into your mouth.
“Tch. Told you, you were nothing but a big mouth slut.” Sukuna grunted, rolling his eyes like the fact annoyed him. “Suck and stroke.”
You suck on him the best to your ability, your tongue dancing over each of his slits. Your hands massage his cocks, playing with his balls too. Sukuna’s hips jerk forward, feeding you more of his length.
“You ready, brat?” Sukuna asked. He’s right on the edge of letting you have it. His chat and heaving up and down as he waits for you to give him the sign.
One high pitched “MHM!” and he’s letting his seed flood your throat like a tsunami. It drips from all around your mouth onto your perky tits. You do your best to swallow every drop while sukuna plays with your hair. He pulls you off, letting you slump back onto the wall.
“I better not hear you say shit about being hungry!”
Happy Valentine’s Day my darlings! I was gonna make a Valentine’s post but I got lazy.
ONE THOUSAND?! AHHHH IM FAMOUS
Can I Ride you?
“Suuuuuuuuuukuna,” You softly drag, tapping his nose.
Sukuna slowly opened his eyes to see you straddling him. You look innocent enough but he can see the mischievousness behind those blank eyes of yours. He lazily rubbed his eyes before they finally focus on you. “Y/n why are you always on top of me?”
“Because I like being on top.” You shoot back. “It’s a good way to showcase my dominance over people like you. Besides who wouldn’t want this plush thickness on top of them.”
You lift up your shirt showing off your belly, rubbing the pudge fondly. Sukuna cocks a brow, eyes roving over your figure. He couldn’t deny you on that part.
“Oh so you’re the dominant one in this friendship?” Sukuna asked, amusement lacing his tone. “That’s kind of funny considering how much you beg me to have mercy on you everyday.”
You wave him off because don’t nobody wanna hear that shit. “Girl boo! We all know I’m the King around here and you’re the footstool.”
Sukuna blinked at you for a second. He wasn’t sure where you got these twisted ideas of yours but he was considering putting you in the crazy hotel. “Can I ask you why you awoke me from my peaceful slumber?”
“Well at first I was just going to get in bed with you and go to sleep too. By the way, you look so cute when you're asleep. Anyways, like I was saying, I then realized I wanted to go out to get some food. And I couldn’t just leave you here so that’s why I’m waking you up.” You explained.
“You could’ve gone without me, idiot.” He said.
“But I wanted you to come with me. Do you not want to be around me?” You whined, slapping your hands against his pecs. Instinctively, you squeeze the squishy muscle between your fingers. “Your boobies are huge.”
“Stop that shit!.” Sukuna growled. He grabbed your wrists shoving them back to your chest. “Your tits are just as big as mine! Grab your own.”
“Yeah but yours feel better than mine.” An evil grin spread across your tongue as you licked your lips. “Let me suck on them while I ride you.”
He let out a heavy sigh, “No. I thought you wanted to get food?”
“I do but boob sucking and riding are more important right now.”
“How?” Sukuna questioned, completely over the whole conversation.
“Cause these tits alone could feed a village and by village I mean me!” You grab his chest again, giving them a nice squeeze then slapping them. “Plus you have the hips and thighs for riding. They’re so thick and firm, full of enough power to buck me like I’m riding a horse.”
Sukuna groaned out a chuckle. Leave it to you to have some weird ass explanations for everything you want to do. “Whatever you say princess.”
“So can I like…ride you? We’ve got all this space and opportunity. We could turn this bedroom into a rodeo if you want.” You smirk, wiggling your brows. “I’ll buy you food if you do.”
“Tch you think my dick is only worth food?” Sukuna scoffed. “What kind of food?”
“Whatever you want, lil baby.”
That’s when sukuna throws you off of him. Like hell he’ll let you talk to him like that. “Yeah no. You’ve lost your shit.”
You land on the floor with a thud, utterly shocked by him tossing you around like a piece of trash. “Excuse me! I have all of my shit wrapped up nicely with a bow on top.”
