⤷ ゛sukuna desperately trying to get the hot lifeguard’s attention using his nephew yuuji. you, the lifeguard, are not very impressed. ˎˊ˗
contents. sukuna x fem reader | beach lifeguard!reader | part 2?
the sun was a merciless bastard, baking the sand until it shimmered. you, perched high on your lifeguard stand, were the only relief in sight. sunglasses perched on your nose, whistle glinting, you were the undisputed ruler of this stretch of beach and sukuna, sprawled on a towel like a lazy lion, was utterly captivated.
he’d been watching you for an hour. the way you scanned the water, the authoritative tilt of your head, the way your sun-kissed skin looked in that red swimsuit. he needed to have you. but you were a quite literally blind to his want and every attempt to get your attention had failed.
“oi, brat,” he grunted, nudging the pink-haired teenager next to him with a foot. yuuji, who had been happily building a rather lopsided sandcastle, looked up, sand clinging to his nose.
“what, uncle sukuna?” yuuji asked, squinting.
“see that lifeguard?” sukuna didn’t point, just jerked his chin in your direction. “i need her to notice me.”
yuuji blinked. “so… go talk to her?”
“don’t be a simpleton,” sukuna scoffed. “she’s too focused on her job. we need to create a distraction. maybe an emergency.”
yuuji’s eyes widened, immediately darting to the calm ocean. “a real one? is someone drowning?”
“no, you imbecile. a fake one.” sukuna’s eyes glinted with a terrible plan. “you. you’re going to pretend to drown.”
yuuji’s face fell. “what? no! that’s mean! and what if i actually get in trouble?”
“you won’t,” sukuna said, his voice brooking no argument. “it’s shallow. just flail around a bit. act pathetic. it’s your specialty.”
“it is not my specialty!” yuuji protested, but sukuna had already grabbed him by the back of his swim trunks and was dragging him toward the water.
“just do it, you little shit. or i’ll tell your mother about the time you tried to use her good kimono as a cape.”
yuuji groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. “fine! but you owe me. like, a lot of ice cream.”
he waded into the water, looking back with a look of pure, theatrical dread. then, with a sigh that could be heard from the shore, he started flailing his arms and yelling in the most unconvincing way possible. “oh no! help! i am… drowning! augh! water!”
sukuna watched, ignoring the urge to cover his face with secondhand embarrassment eating him alive, in favour of waiting for you. but you didn’t move much, leaned forward in your seat and when you saw yuuji standing and then deliberately falling in, you just gave a slow, irritated shake of your head, and went back to scanning the horizon. your expression was clear: nice try, kid.
sukuna couldn’t even blame you.
“useless,” sukuna snarled under his breath. yuuji stopped flailing, a look of utter humiliation on his face as he walked back to the shore, dripping and defeated.
“she didn’t buy it!” yuuji whined.
“gee i wonder why,” sukuna deadpanned as he slapped the back of yuuji’s head. he walked over to the edge of the water where yuuji stood, then, without a word, he shoved his nephew squarely in the chest. yuuji, caught completely off guard, toppled backward with a surprised squawk and a dramatic splash, landing in a shallow dip that was, admittedly, just a little deeper than he was tall.
“hey!” yuuji’s head broke the surface, coughing and sputtering for real this time, his eyes wide with genuine panic. “what was that for?!”
but sukuna was already looking up at your stand, a smug, expectant grin on his face. now, he thought. now she has to come.
he saw you sigh with profound annoyance written on your face. you slid down the side of your stand and began walking toward the water. sukuna’s heart did a triumphant little flip. finally.
you strode past him, not even sparing him a glance. you walked straight into the water, up to your waist, and hooked a strong arm around confused yuuji and guided him back to shore.
as you deposited him safely on the sand, you finally turned to sukuna, your gaze sharp and icy. you leaned in, the smell of coconut sunscreen and salt water filling his senses, making him feel dizzy for a reason that had nothing to do with the sun. his plan was working… wasn’t it?
“did you just seriously push him in?” you asked, your voice even.
sukuna’s grin only widened. he leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble. “i just wanted to get your attention. you’re a very hard woman to distract.”
“i’m a lifeguard,” you said flatly. “it’s my job to see through bullshit.”
“then you must see i’m serious,” sukuna said, his red eyes locked on yours. “the kid’s fine. i wouldn’t actually hurt him.” he offered a dismissive wave at yuuji, who was currently trying to cough up a lung on the sand behind them. “he’s tougher than he looks. the point is, i got you down here. and since you’re here, how about we skip the near-drowning and you just let me take you out for a drink?”
you stared at him, a storm of irritation swirling in your eyes. your lips pressed into a thin line.
“you are an ass,” you said, poking a finger into the center of his chest. sukuna resisted the urge to grip your wrist in his hand.
sukuna’s grin was utterly insufferable. “and you’re hot. so, what do you say?”
yuuji, finally recovered, scrambled to his feet. “uncle sukuna! i’m telling mom you tried to drown me!”
“shut up, yuuji,” sukuna said without looking away from you. “can’t you see i’m in the middle of something?”
you crossed your arms, your gaze flickering from his arrogant smirk to yuuji’s indignant, pouty face.
“you guys look weirdly identical.”
“no, he’s uglier.” “no, he’s uglier!” yuuji and sukuna both say in unison.
a small, reluctant smile finally tugged at the corner of your lips. you shook your head, the fight draining out of you. yes, he was an absolute menace, but he was also, infuriatingly, very, very charming. he’s been told so many times.
“one drink,” you said, holding up a finger. “and if you try to drown anyone else to get my attention, i’m having you banned from the beach. permanently.”
sukuna’s smile was triumphant. “agreed. i only need one chance.” he glanced over at yuuji. “see, kid? patience is a virtue.”
“you pushed me into the water!” yuuji yelled.
“whatever, loser,” he turned back to you, his expression softening into something almost genuine. “what’s your name, pretty?”
you told him, along with your number, and then you walked back to your stand, the whistle swinging against your chest. sukuna watched you go, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. he’d gotten what he wanted, after all.
you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.
