➷ THE FRATERNITY HAS A HIGH STAKE HIGH REWARD NO NUT NOVEMBER, FEATURING: FRAT!KUNA [FWB]
[ TAGS ] — 18+. mdni. nsfw. HURT/COMFORT. filth. ráw. fwb. scent kink. creampie. sukuna drinks your squirt ❤︎. spitting. sukuna’s a munch. dacryphilia. sukuna cums a lot. squirting. pussy spanking. fratboys are the worst. slight angst. wc: 8.1k
the boys stayed up for hours arguing. each one having a chance to speak before it turned into a big debate. luckily for them kento nanami — who is not part of the fraternity, but a dear friend to them — was also present during this discussion and acted as a moderator on the night of October 29th.
nanami deadpans as the president stands up, slamming his hand against the wall, silencing the arguing juniors.
“what i say is fucking final!” president gojo screeches.
sukuna, lounged on a chair, legs spread and arms crossed watches in disinterest. similarly, geto is leaned against the wall, rubbing his temple in frustration.
nanami decides to step in, “the whole point of this discussion is so that everyone can agree. if no one agrees with the terms of the competition, or the rewards, than they have no obligation or want, to even participate in it.” his words are put so simply, that sukuna is nodding along, followed by the rest of the juniors, except for a few who are still siding with their president.
gojo’s hands fly to his hair, groaning in disbelief. “does being president mean nothing to you guys?!”
“it’s a competition and voluntary, so calm down,” geto says.
“I am calm!” gojo snaps, arms crossing and sitting back in his chair with a grunt. he shoots his high school friend a glare, “solve it, kento.”
nanami rubs his temple in controlled irritation, how did he get mixed up in all this? but he wasn’t going to lie and say it wasn’t a little entertaining. he stands, taking his place beside the huge white board gojo was making a mess off. erasing it, and picking up the dry eraser marker. he jots down the three rewards, and the rules that were discussed in these hours.
reward:
1. party dictatorship — winner gets full control of the next three frat parties, including the Christmas party — playlist, themes, invites, booze, budget, everything — and everyone remembers what happened last time Sukuna ran one…the roof incident — so the others are desperate for sukuna NOT to win.
2. the president’s favor — frat president gojo owes the winners one favor of choice — no limits, no questions asked.
3. blackmail jar — every participant has to confess one deep secret before starting — the winners get the blackmail folder — everyone’s terrified to lose this one, especially because the winners have the chance to take their secrets out.
“all in favor of party rights?” nanami calls, the entire room raises their hands.
“president’s favor?” everyone raises their hands, with exception of gojo.
“blackmail jar?” everyone raises their hands, with the exception of gojo, and four others, sukuna included.
“and who wants all three?”
“once again, why is there three fucking rewards?? the second one isn’t even a reward if I win!” gojo shrieks again, hands pulling at his white hair.
sukuna’s jaw tightens, biting his tongue. would it look bad if he also voiced his opinion? how he agrees that maybe taking the last reward off would be best? but then it’d bring attention to the potential secret he puts in. and it doesn’t matter which one he puts in, they’re all very much blackmail worthy. and to think his juniors would see it if they won?
fuck!
“so a majority agrees on having all three as a reward, and back to the terms,” nanami scribbles another section.
terms:
1. starts nov 1 — ends nov 30th
“by november first, do we mean exactly at midnight, or like twelve PM afternoon type shit?” one junior raises. the bickering starting again.
“it’s Halloween night technically, halloweekend, like I wanna you know!”
“that’s the whole point of this dipshit!”
“we’re making up the rules!”
and the bickering continues.
nanami aggressively clears his throat, eyes piercing the boys shut. he really fits here like a glove, if only he didn’t care about how horrible they act sometimes. but nonetheless, nanami will reach bigger and better places, even though he hangs around the frat just as much as a regular member.
anyways—
nanami continues, “all in favor for a hard midnight start, raise your hands.” half the room raises it.
“all in favor for a late afternoon start, twelve PM, raise your hands,” the other half raises their hands, including sukuna, gojo, and geto — ultimately swaying the ruling just by having them all agree on this. “twelve pm start it is.”
it also came in a few of the men’s favors, considering most of them have lost in the past, because of these first hours, not realizing it was past midnight, and already having a girl in their beds.
“jerking off, yes or no?” nanami asks for another raise of hands. a couple raise their hand to allow it, but a majority rules against, and pick fun at the ones that can’t keep their hands to themselves.
nanami jots the rule down. “now, pleasuring women, pussy eating, fingering, yes or no.” another show of hands, split. a few trying against it, until—
“I’m not gonna torture her jus’ because of a fuckass game we’re playin—“ sukuna snaps, “we’re allowing it, no discussion,” his tongue’s sharp, silencing the rest of the boys. with the exception of his friends.
“what? can’t go a month without her pussy in y’r mouth?” gojo teases.
sukuna’s red iris’s cut through the shimmering blue ones, “some of us like pleasuring women.”
gojo gasps, rolling his eyes, “I pleasure plenty, fucking write my name on every pussy i eat.” gojo’s huffing, already wound up from being walked all over in his own game, “allow it. fucking watch me pleasure girls this whole month.” he grumbles, knee bouncing aggressively, “was never a problem the years before.”
“you lose every year because of it,” geto slides in, as if he’s any better.
“well the reward is different this year, so you guys have put it so beautifully for me — i’m not fucking losing just by eating pussy,” gojo locks his jaw, eyeing nanami to continue. to which he does.
“very clear and obvious rules then — with the exception of the start time —no cumming, and i guess that leaves…the punishment,” nanami writes it in caps on the board.
geto steps in, “anyone caught nutting and lying that they haven’t OR doesn’t put a real secret in the folder, will have the same consequences as the years before.”
nanami cringes, “you guys haven’t changed that rule?”
gojo shrugs, “why would we? it’s the perfect punishment. nobody likes a liar.” sukuna nods, jaw tensing, glancing at the board once more.
goddamnit, maybe he should’ve stood by the white haired idiot. especially when all the men are on opposite corners of the house, writing down their fucked up damning secrets for the black mail folder. there was too many things sukuna could be liable for. they should’ve clarified what exactly is allowed as blackmail worthy. what if it’s an actual crime? is it just a reputation ruiner?
inevitably, this leads sukuna to writing what he considers to be number five on his list of horrible secrets relevant to his fraternity life. and most importantly something he needs to rip out of the jar, with the fear of you, or any of your friends, finding out.
which leads him to holding you steady on the bed, arm hooked under your knee, lips kissing yours deeply, tongues messy and stolen gasps, as your nails dig into his forearm, squirming in his hold.
“ngh r-ryo—ahh!” your jaw is slack against his lips, eyes fluttering as he pumps two thick fingers inside your spluttering hole, quickening the pace, palm slapping your abused clit. wet squelching hitting the pads of his fingers sloshing around with every thrust.
sukuna can’t look. his face pressed away, opting to lick and suck your ear, cock straining in his sweats, “c’mon, you’re gonna cum for me? hmm? lemme see how dirty this fuckin’ pussy is—haven’t even put my dick in yet.”
you whine even louder at the mention of his cock, clenching around his fingers, back arching off the mattress, legs spreading wider, chasing his retracting fingers before he’s thrusting them back in. “r-ryo—mmf f-fu—angh—“ your vision blurs, his teeth sink into your pulse point, curling his fingers at the perfect moment, knocking you over the edge.
“there we go,” sukuna coaxes you through your blinding orgasm. legs trembling, shaking shut around his unrelenting fingers, still pumping.
you’re completely out of breath. panting against his chest, as the man pulls his fingers from your sweet cunt, mess covering his fingers as he pops them into his mouth. big mistake.
“shit,” he quickly pulls them out, cheeks flush and cock violently twitching in his pants. however, you’re already rolling over, turning so you can crawl onto his lap, hand settling on his inked chest, plump ass sitting back on his bulge. “seriously?”
you pout, fanning your face a bit, coming down from your orgasm. you rock back on his bulge, hips calculating, knowing exactly which ways to shift your weight on him—“wha—“ you gasp suddenly, his hands fly to your waist, grip bruising against your soft flesh, holding you completely still on his lap. your hands hold his forearms; brows pinched. “what’s wrong?”
your cheeks are flushed, blood still pumping under the skin, eyes glossed over from the second orgasm he pulled from you with his fingers. but of course, you always had the prize in mind.
sukuna’s jaw tenses, avoiding eye contact, as he mutters, “I…can’t.”
your lips part, closing again in confusion. you try to rock back against him again, but his strength was no joke. “what d’you mean you can’t?” you press, eyes boring into his, but his jaw clenches, opting to stare at the walls of your small room.
and it’s his obvious lack of words, and your horny mind, that ultimately piece the missing pieces together. your face twists, grip tightening on his forearm. “don’t even joke right now,” you mutter in disbelief. “you’re not doing that whole no nut november thing, right?” you already knew the answer before you even asked the question.
sukuna’s head tips back, jaw tensing as he squeezes your waist. “i didn’t have a choice.”
your brow quirks in irritation, “it’s a dumb game that nobody cares about!”
“true.”
“so just break it. who cares?” your fingers trail over the ink around his wrist, doing your best to bat your pretty lashes down at him.
any other month, sukuna would have caved, reluctantly, in seconds, especially when your lips form that a subtle pout, bottom lip gutting out, and your post orgasm tears have dried under your eyes, fuck you’re so unbelievably hot right now.
“it’s different this year,” he looks away, mind racking desperately for his self-control and the greater good, it being his whole fucking reputation. “it’s higher stakes.”
“with the frat?” you scowl.
he frowns, “yes.”
his confirmation only bites at your annoyance, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth, head falling back. “stupid frat, stupid month—you just made me cum though,” you whine, eyes meeting his again.
“i can eat you out. i just can’t cum,” he clarifies, pushing himself up, sliding you down a bit, abs clenching when your wet folds graze over his hard on. “can make you cum all night,” he kisses the corner of your mouth. hands trailing back up, thumbs pressing against your perky nipples.
you frown, “but your dick, ryo.”
“I can’t cum.”
“just the tip?”
“no.”
your head falls again, groaning. “is that why you avoided me this whole week?” you huff.
“I had a couple essays I needed t’ finish anyways, I couldn’t lose in the first week—especially after the way we fucked halloween night,” he explains, trailing wet kisses along your neck, groping your breasts.
your nails skim his shoulder, trailing up to his nape, “but your dick is so big, ryo,” you whine lewdly, words shamelessly dripping with lust and need. “you want my tummy to be empty for a month?”
his pupils dilate, cock twitching. “don’t…” his jaw clenches, “don’t say that.”
“say what?” you frown, pushing it further, “don’t say how my pussy will get tighter everyday your dick isn’t inside? how kissing you makes me so wet. how my pussy always drips to have your big. fat. cock. stretch me open?”
“damnit!” your name tumbles out of his mouth like a curse.
“wha!” you gasp suddenly being flung off the man, bouncing on the mattress as his large form stands beside the bed, face in his palm grasping his base through his sweats, veins popping everywhere. your cheeks flush staring at the obvious tent bulging out, outlining his impressive size. just another push— “I’m so wet right now, ryo…it’s leaking.”
his eyes pierce yours, glare deathly as he swears your name under his breath like a warning. “don’t fucking talk or I’m leaving.”
you frown, pout permanent, along with your scowl, rolling your eyes as you fall back on your bed. eyes deadpan as you watch sukuna disappear to your kitchen, getting himself some ice to press on his face.
by the time he returns you’re still sprawled on your bed, but now rolled onto your side, mindlessly scrolling your phone in clear frustration. his jaw is taunt, big arms crossed, and leaning against your doorframe, your beaded curtains cascading down his sculpted back as he hears your phone play, uninterested in looking at him.
he bites down on his teeth, dragging himself to the foot of your bad, kneeling forward, hand brushing your warm thigh. “it’s just three more weeks.” he continues caressing your thigh, pushing your legs apart languidly, settling between them, kissing your inner thigh.
you pause the video, eyes flicking down to him as he sucks a dark bruise onto your skin. other hand massaging your thigh, thumb brushing your heat.
“during peak exam season…” you tsk, getting wound up again, nails running through his pink locks, tugging at the roots tilting his head to look at you.
he grunts in annoyance, eyes lidded as he glares up at you. “y’ think I don’ know that?” he spits.
you inhale sharply, arm falling over your eyes as you exhale slowly, “please stop talking.” your chest rises, controlling your own temper, “you’re just getting me more pissed off.”
his jaw locks, rolling his eyes, but then your arousal is hitting his nose, his mouth salivating as he leans further, thumbs digging into your folds, pulling your lips apart, pupils dilating at the sight of your syrupy juices creating sticky webs as he separates them.
you suck in a sharp gasp as his tongue obscenely presses against your hole, licking a long strip up to your puffy clit, sucking hard.
“shiit,” your jaw falls slack, arm falling over your head, grasping the sheets as he pushes your legs further apart, keeping them butterflied open for his messy tongue, lapping another strip up tasting your sweet essence on his tongue,
it was risky for sure. a big sixty-forty chance he’ll be oozing in his sweats after. but pre is normal, he just can’t shoot a load when he’s eating your sweet generous pussy out. which was quite difficult considering you always drip like a damn faucet on his tongue. his fingers dig into your thighs, sucking your soul out as your back arches off the mattress.
“mmph ry-ahh,” your jaw falls slack, vision blurry as he continues sucking your clit through your orgasm. your body quivers as he punches you through overstimulation, tongue relentless as he laps and laps at your precious clit, pressing his tongue over the bundle of nerves, finger ghosting your twitching hole, pushing more sticky juices out before shoving two fingers back in, curling them immediately and pistoning them. “wa-fuh-fuck—“ you cry out, squirming as he wraps his lips around the swollen bud once again. “angh!” you go nonverbal, trying to push his head away, hot tears filling your waterline as he sucks another orgasm out quickly.
his moans and grunts reverberate through your body, gasps keeping you from catching a breath, not stopping. and when he pulls to catch his breath, the tears are cascading down your cheeks, keeping his head back with weak strength when—
“ahh!” your loud cry pierces the air, body jumping at the sharp pain.
“selfish fuckin’ slut,” he lands another sharp slap on your pussy, your legs trembling trying to close. “y’ think I don’t wanna stuff this greedy pussy? make ya cream all over my cock and dump my load inside ya’ like y’deserve?”
you whine at his words, lips parting to speak, when another spank to your pussy shuts you right up, clit stinging.
