♡﹐Nonsense ♡﹐
coming off a bad divorce - what better therapy than getting railed in a club bathroom by Sukuna? The only thing is - he lied and told you he was twenty-eight like you are, instead? He's living in a damn frat house. His dick is just a little too good though, so you take his proposal to become friends with benefits - you're a busy mom, after all, no time to date! it's not like he'll end up having feelings for you!
♡﹐pairings- fratboy! sukuna x milf! reader
♡﹐warnings - insecurities, lil hints of angst, Sukuna calling us Mommy - he is a whole needy brat, lwk mean reader (he loves it). guest starring milf hunters Suguru and Satoru <3 oral (m and f receiving) cum play, swallowing, semi public sex, emotions, fluffy and cute ending, lots of feelings, lil age difference - oneshot - 8.8k wc <3
♡﹐creds- art is by my bb @winterrbluess I love her sm hehe <3 also tysm to @lizatonix for beta reading as always!!! divider by @/viviansturns <3
You were swirling your little straw in your pretty pink drink – a little umbrella sitting on the side of the tall glass, as you sat there that night, right after having to meet your ex to drop off your kid for his weekend. It’s just not something you thought would happen to you before you even hit thirty, being a single mom, but here you were, alone for the first time in years.
You try not to feel sorry for yourself, but seeing his new girlfriend when you’d dropped off your son had you trembling with anger. It would be easier if your man was an asshole, a dickhead, but no – he was actually one of those ‘nice guys’. The kind of man that even now tried to be all fucking sweet with you and friendly, giving you this awkward goddamn hug.
He’d even broken up with you in a ‘friendly way’. Some new age, express your feelings in a bullshit manner, as calm as could be as he let you know he’d met someone else, and thought it best to end things. You didn’t even have a clue anything was wrong, no, the sex wasn’t great, but you thought you two made a good team, and you’d been with him for your entire adult life.
Seeing the nineteen-year-old babysitter he got with?
Ouch.
You looked fine as fuck at twenty-eight, though – in fact, you took better care of yourself now than you did partying at her age, but the fact remained he was in his mid thirties and went that much younger.
Yep.
Your friends were disgusted about it, but who were you to say shit? You were a bit of a mess at first, honestly so busy with your career and your kid that you didn’t have all that time to ‘look pretty’ like you probably should have.
“Revenge arc, that’s what you need,” your best friends had agreed.
“Revenge arc?”
“Look fucking hot as shit, get with a man hotter than him,” you had shaken your head at them both as you had brunch, sipping on one of those mimosas and sighing.
“I can’t just hook up, I’ve only been with him forever… what if I…”
“Twitter porn!”
“What!?” You’d scowled right at them both, earning their laughs. “Twitter porn?”
“It’ll teach you all you need to know,” you’d thought them foolish, really – until you’d decided to check.
Oh, your man had never shown you any of that.
You’d been scrolling, soaking wet and ovulating of course, eyeing the way these women were getting fucked with envy, fingered, eaten out – what the actual fuck? He’d only had you suck his cock and then hit it missionary, aside from a couple times letting you ride him.
Maybe you were missing out.
You still couldn’t just go ‘fuck someone’ though, but you couldn’t help but be upset after the brand new girlfriend had gotten you. Hugging you and being all friendly, your kid had just scowled right at her, he may have been six but he was damn near forty with his mentality, and he did not like her.
You’d had to go get a drink, got all cute in a dress you hadn’t worn in about seven years, it was just a little tight on the hips but it looked cute, clearly – walking into the exclusive, fancy club had settled that when there were eyes on you. It was so odd, going to one of these, and alone, but you poked around on your phone, taking a small sip of the tart drink, letting it hit your taste buds.
There were two men buying you drinks, one on the right of you, and one on the left, the two of them talking as you barely listen, wondering exactly what the fuck you were supposed to feel.
They were cute, their attention felt nice, yet you had no desire for them.
“Are you listening?” You blink a bit, sighing.
“Yes, sorry,” the guy was your type… tall, dark and honey tongued, reminiscent of your ex a bit – but that was not what you needed. “I um… have to go to the bathroom. One minute.”
You manage, walking off before the two men can say anything, planning your escape in your head when you run right into a hard body.
“Oof,” you stumble a bit, feeling a huge hand on your waist steadying you, peeking up into ruby red eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Tch, it’s fine,” he mumbled, you felt a little too good against him, he couldn’t help but hold you there, dumbstruck as you stepped back, eyes glancing over your body and lingering on your hips.
Fuck you’re pretty.
“Trying to run away from them?” He smirks at you now, you sigh, looking back over your shoulder to see the two men arguing, before looking back up at this smug looking man.
He’s gotta be younger than you – this big grin on his face, a varsity jacket – that shit told you all you needed to know, especially with his friends in tow, pointing and waving at you like little shitheads. You peek curiously, leading him to look back, glaring and making them turn around, whistling – hands in their pockets.
“Your friends?” You tease, he sighs, looking back down at you.
“You could call them that, I guess…” He gave them a fucking death glare, seeing in his phone now a text from Satoru.
If you don’t tap that milf, I will.
He can’t stand them.
You’re going to walk by when he pauses you – he never has to try, Sukuna has women all the fuck over him, especially in college. Never has one seemed so uninterested until now – making him furious as he realizes his hand is on your wrist. You blink and look at it for a moment.
“Uh, your name,” he manages to say, suddenly nervous.
Sukuna, nervous?
Really now.
“Oh,” you give it to him and he repeats it, making you flustered at the proximity, his hand still touching you. “Yours?”
“Sukuna.”
“Nice to meet you,” you clear your throat now and go to walk away again, this time he damn near shouts your name. “What’s up?”
