hello guys, I've never opened up about my personal life here before so excuse me for spilling all this bullshit.
i will not be uploading again... I'll be going on a hiatus because I've been feeling overwhelmed, insecure and really depressed these past months, I can't sleep properly at night and I've been experiencing a lot... I don't think i am mentally well, i hate myself and I'm starting to hate everyone around me, i feel really fucking sad, i feel empty, i really hope I'll feel better, I can't go to therapy because of my parents, i just can't bring myself to tell them and seek out for their help.
#PLAYING DRESS TO IMPRESS (a Roblox game) WITH STREAMER GOJO (u as his gf) ft. suguwuu
"get the fuck out off my stage!" "ewwww!!" "hell nawhh" words that gojo have spat in the last few hours while playing dress to impress with you, "shut the fuck up gojo" you'd almost cry, laughing. "hell nah baby, their outfit's so not it! one star!" he shouts, what a big baby "chat tell me what the codes are" he says, "Kittyuhh-" he squints reading his twitch comments, "K-I-T-T-Y-U-H-" he spells, and oh boy you're rolling in laughter, "OH MY GOSH BABE LOOK IT'S A FUCKING CAT! - IT'S CASEOH'S CATTT GRAAAAA!!" "BABY CHILL!" all you can do was laugh.. as you watched him crash out when he got last place on dress to impress, "HOW DARE THEY?!?- 10TH PLACE?!? REALLY?! THEY DON'T HAVE TASTE I SWEAR!" and all hell breaks loose when suguru joined the two of you.
"how the hell do you change this?!?" suguru shouts, "click this you dumbass!" satoru would yell, it was chaotic.
"oh my goodness who is this?!? it's not giving! one star!" satoru says, "but 'toru that's me.." satoru's eyes widen, as the chat goes wild, spamming "OH SHIT" "HELL NOO" "YOU'RE DEAD!" satoru blinked twice as he looked at suguru, who's red as fuck from holding his laugh, "WHAT?! IT'S DEFINITELY 5 STARS OH MY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BABY??"
Sooo picture this lmao scrolling thru your TikTok, bored whilst sukuna preparing dinner for the two of you when you come across a beabadoobee song with a dance trend, your eyes lit up as soon as you watched it boredom leaving your body, an idea sparking up on your big big brain, you bit your lip in excitement before memorizing the steps carefully, as soon as you memorized the steps you went to the kitchen to find your boyfriend.
"Kuku, let's do this please!" You chimed startling Sukuna, "W-what?"
"Come on babyy, the steps are really easyyy!" You begged, "Can't that wait?" He raised his eyebrows,
"nope I'll teach you comeee!" You giggled dragging him to the living room.
"So you go like this, and this and that's it!" You said, guiding him and teaching him the steps, "How do you even pronounce the name of this artist!?" His eyebrows twitched as he rehearsed the steps you've taught, "that's it nice! I'll record now ok?" You laughed, before pressing the record button on your phone.
The music starts, and both of you did the little dance and oh boy, he was looking at you all that time you both danced. He is so in love, before the video ends he pulls you in to kiss your cheek, and you'd stand there for a solid ten seconds....
"Kuna did you turn off the stove?"
He did not.
You posted the video after and the video kinda blew up, and Sukuna burnt your and his dinner.
Husband! Sukuna with a big, fat wedding ring he ties around a necklace n’ keeps close to his heart. Or, at least, that was the teasing excuse you’d made up - and the one that Sukuna had so fervently declined (it was totally the reason- shhhh.)
Husband! Sukuna that stays up late polishing and cleansing off every speck n’ stupid piece of dust on his most prized treasure - after you, that is. And if you catch him - hell no, you didn’t.
Husband! Sukuna toying with his hefty band whenever he’s going out on an errand without your pretty presence. Twiddling it once, twice, thrice while assuring you that of course he’s gonna come back home safely. Who the hell do you think he is?
Husband! Sukuna pulling out the very same ring and flashing it towards whatever persistent extra that’d pushed past his RBF and thought they had a chance with him. “You see this? This is a sign that m’gonna go home right now and fuck my wife until she can’t walk.”
Husband! Sukuna popping the question again - over and over right in the middle of it. Before pulling another, matching wedding band to slide right on top of your original. And he won’t look at you - won’t even try - when he’s muttering into the soiled sheets, “Let’s get married all over again.”
missionary but you keep apologizing for being loud so he tells you to “stop fucking apologizing” and tilts your head so your mouth is lined up with his ear and just fucks you harder
Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?
Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.
Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.
“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”
Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-
“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.
You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.
Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”
“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.
Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“
“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.
You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.
Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.
“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.
You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”
“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.
You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.
Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.
All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.
You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.
Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”
You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”
“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”
And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.
One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.
He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead?
Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.
He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.
Now that was a sight to see.
“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.
When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.
Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.
Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering.
You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?”
The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock.
Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.
“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”
He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??
Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.
You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”
All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.
His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.
It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”
You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs.
Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.
Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.
Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—
“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him.
Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.
Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.
You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.
A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”
“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”
You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”
Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”
Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.
His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”
Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”