“Y/n please. Get the fuck out.”
You quickly stand up, tackling him on the bed. Sukuna falls back with a grunt, partially surprised you were able to push him back.
You point your finger at him, your eyes holding intense determination. “Not until you’ve fulfilled my request.”
Sukuna’s ruby eyes narrowed on you. It was a silent battle between both of you. Minutes passed like seconds in the tension filled void.
Finally Sukuna conceded. “Fine but you owe me.”
“YAY!” You squeal, already stripping out of your shorts. “Pull that thang out for me.”
Sukuna lets out a begrudging sigh as he tugs his cock out of his shorts. He’s already half hard from arguing with you. His hand wrapping around the base and slowly pumping until he’s fully erect. You waste no time engulfing him in your gushy wetness, the stretching making you relax entirely. Your hands make their way to his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his pecs.
“Now just lay back and let mama do her job.”
Sukuna grabs your hips and squeezes gently. He decides to let you have your moment for now. You lean down, taking on of his nipples in your mouths while pinching the other. It’s a weird sensation for him that he hasn’t gotten entirely use to no matter how many times you’ve done it. His nails dig into the chin of your hips almost drawing blood.
“Relax, Kuna. I’ll make you feel so good.” You whisper against his skin.
Sukuna has to physically restrain himself from shoving you off of him again. Half the time he questions how the two of you even became friends. “Shut up and ride me, slut.”
“Aht! I make the rules!” You correctly, flicking his chin. “You shut up and let me continue my work.”
Your tongue swirls around his nipples, each one getting tighter with every flick of your tongue. Sukuna’s hips buck up into you slightly. You grind down, giving him a little bit of friction. He groans when your teeth graze over the sensitive buds. His chest burns with the need to have more of you.
Tugging on your hair, Sukuna pulls you up to face him. He looks slightly pissed from the way his nostrils flare.
“Ride. Me. Or. Get. The. Fuck. Off.”
“Oh boo! Damn titty baby.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I guess I can start the show.”
You sit up, getting into a comfortable position. Placing your hands on your head, you begin to circle your hips. A cheeky smile spreads across your face, “Look! No hands.”
“Tch. You’re not even doing anything.” Sukuna grumbled. “Do it right or get off.”
“Fine fine!” You groaned.
Once you found your rhythm, you were bouncing on his cock like it was nothing. The sound of wet skin echoed through Sukuna’s room. Strings of your slick connect to his base and your pretty lips. You ride him with no hands, having fun with it. Back that azz up is literally playing in your head the whole entire time.
Sukuna’s head is thrown back on the pillows, his eyes snapped shut and lips parted. Deep groans rumble from his chest, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
“Fuck that’s it. Ride me just like that pretty girl.” Sukuna grunts, smacking your ass.
You giggled and stick your tongue out. You’re too cock for your own good but Sukuna doesn’t seem to mind.
“Spell my name, kuna.” You pant. Your hand wraps around his throat, catching him off guard for a second. “Come on! Spell it!”
Sukuna curses under his breath but obliges nonetheless. As he spells your name, you trace each letter with your hips. Your walls clamp down on him, sucking him up tight inside you.
He mindlessly spells your name over and over again just to keep that same feeling going.
“Shitimbouttacum.” Sukuna chokes out, bouncing you on his lap harder. His words jumble together much like his brain is now.
You continue to ride him with no hands, spelling your name just so he knows whose dick this truly is. “Come on Kuna. Make that pretty dick cum for me.”
“I fuckin hate you-FUCK!” His orgasm shoots through his body, muscles tightening and then relaxing.
You let out a sigh of relief as his cock pumps you full of his cum. You feel your release roll through you not long after. Cum mixed together creating a shiny white puddle beneath you.
Collapsing on top of his chest, another sigh leaving you. “Okay cunt stuffed! Next, my belly!”