“huh?” he presses degradingly, “y’ think that’s what I want?”
slap!
“ryo—“ your words break, slap! tears leak from your glossy orbs.
“fuck, you’re spilling everywhere, wanna be inside ya so fuckin’ bad,” he groans, veins straining up his forearms and biceps, flexing in control. “fucking game,” he swears, burying his face back in your heat, groaning at the sweet taste. his jaw goes slack, using every muscle in his mouth to suck your arousal, your eyes roll back, mind going foggy. it was too much, you lost count how many times he’s pushed you over the edge, your legs can’t close, your muscles weak.
“nnngh,” you’re whimpering, lips forming an o, eyes rolling back. his tongue strokes your clit greedily, abusing the poor bud until you’re seeing white, cord snapping in your tummy as a sharp splash hits the fratboy’s face.
“ah fuck yeah,” his groan echos through the room like a beast, jaw falling slack, fingers rapidly stroking your clit making that pussy spray your squirt directly into his mouth, drinking it up like an obedient dog.
you can’t even process what’s happening. body on fire and spasms pushing out of your heat. tears relentless as they cascade down your burning cheeks.
“jus’ like that, mmph fuck,” his throat bobs, ears hot and face flushed, your taste fills his tastebuds, sliding down into his tummy with each loud gulp, swallowing everything, until you’re trembling.
you’re desperate, hands pushing between his face and your overstimulated pussy, gasping for air, legs trying to close as you shake. and sukuna is momentarily lost, eyes lidded with haze, pupils blown to black, hands still firmly holding your thighs apart as he stares at your pretty fingers protecting yourself from more abuse.
slowly, your voice sinks into his ears. his eyes flickering up, breath catching as your tear stained face comes to vision, glossy lips parted as they move.
“e-enough…I-can’t,” your pretty chest is heaving, swallowing another whimper when he rubs your thighs in concentration. slowly sitting up on his knees cautiously. your eyes follow his, worrisome, as you glance at his crotch.
his jaw clenches, hesitate, but unsure, slowly pushing his waistband down enough to look inside. your lips part following his dark treasure trail to reveal his flushed cock, veins protruding painfully around the thick member, and oozing gallons.
you’re still catching your breath, gaze flickering between his cock and his strained face. jaw locked as he grips his base in control.
“d-did you cum?” you cautiously whisper.
he locks his jaw, crimson orbs meeting yours, lips twitching in mild relief and pain, shaking his head. “nah.”
you swallow thickly, moving to get a look inside his sweats, their wasn’t any of his thick white cum you knew all too well. it really was just his pre, you flush at the thought, glancing back up at his face, finally processing the mess you made. his heated gaze meets yours, conflicting thoughts swimming in his red iris’s.
“I needa shower,” he grumbles, ripping himself away from you. discarding his clothes by your hamper before walking bare to the bathroom, grip tight around his base preventing him from shooting his load.
it luckily gives you enough time to catch your breath and rip your dirty sheets off. your legs wobbly as you redo your cozy bed with clean linens, swallowing thickly as you push the image of sukuna still eating you out as you squirt, out of your mind. sukuna takes awhile in the shower, for obvious reasons, so you clean yourself up with a towel for the time being and throw on a tee for now, bending to pick up your pillows from the floor—
“really?” the low groan startles you, jumping as you turn. sukuna’s steaming from his hot shower, water still dripping down his chiseled chest, tattoos glistening. your eyes follow the droplets, his v-line cutting deep, and dark happy trail getting thicker until it disappears into the towel. “why aren’t you wearing any panties?”
“I was waiting to shower,” you sit up.
his glare cuts, hand falling on his face again, rubbing the dirty thoughts that stir back up. “go shower.”
in the time you shower, it gives sukuna the chance to breathe again. pulling a clean pair of boxers and sweats you’d borrowed from him, from your closet.
his back hits your soft mattress, arm tucked behind his head, one leg propped up as he scrolls through his phone. the group chat was blowing up, skimming through the multiple texts to get an idea of what’s happening.
“you’re not lasting the entire month,” your voice breaks in, stepping into the room with a towel wrapped around you.
sukuna scowls, glancing up to see you opening your closet, towel stopping just over mid thigh. “gojo’s out, and a three others.”
“so?” you slip a baggy tshirt on, letting the towel drop, shirt covering enough before grabbing your panties and turning to the man who’s purposely avoiding eye contact.
“so i just needa outlast ‘em. only two people lasted the other year, and one graduated and the other left the frat,” sukuna explains, glancing back at you once you slip on a flowy pair of pajama shorts. “your lucky I’m not avoiding you.”
your eyes narrow, plugging your phone into the charger before crawling over him onto the other side of the bed, falling beside him. “lucky me. no big fat dick for a month.” and it almost sounds like you’re talking at him and not his actual cock.
“ungrateful. y’ made a mess all over the bed and y’r still complaining?” he scowls.
“i am,” you sigh, snuggling close to him, cheek pressed on his pec, leg thrown over his thighs and hand comfortably settled on his chiseled tummy. “if you can’t fit in three weeks, don’t come crying to me.”
“stop talking,” he growls. arm still tucked behind his head, letting you fall asleep as he updates himself though the chat to see who else is out of the game, ignoring the multiple texts gojo is spamming about how it wasn’t fair on his part and that the guys forced him to bring the girl home!
idiot.
it was a only a miracle that sukuna was able to get through another grueling week without cumming. solely because you were both swamped with classes and him with practice too. by the time you’d come over to the frat, you were falling asleep the moment your body hit the mattress.
however, little did you know how much sukuna despised you coming over, not because of you, but because of the amount of times he’s opened his door to see a couple pledges gojo had placed guard to find out if y’all were fucking.
it was unbearable, especially when sukuna would be pleasuring you with his mouth, groaning into your pussy, and he’d hear whispers behind the door.
“more—fhu—c-close, ryo, please,” your whines were so pitched and soft, like a fucking devil angel.
and sukuna hated himself for pulling away, face covered in your syrupy juices, ignoring your pleas as he barged to his door, swinging it open (keeping you out of sight of course) and kicking one of the pledges.
“ryo!” you yell, hearing the cries behind the door. cringing when you heard a loud thump, not knowing sukuna had two boys pinned to the wall, grip tightening around their collars practically choking them.
“stay the fuck away from this floor,” he spits, eyes flaring.
“gojo sir, told us—“
sukuna was now choking them. their eyes bulging out in terror.
“ryo!” your shouts from the other side of the door wasn’t helping, instead making him even more wound up and furious, one pledge had tears in his eyes, as your voice faded into the background. he hasn’t cum in almost three full weeks, his frustrations haven’t had any release because of that either. sukuna finally lets go when both boys hit his forearms tapping out. blood pumps through his veins, muscles bulging, as his jaw clenched.
“go!” he snaps. scowling as he watches them cough and scramble away like rats.
you’re frowning when he comes back, fingers pressing to your temple. “just leave them alone.”
“i would if they fuckin’ listen,” he slams the door shut, rattling the house. his hand cups his crotch through his sweats, the outline of his cock pushing against the material.
you pout, eyeing the tent, then batting your eyes back at him. “just…” you lean up as he kneels back between your legs, head dipping down to pick up where he left off, but your fingers stop him, holding his chin, tilting his head up. eyes dilated at they meet yours. “just the tip.”
you’re impossible.
he couldn’t rip his gaze away from you, your pussy right there in front of him, dripping wet, clenching around nothing, all that’s left was for something big and girthy to stretch it open.
your thumb traces his bottom lip, scooping up the drool that collected, smearing it along his lips.
what should he do?
but the fucking blackmail…his jaw clenched, nudging your hand away, burying himself between your legs, letting his tongue do the talking, shutting you open with an annoyed moan.
unfortunately, things began to take a turn at the beginning of the final full week, day 24. sukuna had spotted you sitting on the benches near the library, sun almost fully set, bundled up in a winter coat, bottom half of your face buried under a scarf, and your eyes closed. his brows pinch, side-stepping a few students to detour to you.
his jaw tensed when you made no effort to react when he stopped in front of you. what if he was some random dude? his foot hit yours lightly, eyes meeting, but the narrowed stare you gave him wasn’t what he was expecting.
“I could’ve stolen y’r bag,” he mutters, eyeing your bag lazily resting on the bench beside you.
“steal it then,” you cut coldly.
he scowls at the attitude, brows pinched in annoyance. you blink, bored, closing your eyes again.
the passing conversations and students fade into the background. the light gust of wind ruffling his jacket, stinging his cheeks as his shoulder slumps, his backpack sliding off as he plops himself beside you. thigh to thigh, shoulder pressed close to you.
the contact doesn’t phase you, instead you both sit there silently for what feels like hours. the heat between you keeping you warm, eyes shut, and chest tight.
everything felt cold…and dark, similar to the cloudy sky.
you swallow a lump in your throat, nose frozen as you eventually…quietly, tilt your head to sukuna. face pressing into his shoulder.
sukuna glances over, brow raising, but you bury your face in his jacket, body subtly turning and wrapping your arms around his arm, hugging it close to your chest, now signaling to sukuna that something was wrong. you were trembling, and curled up beside him, and who sits outside freezing cold for someone that complains that they’re always cold?
your name slips his mouth, arm flexing in your hold, but you just exhale slowly. controlled. “give me sec.”
sukuna tries to relax. tries to keep his cool, but your grip on his arm and your shaky voice, was the least bit assuring. his chest tightens the longer you go hugging his arm. unsure what could’ve happened, but knowing he’s definitely the worst person to comfort someone.
but that doesn’t stop him from trying.
his arm gently pulls from your hold. you heartbreakingly loosen easily. but he moves it around, wrapping around your shoulder, palm cupping your head, letting you bury your face under his chin. the silence could not have spoken for itself. the trembling of your body and the whispering sniffles only served to confuse the fratboy even more.
his gut twists, fingers soothing over your head, jaw tight.
it was like that until nightfall. when you began to stir, began to mutter into his jacket, “did you finish your classes?”
he hums, cautious with his tone, “yeah.”
you shift a bit against him, hand that was previously fisting your jacket sleeve, now pressing against his abdomen as you push off. fully sitting up now, your sleeve covers your face, obviously wiping your tears. his arm had fallen to your waist, holding you, waiting…
“wanna come back with me?” your slightly red-rimmed eyes meet his, and sukuna was anything but a genius when it came to reading your mind, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that pleading look in your eyes.
the trip to your apartment was a jumbled blur, your mind disassociating, hand tucked inside his jacket pocket, letting him guide you through the train and up to your apartment. all for you to fall on the couch together, jackets on the floor, and you hugging him as you straddled his lap. your arms fully encompass his broad shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck.
but instead of sniffles, it was wet kisses, sucking on his skin softly, enough to leave light hickeys in their path.
his throat bobs, head falling back as he holds your waist, warm palms under your sweater letting you continue. letting you find comfort in his body, your hands bunching under his shirt pulling it over his head. and his easily pulling your own shirt up in reply, tossing it on the ground, experienced fingers wrapping around your back, unclasping your bra.
your lips press against his, rougher, needier. your soft pants and desperate rocking easily making his cock stir, muscles tensing as you continue rutting yourself, dry humping.
“babe,” sukuna grits, eyes clenching at one particular hump, fingers digging into your waist, halting your movements.
you swallow thickly, eyes stinging quicker than usual, gaze burning hot as they welled up with surprise tears. “fuck,” you bite them back, head falling on his shoulder, nails digging into his bicep.
“here lemme lay down and y’ can climb up,” he suggests, chest churning when he feels the wetness that touches his skin. “you can use my mouth, whatever y’want.” his hand comes up to brush the back of your head.
“damnit!” you suddenly pull away, hand coming up to your face, palms pressing into your eyes.
sukuna tenses, jaw clenching at the outburst, concern skyrocketing at the sudden tears again. “what the fuck happened??”
his hand comes to cup your face over your hand, the other brushing your waist. you groan in frustration, hand coming to push his touch away in annoyance, the tears were falling so easily, you weren’t even sobbing. “fuck,” your brows pinch, pushing to get off him. “just wanna have sex, and you can’t even do that?”
his jaw ticks, “I told you—“
“forget the stupid game, oh my god,” your shoulders shake, inhaling sharply to hold the tears. however, sukuna is reluctant, hands holding your wrists pulling them off your face.
“you’re not crying like this because ya can’t have dick, so what happened?” he snaps, getting up in your face. you struggle in his grip, glossy orbs glaring harshly at him.
“that’s exactly why I’m crying!” you huff, struggling enough to let him loosen up in annoyance. forearms pressed to your face, breathing deeply before standing up. “leave.”
you grab your shirt from the ground, and toss his to his chest.
“are you serious?” he scowls, sitting on the edge of the couch, sharp eyes piercing yours.
“yeah,” you wipe your tears, storming off to your bedroom, beaded curtain clanking behind you. sukuna, however, is quick on your heels, palm catching your wrist pulling you back. you groan, eyes filling up again, “seriously, leave, ryomen. I don’t wanna sit on your face,” your words catch, free hand covering your face again.
the twist in his gut was sickening. something happened. he knew that for sure, but something else was making him tug you to his chest, hand cupping your face and crashing his lips to yours.
you whine. jaw easily slacking letting his tongue slip in.
his heart was racing, body heating up, and mind spinning. and the only thing screaming inside him was that he needed to pleasure you. nothing else mattered. nothing else needs to be taken to account. you needed him, whether he knew the reason or not, your deal vetoed everything else.
you want him? fuck it.
your soft needy moans easily fill the space. his hands already under your thighs lifting you up, your lips mold together, tongues twirling as he leads you to the bed. your heart was a tangled mess, brain foggy and hurting, but you pushed it all. all of it to focus on sukuna.
“ryo,” you softly moan his name like a prayer. your sweet voice triggering a reaction through his whole being. groan slipping from his throat as he kneels on the mattress, hand on your back, lowering you gently, lips never leaving yours.
his hands easily caress your body, so natural, squeezing your breast, thumb pressing against your budded nipple. “you’re so good,” he whispers softly, lips trailing to your jaw, hands undoing your jeans. “so pretty.” his rare sweet praises elected a soft smile from your lips, glossy orbs wavering before letting him continue to kiss your body.
your jeans and panties easily fall to the ground, followed by his own clothes, naked bodies coming together as he rubs his engorged weeping tip through your slick folds. flushed head circling your pretty clit.
you couldn’t stop panting, arm wrapping around his neck, while the other digs into his bicep, keeping him close until he was nudging his chubby tip against your pulsing hole. “let’s see how tight y’ got,” his jaw clenches, arm pressing into the mattress to stabilize himself, guttural groan coming out as his hips push in.
your legs lock around him, back arching at the first big stretch.