“Like… fuck, you just…” He hears Satoru and Suguru snickering over there, he may kill them. “Can I buy you a drink or some shit?”
“You’re hot,” you make him blush, assessing him carefully. “But you’re too young for me.”
“Too young? Tch,” he looks you over again. “You’re what, twenty two?”
“Add six to that,” he raises a brow.
“You look good as shit.”
“Oh,” you’re lingering again, tugging at the too tight dress, acutely aware of how you’ve changed a bit since the kid.
Tits, hips, all just a little different from when you were his age, but his eyes seem to eat it up.
“Thank you,” you manage, sighing. “Just you’re a baby.”
He laughs now. “What!? A baby?”
“Mhm,” he’s chuckling and stands so damn tall suddenly – a good six inches on your husband, you can’t help but heat up. “A baby.”
“I’m not a fucking baby,” you raise a brow, earning his glare. “I’m not!?”
“You have on a varsity jacket, with a bud light in your hand,” you tap at the bottle and he scoffs. “What, twenty one? That shit is water.”
“You’re fuckin’ mean,” you just smile at that – you’ve never even been called mean, you were the perfect stepford wife really.
But maybe you like that.
Maybe you like him saying that to you.
“When you grow up you’ll get a finer palate, what are those, your fraternity brothers?”
“No!?”
Yes.
He is not about to let you run off though, so Sukuna leans down a bit, brushing a lock of your hair back, watching it take effect when your eyes dilate. “I’m twenty eight, I’m mentoring those two.”
“Twenty eight?”
“Yep,” he lies straight up, he’s not sure you even believe him. “Can I get you a drink or something?”
“Not bud light.”
“Not that,” he throws that out so fast you laugh. “Gone.”
“I see,” you settle a bit now, unsure if he’s real with it or not, but you do know he’s the first person to make you laugh since the shitshow of a divorce, so you ease up. “I’ll take a drink.”
You take two, in fact, as his other friends are dancing with girls, but his attention is locked on you, his tattoos catching your attention when he slings the jacket off and rolls up his sleeves. Rough hands, black lines darting along the back of them, up those veiny forearms that have your mind wandering.
God he’s hot, in this bad boy way you’d have never gone for when you were in college, no – you went for the ‘nice guy’ who was now fucking the babysitter.
Maybe your friends were right.
Maybe twitter porn could steer you into making this man whimper and cum in your mouth.
Maybe you’re feeling slutty and your mind is making you blush.
“Whatchya thinkin’?” You clear your throat now, leaning back a bit, crossing your legs as his gaze flickers over your thighs.
“Nothing really,” you lie, smiling. “I had a bad day.”
“I could tell.”
“Oh?”
“Easily,” he smirks down at you. “Probably why you’re so damn mean.”
“Maybe,” you admit, when the phone goes off – a text from your ex that your son is fast asleep, making you suddenly depressed. “Shit…”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing I…” You feel the emotions hit, sighing now. “I’m never away from my kid or anything.”
“Oh? Why tonight?”
“I now have every other weekend without him,” you sip your drink, feeling the warmth hit. “It’s just weird to me I guess.”
“Divorce?” He asks, you nod. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, just was out of nowhere,” you tap your nails on the table a little bit, his hand comes to brush a droplet off your lips, making you falter.
“That’s why you’re here drinking alone and shit, looking that fine?”
“Fine, hmm?” He just raises a slutty eyebrow – two little slits like he’d buzzed them himself. “Me?”
“Yes, you – annoying too.”
“Me!?”
“Mhm,” you shove at him playfully a bit then, sighing.
“If you weren’t a baby, maybe I’d let you fuck me.”
“Oh?” You hardly hold that together, the boldness that you feel with him, as he leans in, his hand on your thigh now, the contact alone making you drip. “If I wasn’t a ‘baby’?”
“Yeah, maybe I would,” your hand goes on top of his. “What a shame though, frat boy.”
“I’m not in a frat anymore,” you clock him too goddamn well. “Should show you just how much I am not a baby, yeah?”
“How are you gonna show me, Sukuna?” You lean close, lips a breath away, and that’s how you ended up here.
In a damn bathroom, pressed up on a marble countertop, with a frat boy plunging two fingers in your messy cunt, murmuring – “Arch f’me, brat”
Of course you arch.
His fingers are so thick and rough, finding spots your husband never even could, honing in on them as he leans over you, kissing you messy, sloppy, saliva just dripping between you both. Your breath catches in your throat as he drinks your pathetic whines, hitting your soft spot in those gummy walls that just quiver.
“Sukuna…” He moans at that, pressing up again, looking at your parted lips as his free hand tugs down your dress, letting a pretty tit slide out.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” he mumbles, they’re so pretty, his thumb brushes over one nipple in a circle, your head falls back for his lips to leave kisses on your throat, feeling you grip him. “So tight, been a while, huh?”
“Oh fuck off,” you breathe out, glaring as your thighs tremble, nails pressing into his jacket.
“Bet it has,” he’s grinning against your skin. “Did he not make you cum at all? Didn’t stretch your cunt out, so it’s this needy?”
“You’re a dick,” you whine out in his ear, arching for more as your cunt dribbles right down. “Such a d-dick…”
“Mhm, not a baby though – I know how to make you cum,” he arches his thick fingers one more time, curling them until you squirt, screaming out barely muffled, he laughs as he pulls back, raising a brow. “Aw, are you pissin’ on me, mommy?”
“You fucking freak!?” You kick at him, but you’re getting overstimulated, his laugh tickling your lips as he yanks his fingers back, shoving them in his own mouth, making yours drop. “You’re…”
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he moans now, sucking your juices off, gripping your chin now. “Open.”
You do.