“sukuna…? it’s 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?”
“i missed you, sweetheart.” he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.
“good god you’re wasted.”
“m nottt—.”
“let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
“nooo.” he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.
“come on, big guy.” you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.
“that’s not my name.”
you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hair—right before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.
“kuna ew you reek of alcohol!”
“gods, why do you put up with me?” he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.
“w—what?” you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against you—because sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.
rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.
“t’ good for me y’know..”
“oh? what’s this about, kuna?”
“you’re soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really don’t deserve you.”
drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculous—ryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?
“oh ryo…”
“don’t say—anything.”
“i won’t, ryo.” you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.
“i love you, kuna:
“i—love you too.” he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a person—it wouldn’t be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you would’ve gotten him drunk ages ago.
you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.
i lowk forgot how to write bro. but we’re so close to another milestone i’m so freaking hyped ily guys and trust me i’m cookin
rnb music plays quietly in the background as you lay back on sukuna's bed. he's currently sitting at his desk in the door preparing his papers and grinder. you enjoy seeing him from the back, usually shirtless but tonight he's wearing that tour merch from that one 90s band you can't remember the name of right now.
you hold your lip between your teeth, watching Sukuna's shoulders move every now and then as he grinded up the weed.
"would you ever teach me how to roll?" your voice is a little quieter as if you're suddenly aware of your tone.
Sukuna scoffs, "no, you'd waste this shit."
you mock offence, "how'd you know i'm not good at this already?"
sukuna mutters back, still focused on rolling. "when i asked how much i should pick up you said a medium."
"you know what i meant though" you retort back.
"no i didn't dipshit."
you keep quiet, moving your gaze up to the ceiling as you curse him silently. you like the atmosphere in the room right now, the music is low and the lighting is low too, setting a calm and intimate atmosphere. you don't smoke much but when you agree to Sukuna's offer he also makes sure to make you as comfortable as possible. even though you've smoked a few times with Sukuna there's always a part of him that watches over you.
after a minute or two sukuna makes his way over, twisting the end of the blunt. "you ready?" he asks, without looking back.
all you can do is nod, already anticipating the high.
sukuna starts it, he always does.
your eyes close in on the way that he takes each puff, holding his breath for a moment before inhaling allowing the end of the blunt to light up. you watch his chest move up and down before a wave of heavy smoke leaves those lips you love to kiss everynight.
you find your lip moving under your teeth and you can't tell if its the anticipation of wanting to kiss sukuna or wanting to smoke that hits you the most.
sukuna's not blind to your eagerness and he takes a couple more puffs before handing it over to you.
copying his hand gesture, you hold the blunt between your fingers before placing it between your lips. you take a short breath in, holding it, before exhaling with the smoke leaving your mouth.
you don't have to meet sukuna's eyes to know that he's watching you.
he lets out a tut, "you're not inhaling properly."
"fuck." you let out a little cough, feeling it in the back of your throat. it burns a little but you know sukuna has a water bottle on stand by.
"breath in."
you follow what he says, placing the blunt between your lips.
"hold it. breath in again. exhale."
smoke leaves your lips and this time you let out a coughing fit, it burns the back of your throat even more, leaving your eyes becoming watery. "fuck me,"
"you got it." sukuna murmurs, "a few more pulls if you can take it."
you nod, taking another drag. you remember sukuna's words this time and follow, it doesn't take long before you feel heavy yet light headed at the same time.
your mouth turns dry as you pass the blunt back to sukuna. he merely smirks a little, "feeling it already?" it takes a little longer for him to get high but it helps him to watch over you first.
you can't pull your eyes away from him - away from his lips. in this dark lighting he looks more beautiful than ever. he notices your stare of course, he asks if he has anything on his face but you merely shake your head, mouth ajar like you're stunned.
to be honest sukuna loves seeing you like this. he thinks it brings out the clingy side of you, in the next ten minutes or so when this blunt is finished you'll start yapping about whatever subject caught your interest online this week. but that's okay because sukuna would listen to anything you say.
he won't admit that outright to you but it's true.
and then another blunt later, you'll be too out of it to continue the conversation but that's okay because that's when sukuna becomes the chatty one. you've never seen him speak so much sober, realising how much of a nerd / loser he really is in his spare time. if you're really lucky and if he thinks you look cute begging then he'll share some stories about his childhood with you. he only tells you because he thinks you won't remember in the morning but you somehow always do.
if he ends up falling asleep first, you find yourself watching him sleep, stroking his hair gently or letting your finger run down the curve of his nose. he's so precious, especially when he doesn't have that moody look on his face. or even letting your fingers graze the tattoos over his face, as if you were somehow etching them into his skin, leaving your mark forever.
Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend
“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”
“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.
A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”
The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.
Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.
“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.
“I’m working, so duh.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”
He took a sip without breaking eye contact.
“Boyfriend piss you off again?”
Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.
“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”
“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.
Sukuna snorted. “Again?”
“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.
“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”
Silence.
Because he was.
You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.
“You make excuses for him a lot.”
“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”
“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”
Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”
“He was.”
You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.
“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”
Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”
“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.
God, that grin was dangerous.
“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”
“You’re drunk right now.”
“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”
That shouldn’t have affected you.
But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.
The touch felt unfairly warm.
“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”
Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.
“I would.”
Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.
“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
miya osamu used to laugh at people claiming they "fell in love at first sight," until it happened to him.
it was his first year at inarizaki high, and he needed to have his and atsumu's application forms signed by the vice principal—which was stupid in his mind since it wasn't like they were going to be going out of campus every single campus. but he really wanted to join the club (plus atsumu was there and he doesn't have the heart to leave his twin just yet).
speaking of his twin brother, he was currently stuck in the restroom, fighting for his life after drinking spoiled milk.
and so, here he was about to knock on the vice prinicpal's door, mouth already open to excuse himself, before a loud scream echoed from inside the room. "The hell do ya mean denied?!" the voice was shrill and obviously upset about something, yet there was a strange tug from osamu's heart when he heard it.
another voice soon followed. this one was more mellow and on the quieter side. "senpai! don't yell at the vice principal!"
the vice principal's voice agreed. "listen to yer kohai, [last name]-san, it'll do ya some good."
osamu blinked, pocketing the surname he had heard for future purposes. he looked at his outstretched hand, ready to knock on the door. then, at the door itself, which hid the screaming match from him. then, back at his hand again.
he placed his hand back to his side and pressed his ear on the door.