“shit,” he hisses, jaw slacking, lips hovering over yours, drool slipping out of his mouth as your tight walls clamp around his engorged tip. your nails dig deeper into his bicep, eyes rolling back, finally feeling him inside you.
your lips part, lashes fluttering up as you watch his expression twist in pleasure. he’s so pretty, you stare up in awe. your manicured fingers cup his cheeks, pulling him to your lips again, the mixed moans tangle together, tongues wet and needy as he fucks his tip inside your greedy hole. your nails comb through his pink locks.
“you really are fuckin’ tighter, woman,” he groans against your lips, muscles flexing, fisting the sheets as he pushes more of his girthy length inside feeling the gummy walls suck him deeper. “shit.”
your eyes close, feeling his cock after so long felt so good. your headache began to dissipate, brain turning to mush with every drag of his throbbing cock.
“feels good,” you sigh against his lips, holding him close as he drives his hips quicker, his groans getting louder, rumbling his entire chest every time you clench around him.
he swears under his breath, eyeing where you connect and the frothy white ring that’s settled at his base. his thighs flex, driving his hips to hit deeper, your back arching the moment he reaches your sweet spot.
“ah there! fuh—ryo,” you cry out, eyes filling with tears once again. it felt so good. he felt so good. his warm body on top of you, his touch everywhere, his lips kissing your trembling ones. you couldn’t think of anything else, but him. you don’t even realize that you’re chanting his name at this point, softly calling him over and over with each thrust.
“right here, babe,” he grunts, kissing your cheek then your jaw, muscles flexing as he feels you tremble, tears flowing softly down your cheeks. “fuck—it’s okay.”
it was unbelievably difficult for sukuna to control himself once he slipped inside you. your warmth was so familiar, and your tight pussy had him buckling the second his tip went in. but once you started clinging to him and moaning his name over and over, he knew it’d be impossible to pull out without cumming, but worst of all, is he found you so breathtakingly beautifully crying underneath him.
“harder,” you grasp his bicep, lips falling agape the second the word slips out, sukuna groans, hips moving back before slamming back in hitting your cervix.
his abs clench, sweat dripping down his forehead as he slams another sharp thrust, thighs hitting your pretty ass, then again and again, the familiar squelching and clapping fills the room. your moans get louder, tits bouncing with every thrust of his cock,
“fuck, y’wanted my dick that bad?” sukuna groans, “couldn’t last a couple more days?”
you whine, clawing his back, “no.”
he snorts, teeth sinking into your shoulder making you cry out, pussy tightening feeling the knot deep in your tummy. “you wanna cream all over this dick?” your lips part, choking on another moan, he’s so deep and his thrusts are brutal, the pain of his sharp canines marking your shoulder adding another level of pleasure that has your vision blurring once again. “m’ close—p-please ryo haah—!” you didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but sukuna continued his pace, jaw clenching as he gripped your thigh, driving his entire weight behind each thrust.
your tears burst, eyes rolling back, and back arching off the mattress, and knot snapping releasing everything.
“shiit—don’t—“ sukuna buckles over, your pussy knocking the air from his lungs, his face is flushed bright red, every muscle and vein bulging from his defined body, he can’t hold it anymore, there was no self-control when your warmly filthy walls clamped around him. “fuck!” he hisses sharply, balls tightening up, and bursting heavy milky cum into your pussy.
you whine, tongue slightly hanging, chest heaving as you feel him pump loads inside you.
his jaw is tenses, eyes clenched as he feels more cum trickle out as he pulls out, only to spill more loads onto your pretty mound and lower tummy, stroking more out of him, head tilting back, and throat bobbing. “fhuuck me,” a deep thirsty moan rumble through his chest. he pushes your knee to keep your legs open, tip pressing against your clit. “can’t stop.” he bites another pathetic noise from slipping past his lips before he pushing inside you again.
you whine, squirming on the mattress, but ultimately allowing him to use you for another orgasm. your skin’s covered in sheen layer of sweat, flushed hot by the time he’s drooling on your nipples spilling another heavy load inside your overfilled hole.
“again,” he sighs, exhausting himself, but cock still hard as he turns you to your side, hiking your leg up with his beefy arm, slotting his cock between your sensitive pussy. you squirm in his hold, whining lewdly, drool slipping past your chin. “here we go—“ sukuna’s groan rumbles through his chest as he pushes in.
the stretch shocks you, arching away from his chest on instinct, cheeks streaked with tears as he pants against your shoulder, littering the sticky skin with wet kisses. “missed this pussy hugging me,” he grunts, keeping your thigh raised in the air, hammering his cock into your sensitive hole, his other arm is wrapped under you, holding your tit, squeezing and pinching your nipple. “fuckin’ take me so fuckin’ good, brat.”
his words flow directly into your ear, his warm breath fanning against your skin making you shiver. “ryo—“ you mewl seductively, tipping your head back.
“was eating this pussy for weeks, can still taste you,” his tongue finds yours, groaning into the kiss, teeth clashing, and spit mixing. “you liked getting your hole eaten out?”
you whine louder, tongue falling out, panting with each moan.
“you missed my dick?” he pushes, each thrust mean and accurate, hitting your cervix, tummy bulging. “huh? ngh missed having this pussy stuffed?”
your vision blurs, eyes rolling back, drool sliding down your lips, letting go of any coherent thought, letting his dick dumb you down to some pathetic little cocksleeve.
“fuck, you’re gone aren’tchu?” he snorts, jaw tensing, “stupid slut,” he crashes his lips on yours, groaning deeply, abusing your submissive body until you’re quivering again, babbling stupid curses and chanting cumming cumming. “yeah, cream on my dick, cmon—“ his jaw locks, head pressing against yours as you tighten up, shaking uncontrollably, falling over the edge.
your pitched moan rings through the walls of your small bedroom, definitely disturbing your neighbor, but sukuna is too lost in chasing his on relief that his pace doesn’t change.
“gonna fuckin fill this pretty hole again, stuff every haah ngh drop inside ya so y’can feel me deep in your tummy,” he groans, breath hot and heavy against your cheek, lips wet as his face scrunches, feeling his abs flex behind you, fingers digging into your thighs.
your trembling uncontrollably, glossy eyes leaking tears as you try and catch your breath.
“ngh shit,” he rasps, voice cracking when you clamp around him, trying to twist away, but he’s holding you still. the man twice your size uses his entire body weight to slam his hot girthy cock into your weak body, knocking any real thoughts from your brain, and fully knocking him over the edge.
“fuuck!” the pathetic groan punctuates his release, swollen tip finally bursting inside you, shooting hot searing cum in your fluttering cunt.
sukuna is unable to remain still, hips driving up, pumping his cock like a fucking bull, spilling more milky cum inside his poor whiney girl. his chest is covered in a sheet layer of sweat, cheeks flushed hot, licking his bottom lip as he stares down at the cum oozing around his length spilling out of you.
your mixed pants fill the space, along with sukuna’s big hand pressing against your belly, lips decorating hot kisses along your marked shoulder again. “you feel me inside ya? all that cum I have you?”
you nod lazily, eyes heavy, but a gentle smile, a contrast to the lewd act you’d just performed. your eyes close, the heat building behind them as you gently turn your face. “ryo,” you call softy, lips curving subtly when his lips connect with your chin, humming.
your hand cups his warm cheek, thumb caressing the damp skin, guiding him to your lips again. your lips hover, basking in the intimacy as he slowly pulls out, gently putting your leg down. “thank you,” you murmur like a melody, eyes made of glass as you kiss him. tongues meeting for a slow, hot make-out.
his hand strokes your tummy and waist, hot breaths mixing as he drools and spits in your mouth. your fingers tangle in his hair, the other caressing his neck wrapping around the side lightly.
sukuna’s just as lost in your body and warmth, as you are in his. but when he’s pulling away, admiring your tired body, there’s a twist deep in his gut, knocking the air from his lungs.
your back gently rests on the soft bed, thumbs caressing and tracing his face tattoos, and he can see your mind wandering away, especially when your brows slowly begin to knit together, and you’re taking deeper breaths.
his calloused palm strokes your side, thumbing your ribs and the underside of your breasts, brows pinched in concern. the same one from earlier. your name is soft on his tongue, cautious as he grabs your attention again. his red eyes pierce yours the second they meet.
“did something—“
you cut him off before he can finish his sentence, “are you mad you lost the game?”
his jaw sets, annoyed you interrupted, but still, “not mad, it’s whatever, I’ll deal with it.” he sits up, fingers running through his locks pushing them back. your eyes follow his movements, admiring the dangerous pounds of muscles that ripple across his huge form.
“okay,” your hand finds his arm, staring up at him as you trace the veins that run up the limb. your eyes close briefly, exhaustion finally settling.
“did something happen?” he cuts your peace, selfish curiosity gnawing at him.
your eyes remain close, sighing, the events of this week, of this day, all pushing back into the forefront of your mind, but it felt just a little lighter, still riding off your multiple orgasms that have numbed your pounding brain. “just a long…bad day.”
the athletes jaw locks, eyeing you, before ultimately getting up. you hear him shuffling around your apartment, the sink turning on, then his returning footsteps. “legs,” he mutters, hand on your knee, humming in approval when you spread them open for him to clean. similar to you, sukuna’s mind wanders back to what he put in that fucking blackmail folder. the muscle in his jaw ticks, hand massaging your ankle, gaze distant. “how much do you hate the frat?”
his question doesn’t take long to sink in, your eyes find his face, gaze lidded with just the thought of the frat. “a lot.” the clip in your voice easily heard. sukuna closes your legs. “why? did something happen?”
sukuna tosses the towel, hand running through his hair again, so far five others are still holding out, including geto.
“just lie and say you’re still playing,” the air shifts, sukuna’s eyes pierce yours with anger.
“fuck no!” he barks, startling you.
“jeez, okay,” you mutter, frowning. “is it not just bragging rights?”
sukuna taps your waist, sliding you to side so he can lay beside you. his arm tucks under his head, reaching for his phone. “no, they have some shit on me they can talk about.” your brow scrunch in confusion.
“like blackmail?”
“yup,” sukuna swipes through the groupchat, tensing when he sees geto marking another completed day. “fuck.”
“is it something bad?” you ask, resting your head beside his, brushing his collarbones. sukuna exhales, closing his phone, arm draping over his eyes.
he can feel your eyes on him, making him slightly more anxious at the what would happen if you found out what he put in that folder. his heart thumps quicker, sweat building on his forehead. you wouldn’t talk to him for sure, wouldn’t want anything to do with him, even if it happened freshman year, even if he regrets years later.
what’s in that folder is a confirmation that he was the one that posted a girls nudes as revenge on the frats old anonymous, now deleted, x account. he made excuses at the time when the university filed a report against the frat, only owning up to it behind closed doors to get rid of the investigation. he cant say now that he did it because he slept with a girl for a couple weeks and found out she’d been stealing his project ideas and plagiarizing his work. he could’ve easily went to his TA or professor, but his idiot self decided to do the most fucked up thing ever instead.
he had no clue what would happen if the guys found out. a few of his seniors at the time had posted revenge porn before, it’s fucked, but if it got out, or one of your friends shoko or utahime, who hang around the guys, overheard, then it’d definitely find its way to you. and if you didn’t already hate the frat, you’d break off this deal in seconds—
“it’s fine,” you yawn, nuzzling up close to him, warmth consuming you. “thank you again,” you sigh, exhaustion calming you.
and sukuna couldn’t help the twist in his chest. the way he felt so at ease with you, how he’ll just do everything in his power to hide anything damaging from you.
which includes the last day of the challenge, and two winners were announced, a second year and a pledge. sukuna was silently caught off guard, assuming geto was also in the run, but turns out he lost a day after him. so threatening the two winners to never utter a word about his folder was light work.
nothing will reach you. ever.
more frat!kuna
a/n: i hope u guys enjoyed this sorry it took awhile!! anyways it did shift towards the middle of the fic bc ive been in my feels and listening to Sherine all week, but i hope u guys still liked it!! (divider @/saradika-graphics)
➷ THE PLEDGES FIND VP FRAT!KUNA’S STASH OF X RATED POLAROIDS OF YOU [FWB]
[18+] mdni. nsfw. fwb. pledge hazing. f!reader. piv. raw. angst. sex photos. heavy spanking. spitting. creampie. cumdump. obsession with his happy trail ㅤꨄ︎
the pledges have never been smart. of course, how could they be in this particular fraternity, when their president was none other than satoru gojo.
and just like any other fraternity, these pledges are at the president’s, and seniors, beck and call. however, they had to be much more careful, because this frat houses the most chaotic boys on campus: one was their infamous president, the second was their second in command, suguru geto, and the worst, was their brutal vice president, ryomen sukuna.
all this to say. you cannot blame the pledges for following a very thorough treasure hunt gojo and geto and few others put together for them.
nor could they be blamed for the consequences that eventually led to them standing out in the cold in only boxers, and a very angry vice president pacing back and forth with a bat, ready to swing.
“cmon man, how the fuck were we supposed to know you changed the location this year?” gojo laughs a few feet away, mouth full of lies, and bundled up in his warm hoodie and jacket. geto smug as shit right beside him.
sukuna feels his veins strain. grip tightening around the handle.
“y-yeah man, we didn’t know—“
“you shut the fuck up!” sukuna snaps, bat swinging immediately and stopping just inches from colliding with the pledges’ temple. “did i fucking tell you to speak?”
the pledge shakes his head frantically, tears brimming, and body trembling from fear and cold.
sukuna glances at the six other pledges lined up, their eyes falling to their bare feet.
“what did i fucking say about my room?” sukuna seethes, voice deep with real threat, his grip adjusting on the handle, pointing at every pledge. “answer me, idiots!”
“off limits, sir!” they shout in union.