You open wide for a frat boy to spit in your mouth – what would the PTA think about this behavior, really!?
Nor the rest of that night, where he bent you over the sink, and fucked into your cunt – wearing a condom only because you made him, because fuck he wanted to hit it raw. Your taste swapping between your mouths as he fucked you against that sink, his cock stretching you, burning you in fact with how big it was, how hard it was to take him like that.
Throwing you around like it was nothing, fucking you and holding your hips as you peered at your slutty little reflection.
Mouth open.
Eyes narrowed.
Cheeks flushed.
Tits slipped from your neckline, one in a big hand as he pumped his latex covered cock inside you, until you shattered, squirting down his boxers, his jeans – he was so desperate he’d lick it off his fingers later for more. Busting in a condom when he’d rather creampie you, moaning your name all pathetic as you grip him better than anyone has before.
He’d been so damn breathless he was weak – him, Sukuna, who had girls just begging for him every night, kissing and wanting to snuggle with a stranger – a mom and divorcee clearly a few years older. Whatever you did to your cunt was frightening – kegels or some shit!? He wasn’t sure, all he knew was it was addictive, so much so as he threw out the condom and you rushed out, he fucking ran after you.
Yep, Sukuna running.
“Can’t just do that and not give me your number,” he’d caught you right in front of the bar, as you leaned against the wall, waiting for your ride to come. “Gonna make me beg for it?”
“It was amazing, yeah? You certainly can fuck,” you touched his lips, feeling the cool air hit. “But you’re young, and I’m a mess.”
“You were a mess on my cock-”
“And you’re an asshole!?”
“I am,” you laughed then, shaking your head. “Number.”
“For what?”
“Don’t you wanna feel that again?” He’d lifted your skirt up right there, you could feel the stickiness of your panties clinging to you as he leaned low. “Let me fuck all that sadness from your pretty head, milf.”
“Milf? Psh,” you’d given in though, taking out your phone. “Fine, give me your number.”
He saved you as that – Milf – with a sneak picture of your tits in that dress smirking while you were oblivious.
You end up saving him as – quarter life crisis.
“So any time I want it, you’ll just… fuck me? Like a fuck buddy or something?”
“Aw you’re so cute, mommy, have you never had one?”
“I have!?”
Not.
You were both liars, really.
“Fine then, we could be… that,” you managed to say, peeking around to see the ride there. “I have to get home though.”
“Text me, mommy?”
“Don’t fucking call me mommy, frat boy brat,” he laughed again.
“You’re the brat.”
“Me!? No,” you’d hopped in the back of the car, leaning back and shutting your eyes – unsure just what you had gotten yourself into, when the phone dinged about half an hour later.
Quarter life crisis – could I have a titty pic, please? I’m so hard and thinking of how pretty they are.
What a little shit.
*****
“This liar,” the address Sukuna sent you to the next week so you could ‘visit him’ on one of your days off while your kid was at school?
A goddamn frat house.
Alpha Beta Capa something or other, clear as day with the damn greek letters on the front of the enormous building, and here you are, with goddamn brownies you baked for him. You don’t know what to bring – it’s too early for wine, and you didn’t wanna come empty handed, but to bring it in a frat house!?
You were gonna look like one of their older sisters or something, embarrassing as shit, you were wearing a pretty simple little sundress too, due to the heat. Looking like Suzy Homemaker when this jerk of a man had indeed lied about being your age. You almost go to put the car in reverse and book it out when he comes running down the steps towards you.
Shit.
He’s waving his big ass arms, grinning even as you scowl over at him through your car window, he leans against it as you lower it carefully.
“Nice minivan, mommy.”
“Nice frat house you baby,” he glares so you roll up the window again, about to book it out as his psycho ass opens your door. “I can’t believe you’re such a little liar, ugh!”
“Well you wouldn’t have talked to me!? We’re barely even different in age, shit don’t go…” You have his big ass in your passenger now, leaning over and putting your car in park. “Seriously, I have my own room and bathroom, all that. Swear none of my friends will bother you.”
“What will this look like, me going in there!?”
“Cute,” is all he manages to say, eyeing your thighs in that dress – some little sunflower one he can’t wait to shove up your hips.
“Cute, hmm?”
“Very cute,” he hates the dumb shit you make him think of – domestic shit that he hoped not to even contemplate for years, but you’re such a damn pretty little wife right now. He can see why you got married young – though he can’t see why some dumbass would let you go. “Did you bake?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, looking back at the two pretty pioneer woman baking dishes you brought. “When I’m nervous I just start baking.”
“It smells good,” he leans close now, taking over everything in your mini van, really, far, far too close. “You smell good, too.”
“Do I?” You whisper, his lips a breath away.
Oh fuck.
You’d thought the drinks may have made it more intense, this feeling with Sukuna, but it wasn’t – you just want him. Inside you again, spitting in your mouth, picking you up and throwing you around like you’re a doll to him. You heat up when he uses two fingers, tilting up your chin.
“How long you got before you have to get the kid?”
“Like a couple hours,” you murmur, feeling guilty then.
He’s at school and you’re…
“Hey,” Sukuna cuts off your thoughts. “You’re allowed to have fun, yeah?”
“I don’t know, I feel so…”
“And what’s the dad doing?”
“Well, he doesn’t even have him often,” you sigh now, shutting your eyes. “He’s probably giving the babysitter bad dick, though.”
“Exactly, so you get your cute ass in here and bring these brownies, hmm?” You laugh, getting a little kiss as he pauses. “That okay outside of… sex?”
“Yes, if it’s okay with… you…” You shut your eyes now. “Imma liar too.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never had sex casually, or… a ‘friends with benefits’. If we’re friends, even… we’re still kinda strangers, huh?”