"'m sorry but i don't agree to this decision at all!" you shouted.
"good thing my word's the decision then," the vice principal hummed.
"we're sorry, vice principal—"
"no!" you intervened, cutting off your kohai. "'ve been tryna make ta bakin' club legit since last year, but ya always turn us down."
osamu's interest was immediately piqued. baking club? inarizaki high doesn't have a baking club? why was that?
"an' i've been tellin' ya since last year: just enter the cookin' club."
a strangled cry came from you, which was followed by your kohai trying to calm you down.
"vice principal, bakin' is a science!" you declared. a loud bang and a startled yelp echoed. "we cannot be share space with the cookin' club 'cuz we'll be fightin' for every single ingredient, utensil, an' equipment!"
"[lastname]-senpai!"
osamu backed away from the door as a scuffle seemed to be happening inside. damn, you're really into baking to be fighting this hard for a club, huh? his heartbeat quickened as he continued to listen to your passionate monologue about how baking is superior to cooking (which he would have to disagree; they were both hard to do), how the baking club needed it's own space to cultivate, and how you'll never reach your potential if you were stuck doing omelets for the remainder of your high school life.
honestly, osamu was rooting for you to win... unfortunately, it seemed that you really angered the vice principal.
"that's it! a week suspension for ya, [lastname]-san! reflect on yer actions an' maybe i'll entertain yer idea."
"ya've been sayin' that since last year too!"
the door suddenly slid open and osamu swore his breathe just got stolen away. you looked absolutely radiant—too beautiful to put into words. even with a deep scowl on your perfect face, you'd managed to quicken his heartbeat like he had just finished a whole three sets of volleyball. when your sharp eyes landed on him, he corrected his posture, praying that his hair was having a good day and that there wasn't any seaweed stuck between his teeth.
though, before he could greet or have the chance to flirt with you, you sneered, "what'cha lookin' at, ugly ass dust feather?"
he blinked, caught off-guard by your insult.
yet he wasn't really offended by it. oh no, more like his heart soared through the air, backflipped in space, and crash-landed back into his chest. you were not only pretty, a baker (he assumed), and a mean senpai at that?
damn, you were a package deal!
you didn't bother apologising, turning to walk down the hallway, hair swaying with each step. after you, your kohai left the room, an exasperated look on her face as she bowed to osamu. "'m sorry! [lastname]-senpai didn't mean ta insult ya, i swear!"
again, before he could even speak, your kohai ran after you, scolding you for your brash behaviour.
osamu could only watch as you disappear from the hallway. his lips moved on its own, mouthing your surname like a prayer to the gods as his grip on his and atsumu's application forms tightened.
he wondered how piss his twin would be if he decided to switch to a none existent club.
is it cliche to use a baker! reader with osamu. yes. do i regret it. absolute not lmao
Choso and you have been cucking Sukuna for weeks - all to get revenge on him cheating on Mario Kart. Well, when Choso decides to gift you with a dildo moulded after his own dick? It leaves Sukuna alone with you finally - only for you to torture him on Tomodachi life, making him fall in love with Satoru!!! Well, Sukuna's had enough, time to teach you a lesson. Or... so he thinks.
pairings - sukuna x reader x choso
warnings- rage baiting Sukuna, cucking him as revenge for Mario kart hehe, fingering, squirting, p in v sex, mean sukuna, he's so mad Abt tomodachi lifeee, cream pie, lots of biting, cucking choso this time hehe (dw he loves it)
This is a sequel to Pretty Please - my comm for my sweet bb @martianzmars who I love so so much. wc - 4.5k
It’s been weeks since Sukuna first got cucked by you – all over a stupid fucking video game at that – and now? He’s had to hear you getting backshots from Choso every goddamn night, had to hear that boy whimpering in the room, knowing you were riding him. He has walked right by your room – the door open, the sight of you lifting your ass up and right back down his roomate’s cock.
Sometimes you glare over your shoulder right at him, riding cock like you’re made for that shit.
As for Sukuna?
Well he’s left to jerk off to the sounds and the way your hips curve, stroking his cock and resting his head against the door once he rushes to his room, thinking of all the ways he would ruin your cunt when he finally gets the chance. How he’d make you know the shape, bruise your cute little cervix, have you squirt and drool until you were dumb off him.
“Fucking petty little brat,” he’d moan out your name, picturing all the handprints he’d leave all over your ass – the bruises he’d dig in as he hears you riding Choso till he cums.
Oh, and Choso?
Well he’s clearly fucking loving this, torturing Sukuna and having you all to himself. He’ll tug you on his lap as he hits the bowl and pass it to Sukuna with this mean smile. The nice guy act? Sukuna knows better, Choso was a nice person until it came to you, then he was a complete territorial little shit
When Sukuna would sit next to you on the couch, Choso would make sure to wrap his arm around you. He’d leave marks all over you, too, and didn’t let you out of his damn sight. Sukuna hasn’t even had a moment alone with you hardly, and when he does, you decide to torture him.
You loved to just shamelessly walk around with your pretty tits half out, shorts riding up the curve of your ass, you’d bend over right in front of him when you grabbed a drink from the fridge. Smiling at him all fucking evil when you catch him staring – oh, and when Sukuna thought for just a moment he’d get you alone? Your mean ass would tease the ever loving fuck out of him.
‘Hey Kuna,’ you’d lean all close, a hand on his chest, letting him grip an ass cheek and drag you close, he knows you fucking want him, too, but you’re too stubborn to admit it. ‘What’s wrong? You look mad.”
‘Tch, asking me what’s wrong?’ he’d raise a brow and tug you so close against him that you could feel it – his cock straining his pants, pressed on your lower tummy. You’d bite back a moan, but he could hear it.