“You would be worried about damn food.” Sukuna retorted.
“Hey what can I say? Double stuffed is the best kind of stuff.”
Wicked Games
I tried to make it correlate to the song and music video. Definitely recommend watching the video if you haven’t. Also listen to the song while reading for a better experience 🥰!
The shadow’s of his ex haunt him. She’s constantly dancing along the walls, tempting him to go back but he can’t. His love for her was as real as that shadow dancing along the wall. Too bad she was too clueless to see through her gray tinted glasses. Everything was black and white yet it was still unclear.
Smoke from Choso’s blunt filled up the room in a hazy fog. Choso laidback against the black leather arm chair, eyes barely open as he stared up at the ceiling. No amount of weed could fix the numbness he felt right now. He longed to feel for something that wasn’t there.
Choso knew he shouldn’t. He should stay loyal but what was loyalty when he felt nothing for this girl? All the fights and crashouts just for her to cry then beg for him to stay. Yeah, he stayed not by choice but out of obligation.
Not tonight, he couldn’t do that tonight.
Pulling out his phone, Choso went to the one person he knew would bring back some type of feeling. Even if it was a simple illusion that would disappear by sunrise, he needed that illusion to feel like himself again.
12:23 a.m.
Are you busy?
12:24 a.m.
🖤🖤🖤: Not when you’re involved💋I’m at home.
That’s all the confirmation Choso needed. He pushed himself off the chair, grabbed his keys off the counter and headed out the door. His steps felt heavy as his feet guided him towards his black G-Wagon.
The atmosphere was thick and muggy from the late night rain shower. Fog and mist clouded the streets much like the smoke in his room. The streetlights did nothing to brighten the roads instead they made it harder to see when he was already lost.
The truck rolled out onto the streets, stalking through the night with the grace of temptation moving through the dark. His head was so empty he couldn’t form a thought. Subconsciously he flicked on the radio. The Weeknd’s smooth tenor voice drifted through the speakers.
Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups, baby, I could bring the drank
Bring your body, baby, I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you
For some reason, that made Choso feel a twinge of something. It seemed like The Weeknd was able to put his feelings into words when he couldn’t. Almost like he and Choso were the same person on opposite sides of the spectrum.
Wicked Games…Choso knew that song all too well. He lived the last few years of his life caught up in a wicked, torturous game that seemed to have no ending. That game led him straight to the one place he felt would bring his confidence back.
Your house stood tall and proud against the barely lit sky. It held the one thing Choso was craving. You.
Climbing out of the truck, Choso ket the door slam behind him. Before he could get up the steps of your porch good, you were standing there in nothing but a beige cashmere coat and a pair of black lace panties. Your expression was anything but nice. It was one filled with arrogant knowing that chose to stay silent this one time.
Choso stood before you, hands shoved in his jacket, eyes red and low. He was so gone, only wanting to be fucked when he was faded. His eyes rove down your body, drinking in your appearance.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen for the right price.” You smirk. You play with belt of your coat, stroking it with your index finger and thumb then swinging it around.
“Emptied my cards—the cash is all yours…” Choso trailed off. His gaze fell at your feet clad in the black heels he loved so much. A pause asserted itself between you for a long minute. “I just need one thing from you.”
You shift against the door frame, crossing your arms. You think about all the times when he needed you for “one thing”. Thinking to yourself you wonder what’s so different about it this time.
“What’s that?”
“Tell me you love me…”
“…”
The air stiffens, the mist doing nothing to help either of you breathe. Love had never been in any of your transactions. That word was too—complicated. It would make things difficult and you don’t want that.
You were about to argue but Choso interrupted. “I know you won’t mean it, I just want you to say it.”
You take a deep breath, thinking hard about his decision. You glanced up at him, noting just how desperate he was. He wanted to feel anything he’d give his all just for you to make him feel something.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
Pulling him inside, you guide him to your bedroom. You push him back on the bed and climb on top of him. Choso groans, relishing in the way you touch him.