“then why the fuck did you guys go in!” sukuna is completely feral, scary red eyes ablaze, chest heaving, and how could he not be?
these six idiots looking for the infamous fraternity’s ‘key of truth’, decided to follow gojo and geto’s shit treasure map, and ended up in their vice president’s room.
of course, sukuna couldn’t know that the six of them were basically shitting their pants, playing rock paper scissors to see who goes in. or that three of them were on the verge of tears when they got chosen and started convincing the others maybe this isn’t where president gojo said to go.
but it felt like a homerun when they finally found the small box full of band stickers under his bed. just like gojo had told them. so instead of being smart and checking to see if the key was inside, they instead ran down the stairs and waited until the next day when they had all the items and presented it to gojo and geto, all standing in a line like they’re in the army, and watched as gojo checked off each item off the treasure list.
until he arrived at the box.
familiar with the box, but curious as one should always be when they go into their frat brothers room and always see this box on his bed. one could only lie and tell the pledges the key was in here.
gojo and geto were huddled together as they opened the box. because what could it be?? maybe the key was really in here, along with some smokes coach toji had given him, or a few pills to take the edge off, or a few hardcore magazines—as if they’re in the 90s and don’t have twitter for that—but still the two boys felt their entire bodies buzz with excitement once the lid fell open.
“oh.”
geto’s smug voice had the pledges leaning forward, especially when gojo pulled out an old camera, and a stack of polaroids.
they could recognize you anywhere. especially with that little smile of yours as you laid on sukuna’s bed, arm lazily draped on your breasts concealing yourself well, and the soft glow of your skin from the glistening sweat of your naked body.
another photo was of you on top, straddling their vp’s lap and his rough hand enveloping one of your breasts, fingers digging into the flesh and your lashes closed in bliss.
then another of you, sucking his middle finger while also flipping the camera off.
then another of you suckling on the tip of sukuna’s thick pulsing cock. pretty doey eyes staring up at the camera. as manicured nails struggled to fully wrap around the entire base, his groomed pubes in sight.
then another of you walking towards his bathroom, completely naked, fresh bruises on your pretty ass, and bite marks on your shoulders.
then another of you sleeping on your stomach, and his hand grabbing your ass, showcasing the bruised hand marks that decorate each cheek.
then another and another, and it just kept going. it was fucking insane. their was a variety, of course geto felt more guilty seeing the ones of you completely naked, while gojo was in hysterics tossing each one back into the box when he was done gawking and laughing.
“this fucking idiot has a treasure chest of her hiding under his bed!” gojo’s laugh rang through the living room, and every pledge felt another knife being pushed into their backs when they fully gawked at the photos too. they’re so fucked. but they couldn’t look away, some even smiling as they caught glimpses of the infamous girl that slept with their vp.
and gojo couldn’t ignore the fact that there were a couple of photos of sukuna from who he’s assuming is your point of view. or that there were also some blurry ones of you just laughing, or talking beside his bed. of course, all the photos were taken in this room which meant it was just some stupid little kink you guys had, but still, the amount of polaroids here just made it obvious that the man—
“what the fucks going on here?”
the pledges stiffen, including geto and gojo in momentary surprise. fingers halting around the photos, sensing the looming man’s presence behind them.
“just the annual treasure hunt, y’know—shit man—!” gojo laughs as he turns, but his collar immediately gets snatched in the man grip.
“you better be joking right now,” sukuna seethes in his face. gojo tilts his head away, used to being handled so aggressively by the former that this reaction doesn’t surprise him at all. and just like all the times he’s been yelled at before, it was just easier to put the blame on someone else—
“the pledges decided to go in your room since I told em you kept the frat key on you.”
the second those words slip out of the president’s mouth, every single pledge has tears welling up in their eyes. and geto makes no effort to correct him either. intrigued on how sukuna will find another way to torture these poor freshmen on the basis that they saw the scandalous photos he’s been taking of his so called “sex buddy” that just so happens to look more and more intimate and romantic the deeper they looked.
“ya did it on purpose,” sukuna’s grip tightens, practically choking the white haired idiot. “you always fucking snoop around my room—“
“nuh uh!” gojo shrieks. “i should make suguru vice president since he’s the only one that’s ever fucking here for any of this shitty pledge games! and he never accuses me of being a liar!”
sukuna doesn’t miss the way geto’s brow hits the ceiling— they all know that’s a fucking a lie. hell geto was the one that passed up the vp role and dropped it onto sukuna’s lap, since he convinced gojo it was a guard dog role.
however, sukuna’s gaze snaps back down to the open box, a few of the polaroids dropped on the table when he grabbed gojo.
shit, this looked bad didn’t it? his chest twists in anger, hot blood pumping faster as he catches a few pledges still gawking at the them as they keep their heads down. which ones were they looking at? was it the one of you sucking his cock, or the one of you holding you pinching your own nipples, or was it the one he captured of his cum smeared all over your bruised ass—
“strip!”
the loud command had gojo flinching, covering his ear, and the pledges didn’t hesitate to start ripping their warm autumn clothes off.
“keep y’r fucking panties on, I don’t wanna see your dicks!” sukuna shouts when one pledge slid them off with his pants. “outside now!”
they all scramble, tripping and shoving each other to get out the door.
sukuna shoves gojo back, rounding the couch and collecting the polaroids. his eyes catching the few non-sex ones he’d taken, ignoring the way his cheeks felt a little hot knowing these dipshits saw them—
“i don’t know why you’re being a sour pus about it, it’s not like you haven’t taken polaroids of other girls before,” gojo starts, sitting back on the couch arms crossed. geto hums.
sukuna’s sharp eyes snap to them, “y’know that’s different.”
“how? because this girl is a better fuck than the rest?” geto’s words were brutal. sukuna’s hand twitches around the photos. tongue poking his cheek in controlled anger.
“exactly.”
gojo laughs, loud and obnoxious. “we’re just fucking around, we weren’t ogling them, we were just curious—“
“i fucking told you guys I’m not showing you photos of her! if y’ want some jerk off material, take y’r own damn photos,” sukuna slams the box shut.
“but you always take the best ones because of the camera,” gojo whines, only for geto to pull a photo out of thin air.
sukuna stiffens.
your pretty lips are parted, expression soft and sweet, laying like an actual pillow princess on his bed. the soft morning light hitting your skin perfectly he can practically feel the softness of it from just the photo. and that’s all it was. a perfectly captured polaroid of you sleeping peacefully on his bed in the asscrack of dawn.
“what?” he reaches for the photo, hesitate to grab it to aggressively or he’d bend it. but he snatches it nonetheless.
geto shrugs, “she looks cute here,” he doesn’t miss the way the pink haired man practically seethes. “you’re pretty fucking defensive—“
“fuck off,” sukuna rolls his eyes, scoffing dramatically. “I’m not some asshole that’ll show y’ a girl who’s naked and only let me take those photos because i told her I wouldn’t show anyone.”
“you did that with everyone else though,” geto points.
sukuna laughs, humorously, “well I didn’t have a fucking deal with the rest, that’s it. I can respect a woman’s fucking privacy.”
“only when it benefits you,” geto was so quick with the rebuttals, he doesn’t miss the way sukuna’s veins start to strain on his neck.
“yeah,” sukuna licks his teeth.
and that’s how he’s taking his anger out. even though he knows exactly what gojo and geto were trying to do. he couldn’t bare looking past the obvious reasons why it made him angry when anyone saw those photos.
you asked him not too. it was easy as that.
sure, his camera was infamous in the frat. something his grandfather had given him and he decided to make a stupid tradition of taking polaroids of girls with his cum splattered on them. the girls with huge tits, or a nice ass, or a pretty face, and the boys would love it, and some even started showing normal photos on their phones, but it was nothing compared to the artistry of this old polaroid camera.
they never claimed to be good people. it was such a dickish thing to do, but it’s not like anyone was stopping them—aside from nanami, who fucking snaps at them whenever he happens to be around when they talk about it— but still, it wasn’t until he remembered the camera when you were grinding on top of him so pretty, did the question slip out.
“can I take a pic of you?”
your brows furrow, one hand still over his as he squeezed your nipple, the other resting on his chest for balance.
“what d’you mean? why?” your pretty cheeks were flushed, lips glossy and bitten from earlier, blinking at him with mixed confusion.
“I’ve got this old ass camera my gramps gave me, and y’ look hot grinding on my dick all whiney and drooling—jus’ a kink, s’ all,” he shrugs, all casual. as if his admission didn’t make you flush just a bit, brow raising, trying to ignore the way your pussy clenches around his fat cock and not missing the way his sharp canines peak with his smirk.
“m’ not drooling,” you mutter, sighing as you continue rolling your hips, enjoying the way his cock fills you up so good. this was one of the best feelings ever, having sukuna’s dick stuffing you so full, something you’d never admit out loud. “so you’ve done this before?”
he hums. legs adjusting as they spread wider, angling his hips up to let you feel his cock deeper. you whine, rubbing your hand over his muscular pec, nails gently scratching at the tattoos.
“y’ cant show anyone else though, okay?”
his lips curl into a smirk, all the girls are the same, “course not.”
yet, how was he going to explain the internal twist he felt when he captured the photo, and your eyes were looking directly at his chest. “you shy or somethin’?” he laughs.
“if there’s a camera in my face when I’m riding someone’s dick, then yeah—“
“you’re grinding, babe. y’r not even close to riding my dick right now,” he snorts.
you tsk, rolling your eyes, “it was a long day, it’s not easy—“ you stop yourself mid sentence, but the shit eating grin is plastered all over his face.
“what was that?” he holds back a laugh, “not easy to ride this dick? how many times does this make it and you’re still not used to the size?” his words immediately has your pussy fluttering, he grunts, smiling wider.
“whatever take your damn picture already,” you huff, “weirdo. probably keep a secret box of all ‘em. weirdo,” you try your best to ignore the camera right under you, but it was pretty hard, especially when he snaps the picture pulling the polaroid out and shaking it.
“I’m practicing my porno skills. if everything goes to shit I’ll just take photos for playboy magazine or something. gotta build the portfolio, woman.”
you laugh, “you’re dumb as fuck,” you shake your head, still laughing making the man smirk, chuckling.
“you’ll see, ‘m gonna take more photos, show ya’ how pretty y’look, but first,” he puts the camera aside, hands sliding up to your ass, planting his feet on the bed, “I need you to fucking ride this dick—!”
“wai—ah!” you cry, immediately falling forward as he snaps his hips up. the wet slaps fill his bedroom, deafening. his tip drags against your sweet spot, hitting you so deep, you’re able to push up, painting wet kisses all over his neck, panting against his ear, sighing every time he groans into yours in reply.
“you feel s’good, such a good pussy, always so wet and tight,” he grunts into your ear, hand cracking down on your ass. “sit up, baby, keep riding so I can see that puffy clit—y’ wanna rub it against me yeah?”
your sweet whine goes straight to his pulsing cock, especially when you listen and push off his shoulders, chin damp with drool and lips glossy, pretty eyes full of unshed tears.
“you’re such a little slut, c’mon sit fully up, I did most of the work, keep the pace—ngh haah yeah, fuck your pussy’s fuckin’ tight, you feel me deep?”
you nod all dumb and cockdrunk.
“where d’ya feel me, babe?”
you whine, trying to bounce on his big cock, hips slamming as you feel the ache in your legs, but ignoring it because his thick veins were protruding around his dick the drag agaisnt your squelching walls felt so good— his words sink in making your pussy clench around him. manicured nails trail from his abs to rest your soft palm on the bulge in your pelvis.
“y’ feel me there?” sukuna eggs, tongue running across his bottom lip watching your pace slow for second as you stare at the bulge, whining when his rough thumb comes to your clit, pressing against it, before rubbing quick tight circles, making your hips stutter bouncing faster, back arching, showing off more of your pretty tits bouncing lewdly like his little pornstar. “yeah?”
“y-yeah, feel-feel it in my tummy—ahh—“ your body squirms, before planting your palms back on his abs, raising your hips again to come slamming down, his head hit the pillow, head falling back with a loud moan.
“fuck jus’ like that!” he cracks another hand down on your ass, the stinging making you wince and moan, head falling back in pleasure. his thumb continues its quick circles.
“fuck ryo—don’t stop, angh fuck ‘s good, feels fuck—!” you cry out, mouth falling agape chasing your high, whining even louder when he pinches your clit before rubbing fast circles again, the squelching filling the room. the scent of sex and him taking over your senses.
your lashes flutter shut, back arching so beautifully on top of him, chasing your high with mean slams down his cock.
you don’t realize his free hand left your upper thigh to grab the camera beside him, bringing it up to his eye, his tongue peaking out as he looks at the soft light from his nightstand reflecting off your curves, and the way your nipples create a soft shadow as they’re perked up and hard, your glossy bitten lips agape in high pitched moans—snap.
“angh fuck ‘m coming!” you cry, body trembling as you try to ride out your crashing high, vision white, knocking you out. “ryo—!” his legs have already planted themselves on the bed, arms locking around your torso pulling you down to his chest, as he uses you to reach his own orgasm. you’re hugging his head, lips kissing his cheeks and ear, moans so whiney from the overstimulation, pussy squirming on-top of him , unknowingly getting him closer just by your voice.
“fuck keep talkin’ babe, gonna fill ya’ up, tell me y’ want it—“
“mmm ya want it inside—cum inside me—ah fuck y’r twitching inside me—“ you whine directly into his ear, nails scratching his nape, fingers running through his pretty locks, tugging harshly with the brutal thrusts. you lick his sensitive earlobes, making him flinch in pleasure, hips pistoning up from under you, wet plaps fill your ears along with his deep groans. fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, pulling it apart, you’ve already drenches his thighs, his abs flex feelings your mixed juices run down coating his full balls.
“wanna cum with you, ryo,” you whine, hips trying to grind back with every thrust up, pressing your face into his, nuzzling yourself close, whining when you feel the coarse wet hairs of his pubes grind against your clit.
“selfish brat—ngh shit ‘m close—“ sukuna chokes, veins straining on his neck as your lips move to meet his. his tongue automatically opening, so natural as the kiss turns messy and wet, drool and spit mixing as his abs tighten, balls tightening up and you moan loud into his mouth. cumming together.
“ngh fuck—fuck—“ his hips tremble, the pleasure crashing through just like all the times before when you fuck. your pussy milks him, fluttering like a shy slut as his load paints your inside with sticky white cum.
you’re completely spent. panting against his lips, drool falling into his mouth as he rubs your waist. “you came like three fucking times,” he pants, chest heaving underneath you.