Just when he thought he’d have you?
Well, here came your knight in fucking armor – stoned ass Choso coming to rescue his damn princess peach.
All of this was over Mario Kart of all things.
Mario Kart and you’re still mad.
“Mean ass lil brat,” he mumbles one night, barring you against the fridge door when you go to shut it, pinning you between his hard chest and the cool stainless steel, your nipples press up with need as he’s right there.
“Me, mean?” You laugh at that, thighs pressing together like on instinct – Choso’s cum is still trickling out of your needy hole as Sukuna’s huge ass hovers over you, a thigh slotting itself right between yours.
You barely catch a breath, it feels so good, Choso’s got you all sensitive and you do want Sukuna inside you, fuck all you’ve done with him was cuck and tease him – but he just didn’t deserve to yet. You are rightfully still infuriated that he cheated in Mario Kart, and he should suffer his consequences, even if you loved the way his muscled thigh felt against you.
“You act like you don’t want my cock inside you,” he tilts your chin up, watching you bite down on your lip. “Want me in all your holes, huh? Admit that shit.”
“No, I don’t,” you feel your heart race at your damn lie, giggling when he scowls even deeper. “I don’t!”
“Lemme guess, because of fucking Mario Kart.”
“Yep,” you push past him and he grips you, turning you so that your back is pressed against him – he’s so fucking big your ass barely hits those muscled thighs, his hand splaying your tummy, long, tattooed fingers spread all over. “Kuna…”
“I know I could watch my cock move inside you,” that fucks you up, as much as you act unaffected and just petty, you do wanna know what it feels like. “Admit it, brat, you want me.”
Sukuna chuckles all mean – you want him even more, ugh. “Admit you suck at Mario kart.”
His laugh cuts off, red eyes narrowing. “No!??!”
“Good night, Kuna,” you tug off him, just to get his teeth sinking into your shoulder, sharp and leaving marks as you gasp out. “Ow!?”
“Hey, what’s up?” Choso walks out – shirtless with his pajama pants with cute lil pandas all over them, he yawns and looks at you two, raising a brow as he scratches at his stomach all sleepy.
“He’s not admitting he sucks at mario kart!”
“She’s not admitting she wants my dick.”
“I don’t!?”
“Why are you using my dildo then, huh?” You blush, turning and shoving at the big ass, thick fucking man you live with, Choso just sighs.
“Are you all fighting again?”
“Well aren’t you happy we are?” Sukuna asks, Choso blinks all innocently as you rush over to him, slipping an arm around you. “Acting like she’s all yours. I had her squirting all over my fingers.”
“Well,” Choso trails off, a hand on your hip, smiling lazily. “She just squirted all over my mouth, so...”
“Fuck you both,” like he wouldn’t die to have you ride his face – Choso’s living his damn dream. Sukuna walks up to you and grips your chin, tugging it up so you have to look at his tall ass. “Wait till I get your bratty ass alone, won’t be able to fucking talk, will you?”
Your throat goes dry – the thought of Sukuna losing his shit on you?
You’re soaked – mixing with Choso’s cum that you’d love to have fucked back inside you by Sukuna. Instead you bat your lashes all innocent and cute. “Oh, I’ll still be able to talk – I’ll tell you how you suck so bad at games you cheat.”
“Me!?”
“You!”
“All right, bed time,” Choso has to carry you away from the six foot five, scowling ass pink haired man, pouting once you’re in his room. “I want you to have a dildo made from my dick, baby.”
“Oh,” you giggle now, hands sliding up his chest. “You do?”
He nods all eagerly, lower lip jutting out. “It’s not fair that Sukuna has one.”
“But you get to fuck me?”
“Still, baby please?” He takes your hand and you giggle, nodding.
Why wouldn’t you want Choso’s cock to add to your extensive collection? You’ll use it and Sukuna’s together.
You wonder just how much more you can piss him off.
The backshots would be worth it.
*****
“What the fuck is that!?” You scowl over at your roommate Sukuna the next morning, as you drag his character around on the screen – a perfect likeness really, you even have him in a pretty pink kimono.
“It’s your Mii,” his jaw sets in annoyance, ruby eyes narrowing at the version of himself with one fucking tooth, you’ve drawn his tattoos all over him – you’ve even drawn a penis on his goddamn face. “Isn’t he cute?”
“No he’s not fucking cute!? The fuck is that?” You start giggling and see his brows lower over his eyes. “Why am I wearing a dress!?”
“You love it, Kuna,” you giggle and pull another dress from the shop, handing it to his Mii and letting him put it on. He blushes and jumps up and down. “Look how much you love it! Oh my god, you’re so happy!”
“What am I even doing!?” He crosses his arms as you giggle at the screen, looking at the little Mii flashing his flashlight over and over at the little Satoru.
“You’re having fun,” you roll your eyes as if he’s asking some insane ass question.
“And that’s you?” You’re over there living with a Choso Mii, clearly head over heels. You giggle again, hand in front of your face.
“Mhm! Look, even this version of me loves Choso!”
Sukuna has had enough.
“I’m fucking done,” you gasp when he yanks the switch controller from your hands and throws it.
“Hey! Your Mii is getting ready for a european tour with Satoru-”
“You?”
“No,” you grin again. “I made your best friend Satoru a mii, the one from college, remember? You and him have this beautiful yaoi-”
Sukuna snatches you up so fast you gasp, throwing you over his shoulder, having you yelp and smack at him, only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass.
“Ow! Put me down you dick!” He tosses you right on the bed with an unceremonious bounce, you huff in indignation, staring up with your thighs spread – just enough for Sukuna to see the slick trail down it.
“I said sorry about your dumb fucking Mario Kart,” his hands slide up your thighs achingly slow, goosebumps sliding right up them, you can’t stop the whine that slips from your mouth, hands gripping the blankets tightly, bunching in your hands. “Yet here you are, torturing me over that shit.”
“Torturing you how?” You reach up and yank him down, letting him lay over you – his scowl fading, lips parted just a bit when you arch your hips, his hands sliding even higher. “Playing a video game?”