“So we both lied,” he teases, almost gently for a big, pretentious jerk like he seemed.
You nod, blushing, before shoving at him.
“I didn’t lie like you did! Twenty-eight my ass.”
“Did you really believe me?” You sigh and let him kiss you, and it feels too fucking good. “Be honest.”
Could you really separate sex from feelings, when your dumbass ex husband was the majority of your life? You had your wild phase before him, but it had all been dumbass fratboys who couldn’t make you cum.
Sukuna seemed different from what you remember then.
“Shut up,” that’s your answer as you turn your car off, and he’s chuckling. “We can hang out for an hour but I swear if one of your young ass frat brothers hears me or something!?”
“They won’t, come on.”
Oh, they don’t tease.
They simp over you bringing brownies in.
“Oh my god, for us!?” The white haired one grins and runs right over to you, taking one of the pans. “You’re so sweet, mommy.”
“God don’t call me that, you brats,” you grimace, the dark haired one taking the other gently, his eyes flickering over you.
“Hey pretty.”
You can’t help but blush a bit at him, as Sukuna scowls, shoving the pan in his hands as he smirks at you. “Don’t fucking hit on her you weirdos. Especially you, Suguru.”
“Why especially me?”
“At least she’d never take Satoru seriously.”
“Excuse me!?”
You snort just a bit at the cute man’s pout, they’re both setting the pioneer woman trays down, tearing them open and moaning as they shove their face full of your brownies.
“I’m gonna cum-”
“Satoru what the fuck!?” Suguru is snorting, moaning as he bites another piece.
“Divine.”
“Okay, go fuck yourselves now.”
"Aw, Kuna, don't be like that," the white haired one, apparently named Satoru, whines like a mad little brat, truly, batting his ridiculously long white lashes. "We just wanna get to know your new friend."
"Yeah," the other – apparently Suguru, says, his gaze a little too appreciative as it lingers on the curve of your waist in the dress, where Sukuna’s hand sits as if he can tell, yanking you against him. "She brought us gifts."
"They're for Sukuna," you say then, cheeks burning up at the attention of three hot men staring at you – all over six foot three, all far too handsome, really.
All on you.
It's been a long time since you've been looked at like this, for years you were damn near locked away – just a mom, and now you’re an ex-wife, but they clearly all find you and your brownies pretty damn hot.
You giggle when Sukuna squeezes you hard, tugging you away. “Leave me some, I have other things to eat first.”
“Sukuna!” You panic at that, he’s chuckling, throwing his head back as he leads you away from the kitchen, past two pyramids of red solo cups and bottles of beer from likely last night, towards a big, winding staircase.
“You don’t like getting eaten?”
“I um…”
You’re older than him.
You’re the experienced one in life – you can’t act like some blushing virgin when you’ve had an entire baby and a marriage.
“They heard you!”
“They’ll probably jerk off to the thought,” you follow him up, heading to his room – surprisingly clean, and bigger than you’d expect.
Mostly it smells like his cologne.
You already like that scent too much.
He shuts the door and then turns to you, smirking a bit, pressing you against it, his hand on one side of your head, the other slipping down your bare shoulder, making you gasp. "Now… where were we?"
You're nervous already, your heart hammering in your chest, pulse flaring underneath the brush of his thumb when it brushes behind your ear.
All that bravery out the window, you gotta get it back.
So you smile – real mean.
"I think we were discussing,” your teasing fingers slip down his abdomen, making it tense, his lips parting. “What a little liar you are."
He smirks at that, raising a slutty ass eyebrow and leaning down until his lips are just a breath away. "You’re so mean when you know I could be so sweet to you.”
“You, sweet?”
“Mhm,” he kisses your mouth, just a tease, your nails pressing into your palms at how good it feels. “I think we were discussing me eating your pretty lil cunt."
“Eating my…” He nips at your bottom lip with sharp teeth, leaving little indentations as you gasp out, nails pressing into his shoulders, whines escaping your lips. “My…”
“Pussy, is that better?”
“Maybe,” you sigh into his mouth now, letting him take you over – less frantic than the other night at the club, slower, more deliberate.
He kneels right down, looking up at you, smiling as he watches color blossom on your skin.
“Shouldn’t I be on my knees?” You try to tease.
You’re the one who gives.
You know you can suck dick.
Yet this man loves to throw you the fuck off.
He pushes the little sundress up, bunching it around your waist, usually ruby eyes dark and locked in on the pretty panties you have on, seeing how damp they already are with your sticky arousal. He toys with it a bit, rubbing the stickiness and humming, as your hips arch.
“Sukuna… you’re staring…”
“Fuck yes I am, I didn’t see her that night,” he’s throbbing as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of them, smirking. “Cute lil panties.”
“Mean…”
“I’m serious, who doesn’t love cotton, boring ass panties?”
“Meaner!”
He chuckles and eases them down your thighs until they pull around your ankles, helping you out of them now. “Should I buy you lingerie?”
“Should you?” You manage to tease back – and then he does something your ex-husband never, ever did.
He licks you.
"Fuckin' gorgeous," he murmurs with his mouth full of your juices, more to himself than to you really – your pussy is all puffy and begging for attention, your dress falling now. “Hold it up.”
“Hold it…”
“I said,” he leans in and licks a long, slow stripe up your messy slit, groaning as that taste coats his tongue. “Hold the fuckin’ dress up.”
You do that nervously, your hands slipping into his soft pink hair, tangling in the strands and tugging as he licks you again, deliberately slow, making you so sensitive. "Sukuna! What…”
“I’m eating as I said,” he throws a thigh over his shoulder, his groan vibrating against you, having your thighs tremble, one pressing against his face as he prepares to bury it. “Taste so sweet for a mean fuckin’ brat.”