“like two times,” you pant, sitting up slowly, eyes falling on the camera, picking it up. “my turn,” you mutter still out of breath, examining the type of camera before raising it to your eye.
it’s hard not to admire a man like sukuna.
he’s huge. ripped. the insane tattoos that span across his sculpted body, and he has that lady killer face. the deep eyes that consume you. the thick brows you can’t help but brush a thumb over. the chiseled jaw littered with your kisses. sharp canines that you can’t help tonguing when you kiss. and of course those naturally glossy pink lips that’s so easy to get drunk off of.
you’re leaning up just a bit, his semi hard cock still nestled inside you as you point the lens at him. the frothy white base easily visible to him.
“there’s no your turn, why the fuck would I want pictures of myself?” he huffs, thick brows pinching in confused annoyance, glaring harshly at the lens trying to sit up—
“because I said, stop whining,” your soft palm presses against his chest pushing him back down. “you shy?”
“I jus’ fucking nutted inside you, and you’re pointin’ a camera in my face. give me a second to breathe,” he mutters, chest clearly still heaving, out of breath.
“almost like what I said,” you stick your tongue out behind the camera, and he rolls his eyes, thumb brushing the sweat on his forehead.
“you liked it, y’r pussy got all tight when I took it,” he reminisces, biting his lip, sharp eyes glancing down at the mess between your legs. humming in satisfaction at the sight.
“my pussy will get tight if I take a picture of you,” you say, and that seems to get him to lay still. “just be natural,” you mutter, not realizing how he’s ignoring the way he listens to you, just to feel your pussy tighten, hands running over your hips in anticipation, letting you snap your picture before he’s snatching it away. “careful,” you whine, leaning over his face to reach for his stretched out arm.
“nice view,” he smirks, face smushed between your tits as you carefully take the polaroid out of the camera, before sitting back on his lap, pussy tightening when you feel his cock start to harden again.
“moaning and groaning about taking my picture, ‘s only fair,” you shrug, fanning the polaroid gently waiting for it to come to life. sukuna rolls his eyes, glancing over at the three he’d taken earlier. “oh, did they come out good?” you immediately reach over the bed to snatch the them up. “eww!!” you shriek.
sukuna barks out a laugh, reaching over to take a look, but you’re pulling away, still analyzing the three.
“ew no these are so bad what the hellllll!”
“shut up—lemme see,” he’s still laughing, holding your wrists to prevent you from hiding them, and snatching them from your grasps.
shit.
“see! just—“ you hold a hand to your mouth fake gagging. “throw them out, rip them up—burn it. I can’t look at it—“
you’re rambling faded into the background of his mind, because his pupils are blown, and his chest is hot.
“what the—you’re unbelievable,” you squirm, unintentionally clenching around his now fully hard cock.
“you look hot,” he mutters, still admiring the photos. “I’m a goddamn artist.”
“what’re you saying—that one is so bad!” you shriek pointing at the one he took of you mid-orgasm. no one wants to see that.
“fuck off, you always look like that when you cum—“
“don’t say that!” you cry out, covering your ears dramatically shaking your head.
“the lighting is so good,” his tongue peaks out to wet his lips, and you hate how you’re distracted by his weird gawking. especially when you sit up straighter, tilting your head in fax confusion.
“and how do i look?”
“I said y’ look hot, that’s nothing new,” he easily answers, you roll your eyes.
“but in the picture…how?”
his eyes casually flick up to you, catching the glint in your irises. you little fuck.
his tongue pokes his cheek, holding back a smirk. “your nipples in the pic is all pretty and perky,” he starts listing, free hand casually moving over to rub his thumb against your nipple. you hum in pleasure, letting him continue.
“what else?”
“your skin…” he glances at the photo, cheeks hot as he feels down your torso, squeezing your hips, “looks like it’s glowing in this light, and it looks soft as shit,” he groans, rough palm feeling the contrast of your soft skin under his finger tips.
you hum again, grinding on his pulsing cock now, his tip casually kissing your sweet spot every grind, fuck he’s so naturally big you blush, his coarse pubes scratch against your swollen clit, adding to your dizziness.
“you’re lips are a mess,” he shifts his thighs open, groaning as you continue rocking, your soft fingers holding his wrist, keeping his palm pressed to your center now, nails gently scratching his forearm, as the other caresses his splayed out fingers. “can see your drool, and y’r cheeks are all wet from cryin’—“
“I don’t cry,” you whisper out, holding back a pathetic moan, because he’s staring up at you from under his thick lashes.
“yeah whatever,” he scoffs, picture falling to the side, because now he can’t take his eyes off of you grinding like a needy bitch, pushing his body up, lips meeting your sternum, kissing between your breasts, licking up your collarbones, before brushing his lips across your own. “fuck, the real thing really is better, but those photos don’t make you look any less,” he mutters, finally wrapping a strong arm around your middle, flipping you both in seconds.
“your dick got hard because of those photos or me?” you quip, letting him pin your wrists above your head. your back arching up, hips grinding up waiting for him to move.
he smirks, “both.” he kisses your lips hot and messy, tongue grinding and mixing with yours as he starts pulling his hips back and snapping them sharp and precise, tip hitting your sweet spot in the first go. “don’t worry, I’ll take more photos,” he kisses your lips, harder, hips driving into you faster, rougher— “of your lips,” he kisses, panting harder as you start whining, “of your tits,” he lists, wet plaps fill the room again. bed creaking. “of your bruised ass,” he groans deep, planting a firm hand beside your head as he picks up the pace. “this slutty fucking pussy—ngh fuck—you’d like that?”
“i wanna take some of you too—ahh, fuck harder ryo!—“
your wrists twist in his grasp, desperate to mark his back as you feel his twitching dick stretch you open, pussy sucking him back every thrust as if his previous load isn’t being shoved deeper inside you and spilling your inner thighs.
“fine,” he groans, face hovering of yours, grip bruising around your wrists as you tilt your chin up, licking his bottom lip. “but only because I wanna jerk off to y’r photos.”
“perv. you jerk off without me?”
“it’s pretty hard,” he admits, laughing when you smile. “cocky shit.”
“you said it, not me,” your lips part, “right there right there—haah fuckk—“
“I know right there,” he snorts. pistoning harder, slamming his fat tip against your squishy sweet spot, veins dragging against your walls making your back arch off the bed. eyes unable to leave your cute face twisting in pleasure.
“gonna cum—close!” you cry, trying to break free from his grip again, but he’s not letting up, lips still kissing and wetting your cheek with his messy tongue.
“fuck barely been five minutes,” he laughs, but doesn’t stop his ruthless pace. “y’r gonna cum, then I’ll fuck you for myself.” you cry out louder. his stomach flips, grinning like a psychotic sex manic, but really he’s elated with any reaction he gets from you.
your eyes half lidded, so blissed as you open your lips for him, chanting his name so adorably, you’re making his stomach twist. “fuck you’re precious…” he mutters.
“huh—ah ngh!—“ you’re so close, head going hazy, along with your senses, unable to digest what he’d just mumbled, especially when his lips start attacking yours, desperate for your pussy to flutter and squeeze his cock to death as you cum.
“let go, cmon cream all over my dick, y’ like how full your tummy is getting? let go,” he chants in your ear, making you whine louder. “jus’ like that pretty girl, i could take a photo of you now. hang it all over my room and door, have your cum face plastered all over the frat so everyone knows how good I make y’ feel.”
your moans get louder, more pathetic, pussy fluttering from his words. he chuckles.
“you’re so easy—you wanna be my slutty musé, woman?” he coos, degrading.
you whine, hips grinding up, mouth agape as his cock squelches, wet thrusts fill your ears, sticky mess covering your thighs, in webby cum, chasing the tightening coil in your tummy. “c-close—pl-pleasee ryo—please—!” your eyes are going blurry, tears filling them just like they always do, and he’s laughing, kissing your lips, muttering dirty nothings getting you to cry out louder.
“can’t hear y’ babe, gotta tell me how good this pussy’s feelin with my dick—“
“fuck I-can’t—haah!” a jumbled moaning mess is what you are right now. orgasm crashing over you, vision going blank. as your moans fill the space between you, muttering his name like a prayer.
and he’ll if you didn’t enjoy the way sukuna didn’t stop after. absolutely wrecking your tight hole to chase his own relief. ignoring your tears, and dumb babbles. his face and chest flushed red, grunting loud and rough with each thrust until he’s filling you up with another heavy load.
so when he’s looking at the photos he’d taken of you the next morning. you’re fast asleep beside him, naked back facing him, and he’s rolling his eyes, tossing them in his drawer. just for another photo to be added the next time you guys fuck.
and he lets you use the camera too, especially when you’re sprawled on his bed, naked and sweaty, stupid grin on your face after being filled up with his load, pressing your foot against his muscular pec, preventing him from snatching the camera from your grimy hands, and he doesn’t fight back. just holds your ankle, rubbing your calf, shamelessly eyeing your pussy as it oozes out his thick white cum. and the snap isn’t missed by him, eyes meeting yours just for you to snap another.
because how could you not capture that look.
so when the box starts filling up and the polaroids run out, he buys more. and for the first time, he decides those photos are just for him, and just for you.
kissing your shoulder as you air out one of the polaroids before admiring it. and he doesn’t have to know that your confidence grows with each photo he takes of you. and you don’t have to know the heat that burns in his chest when you gush over the photos you take of him.
“this one is my favorite so far,” you tease, stupid grin on your face as you wave the photo you took of him eating you out, eyes directly staring at the camera, and your hand tugging his dark salmon locks.
“dumb as fuck,” he glares at the polaroid, grumbling even more when you snap a picture of it with your phone.
“your eyes look pretty,” you hum, “see the way the light hits them, I’m an artist too,” you giggle, especially when he grunts in annoyance. “I’m building my portfolio too. gonna take pictures for playgirl. or maybe even pornos too—“
“shut the fuck up,” he turns your over, lips attacking your neck. “gonna take pictures of other guys’ dicks’?” he grumbles in annoyance.
you hum, “yeah, I took one of yours, so big and pretty when you’re being edged,” you giggle, nails scratching his nape, just for his eyes to meet yours in a dangerous glare.
and so there was a teasing bickering between you both when it came to this weird kink that couldn’t be explained to anyone else. especially considering your non-relationship. it was bedroom talk, who explains that outside the bedroom? the logic only makes sense when you’re both horny.
but now. his friends saw those photos. and it was hard to explain, but worse that they saw you naked. you. you’re just for him. and he promised he’d be the only one to see them. even though you’re fucking gorgeous, you trusted him. and those shitty pledges, fucking oogling you in those photos as if they don’t do enough of that when you come over.
“please, sir, I can’t feel my balls,” one pledge whimpers, snapping sukuna back. he glares at the pledges all down in plank.
“I’m surprised you have any,” sukuna tsks, rolling his eyes, bat resting on his shoulders. “we’re not even close to midnight. I don’t think y’ understand how badly you all fucked up! you should being shitting your pants before I fucking knock one of you out!—“
“ryo?”
sukuna blinks.
gojo and geto turn in surprise, seeing you standing by the sidewalk of the frat, bundled in a hoodie and jeans, along with jacket, it was starting to get colder, you can see your hot breath fogging up. you glance over at the freshmen all in plank, shivering, brow furrowed.
“what’re you doing here?” sukuna snaps, blood curdling when one pledge is staring at you. “fuck are you looking at?” sukuna snap, bat pressing his head harshly.
you cover your mouth with a yawn. “you said you were gonna show me your bike, I just had a work,” you yawn again. “you texted me yeah.”
oh shit.
sukuna drops the bat, immediately crossing the lawn to get to you. “come.”
“okay—oh,” you stumble when he snatches your wrist, dragging you up into the house. your eyes meet gojo’s briefly, eyes quirked as if to say, “what’s happening,” but gojo shrugs, smug as ever making you even more confused.
your lips part when you see him drop the bat by the couch and grab his keys and phone from the coffee table, then dragging you back to him, grip around your wrist. “you good—“
“let’s go to your place,” he finally says, stepping outside, eyeing the shitheads still in plank. “I don’t wanna see any of you until I fucking say,” he barks, disgusted.
“leaving?” geto questions, already knowing the answer, but obviously wanting the vp to admit it.
“they’re all yours, but if I catch one in the house when I’m back, I’m gonna fucking snap,” sukuna’s threat is real. everybody knows. gojo rolls his eyes, but grunts out an order for the pledges to get their clothes back on. all while sukuna storms down the road, you in tow via his unwavering grip.
“woah, what happened,” you catch up to his long steps, turning your wrist from his grip, and holding his sleeve instead, letting him lead the way to the train station, the directions to your place second nature to him. “did they steal something?”
sukuna grunts, affirming.
you whistle, shaking your head. “it might be because of the hazing, you guys should stop doing that—“
“it’s to teach fuckin’ discipline, everyone goes through it—“
“yeah, but i mean, it’s like thirty degrees,” you scold lightly, not realizing the extent of sukuna’s anger.
you freeze, brows pinched, letting go of his wrist, and rolling your eyes. “you’re so annoying.”
his jaw clenches, eyes scanning your face as if digesting all your features, your lips glossed with chapstick, the flush of your face from the cold, the hoodie keeping your warmth inside. your pretty eyes narrowed in annoyance towards him, and brows scrunched so adorably. fuck, and those shit heads all saw you, were they thinking about those photos, he should kill them—
“they’re idiots,” he starts, stepping towards you, naturally warm hand cupping your cheek inside your hoodie. “they fucked up bad,” he leans close, warm breath fanning against one another, nuzzling closer, inhaling your flowery scent. “I’m gonna kiss you,” he mutters, slightly hesitate, the guilt weighing on him, and curious to see if you’ll pull away.
“you’re not gonna convince me that hazing is normal, but kiss me,” you declare, and he hums, meeting your lips.
“ngh shit—gunna cum again he grunts in your ear, moan turning into a pathetic whine that fills your core as his load dumps into you for the second time that night.
the second you stepped into your apartment the man was all over you. fucking you right on the couch, spanks hard, and aggressive. teeth sinking and marking you everywhere. and it lead to him pinning your against the wall heading towards your bedroom, then crashing on top, just to fold you in half, slapping his cock on your wet pussy, tip rubbing against your clit, shivers running through the both of you.
and when he’s dragging his fat girth into your lewd hole, the obscene sounds have you both moaning.
he rolls off, arms stretched over his face, catching his breath. unbothered when you crawl closer, climbing on his lap, hands caressing his pecs, then his collarbone, pushing his arm over his head, hands caressing the muscles of his biceps, they were bigger than your hand.