“No, by fucking Choso all goddamn day,” you giggle, but it’s cut off when he yanks you hips, dragging you against him so that your knees are bent, feet planted on the edge of the bed.
“Choso is sweet to me,” you murmur, fingers drifting up his chest, his neck, until a hand entangles in his pink locks, tugging hard at the root. “You’re fucking mean.”
“Me? You’re mean!?” he slams his lips on yours, hands against where your hips and thighs meet, thumbs just pressing in, your core tightens, breaths coming even faster. “Mean ass brat. Over falling off the rainbow road.”
“You’re the one who cheated, admit it,” he chuckles, dragging you against his length and watching your eyes roll back in your skull. “Mnh!”
“Don’t want it, huh?”
You swallow nervously now, nails sinking in until they sting his skin, he hisses through his teeth. “You really think you can handle me, Kuna?”
He laughs, throwing his head back, flipping you so quickly you’re dizzy, shoving your shorts right down your thighs, watching as they tremble, seeing that pussy that’s usually just full of Choso’s cum. “Can you take my dick, brat?”
“I can,” you’re already arching when he kneels down, his breath ghosting your cunt, laughing as you push back on it. “F-fuck…”
“What, gonna admit you want it?” His tongue flicks up your slit, moaning at that taste that coats his tongue, slipping right against that barbell. “Slutty lil cunt, bet I could fit in without any prep, you’re that messy.”
“Mnh,” you’re going to fuck with him later, but right now his teeth are nipping your clit so damn hard you’re gasping out. “Gonna bite it, really!?”
“You love that,” he’s stroking his cock – already leaking pre – parting your puffy lips to watch that hole wink. He pulls you wide open and then spits a glob of saliva right in your hole.
“Did you just spit on it? You’re such a slut – ngh!”
“Me?” He spits again, moaning as he stands up, shoving your head down and pinning your wrist behind your back – you’re arching more, you’ve already taken his cock in the form of that dildo he had made, you can’t help but want the real thing. “Look at you, all needy, arching like that. Been fucking yourself with my cock for months, hah…”
“Dick,” your words are muffled, head against the pillow, nails digging into your palm as a hand grips that wrist, and his cock lands on your ass with a filthy slap. “P-please…”
“Hah, please what? Please tell you – that I ‘suck’ at Mario kart? That I’m mad as fuck I can’t sink inside your slutty cunt and have to hear Choso whimper?” you just moan more, peeking back at him with lidded eyes, making his cock leak pre and drip it right down on the bed. Sukuna smacks your ass with his free hand with a loud smack. “Answer, brat.”
You’ll let Sukuna think he has control – for now – you really want backshots from him, after all.
“Please, in me,” your words fucking ruin him, how could he even imagine you’d be begging him to shove his cock inside you? He spits down your ass and lets it drip down your lips, shoving his pants down and freeing his cock. “Kuna…”
“You’re gonna be sweet for once? Because you want my cock? Hah,” you feel his spit slipping down, his cock slaps his flat abdomen, leaking white on the pink happy trail now, coating it. “Needy lil fuckin’ brat. Gotta be filled by the two of us?”
“Fuck,” he’s mean – but you love that shit, you want him to be mean, love when his hand clamps down on your wrist, pushing you down even further into the mattress.
“Say it,” he’s taunting you now, trying to exact his revenge as he runs his pierced tip right up and down your slit, faster and faster – edging you, breaking you down to where you forget just how annoyed you are with this giant dickhead you live with. “Say you wanna be fucked by both of us, not just him.”
“You’re so jealous,” your giggle is cut off when he pulls his cock back. “Ngh – Kuna, fuckin’ put it in, shit…”
“Nah,” he’s throbbing when he slips two thick fingers through the spit and precum he’s coated your pretty pussy with, swirling them and then shoving them in hard, making you spasm so damn fast. “Don’t tell me you’re that easy f’me, gonna come from my fingers?”
His fingers are thick and rough, years of football have them calloused as they massage your walls, rocking up and down and in and out of you, that clicking sound of just how wet your pussy is echoing in your ears. You’re dizzy from a few pumps, the way he curves up and down on that spot as you’re arched, shoving you down even further until your cries are muffled.
“Gonna squirt in less than a minute, tch,” he’s lost in how good you feel gripping his fingers, he can hardly stop himself from drinking your cunt again. “Love to make me so fuckin’ desperate because of a goddamn game.”
“I t-take it serious,” he laughs then, smacking your other ass cheek and watching that flesh rise up with his hand print. “Ah!”
“Yeah I can tell you do, bratty, mean little – fuck, you’re about to cum, huh?” You shatter before he can yank his fingers out and deny you it, squirting obscenely right down to your bed, legs quivering as that orgasm has your pussy flooded with that slick, so much it’s ridiculous. “Fuck, you squirt like that?”
“Mnh,” you can’t even manage a word, pussy tightening up after your orgasm, just for him to spit on you again, filthy and nasty with it, huge, tattooed hands gripping your hips and tugging you back. “Fuck me… god, put it in – or do you wanna fuck Satoru like your Mii did- ah!”
Sukuna slaps the fuck out of each ass cheek, over and over until you’re about to cum from the pain, hands digging into the covers as you arch your pussy up, he watches the sight of it all messy and glossy and almost cums himself. He strokes his needy cock, smearing that pre along his reddened tip, moaning all pornographic to the point just that is sending you.
“Say you want my cock inside.”
“No.”
“The fuck!?” You laugh again, you love torturing him, especially when he leans over you with his heavy weight, his chest pressing down on your back, hand gripping you underneath your chin and turning your face to him.
When you look into his pretty, dangerous red eyes though?
You’re fucked.
You just swallow, trying to catch your breath and act like you’re not actively losing all your control, until you gather yourself. Sukuna slips his thumb over your lip and you pretend to kiss it, only to sink your teeth in, laughing as he curses.
“You are an evil lil brat, swear to…” He moans when you back up on him, grinding your hips up and down. One of his hands squeezes your throat, the other planted right by your face. “Say it.”