“Sukuna…” You’re done for when he drags your ass against his face, his chin pressing on your slutty lil hole, tongue slipping up to your clit, mouth wrapping the twitchy lil thing, it jumps for him.
“Hah,” he laughs softly, teeth nipping it, making you smack at him, just making him harder.
“Don’t bite it!?”
“Have you had your pussy eaten?” He asks again, brows together as he slurps you up. “Be honest.”
“No, okay?” He pauses now, pulling back with little strings of your slick dissolving from too plump lips, fucking you up. “I know.”
“Never?”
“No,” you manage to say. “I’m not inexperienced, just…”
“How he didn’t eat this every day, you baking brownies for this mother fucker and sucking him?”
You sigh.
“Yes.”
“Oh fuck him,” you giggle then, suddenly relaxing a bit. “There you go, ease up – I’ll make you cum, hmm?”
“Please…”
“You’re only sweet when your clit is throbbing,” you scoff, but it’s cut off, when he’s licking you again – messier and messier, devouring you, you’re already so close it’s embarrassing. "Look at you… Feel good, mommy?”
“Swear to god you brat,” you shove his head closer, surprising him and yourself, rolling your hips, chasing more of that high, as he palms his cock, groaning. “There, there! Mnh! S-shut you up… hah…”
“Mmm,” he thinks he’s in love when he laps more of you up, greedy, loud sounds that echo in his room, as he lifts you up and pins your hips on the wall, your thighs on either side of his head.
“I’m gonna fall!”
“You’re not,” he chuckles as he holds you up on that wall, you’re damn near panicking at the strong, giant of a man pinning you. “You can take it, just hold on to my hair.”
“Shit, okay,” you never thought in your late twenties you’d be held up on a wall at this tall ass height like it’s nothing, with a handsome fratboy’s face buried in your cunt.
Yet, here you are.
You care much less about your divorce with every flick of his tastebuds against you, shattering for him as he pushes you over the edge.
“Too much, too much!”
“Shh,” he pulls back a bit, easing you down, his chin is slick with your wetness – face so wet it’s embarrassing. "Already falling apart and I haven't even fucked you yet, huh? So fuckin' sensitive." He picks you up again differently, so that your thighs wrap his hips, carrying you to his bed and laying you down. “Still a little ‘baby’?”
“No,” you admit, whining out when he shoves two thick fingers in your spasming walls, curving them against that spot that makes you see stars, like he’s already learned your body. “Not a baby…”
“That’s what I thought,” he leans over you, kissing you and letting your juices spit right in your mouth, you so eagerly open for him it should be embarrassing.
“Mnh…”
"He really never did this for you?" He asks then, chuckling as you squirt down his fingers again, dripping dark spots on his blankets.
“N-no,” you mumble, gasping out, dizzy when he yanks his fingers out of your mess, slapping your cunt and making you hiss. “Ah!”
"You still with me, mommy?" he teases, earning your glare.
"Shut up," you mumble, tugging at his zipper and leaning up. "Fuck me, you brat."
“You’re so needy,” his cock is so pretty and thick you whine out, your body sure remembers that challenge.
Oh, you want it again.
“Condom again?” He asks sadly. “I could give you another baby-”
“Sukuna!”
“What, cum would be sexy in your hole,” he spreads it and pouts. “I’m good if you’re worried.”
“Mmm… cumming in me, I…” You blush. “You could pull out?”
“Tragic,” you laugh again, as he runs the fat, reddened head of his cock through your slick folds, nudging your clit to tease you, making you drool even more.
“Fine, condom then.”
“No!? I’ll pull out,” he smirks, thinking of cumming all over your cunt and shoving it back in.
Toxic shit.
You’re already fucking with him.
“Fuck me already – ah!”
“Shut it brat,” he groans when his cock shoves inside deep in one go, feeling how wet you are, still pulsing from cumming earlier.
For a moment, Sukuna just whimpers.
“Did you… whimper?”
“I’ll beat your ass next time,” he glares, biting your neck and grabbing your thighs rough, pushing deeper into you, stretching you out so damn good it burns. “Didn’t whimper, you’re the one squirting all over.”
“Am not – ah!” The fucker slams into you hard, three, four, five times, before yanking out and laughing sadistically, slapping his cock in the squirting mess he’s made your cunt. “Sukuna…”
“So fuckin’ messy, just washed these, tsk,” he’s ruining you with every mean thrust, it’s better than that night.
Even better than he remembered.
No condom, so he can feel the texture of those gummy walls and how they grip him, ruining him with every stroke, shoving your dress higher when you tug it down, making him pause.
“Covering up?” He glares, and you blush, letting him shove it up again. “Wanna see my cock inside you.”
“I have stretch marks and… ah!” He pauses, scowling and gripping your hips. “Sukuna…”
“Don’t start that shit,” he trails his fingers down one, making you suddenly a little emotional, swallowing nervously.
You never thought they’d be called anything but unattractive.
“They’re cute,” he murmurs, breaking you then. “So cute I wanna cum on them, hah.”
You giggle at that. “Slutty ass boy.”
“Now shut up and lemme see you,” he mumbles, already pussy drunk – he throws you in every position – doggy, prone bone, mating press, fucking every memory out of your mind, having you squirt and gush till he pulls out.
He cums all over your skin, painting it in pretty white patterns, until you’re a fucking mess.
It’s hard to leave Sukuna that day, knees wobbly, skin still sticky in places, you swear the man came everywhere.
“So, that titty pic?” He asks then, you laugh, trying to brush out your hair in the mirror, fixing your dress to look presentable.
“I’ll send you one tonight.”
*****
Oh, you send Sukuna titty pics.