“can i make it better?” you coo softly. smile gentle, he looked stressed and you weren’t going to start judging what these pledges could’ve done or his reaction. maybe they really stole something big. something precious to him.
his gaze unnerving as he looked between yours. more guilt twisting seeing how pretty and hot you look perched on his lap. his lap. only his. how much more twisted can this get?
“yeah,” he hums. free arm coming down to rub your thigh.
“yeah?” you lean closer, waiting for him to declare something. “tell me,” you whisper.
“closer,” the rasp draws you in. cheeks hot how casually he’s laid on your bed, eyes heavy, gazing at your lips. “closer.”
your lips are hovering over his, eyes just as lidded as you glance at him through your pretty lashes, cheeks hot as he keeps you there, chest to chest, blushing the longer he breathes in your air, calloused palm traveling up your spine sending shivers down your spine.
“kiss me,” he commands.
unable to contain your unexpected jitters, sukuna feels your smile as you slowly press your soft lips against his. so gentle. manicured nails coming to hold his jaw lightly, kissing his bottom lip first, tongue running across it, then his top lip, sucking it in.
the guttural hum sends a flurry of heat through your chest, nails tracing his sharp jaw, pulling back to kiss him again, pecks, than your tongue peaking, than another peck. he’s still calm, following your pace, not increasing it, kissing back only when your lips press against his.
“more,” he sighs, hand running down the dip in your spine to the curve of your ass.
your hand holds his jaw, tilting his chin up, lips molding together, his lips are wet and soft against yours. you wanna taste him, tongue peaking to go in, and he hums parting his lips for you, tongue meeting yours, mixing slow and controlled.
your kisses seem to be just as perfect as everything else about you. his chest aches, tongue desperate, turning this kiss messy, but you control it. nails scraping his neck, holding his neck, thumb under his jaw keeping him in place. and just like all the times before, he gets greedy. hands feeling up your bare sides, palm groping your ass, squeezing.
“y’know I didn’t mean to piss you off,” you mutter against his lips. kissing them when he leans up for more. you peck him a few times, nails scratching his neck lightly, it felt nice. “i just don’t want one of the pledges getting injured—“
“they deserve it,” he husks, kissing the corner of your lips as you sigh.
“you’d get in trouble. you, and satoru, and the frat could be put on probation again,” you gently speak. even though you rarely voice it, he knows how much you hate fraternity culture. it was a surprise you’re still talking to them, but then again, you only speak to him, gojo, and geto, the rest seem to get under your skin. “what if you don’t graduate?”
his grip tightens on your ass, tongue poking out to stroke your bottom lip. “you’re fuckin’ annoying,” his insult doesn’t sting, especially with the way he mutters it, because you were right. your lips curl against his, deepening the kiss, rocking back against his torso, sliding your pussy down to his coarse pubes, your moans like sweet honey when it starts scratching your clit.
“jus’ be more careful,” you add, nails running up, caressing his sharp cheekbones with your thumb.
he grunts, jaw opening so your lips can fall back against his, tongues mean as you continue grinding on him, ignoring his weeping cock brushing against your ass, hanging heavy and untouched. “lean forward,” he husks, arm coming down to grab hold of his cock, groaning at the contact as he rubs it between your cheeks.
“wait,” you sigh, still rolling your hips at the right angle, stimulating your clit, shamelessly allowing your pussy to coat him in more of your slick. “jus’ wanna cum like this,” you moan against his lips, pretty lashes fluttering as you choke on another whine. grinding harder.
“you’re unbelievable—“ his adam’s apple bobs, you’re keeping your pace, kissing him just so you can whine louder, selfishly rubbing back and forth, drenching his dark pink happy trail and thick base in your slicky juices, eyes fluttering, and lips falling agape in pleasure as you get closer. you start trembling, tensing up as your grinding gets sloppier, drool pooling a dripping from your lips to his face.
“fuck.” his groan is deep, admiring every little feature as your cry gets slightly higher pitched, breathless, as you finally cum.
you whine, sitting up and rocking against him, hands grabbing at your own boobs, biting your lips as you ride out your orgasm, sticky pussy juices creating small strings as it hovers over his wet pubes you’d just came on.
“you’re dripping,” he groans, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it.
“mmm yeah,” you take his base, swirling your hips over his weeping tip, letting it drag over your swollen and overstimulated clit. “y’ want me to put it in?” you coo all submissively, doe eyes fluttering down at him, like you’re at his mercy.
he bites back a pathetic groan, cock veins straining as your sweet syrup drips from your pussy down his length as you continue hovering.
“i wanna make you feel better, yeah? tell me you want it,” your words are breathless, low and so very provocative, he couldn’t help that heat that swarm across his chest and lower stomach. your hips calculating as they dipped just to rub his sensitive tip with your wet pussy, occasionally letting his tip nudge your hole just for your to clench squeezing more juices out onto him.
“you want me to beg?—ngh,” his head falls back again, rough when you slip his tip in, then out, tongue lulling out like a little slut as you glance down at his poor cock, tip flushed bright pink.
“I want you to tell me what you want,” your eyes bat at him. “you’re upset.” your sweet voice drips, “you’re frustrated. you’ve been glaring, so…” your thumb runs across his tip, pressing down making his hips buck, grunt slipping out. “I’m here to fix it. so tell me.” you lick your bottom lip, collecting your drool. “I’m all yours.”
fuck.
his pupils dilate. big hands coming to feel your hips. lidded eyes locked on you.
“use me.”
your lips part. a gentle curl peaking from his command, finally sinking down, before slamming the rest letting gravity take over. you both moan in union.
and neither of you address your own words. it was fucking sex. just like those photos. it doesn’t matter what’s said in the bedroom. but maybe his choice of wording, was a small atonement for letting your photos get exposed. for letting people see how fucking precious you are when you’re alone with him.
sukuna didn’t bother thinking about the album on his phone of photos and videos he has of you. and he sure as hell will kill anyone before letting you find out that the guys have seen those polaroids because he’s scared to think how you’ll react. it wasn’t like it was on purpose, he tried punishing them, but you stopped him.
so instead, he kisses your wrists, bucked his hips to keep you bouncing. whispered praises with every drag of his cock through your gummy walls, and didn’t mind fall down the bed after you came, just to lap up your pussy over and over. tongue curling and dragging through your folds until you were crying out in pleasure.
that’s all he can really do.
make you feel good.
and hopefully that’ll be enough to keep you right here under him.
[ more frat!kuna ]
a/n: thank u guys for being so patient w me! i was literally out of the country for two weeks so i wrote this drabble since im still not done w the next chp!
[18+] mdni. nsfw. fwb. piv. raw. angst. unprotected. college au. f!reader. heavy creampies. cumdump. questionable relationship. pro-choice. dacryphilia. heavy spanking. lactation kink (dirty talk).
your lips part once you arrive back to your apartment, because sukuna was still passed out in your room. snoring loudly, back rising and falling with each steady breath he took, arms crossed under the pillow.
“no way you’ve been sleeping all day,” you drop your bag by the door. expecting him to stir.
but of course, the man doesn’t move an inch. not even when you sigh loudly.
“ryo?”
nothing.
you frown, but a small knot of concern stirs inside your chest. he texted you last night, and he seemed stressed. he glossed over the fact that he skipped all his classes, and that he’d skipped practice the day before that too, and instead buried himself deep inside you, low grunts filling your ear with each rough thrust he gave you.
you weren’t expecting to see him when you got back today considering he definitely has classes around this time.
your eyes soften as you shrug off your outside clothes, kicking them into the hamper before throwing on a loose fitted tee, and crawling behind him.
“ryo?” you gently lean over him, bed dipping under your weight. the man still half asleep, facing away from you as your hand softly runs across the expanse of his tanned back, hearing him hum, fingers brushing the tattoos you’ve gotten too familiar with. you lean over, pressing a gentle kiss behind his ear knowing how sensitive it is.
sukuna grunts, flinching just a bit.
“are you sick?” you whisper.
“no,” he grunts. voice laced with sleep.
“don’t you have a lecture now?” you ask, tracing the tattoos that circle his bicep.
he hums, “yeah,” yawn slipping out as he rolls onto his heavy back, another groan coming out, eyes are still closed, and brows knitted together. his hand lazily scratches his chest.
“why didn’t you go to class?” you’re glancing over his face, lips parting as you brush your fingers over the tattoos that mark his cheeks.
“didn’t feel like it,” he shrugs, groaning again when you climb on top of him, settling on his torso.
“something happen?” you ask leaning over him, breath fanning against his face as you trail soft teasing kisses along his neck, and sharp jaw. his skin is warm under you, hands easily gravitating to your ass, humming in delight when he squeezes the flesh possessively.
“shit weekend,” his reply is cut and dry. and you vaguely remember him texting you friday saying he wasn’t here for the weekend.
“what happened?” you don’t know when to quit, and it’s more confusing since you’re getting a little needy too, so it’s not even in your best interest to start poking into his moody attitude. but you still ask, and you feel him grip your ass a little tighter, before he’s cracking down a hard spank against your cheek.
“it’s just bullshit.” his hips shift up, the tent under the blanket growing.
“was it—“
“if we keep talkin’ im gonna get fuckin’ soft,” he snaps, hands selfish as they pull your panties to the side, biting a groan when he dips his finger in from behind. your back arching, humming as you continue kissing his jaw.
“kay,” you drop it. just like all the times before.
and he’s kicking the thin blanket off his legs, until his chubby cock springs out, and your grinding against it now, biting your lip as you watch his flushed head weaping on his toned stomach, wetting his dark happy trail.
sukuna doesn’t rush you, obvious that he’s not gonna go to any classes, arm resting behind his head, other squeezing your thigh with every rock, grunting when you start coating him in your drooling slick. panties still pulled to the side, wet folds spreading around his cock as you grind a little harder on his tip as it presses against your clit.
your hips roll down, lips parting with soft, satisfied pants. it was still mid day, the light shining through the windows, letting sukuna see everything. including the way your folds create a sticky mess when your hips rise again, your soft hands wrapping around the hem of your shirt lifting it overhead and tossing it aside.
he groans, greedy eyes gawking at the way your tits bounce when you sit back down. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he sits up, tongue already licking the soft flesh, groaning around your nipple as he sucks it, humming when it hardens under his flat tongue.
your nails thread through his pink locks, scratching his scalp, earning a deep groan from the back his throat.
he lets himself drown in your lazy rocks, not even complaining that you haven’t sunk down on his weeping cock yet. his flushed red tip leaking more sticky pre onto your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. soft pants leaving your pretty mouth as he suckles on each nipple, hand groping and massaging, as the other caressed your spine, occasionally slipping to your ass to keep you rocking.
neither of you are moaning loudly, or talking. just soft pants and low curses as you finally place your hands on his shoulders, pushing up.
he pulls away from your nipple, a string of spit connecting your nipple to his glossy lips, as he watches you wrap a hand on the base of his cock. his jaw falls open briefly, strangled grunt escaping when you stroke him a few times, thumb circling his tip and pressing down.
“fuck,” his adam’s apple bobs as you finally line him up, pussy clenching as his tip nudged your soaked hole before you sink down. your stomach twists, feeling the first big stretch. “jus’ like that,” he bites his lip, every inch of his cock slowly getting wrapped in your warmth.
your inevitable whine slips out, something sukuna can always expect, biting a smirk as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“y’r good,” he reaffirms, squeezing your ass, as you hum, jaw still open as higher whines fall out the more you sink down. “atta girl.”
you hum, cheeks flushed, body hot as you finally bottom out. you rock a bit, adjusting before his lips fall back on your nipple, suckling like a sleep deprived man and you start grinding. his full pulsing cock nuzzled deep inside you, feeling your tummy bulge against his abs.
you couldn’t explain how good it felt. sukuna couldn’t take his mouth off your chest, practically groaning everytime you lifted your hips just a bit more.
it was just the warmth. his heart was clenching just as tight as your cunt every time you let out a soft whine. your smaller body always felt so good on top of him, his teeth nipping at your nipples, before he started lifting your ass a bit, so you can start bouncing.
and his muffled groans get deeper and more pathetic the longer you lazily ride him. the minutes ticking bye, and he’s digging his fingers into the globes of your ass, mouth drooling on the tops of your breasts as you start bouncing a little more. and he likes how painful his cock feels, needing more stimulation, veins throbbing against your gummy walls, but thriving off the edging.
“shiit, you feel so good today,” he’s out of breath, tongue licking the drool spilling on your breasts, lapping at your nipple as he grunts, hips jerking on instinct. “so good, so good,” his breath is uneven.
but when your nails scrap his nape, tugging his hair a bit, his heavy lids flick up to you in response, and he feels a hot searing sensation crash through him, his cock twitching violently, and he’s left completely dumbstruck.
you were a sight.
your vision was glossed over, lashes fluttering, pupils dilated, and your perfect wet lips parted as always, shining with salvia as you pant. and your expression left his chest tightening and body squirming. why were you looking at him like that?!
there was no way your expression wasn’t unintentional.
he’s staring, face hot. and when your breath catches, whining again. lashes kissing your flushed cheeks momentarily, he’s tightening his arms around you, cradling your head, immediately bringing you to his lips.
you gasp, hand digging into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, cracking another hard spank, spreading your cheeks as he tightens his grip on your nape, swallowing your shaky moans. your body reacting as you start bouncing faster.
“what’re you thinking?” he pants against your lips. not moving to help you bounce.
“haah, you feel good,” you sigh, tongue coming out just for him to flatten his tongue on it, wet and messy, groaning when you hold his jaw.
“n—mmm-no,” he pulls from your lips. eyes dark as he falls back on the bed. you whine, eyes locked on his lips, wanting to chase after them, but also focused on keeping your pace, hands planting on his lower abs. “what’re you thinking?” and it’s the emphasis on thinking that makes your lips part, mind blanking as you stare at the man who had a grumpy ass attitude just a few seconds ago, wide eyed, flushed face, and sweat that’s built up on his chiseled chest. your cheeks sting seeing his sharp brows pulled together in pleasure as he lets you use his cock without complaining. biting his lip eyeing your body, and all you can think is—
“i wanna make you cum a lot.”
his cheeks flush, smile widening,
“yeah?”
you nod, “yes—“ trying your best to go a faster, hips stuttering when you feel his thick cock press against your cervix. “want you to cum and fill me up—haah just like you like it.”