“I said ‘fuck me’!”
“Say you want my cock inside, that you love my fucking dildo, say that shit you brat,” you smirk and almost ruin him, finally conceding a bit just so you can actually feel his cock inside.
“I want your cock inside me,” he loses it then, hearing your breathy whisper, seeing your eyelashes tremble as your lids lower. “Kuna, fuck me… god just put your cock inside, I can take it – I- ngh!”
Sukuna shoves his thick cock inside your needy cunt with one mean thrust, bottoming out instantly. Your eyes roll back as a desperate, breathy little moan escapes your lips – you’re stretched out so fucking good, his pierced tip just kissin’ your cute, puffy lil cervix. You’re so stretched out it’s intense, much more than the dildo you'd been secretly using still.
You couldn’t let Sukuna know how much better his real cock is than his toy, even if his dildo had worked you up to the feeling, there was no replica for that piercing, for those veins pulsing.
“Fuck, you're taking all my cock like you’re made for it," his hips jerk back and then shove forward, burying himself in your slick, hot pussy that’s stretching just for him, the initial resistance already passed. "Needy lil cunt, fuck she’s grippin’ me like she wants cum inside her, huh? That what you need?"
“Ngh…” You can’t talk, not when he’s sliding almost all the way out and then slamming back inside. The pretty little barbells underneath his tip catch on that spongy spot in your tacky walls, making you whine out. “Fuck!”
“Fuck,” as if he’s fairing much better, you’re taking all his goddamn cock inside, those puffy pussy lips stretching around his shafe. “Look at her, wanted this so fuckin’ bad, huh?”
Sukuna’s huge hands grip the curve of your hips hard enough to bruise, and you want him to, you want to bruise him just as bad. The thought has you quivering and spasming as he slowly shoves back in, maddening when his heavy, cum filled balls just smack right on your neglected, twitchy clit.
“Kuna… please…”
“Kuna please,” you scowl now, clamping down on his cock, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. “Stop that, god…”
“Don’t be a dick, I’ll have you c-cum so fast you, ah!” Sukuna scowls, gripping you at the waist and beginning to fuck you then. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“So fuckin’ needy, so bratty, only sweet when you’re stuffed full of cock, huh?” He begins to fuck all his frustrations out on your pussy, skin smacking loud in the room, cock stretching you out so full you feel him everywhere. “Can’t talk? I fuck you dumb already?”
Sukuna is a dick.
But you can’t talk, the faster he moves, slamming so hard inside you it hurts – you can take dick, too, but he’s so mean with it, balls smacking your clit where you need the friction. You reach down between your own thighs, resting on a shoulder and rubbing your own clit, only for him to snatch your wrist.
“Ah-ah,” he shoves your hand back on the mattress, fucking into you as his balls hit your clit again, torturing you. “You’re not gonna touch that lil clit.”
Oh fuck him.
“Your mii wants to m-move in with Satoru and have babies with-ah!” Sukuna slams even harder, filling you up so that his tip is bruising your cervix, his teeth biting your shoulder blade, hand taking your much smaller one over.
“Soaking wet, never even felt someone this wet,” Sukuna is too far gone now, you’re wrapping him too goddamn good, his chest slips across your arched back, shoving you further onto the bed. “Cucking me, edging me, so mean for what?”
“Mario – mnh! – Kart – will you j-just lemme touch my clit!?” He laughs then, his piercings catching on your sensitive spots in those quivering walls, making you gasp out all ragged, your eyes rolling back in your skull.
"Look at you, all that talk about Mario Kart and now you're drooling, can’t talk shit now, huh? Too full of cock?” His huge hand releases its grip and instead wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, everything fuzzy, until even without your clit played with you’re about to shatter. "Admit it - you've wanted this since I moved in."
"Never," you manage to gasp out the words, even though your body betrays you as you clench around him, slutty pussy completely not agreeing with you. “Won’t… harder, fuck me harder…”
He responds by pulling out almost completely, making you whine out. “When you admit that shit.”
“Okay, fuck, I want you,” you whine out all sweet, turning your face and kissing his lips, making him moan desperately into your mouth. “Please.”
“Mnh…”
“Did you whimper?”
“No!?” You’re laughing when he flips you around, cock dripping with all your slick, smacking it on your puffy cunt with loud thwacks as he pins you underneath him. “Didn’t whimper.”
“You did,” your giggle is fucking cute – not that Sukuna would tell you, he’s too stubborn to admit you’re so pretty he melts around you. No, instead he glares and shoves your thighs to your chest. “Hey! I can’t bend that way!?”
“Sure ya can,” his fingers press into the plush of those thighs, cock slammed right back inside, both of you moaning as he fills you up. “God…”
Sukuna paused for a moment, kissing you all sweet as he crushes you with his weight, making you bite his lip. He glares, so you bite his shoulder, even harder, giggling at the teeth marks.
“You’re so fucking evil, I’m fucking you like this and you’re biting me?” You bite him again, feeling his cock twitch inside you, his sooty pink lashes fluttering shut. “Stop it, brat.”
“You’re gonna crush me, so heavy, mnh!”
“Callin’ me fat? Tch,” Sukuna bites your ear so hard you gasp out, your nails dragging down his back, leaving scratch marks that slip all across. “Mnh…”
“Whimpering again, hah,” you’re digging your nails in harder, eyes fluttering closed with just how needy you are for him, teeth sinking into a well muscled bicep, right over a black tattoo. “Aw, Kuna, you’re so close, huh?”
“Can’t stand your ass,” he’s about to bust, he barely holds back as his balls start tensing and throbbing, hands shoving your thighs further apart when they threaten to close. “I want my mii to move in with you.”
“No,” his brows lower, before you bite him right on his nipple. “Livin’ with Cho.”
“Ouch! Fuck that,” you giggle and he throws you around again, but this time on your tummy, prone bone right over you. His hand wraps your throat again as he shoves his cock fully inside, your head falling back. “Stop biting me!?”