Pussy pics.
Soon you get a jerk off video.
Soon he can’t get your pretty self out of his goddamn head, nibbling on cookies you made him last time you came over, when you sucked him dumb and dry, taking all nine inches in your throat like a pro. When you had him whining like a little bitch and fucking your throat till he couldn’t move.
Sukuna stares at a picture now, sighing.
This can’t just be sex – he needs more of you.
*****
Two weeks later
Sukuna's gripping your waist tight with his huge hands, moaning as you glide right down on his cock, stretching your puffy lips right around him as he lays back in the front seat of the car, cursing at how good it feels.
"Sh-shit... slow down, you fuckin' brat..." He's gasping as you quiver right around him, whining out, your lashes fluttering closed.
"Don't have t-time... soccer game, gotta go to..." He slams you down hard then, pinning you and glaring. "I h-have to take him to..."
"It's not till six, will you slow the fuck down," he bites the shit out of you, buried deep in your tacky lil walls, his own eyes closing at how good you feel. "You told me six."
"But it's five and - ngh! Gonna cum, gonna-"
"No you're not," he grins as you gasp out, pinning you and not moving. "Not till I say."
"You're so annoying," you knew fucking a frat boy a good six years younger than you was stupid, but right now as he's attention seeking and pouty? And you know you need to hop right to your damn mini van and clean up before you get your kid?
You know then especially how stupid this is.
If you just didn't get drunk that night and if he didn't lie and say he was twenty eight...
No, you'd have still fucked him. But now? He's clingy.
Every day for two weeks he writes you nonstop, half the time you’re working or with your kid, and you feel guilty indulging. As a mom, that’s all you were really supposed to do, the marriage was supposed to be it for you. Yet here you are, trembling as he bites your skin, his fingers pressing into your hips, rocking that thick cock up inside you.
You loved hearing from him – your lips would curve, your cheeks would heat up, but you tried your best to shove it down, to focus. Your messages quick, you even have avoided him altogether after a particular time when you’d laid in his arms and he held you tight, and you realized you didn’t wanna leave, not at all.
“Me, annoying? You always leave me,” your hands tug at his locks of hair, entangling and pulling at the root, his breath hot as he trails messy kisses down your chest. “Always runnin’ off, why?”
“Have to – busy, mngh….” you shatter with one more push inside you, gasping out at how good it feel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Wanna go on a date…”
You pause now, blinking as you come down. “What!?”
“Yeah, that so crazy? You barely go anywhere, anyway,” you scoff at that, but it turns into a pathetic little whine as he fucks you faster, leaning back and lifting you up just to drag you back down on it. “Lemme take you out, brat, shit…”
“I can’t, what if – ah! They see me with… younger and…”
“You look my age, just got these,” he grips your hips and smirks. “Maybe they are breedable.”
“You’re hanging out with Gojo too much – ah!”
“Saying someone else’s name while I fuck you? No,” he’s pinning you down now, his tip grazing your sensitive cervix, biting your nipple until it’s bruised.
“Ow!”
“Attention on me,” he orders, as if he’s not desperate and pathetic for you – for just how pretty you are, how good you smell, god even the cookies you bake.
He can’t take it.
“Who’s makin’ you cum like this?” He asks now, a hand on the back of your neck, shoving you down again, tugging your hair at the nape until your juices spill. “Answer me.”
“You,” he smirks – the only sweetness he gets is when you’re fucked out. “You are, Sukuna.”
“So then keep your eyes on me, ah-ah, don’t shut them,” he makes you keep the eye contact, even as your own threaten to flutter closed. “That’s it, gonna make me cum just lookin’ at me.”
“You talk so much shit,” you whisper, but you’re done for when he pulls out, your mess coating him, tip gliding through your slit. “Mnh!”
“Where am I cumming?” He begs to bust inside you, but you’re terrified that somehow you’ll get pregnant or something, even though clearly Sukuna liked that idea.
He was an idiot.
You pull off and he moans.
“Gonna swallow me?”
“Yes,” you whisper, letting him shove the seat back even more as you sink down, lapping your own slick from his veiny shaft.
“God, slutty brat – licking your pussy off like that,” you swirl your tongue around that fat head, he’s jerking he’s so sensitive, cupping your face. “Slutty for me, all for me, huh?”
“You talk a lot when you’re about to cum,” he glares and you suck him, moaning. “Cum, Sukuna, lemme swallow.”
“Mmngh,” he’s not sure what sound you elicit this time, pumping all his cum into your eager mouth, you swallow all of it, greedy with it, moaning around him – so greedy you lap up every drop, cleaning his cock completely. “Look at you, love it, huh? Sucking your cunt off?”
“Maybe,” you admit, flushed when he tugs you back up, kissing his own cum off your mouth.
Sukuna was a freak.
But maybe you were, too.
For him.
You’re kissing messy as your phone alarm goes off, and he’s pouting as you rush over to your minivan – you can’t believe you’re fucking in the car like you’re back in fucking high school or college. He catches you though before you can open the door, turning you and pinning you, tilting your chin up.
“Sukuna I have to-”
“Go on a date with me,” he grunts those words. “No more dick if you won’t.”
“What!? I thought we were fuck buddies?”
“I feel used, like a cheap slut.”
“Maybe you are. Ow!” He’s bit your neck again. “Brat!”
“You go out with me, don’t make me beg, shit,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.
“Why want to go out with-”
“Did I fuck your milf brain stupid?” You smack him, making him moan – he’s a fucking freak. “God, do that again.”
“No!? Ugh, I’ll go if you stop asking and let me leave, one date,” you sigh then, shaking your head. “It’s dumb though, what if someone tells him and-”
“The man fucking a girl half his age?” You blush at that now. “Sorry we’re not about to compare six years to that.”