“just how i like it?” he husks, biting his lip trying not to smile too hard, especially when you’re staring down at him with those big glossy doe eyes that makes him twitch. still wondering how you can look at him like that when you guys were just grinding a few seconds ago—maybe it was the way he was sucking your tits too?
but still, you whine again at the rasp in his throat. he always sounds sexier when you’re fucking, and you hate the way your brain short circuits whenever he groans or grunts. the sound so manly.
his jaw clenches and sharp eyes focusing on the way your pussy swallows his thick member. and now you’re looking down at where you’re connected, whining again because you can see the frothy white ring circling his thick base. drool collecting on your tongue, cheeks flushed, eyeing his wet pubes — the dark salmon hairs shining with your arousal, and you can only whine more—
“you’re drooling, babe—ngh—“ his thighs flex, nails digging into your hips, as another hand comes up to grope your bouncing tits, biting a groan. “keep talkin’—you want me to cum—why?”
it’s twisted.
this whole thing is fucked up.
not even fully understanding why his horny ass brain wants you to answer.
“mmm ryo—“ you whine, head falling back as you continue slamming down on his length. “you like filling me up…you like cumming inside me—angh and and—ah fuck!—it feels good when you c-cum….so good, ryo—yaa, yeah.”
his eyes fixate on his cock pressing against your tummy with every slam. the bulge so cute, trailing his eyes back up to your babbling lips. your dumb brain falling apart, as you work yourself on top of him. for how much you complain after about it being hard, you still love being on top.
“you like my cum?” he’s holding onto you tight, already feeling his stomach coil and his balls start to pulse by your words.
“yes!” you moan, gaze falling back on him, and you whine, seeing his dark eyes lock with yours. “your cum is so warm and heavy—and i like it—i like when you cum so much…ah haah—“ you’re bouncing erratically, getting sloppier and more whiney. he’s spreading his legs apart, watching you lean up, hands groping his large pecs for stability, your pervy little brain whining as you feel him up.
“fuck you’re dirty,” he groans loud, hand falling on top of yours on his sweaty pec. “y’ like seeing your pussy filled up with white sticky cum?”
“yes!”
“y’ like it deep in your tummy,” he pants, throat husky.
“angh yes!”
“y’ like what?” ah fuck he’s teasing you, and the raspy tone has you whining louder, slamming your hips down, the clapping of your ass back on his thighs filling the air. the sloshing of your arousal obscene.
“y’ur cum—cum ryo, angh please please—cum,” the tears fill your waterline, drool sliding down with the way you’re moaning, and out of breath. begging him to cum, chanting his name, until he’s grasping your ass. legs spreading and snapping his hips up, and you’re still trying to bounce on him. whining like a pathetic needy thing.
“ngh christ! that dirty fucking mouth—“ his heavy thighs flex, cock weeping inside you. “y’ wanna get your pussy filled that bad?”
your lashes flutter, eyes glazed as you concentrate on holding off your orgasm, because sukuna’s so close, and your heart is aching to make him feel good, for a reason you don’t want to think about, even if it similar to that feeling you had seeing him upset last night—“ryo p-please…” you whine, “are you close? I wanna cum—“ you’re out of breath, and sukuna is groaning loud, chest shaking and neck straining as he lifts his hips.
“close—fuck—let’me fill this pussy—fuckk fu—ngh!”
“ah—!”
you gasp, braising yourself as a loud moan shakes his entire body and his cock pulses erratically before squirting ropes of thick cum inside your gummy walls.
you flush, whining as you keep bouncing, sticky slaps fill the room as sukuna groans, eyes heavy as you ride yourself to your coming orgasm. your little fingers rubbing circles on your clit before you’re shaking, eyes crossing and clenching around his aching cock before coming completely undone.
“fuck,” sukuna chokes, hand failing to hold your hips stopping your trembling as you rub your clit against his pubes. trying to milk more of his cum out as you whine.
your palms are still planted on his chest, head down, panting, eyes shut as you catch your breath.
and the man underneath you is fucked completely.
his gaze is locked on your softening features, brows unknitting as you come off down from your orgasm. and you look like you’re glowing, the sweat on your skin glistening in the daylight, it’s almost instinctual for him to brush a hand across your warm cheek. ears turning red when your lashes flutter softly at the contact, soft pants leaving your lips as your tired eyes meet his.
“come’ere,” he mutters, glossy lips parting, pulling you down to his mouth, meeting in a lazy kiss. his thumb caresses your cheek, warmth spreading through his chest when you pull away to breathe, dazed look in your eyes, leaning into his plan as he stares. “you’re cute when you get needy for cum.”
your eyes close in exasperation.
“you’re a dick,” you mutter, embarrassed.
he snorts, still holding your cheek, biting back a smirk when you open your eyes to glare at him to shut up, but he doesn’t. “didn’t know y’ liked me cumming that much and in this pussy too. it was just cute s’ all, woman.”
“s’ just…” you stifle a yawn, fingers smoothing over the tattoos on his chest. “you always cum a lot. like in general.”
“it’s called being a man,” he snorts.
you tsk shaking your head. “guys don’t cum that much. but you do. and i feel it filling me up, and it’s good...” and you don’t realize the affect your words have until you’re glancing at sukuna’s frozen face. his sharp brows scrunching as his grip tightens around your nape.
“you’re gonna make me fucking hard again,” he groans into your lips.
and all this seems to replay in your head — along with every other time you and sukuna fucked in the last two-ish months.— all because of today.
your heart was beating erratically.
throat tightening as you felt the bathroom walls cave in.
there was no way. it wasn’t possible. not three of them!
it’s a joke. or a dream—yes a dream! wake up! please!
and that’s also how you ended up ignoring sukuna all weekend, up until now. your eyes widen when you see the familiar set of salmon hair noticing you at the same time, cigarette falling from his lips as he immediately starts beelining, through the crowded courtyard, towards you—
“oh actually i have to go—“ you quickly sit up, grabbing your things and stuffing them in your bag.
“you didn’t even finish your food,” utahime says with a mouth full of her salmon bowl.
“i gotta take a dump before my next class, ill text you guys!” and you don’t even give shoko or utahime a chance to respond before making quick strides across the field in the opposite direction. your foot making contact with the side walk turning the corner when a tight grip catches your bicep, lurching back—
“hey!-“ his face is red, sharp brows pinched in anger, slightly out of breath too from sprinting to you. “what the fuck’s your problem? why aren’tchu answering y’r fucking phone?”
“I’ve been busy,” you squirm in his grasp.
“oh please,” he scoffs, sharp brows knit together, eyes narrowing as he notices the way you’re avoiding eye contact. “cut the bullshit, what the fuck happened? you pissed at me or some’ shit?” he tries to get in your face, but you still don’t look at him. “what the fuck?”
“I didn’t fucking say anything,” you try again to free yourself, but it only tightens, now dragging you around the building away from prying eyes. “ryomen—let go—“
“tell me what the fuck’s going on, before I start gettin’ pissed.”
your eyes narrow, “are you threatening me?”
his jaw clenches, grip easing on you, it wasn’t a bruising grip to begin with, but still kept you from running away. “I’m highly suggesting.”
and you look away again. and now his chest is starting to tighten, and his clothes just get a little hotter, especially when your brows pinch together even more, expression unfamiliar to him as your hands clench — it was obvious…
“i know y’re fuckin pissed at me— answerin’ gojo’s fuck ass text about class, but not me? the fuck did i do? you’re acting weird,” and he’s towering over you, as you’re turning your face away again, only adding to his anxiety. he can’t even remember what could’ve happened. the last time he saw you was at your place and you’d called then to fuck. you even watched a lame ass movie after that he complained the whole way through.
his tone eases, cautious now, voice leveled as he calls your name.
another beat of silence rolls out. the birds chirping in the distance, and your lips part.
“I’m fucking pregnant.”
his heart drops.
and you unironically witness all the color drain from his face in seconds. throat going dry, and body completely still.
your hands grasp the sides of your head, already feeling that horrible twist in your gut again, possibly the same one sukuna’s suddenly feeling, the nausea crawling up his throat, as you slowly begin to panic,
“fuckfuckfuck,” you’re crouching down, full emotions hitting now. your lips tremble, eyes filling with immediate tears as you look up at sukuna who’s still frozen. “ryo what do i do?—“
his lips part in slight disbelief, hand rubbing down his face, “fuck!—“
“ryo,” you’re breathing heavily.
“you took a pregnancy test?” he finally tries to collect himself, heart pounding in growing panic. “aren’t you on fucking birth control?? how the fuck did this happen!!?” he snaps.
“I don’t know!” you shout.
“fuck!”
“stop saying that!” you groan, and now he’s pacing, hand rubbing his face aggressively and you’re still crouched on the ground.
“when did you find out—what made you take it?”
“last week, I couldn’t remember if I got my period this month or last month, and I’ve been eating a lotta peanut butter and pickles, and I just panicked and I had a test so i took it and it came out positive.”
that only serves to make sukuna’s anxiety worse. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me then?!!”
“clearly I’m still wrapping my head around it! and you’re not my fucking boyfriend—“
“we fuck! we fuck basically every fucking day! so ya, you fucking tell me—“
“well i told you now!” and the shouting was immediately followed by your eyes filling with tears easily spilling down your cheeks at the situation. “i don’t want it, ryo—“ your lips tremble, in full panic, “but I don’t know how far along it is and-and I’m fucking broke!” you cry, more tears coming out, basically hiccuping. “I can’t afford an abortion.”
his chest twists. damnit, he’s not used to seeing you cry outside of sex, or panic to begin with.
he kneels in front of you, arms easily holding your shoulders and pulling to his chest. “we’ll figure it out,” his voice is strained with controlled frustration at the situation, just replaying all the times he’s cummed inside you, and even more panicked because you’re trembling, not even knowing what you expect him to say—
“what do i do—i think I have to make an appointment?” you’re sniffling into his chest, panicking even more at the thought of making an appointment at a clinic.
“ya—um, fuck—“ he groans again, and that just causes you to pull away, hands coming up to your face, crying harder. “shit, fuck baby—don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m just—I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
“d-don’t say that,” you’re crying more, chest tightening. “i don’t know either! so don’t leave me, please.”
his jaw clenches, “I’m not gonna fucking leave you,” he snaps, but clearly that doesn’t stop your crying. his head falls back in exasperation. “fuck.”
is this the world punishing him?
but even so, if he had to think about the future, the silver lining here would be that he’d probably get to fuck you for the rest of his life, right? i mean if you can’t get the abortion, shouldn’t you guys get married then? probably a courthouse type thing, it works in your favors being married financially. also your tits would get bigger too, and they’d be filled with milk—
he silently shows up at your place the next day. neither of you very talkative on the way to the nearest radiology clinic. his hands deep in his pockets, as he walks close beside you.
you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s thinking—
“what happens if we can’t get rid of it?”
“huh?” your eyes slowly turns to him.
he shrugs, trying his best to be cautious, “I don’t know, like what happens with us?”
and that elects a different response from you, one of subtle shock, but also another feeling of anxiety at the implication of speaking about your sexual relationship. and addressing this had you stuttering out a response.
“i-um—I don’t know…” your throat goes dry.
his eyes glance over at you, biting his jaw because you’re so quiet, understandably so, but he’s still curious to know what you think. which has been an annoying reoccurrence lately, even before this reveal.
“i won’t leave you, jus’ so y’know.”
your chest tightens. teeth sinking into your lips, controlling your confused emotions, and maybe that’s why you can only respond by reaching out to him, small fingers tightening around his sleeve, holding it.
his jaw tenses, and eyes softening as you lean closer to him, just as you arrive at the clinic.
luckily after you both calmed down a bit yesterday. you sat at a picnic bench, googling what to do and finding the nearest clinic to make an appointment. and the entire time, you were pressed close to him, as he leaned over the table, typing in your info to book the appointment, all the while your face was pressed against his bicep watching with rimmed eyes, unbothered by the way your snot was being wiped all over his short sleeve and skin every few seconds.
“name please?” the secretary asks. 
sukuna looms tall and broad behind you as you take the form and fill out some additional questions. it’s quiet as you wait. neither of you speaking, his head resting against the wall, eyes shut as to not look at all the baby posters hanging around. while you stare at each and every single one, making your anxiety worse until you hear your name called.
you’re both up in seconds, startling a few bystanders.
and from an outsiders point of view. it was amusing.
watching you and sukuna walk into the room like robots. expressions cold and controlled. hands shaking to stay calm. holding your breaths as you laid on the chair, and sukuna stood close by, hands never leaving his pockets.
“so you guys are here to know how far along you are?” the technician starts.
you nod your head, anticipation eating you alive. both you and sukuna praying it’s not too far along that you can still get an abortion.
sukuna’s hand flexed in his pocket when you lift your shirt, popping your jeans open and zipping it down.
“well I don’t see a bump, but sometimes women can be six months along and not see a difference, but it’s rare, haha” she laughs lightly, as if that doesn’t actually make sukuna taste a bit of puke in the back of his throat, and your stomach twist ready to shit with anxiety.
you wet your lips watching her snap the gloves on and grab the gel, still rambling on when she looks at you and sukuna, not bothering to read the room at all as she smiles. “you guys make such a pretty couple!” she gushes, “I’m sure this baby will be even more beautiful with both your looks,” she coos.
and the anxiety you both were choking on, prevents either of you from correcting her. only scrutinizing every movement until she’s squirting the cold gel onto your tummy.
sukuna shifts uncomfortably. the technician’s gloved hand spreads the gel before clicking some buttons on the sonogram.
“okay, let’s see,” she smiles, spreading the transducer around your stomach, watching the screen closely as the black and white image shows.
the silence is deafening. you can hear the people in the waiting room, and sukuna cracking his knuckles with anxiety.
you’re trying not to squirm, eyes closing, and sukuna is pacing from foot to foot, rocking with uncontrolled nerves. get a grip, he’s dealt with far worse before, but this—it was different. how does one even process what’s happening??—
“oh.”
your hearts drop.
bracing for the worst as two pairs of sharp eyes bore into the poor woman making her shiver.
“um, you’re not pregnant.”
huh…
your brains short circuit, catching up to what was just said.
the sheet crinkles under you. sukuna wets his lip still processing, “what?”
“i don’t see anything,” she hooks the transducer back on the machine, grabbing a paper towel, but you’re both still frozen in confusion.