“You love it,” he does – but–
“Oh… hi?” Sukuna groans as he hears Choso – no damn way was he not going to cum inside you.
“Go the fuck away.”
“No, stay,” Choso chuckles, setting aside the box – his cock has been made into a pretty pink dildo just for you! He can’t wait till you see it, though just hearing your slutty pussy and your moans are wrecking him. “Mngh… Cho…”
“Hi pretty baby,” he walks over as your other roommate is pumping your pussy full, he can’t help but moan at the sight. “Is he being nice to you?”
“Nice, hah – she’s biting me and making my Mii fuck Satoru!” Choso snorts in laughter. “It’s not funny?”
“I made your mii, isn’t he cute?” Sukuna might kill Choso, as he walks over and sits in the pretty pink chair, thighs spread. “Can I watch you ride him, baby?”
“No, get out-”
“Mhm,” you turn your head to look at Sukuna. “On your back.”
“Fuck that, I…” He sighs, he sure isn’t gonna turn down getting ridden by you, even if Choso’s over there unzipping his pants. He rolls on his back just for you to run to choso and give him a quick kiss, his hand glides down to your cunt, taking some of those juices from it and sucking them off his fingers. “Get over here!?”
“Impatient ass!” You giggle when Choso presses kisses to your nipple, sucking one in his mouth. “I missed you, Cho.”
“I’m right fucking here, cock out! Get on it, brat,” you stomp over as Choso spits on his cock, moaning at the sight of you straddling Sukuna. Sukuna himself can’t help but whimper a third time, his cheeks all flushed when you sink right down on his cock, his black nails pressing into your hips. “Fuck… Show me what you got, huh?”
“Lemme see you pretty,” you giggle and look back at Choso, just for Sukuna to snatch your chin up, forcing your gaze back on him.
“Eyes on me,” you can’t lie – it’s hot that he’s jealous, that he’s needy, it’s hot that Choso is whining out and the sounds of him stroking his cock are mixing with the wet sounds of your cunt sucking Sukuna in. “That’s it, ride me, fuck…”
“Kuna,” you tease, leaning low as if to kiss him, only to bite his chest again, he yanks your hair at the root, hissing at you as Choso strokes faster, seeing your pussy stretched like that. “You suck at Mario Kart. And your Mii is living with Satoru.”
“Fuck off, just… there just… mngh…” Sukuna busts so much it’s filthy, pumping in your walls and coating them, white ropes just pouring down his length, sticky and dripping out. Sukuna groans, gripping your hips bruising, Choso watches the white mess pour and groans.
He can’t wait for you to use his dildo next, but for the moment he’s perfectly content watching his pretty girlfriend torture and bite the shit out of Sukuna, especially when he gets to drink his cum right out of you. <3
yuji was sukuna’s worst nemesis—yes, you’d heard him say this a million times before, and he’d say it again, and no, he had no shame that he was quite literally trying to outsmart a toddler to get your attention.
the pink haired boy always clung to you like a parasite—always throwing a fit and sobbing if he wasn’t in your arms, and every single time he had a nightmare he’d crawl into your bee, plopping himself right between sukuna and you, and wailing until you gave him attention.
“sukuna quit staring at him.”
“he’s manipulating you and you’re falling for it, pretty.”
“sukuna he’s four!!” you were whisper shouting at him while yuji was curled up against your chest, drooling on your silken nightgown while sukuna eyed the kid like he had personally offended him.
what you never seemed to notice were the smug glances that yuji would throw at sukuna behind your back—sticking his little tongue out at him while you had yuji plopped over your shoulder while you cooked, while sukuna tried his hardest just to grit his teeth and mind his own business while the brat just hogged your attention.
the worst of it was when yuji would subtly bite sukuna’s hands when he tried to reach for you. he didn’t need to be that close to you, he practically got to see you all the time. so it was only fair that yuji always got your unbridled attention while he was around.
he would always wail, and cry a little louder if sukuna got too close—he knew pouting at you and blinking his brown eyes while they welled with tears always got you to pick him up and spin him around while sukuna managed to spiral on the couch, wondering if abandoning a child on the streets would be worth it.
but sukuna couldn’t deny the way his heart swelled when he saw you treat yuji with such care—always so gentle while you had him in your arms, ruffling the kid’s hair, and carrying him around everywhere as if he were your own.
the way you just seemed to love absolutely everything, the way you were just so patient with the both of them, had him confronting feelings that he didn’t know he was capable of.
and before he could stop his brain he was already picturing you in a flowy wedding dress; a bouquet in hand, only to be immediately snapped out of his daydream when a very chubby hand smacked him across the face, giggling.
“i’m gonna kill this brat.”
“step away from the child, kuna.” you said pointing your rolling pin straight at him. yeah. he was definitely gonna marry you. and at least then he’d have all your attention to himself.
reupload. @yoonsucks
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nerd camboy satoru uses you as his teaching prop. 18+
camboy satoru had made a name for himself all over the internet. his digital footprint consisted of scathing factitious self-sex and factious titles, deliberately curated, to earn the most clicks from his viewers. people watched. they paid. they requested. and mostly, they were interested. in him. who was he? what was he like outside of this?
at daytime, a nerd with the way his glasses hid those lazuline orbs of innocence. chapped lips bitten out of sheer anxiety. stutter whenever he talked to you, girls or anyone in particular. quantum knowledge that was presumed to be innate because how could such talent exist?
but at nighttime, a whore in front of the camera. and he somehow had you, his study partner, complicit in his licentiousness. it had innocently began with you mewling about your low grades in physics—solemnly imposing a oath. if he helped you earn at least a pass in the test, you would do whatever he asked. no bounds, no backing out. and now you were here. all because of your sworn statement.
your legs were unsurely open, tremors with trepidation. “trust me on this, hm?”, satoru comforted with that little awkward smile of his where one corner was tilted higher than the other. his eyes coruscant despite the barrier of his glasses, as if unearthing a sly indulgence of the situation. the camera, seemingly branded, tilted to only show the body—respecting your wishes of hiding your identity. the red flare indicated its broadcasting, thousands of viewers already garnered.