“He’ll say something-”
“Let him,” he grins all psychotically. “I’d love to meet him.”
“Oh I bet you would,” you ease back now, looking up at him as you lean against the mini van door. “I’ll go out to dinner, I just need a new sitter.”
“Let Gojo watch-”
“Gojo!? No! He’s not responsible enough!”
“I’ll tell him you think that,” you glare. “Break his twinky little heart.”
“You will not even,” you shove at him now. “I’ll get a sitter for Friday night for a few hours, okay? Dinner or whatever…”
“Good, then you’ll get more dick,” you snort and turn away from him, not before he drags your ass back against him, kissing up your neck, wrapping you too tight.
You have so many feelings already you feel dumb.
A date will make them worse.
Yet, he had a point – why were you holding back, so worried what everyone would think when your husband really did get an entire pass from the world?
“Give me a real goodbye, yeah?” You let him tilt your chin. “Kiss me.”
You do, moaning and arching against him, lost for a moment before pulling back, looking at him. “I’ll see you Friday.”
“Mhm, enjoy your soccer game, mommy,” you bite his lower lip hard, making him tug back as you scowl, hopping in your driver’s seat.
Sukuna is in love when you flip him off pulling out.
*****
“What are you doing here?” Of fucking course – the one date you go on, your damn husband would be there with her.
She’s smiling and giggling, looking at Sukuna who ignores her completely, trying to introduce herself as your husband leans over, talking to you in a hushed tone.
“I’m on a date,” you answer calmly, smiling. “You?”
“Where is our son!?”
“With a fucking sitter, are you serious,” you stand then, scowling as Sukuna tenses up next to you. “Come on.”
“What?”
“Now,” you drag him over to a quieter part of the restaurant, heart racing – tonight had been fun.
Actual fun.
Yeah, Sukuna made you cum, and yeah, he was handsome, but the amount of fun you’ve had tonight alone? Even the drive there?
You haven’t felt that shit in years.
You’re not letting your ex fuck it up.
“What the hell is your problem?” you whisper – once you’re away from all the people just trying to have dinner, in one of the hallways leading to the bathrooms.
“My problem? You’re on a date, with a kid!?” He glares over at Sukuna, who’s sitting at your table, calmly sipping the whiskey you’d ordered for him, his eyes fixed on the two of you rather than your ex husband’s girlfriend, who is desperately trying to get noticed. “With our son with a sitter, so you can go out and have fun?”
“Like you don’t! You only have him four days a month!”
“Because you’re a mother, I’m…”
“The dad!?”
“Exactly, it’s not okay for you.”
You scoff then, in disgust as you look up at him, narrowing your eyes.
“He’s twenty-two, and I’m ten years younger than you, how can you say anything about age to me? When there’s a whole child over there.”
“Really?” He flinches as if you’ve wounded him, brows drawing together now, trying to make you feel guilty like he always used to.
It doesn't work anymore.
“That’s not fair. This is about our son. I don’t want some random guy around him.”
“He’s not met him, but you lost the right to have an opinion on who I spend my time with the second you decided to stick your dick in the babysitter,” he glares now – that whole show gone from his face, leaning low over you.
“As if you can keep a man, with how you are? Taking care of yourself now I see, you didn’t dress up for me, did you?”
“Because you made me hate myself,” you whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “You made me insecure, and feel less than.”
“Get some dick and think you’re the hottest?”
“I did finally get to cum,” you admit, smiling all mean right at him now, making him scowl. “And I got eaten out, so I do feel good, yeah.”
“As if you-”
“I’ve had enough,” you cut him off now. “You wanted to be done with me, you wanted to move on – you get it. We will only talk about our son, other than that? It’ll be like we were never together, it’s what you wanted.”
“Wait,” he grips your wrist, irritating you more. “Just wait, shit… maybe,” he looks across your body now. “Maybe I didn’t give you enough attention, but if I knew you could look this good? I wouldn’t have just been with her-”
“You were with her before!?” He sighs, shutting his eyes now. “During…”
“Maybe I gave up too fast, and-”
“No,” you clear your throat, shoving past him now. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“For leaving me,” you say, smiling – even though the shit hurts. “It’s the best thing you’ve done besides give me my son.”
He calls your name but it’s too late, you look over at the girl you now know fucked your man, during your marriage – but you feel bad for her if anything, especially when Sukuna outright ignores her, and your husband is stomping back over.
“I hope you get better than him,” you say to her quietly, she blinks, looking your way. “Good luck with that for now, though.”
“I…”
“Let’s go,” he yanks her away, leaving you to take a breath, as Sukuna’s hand brushes across your upper thigh.
“Hey, everything okay?”
“It’s fine now,” you open your eyes and look at him, picking up that glass of wine and downing half of it in one go. “Just some shit left unsaid – ex-husband drama.”
“Figured it was,” he says, his eyes flicking over to where your ex is now standing awkwardly with his girlfriend, who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“She must think you’re hot.”
“She’s not my type,” you giggle now, as his eyes level at you. “What, surprised?”
“She’s pretty, all sweet, bouncy and happy-”
“Maybe I like mean ass, twenty eight year old moms,” you snort at that, rolling your eyes. “Ones who fuck me and t hen run off.”
“I shouldn’t run off on you,” you admit softly, your hand over his, making his own heart race.
Fuck you look pretty right now.
“He looks like he cries after he cums,” you gasp.
“What!?”
“Can he even keep it hard?”
“It wasn’t much to write home about,” you admit, laughing now.
“Small dick and didn’t eat pussy?”
“Sukuna! Oh my god, you’re horrible.”