Finally.
You strip him out of his jacket, revealing his bare skin to you. Your lips trail down from his neck to his navel, swirling your tongue there. His body lights on fire, sparks tingling his skin as he can finally feel something.
“Let me see you dance…” Choso requests.
You giggle and press one more kiss to his navel. Reaching over to the night, you press play on the radio. That damn song starts playing again.
Crawling off of Choso, you stand at the foot of the bed. The moon cast a shadow on your figure, moving seductively in front of him. The shadow dances across the way, different from the one of his ex.
His hand slips into his pants while he watches you. Purple eyes focus on the woman dancing for him like a midnight ballerina. Your moves are gracefully and so achingly taunting.
“Mmm, I love watching you dance.” Choso moans softly, stroking himself through his pants.
The coat falls to the ground and you’re in nothing but those black lace panties. Your hands fondle your breasts then make their way to those panties of your. Slowly you push them down your chubby thighs but Choso stops you.
“L-leave them on.” He chokes out. “Wanna feel them on you.”
You oblige. Climbing on the bed, you hover over him. You drag his black jeans off his hips, pulling them completely off. His hand is still stroking his thick cock just for you.
He grits his teeth the moment he feels your lips wrap around his tip. His head falls back against the pillows, a breathy pant leaving his pink parted lips. He’s lost in the way you bring him pleasure that’s too hard to ignore. Emotions he can’t bring out himself except for when he’s with you.
Your head bobs steadily between his thighs. Choso tugs on your hair, hips bucking up. “Fuck…I need—shit!”
“Tell me what you need.” You command, pulling off of him.
“Need you on top of me,” He whispers. “Ride me til I lose myself completely.”
“Whatever you want baby.”
You place your hands on his chest, hips lining up with his spit slick cock. Pulling your panties to the side, you rub his tip against your entrance. Choso’s hands dig into your hips and roughly drag you down. You mewl sweetly as his cock stretches you out. Hips swirl against hips. Choso bites hard on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.
You feel so good wrapped around him. Whimpers and whines fill the room, your shadows playing across the moonlit wall. Tears prickle at Choso’s eyes, but you don’t notice.
The headboard knocks against the wall, matching the beat of the song playing. You’re both in two different worlds colliding to make one beautiful catastrophic mess. He’s throbbing inside of you, letting you know that for once he’s actually alive.
He can’t see a damn thing right now. The tears stop him from seeing the reality he craved so bad. He cries, not from pleasure but from the pain he can finally feel.
You still against Choso. This was the first time you’ve ever seen him cry like that. He’s so broken even when you’re supposed to be healing him right now.
“Choso?”
“Don’t stop.” He breathes. “Tell me you love me.”
There’s a long pause filled with Choso’s heart breaking cries. You hesitantly start back rocking your hips, looking down at him with uncertainty.
“I love you, Choso.”
Those three words make something snap in his chest. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you down into his chest. He knows it means nothing to you yet it means everything to him. He ruts into you like a mad man. “I need all of you. Say it please.”
You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. “I love you Choso.” A tender kiss is shared between you. One that is made out of artificial love.
It’s genuine enough for Choso. Having you, being inside of you, being with you was enough for him.
It’s his own twisted version of love. He cums from hearing you say it over and over again. It’s a high he can’t get from all the years of smoking weed to dull the pain.
You clench around him, letting him fill your cunt for the first time. It your own way of showing him that you actually care. Tonight you won’t cum but that doesn’t matter.
Choso relaxes against the pillows, muscles aching from how tense he was earlier. You two find yourselves in a comfortable silence. Everything is still for a while. The calm after that storm.
“Cho…you can’t keep playing this game with yourself.”
“I know.”
From the corner, something catches his eyes. It’s the shadow again. It dances across the walls, vowing to haunt him no matter where he goes.