“hey guys, upon tons of requests i received from last time—today’s video will be focused on how to pleasure a woman”. it was as if he was a different person. as if snake skin was sloughed rebirthing a new one. “here, i’ve got a pretty girl with me. she’s a little camera shy so pardon us”, he tipped his head forward, encouraging. with a nod, you hesitantly waved a little at the camera, ever so bashful.
“so, firstly you need to be gentle with your lady. she is a human, not a toy. build the tension” with that, his salt bleached fingertips traced the outline of your pussy through the dampening panties. “tease her just a little. make her want it. want you. don’t force yourself” the middle digit of his rubbed at the overly saturated spot as your breath hitched out of sheer want. a chuckle from him. “hear how her breathing changed? yeah, she wants it”. you whined, feebly, when you felt a dollop of your arousal cascade down. embarrassing and consciousness nurturing your body as you squirmed in your position.
his lone hand switched from holding your pelvis in position to the meat of your breasts, a squeeze too firm. “don’t just focus down there, play with the rest of her body. worship the temple you’re blessed with.” his breath licked the heated skin of your ears, a sugary tone of profane grating words that were sure to exile a saint. “p-please–”, a pleading too weak, consumed by another porny moan.
“yeah, baby. i got you” he pulled the sticky fabric to the side, caressing and pacifying your soaked folds with his fingers. he traced the pattern of your mound down to your inner lips, each labia lulled by his feathery rubs. a bloom of writhing butterflies in your abdomen erupted from sensuous want, a subconscious grind of yours on his fingers signified the requirement. his fingers. inside of you. right now. “baby’s a little impatient huh?” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, clutching your thighs from closing.
a slender, bleak skinned finger inside of your wet hole. his fingers tried to open you up for another, simply rutting his pointer in and out of your pussy. “don’t go all two or three at once. it might hurt her. get her to open up more. loosen her up, tightness hurts”. he placed more plumose kisses on to your temple, in order to distract you from the abruptness of the second finger he slipped in.
two fingers conjoined to go inside and outside of your pulsating hole. two fingers that would come out sleek, drenched and go inside again in the same state.
squelches of his fingers stroking the inside your cunt was too loud, obscene echoes of water gushing and moans formed from the scorching heat. his other hand kept torturing you by moulding your breasts—rubbing the nipple between his thumb and pointer—swiping upwards on the tip making you jolt at times. “yeah, you are doing so good. taking my hand so good, hm?”
his fingers lurched in to your pussy deep. staining the walls with his imprints, denting crescents inside of your raw cunt. “yeah, are you about to cum?” he grunted against your ears, cauterising blood rushing through your head, burning your senses.
you moaned as you felt them curl, again. he had buried his fingers in to the hilt, you felt the heel of his palm grind on your clit, incessant lapping on the overtly sensitive clitoris bud. “yeah—she’s close. and when she is, focus on her clit. stimulate it more and more”
his two fingers wiped from your secreting hole and your bulbous bud, the hastiness lecherous and careless in spreading your sweetness all over. on the spur of the moment, you squirted out your orgasm in gushes—all over his working fingers, far enough on to the camera lens.
the sticky residue clung on to the epidermis of your thighs, breathing erratic from the arduous action only to be interrupted satoru’s sharp intake of air. “shit—the camera died midway.”
your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend was seated on your couch, his hair messy with his arm slung on the backrest, his entire body relaxed while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. it was unfair how sukuna’s biceps always lured you in like a siren’s call, big, beefy and inked so prettily it made you wanna take a bite out of him. and he wasn’t even trying to flex his arms.
you always ignored that irrational part of your brain that told you to sink your teeth into his flesh, but your legs moved of their own accord and before you knew it—
chomp.
your teeth dug into his meaty bicep, while you started at the absolute horror on his face as he let out a sharp yelp.
“woman get off of me.”
“noh my mouf is full.” is all you mutter, your cheeks puffed out before you bite down on his arm again.
he tries to wriggle his arm free, while you slowly pull away from his arm, a string of saliva connecting you to the circular bite mark that now sat perfectly on his bicep.
his face was tinged the brightest shade of red, the flush creeping up his neck while you giggled at his reaction.
“aw kuna don’t tell me you were into that.”
and right as you eyes scanned his body you could see the boner straining his pants, his cock hardening at the mere action of you chomping down on his arm like a cat.
“OHMYFUCKING GOD YOU ACTUALLY ARE!!” you squealed before hopping onto his lap almost immediately while he groaned, tilting his head backwards while you grinned at him.
“my teeth have prayed for times like this, kuna.”
“that sounds like a threat.” he says, almost pained while you bite down on one of his cheeks, your teeth leaving tiny imprints while you moved down his neck to his shoulders, gently nibbling on the skin as you continued.
“it’s not a threat if i can feel your dick pressing up against me, kuna.”
“i—“
“your secret’s safe with me, baby.” you whispered into his ears, right before you bit him once again, his entire body flushed while he let out the softest whimper against you.
“you’re gonna kill me, woman.”
“mhmmm doesn’t matter ‘m too busy eating you up.”
last one and im DONE this is also an old ass reupload. @yoonsucks @yorikae
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
Can readers stop shaming smut jjk authors just because we write smut mostly?
We do this as an outlet for our own enjoyment not for you to judge
“Why are jjk authors so damn horny all the time?!?!? They are sex obsessed freaks!!¡¡”
This is exactly why I write what I write. I write smut because it’s my way of wanting to be appreciated and cared for because it’s my coping mechanism (shocker i know 🙄)
Where do you expect for women to put their sexual energy towards? What if we don’t have the proper resources to help relieve that stress? Better yet, SEXUAL SHAME. I’m so tired of these dog water swamp ass shit from butt takes 😭
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is cold in the middle of the night, so he cuddles up next to you and kuna
it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.
but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.
a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.
“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.
“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.
a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.
ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”
“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.
“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”
“nooo!”
“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.
silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.
“you are not. get-“
sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.
as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.
he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.
def taking reqs for them… gonna make this a series if i have enough ideas
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