“Nah, just observant,” he leans forward, all his attention on you – as if the rest of the restaurant, including your shitty, fuming ex isn’t even there. “You handled that shit, fuck… it was so hot to see you put him in his place.”
“It was?” You ask then, softly.
“It was,” you sigh, kissing him right in front of whoever could see. “Made me leak precum.”
“God!”
He throws back his head, laughing like a damn psycho, earning plenty of looks he doesn’t seem to care about.
You fucking really like this psycho too don’t you?
You daresay you fell that night – but Sukuna’s conceited ass didn’t need to know that just yet.
“I wanna keep having fun with you tonight,” you whisper, eyes flickering as he cups your face.
“Then we will.”
*****
You make sure your son is asleep and the babysitter is paid before you let Sukuna in, the door that opens right to your bedroom, giggling as you put a finger to his lips as he moans, trying to kiss you that night.
“Shh,” you whisper, tugging him in and locking the door. “If you wake him up I’ll beat you.”
“Please?”
“Freak,” you kiss him again, sighing as he takes over your entire room with just how big he is, memories scattered across the room you once shared with your husband.
How long had he done it?
How long did he not care?
The thoughts clearly get to you – Sukuna pulls back, looking and swallowing a bit nervously, tilting his head as he cups your face, your hands on his wrists, quiet in the dark of your room.
“He’s across the house but we still need to be-”
“What’s wrong?”
You sigh now, shaking your head, making his lips press together.
“Tell me now, brat.”
“Just some things he said, got me in my head,” you blink tears, one rushing across his thumb. “I don’t wanna ruin the night.”
“You won’t,” he murmurs, stepping back now, taking off his shoes, his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and studying you. “No dick tonight.”
“Rude!?” He snorts, walking to you once he’s in his boxers, turning you to unzip your dress, letting it fall, leaving you just in the little pair of panties you had – ones he ordered you.
“You wore them, huh?”
“Yeah,” you let him tug you against him. “Why no dick?”
“You’re upset,” your heart falters now.
No way a frat boy understood you better than your man ever did.
Then again, Sukuna was a real man – your ex?
A boy in his thirties.
“What’d the dumb fuck say?”
“Just that no one will stay,” you choke up just a bit as he grips you so tight it hurts, exhaling. “You should head home, or I’ll go sleep in the-”
“No.”
“But I’m a mess,” you turn and he sees your tears, so fucking mad he can’t think. “I’m crying, it’s not sexy.”
“I’m not leaving,” he says again, softer now. “Get in bed.”
“Oh,” you murmur, climbing into the bed, sniffling when he slides under the covers, wrapping you in his big arms, your tears falling on tanned skin, letting him kiss up your cheek, to your temple. “You don’t have to just hold me.”
“Maybe I want to, always leaving me and shit,” you sigh. “Mean mommy.”
“Swear to god, I’ll kick you,” he snorts, kissing your lips again, making you melt in his hold. “Thank you, Sukuna.”
“Mhm, make me breakfast in the morning,” you giggle, sniffling again as you snuggle against his chest. “Pancakes, mmm. Will you?”
“I will, absolutely. I guess you can meet my kid.”
“Is he a brat like you?”
“He’s worse.”
*****
“STRANGER DANGER!”
“OW – SHIT, BRAT WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!”
Oh…
Fuck.
That wakes you up out of a dead sleep as you realize with horror – your son just met your… kind of new boyfriend!? – before you could even introduce him.
“I’ll beat you, mommy! Are you OKAY!?”
“You’re mommy is fine you little shit, ow! Stop kicking me before I head lock your little ass-”
“Sukuna!” You glare, crossing your arms and raising a brow at Sukuna as your kid kicks him again, making you shout his name.
“Sorry mommy,” they both say, making you sigh, walking over and picking your son up, letting him hug you as Sukuna rubs his sore shins.
“It’s okay, Sukuna is, well…” You sigh, setting him down now, looking into his eyes as you get to his level. “He may be mommy’s new boyfriend.”
“I am!?”
“He is!?”
“What’s that mean, kid?” Sukuna shoves at him again, you smack at his hand.
“No pancakes.”
“But-”
“Be nice,” he grumbles an apology, as you look at your son again, smiling. “Mommy has been pretty sad since everything, and he’s made me very happy. Is it okay if he hangs out for breakfast?”
“Can I kick him again?”
“You have a demon child!” Your son laughs and your lips quirk up, affection and something more for Sukuna really tugging at you as you see his flushed cheeks.
Damn you may be really falling for a fratboy.
What sort of quarterlife crisis was this, really?
Well, whatever it was – you are going to enjoy it.
“Say hi, and I’ll cook you both breakfast,” you stand up and put a hand on Sukuna’s shoulder, smiling sleepily as he puts one at your waist for a brief moment. “Good morning, Sukuna.”
“Morning – he attacked me, jumped on me and shit,” your kid sticks his tongue out at the big man. “Does he not get his ass beat? You gentle parenting?”
“I am indeed gentle parenting,” you shove him playfully. “Go wash up before breakfast, baby.”
“Yes mommy!”
“Acting all nice now,” Sukuna’s eyes narrow, you go to cook when he pauses you. “Am I really your boyfriend?”
“If you wanna be, yeah,” he grins all big – achingly cute before he decides to be a perv and pinch your ass instead. “Hey!”
“What a dumb question…” He kisses you quick, sighing against your lips, tummy growling.
“I better feed your ass – go sit.”
“Yes, mom-”
“Sukuna!?”
“Ahem – yeah fine, brat,” he can’t stop the grin on his face – not even when your kid fucks with him again, you look way too cute cooking in the kitchen.
Sukuna could be a stepdad, right?
Beat some sense into your kid, and give you another <3
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