“what’dya mean she’s not pregnant?” sukuna is dumbstruck,
“i took three pregnancy tests, they all came out positive?? and I couldn’t remember the last time I got my period.”
the technician wipes the gel from your stomach, brows furrowing as she looks at you. “really?”
you nod erratically. needing an explanation for the fucking crisis you’ve been living this whole week!
she tosses the dirty towels in the bin, turning back to you thinking. “three tests?” she thinks more, “did you get them all from the same place?”
“no they were all different brands,” you shake your head. “i had them all in my bathroom.
that’s when her brows quirks up, “how long have you had them in there?”
“um, my sister bought them like two years ago when she was trying.”
the technician offers a gentle smile, “honey, did you check if they were expired before using them?”
oh.
sukuna’s head falls forward, hand sliding down his face, feeling a thousand pound weight lifted off his shoulders.
“they usually expire within one to three years, and it’s always best just to buy them fresh from the store next time,” she explains, “your period though could be due to stress or other factors, which i suggest you get checked—“
“angh fuck, ryo!” you cry, head thrown back in pleasure as he pounds into, hitting your sweet spot until your vision is getting blurry.
“fucking gave me a goddamn heart attack—y’ didn’t bother to check the expiration date—haa fuck!” he grunts slamming his aching cock deep into your pussy, not bothering to hold back his strength, groaning when you cry out again.
“I didn’t know,” you moan, lips covered in drool, back arching off your mattress, as his arm hooks under your leg, shoving his cock deeper, skin slapping with every vulgar thrust.
and he’s bending your leg against your chest, leaning over and groaning as his thick veins drag against your walls, arm pressed beside your head for balance, cracking in meaner thrusts to watch the tears start to build in your waterline, jaw slack in pleasure as you moan.
“fuck you look so good under me,” he’s panting, eyeing your blissed out face. because after a week—two days for him— that could’ve changed your lives forever, when the relief of freedom is given to you by the sweet words you’re not pregnant. the only thing two people in this kind of relationship can do, is have loud messy sex.
and it doesn’t matter how many rounds you go. crying his name over and over, panting into your ear as his grunts rack through his sweaty body every time you clench around him.
the words still manage to tumble out of his lips, “you can trust me.”
he’s still cracking in thrusts, eyeing you below him, and you’re blinking the tears to look at him, mouth agape, panting and whining.
“if you were pregnant,” he rasps, biting a groan, “I wouldn’t have left you.” he doesn’t care right now. not when he’s about to cum again, and stuff you full of it. and not when you’re crying below him so beautifully because of the pleasure he’s giving you, and not the stress and panic of the unknown. “if you wanted the abortion—ngh, we would’ve gotten it—I would’ve paid,” he’s grunting loud, crimson gaze locked on yours. “if y’ wanted to keep it, I would’ve stayed too,” and now he’s chuckling, as if his words are funny and not making your stomach flip and tumble.
“doesn’t matter if we just fuck, and not dating,” he lists, groaning when you start clenching around him, whining softly as your nails dig into his skin, blinking up at him, holding onto every single word and syllable coming out of his mouth. “none of that matters—“ he pants. “I’m a fucking dick,” he groans again, “but I wouldn’t do that to you.”
and he’s looking at your face, and the flush and dampness of your cheeks, and your eyes doting up at him with something he can’t read. his lips just part again, eyes softening, groan slipping out by accident, and he’s feeling his hips grow sloppy, especially when you’re staring up at him like a fucking doll.
“plus,” he adds, biting back another pathetic moan when you reach your hand up, gasping when he snaps a harder, meaner thrust in, shaking your body, tits bouncing. “you’d look so fucking hot—“ he pants, letting you grab hold of his jaw, pulling him down. “if y’were pregnant,” he’s laughing at your whine, feeling you tighten around him. “jus’ thinking about your tits swollen with milk,” he’s speaking against your lips, groaning when you start shaking, orgasm practically hitting faster with his vulgar words. “would you still let me suck them?”
“ryo!” you cry out, jaw slack as you cum with a high pitched whine, and he’s laughing, chasing his own incoming climax.
“haah fuck—y’r pussy always tastes good, and your spit—your milk would be even sweeter, ya?” and he’s talking himself into a frenzy, head going dizzy at the fantasy of your tits full with milk and you’re clenching every time he speaks. “y’d let me suck them until they’re sore, right? let me drink all y’r milk, ma?”
you’re trembling, cheeks stinging, “ryo, d-don’t say that,” you whine.
he’s still laughing, thrusts sloppy, leaning his face close to yours, panting into your mouth, “you can cry about getting stuffed with my cum, but I can’t think about your tits filled with so much milk that it’s leaks out—ngh fuck!” he’s slamming deep into when you clench one final time, his cock twitching violently shooting ropes of cum, creaming hard inside you. “fucckk—fuck y’ feel good,” he moans, unashamed at how vocal he is.
his sweaty forehead pressed against yours, abs flexing as he lazily thrusts his squirting cock, filling you up, just the way you like.
and even out of breath and sweaty, you’re nuzzling your face into his neck as he lays beside you, chest heaving. your lips kissing his neck, hand running across his pecs.
“thank you, ryo.”
and he knows why you’re thanking him, though he doesn’t think you need too. he’s just happy you know that he’ll be there.
even if you are just fuck buddies…
more fwb frat!kuna here
[a/n] - the lactation kink came outta nowhereeee but it made me blushhh — love me some dirty talk :p
➷ fratboy sukuna not telling you his brothers were visiting [fwb]
[18+] mdni. nsfw. dacryphilia. prone bone. f!reader. angst. piv. ráw. creampie. rough. degrading. choso (16) in a band & yuuji an unhinged 11yr old.
sukuna couldn’t have predicted the events of this weekend. well maybe he could of, if he bothered to check his calendar in the morning. but instead he was busy checking you out.
the sun still rising, and you passed out dead on his bed, his blanket slipping down your back as he sits up, groaning into his hands because gojo and geto haven’t stopped knocking every five minutes to make sure they all make it to practice on time.
and of course you’re surprisingly able to sleep through that. and he can only thank himself, considering how hard he fucked you last night. he can still feel how tight you squeezed his poor dick.
his rough hand smoothed over the expanse of your smaller back, the soft skin a contrast to the deep bite marks on your shoulders, and he couldn’t help but gently slide the blanket just a little lower exposing the globes of your ass and the bruises that decorated them.
“fuck,” the rasp in his voice does little to stir you, even when he massages the fat of your ass, almost like they were fucking magnets with how often he needs have his hands on them. he bends down to kiss the dip, trailing his wet lips up your spine. he doesn’t care that he’s practically pressing his heavy weight against your back, his morning wood doing little to ease up when he’s waking up to literal sin in his bed—
“fucking shit sukunaaa!! we’re gonna fucking ditch you if you don’t come down!! and we’re not covering your ass with coach again!!!!”
gojo’s screeching was the only thing that was able to make you stir.
“he’s so loud,” you groan into the pillow. but it was easy to hum right after when your consciousness recognizes the warm weight pressing against your naked back.
“you have anything this weekend?” sukuna mutters into your shoulder, hand still groping and kneading your body like a touch starved perv. “we got monday off too.”
“was gonna study with shoko later today,” you yawn, eyes still heavy with sleep as you try to stay awake. “and then more studying tomorrow and monday.”
he hums, rocking his hard bulge against your ass, his warm breath fans against your shoulder. “you think i can slip it in real quick?” the question was so low, he wasn’t even asking you really, it was more posed to himself. and it made it worse when his hand ventured between your legs, chest burning when your arousal easily coats his fingers. “shit.” he flushes, “you’re always wet.”
and maybe it was worth running ten more laps on the field for being five minutes late. because it was worth sinking his aching cock into your warm cunt. head falling forward as a shiver runs down his spine as you clench unintentionally around him, hugging the pillow under you, arching just a tad but letting him unintentionally sink deeper.
“god you’re so warm,” he chokes, raspy and strangled, arms keeping his bigger muscular frame up as he pistons his engorged cock in your tight hole, veins straining on his forearms and biceps flexing and jaw tight letting his grunts fill the room, fuck he wanted to flip you over and fold you in half, but their wasn’t any time. “shit—haah ah sorry babe—“ his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy, his groans just a bit more pathetic.
and you just pant softly, tired, “s’okay,” you sigh, whining just a bit when he stubbornly wraps a hand under you, fingers easily finding your clit as he rubs quick circles on your bud, refusing to let himself cum if you don’t. and luckily when your body jerks and a pitched whine leaves your lips, he knows it’s still sensitive and puffy from his abuse of it last night. and luckily for him, it didn’t take too long for you to reach your quick orgasm with him. and he’s more sensitive in the mornings — at least that’s what he likes to say because he always cums much faster. but you never mind.
and he’s panting like he ran a marathon, breath fanning hot against your nape as his heavy weight presses against your back, and your eyes are growing heavy again, but then another shout from gojo has him groaning and rolling off you.
“you gonna come back after?” you sigh, cheeks a healthy flush from the quick orgasm and the filled pussy.
and he’s wiping his dick fast, not having time for his morning shower. you’re laying on your side, hugging his blanket close to your chest eyeing him as he scrambles to get ready.
“uh—“ his crimson eyes scan the floor, before grabbing a pair of boxers and slipping them on, “ya, I have a paper due tonight that I gotta finish, but—“ he slips his jersey and shorts on before grabbing his keys and wallet and tossing them all in his duffle bag. “if you’re still here,” he grabs his phone from the nightstand beside you. “I’ll pay you back for this,” he says, leaning over to capture your lips. and it’s casual, having done it so many times, hand squeezing your waist as you suck his bottom lip, humming when his tongue pushes into your lips momentarily.
and you hum, smiling lazily when he pulls away, eyes still heavy with sleep when he pets your head.
“cya.”
and those were his final words before disappearing. and yes he should blame himself and not his dipshit annoying ass coach for not telling him, and keeping him longer after practice for being late.
because afterwards coach toji was walking over, lazily flipping through his clipboard and scratching his unkept morning scruff that he didn’t bother to shave and muttered very simply. “so who’d you leave the kids with?”
sukuna’s body tenses.
eyes snapping up.
“what?”
toji glances down, brow raised, and the lightbulb is already going off in sukuna’s head because he’s bolting back to the frat house now.
curses spewing from his mouth until he reaches the front door, slamming it open making the whole house shake. and of course the sight he found was one he’d never expect to ever see.
you’re sitting in the living room, all smiles and laughter as his youngest brother is showing you something on his brother’s phone.
and surprisingly, his moody high school brother is just watching you both, even occasionally cutting the younger one off to add his own thoughts on this very serious topic you’re discussing with them.
“oh! ryoo!!” the little boy noticing him first.
“yuuji,” sukuna is greeted immediately by his eleven year old brother jumping on him. slightly taken aback, but keeping his balance, sukuna holds him up as he walks further in, “cho,” his hand falls on his sixteen year old brother’s head, who hums casually in reply.
then his eyes flick to you. and he studies you for a moment, scanning your laid back figure, you were wearing your jeans from yesterday, along with one of his clean sweaters, hair tied up and surprisingly tidy. and he mutters your name, expecting you to be awkward about his brothers, uncomfortable even, but instead you lift your hand in a casual manner, and not at all phased by the events of this morning as much as he is, and greet him.
“how was practice?” you even add.
and now he’s trying to piece together what he’s missed.
“mr. toji said you’d be late to practice again and that we can come over before you leave! oh megumi came too—“
a vein pulses out of sukuna’s temple.
“toji dropped you guys here?” sukuna’s jaw is locked, clearly seething even more. so it is that asshole’s fault.
“ohhhhhh megumi cmon! you can’t tell me that’s not cool. i have all the special edition Pokémon cards,” gojo’s loud obnoxious voice fills the house as he gloats and laughs behind a sulking eleven year old boy who’s trying to escape him.
“you showed me last time, it’s not cool if you brag ‘bout it like a baby,” megumi rolls his eyes.
and gojo snickers, like the immature adult he is. “you’re just jealous.”
megumi’s face immediately scrunches up, “am not!”
and gojo breaks into a loud laugh, the two at the bottom of the stairs as sukuna glares at the white haired man. “did you know they were coming?”
gojo looks up, “nah they were inside when i got here. i did hear coach mentioning it during practice though.”
now sukuna is even more irritated. and you’re glancing between him, and the boys, smiling casually as you decide to intrude, just a bit.
“I’m totally free right now, you can go shower, it’s all good,” and though the way you said it made it feel more casual, the words definitely meant more. at least to the grumpy tattooed man.
and sukuna pauses, lips parting momentarily in silent disbelief, until he finally racks a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. “they’re not babies, they can wait here—“
“we’re talking about human earthworm! just go shower man!” yuuji barks, and choso is stifling a laugh as he glances at his older brother’s irked expression and you laugh too, as does megumi, who’s made his way over to escape gojo.
and most people would think meeting someone’s family is a big deal, so why the fuck did you not? and those were the thoughts that swarmed his head in the shower. agitation growing at your lax attitude and how easily you’re speaking to his younger brothers and even yuuji’s moody best friend was comfortable enough to escape gojo, who he’s known longer, and go to you.
you weren’t a stranger (obviously), you did know about his brothers, having spoken about them in passing or whenever they’d text, or telling you he can’t come over sometimes because they were visiting. but you also talked about your older sister just as much, and hell if she ever barged into your place unexpectedly and the only person waiting for her was him, he sure as shit wouldn’t be so laid back.
or would he?
fuck!
what made things worse is how his brothers liked you. you spent the day with them, considering sukuna had to finish his paper and gojo was off tutoring a few freshmen for extra cash since his parents cut him off for the semester. you really were the only one he could trust to entertain them.
and you didn’t mind one bit.
yuuji was beyond talkative, his personality a ball of unhinged sunshine, and megumi was so quick to get angry it was funny seeing choso pull him back whenever gojo made sly comments when you sat with them in the courtyard and gojo happened to be passing by. purposely rage baiting him.
choso was pretty laid back, his black band tee and ripped baggy jeans a sign of his teenage phase, but his personality was quite soft. even when he talked about the band him and his friends started. but it really came out with how surprisingly patient he’s with yuuji. but there’s always a limit — especially when yuuji accidentally trips slamming into his older brother for the nth time playing tag with megumi and causing choso’s ice cream to snack his face before falling onto his jeans.
yuuji cringes scrambling to his feet because choso was visibly shaking, before blasting into heated flames—“YUUJI!”
and yuuji is screaming as choso chases him around the courtyard, and you’re not bothered by the other students staring at these obnoxious boys, even giggling. megumi however is cringing, shaking his head, as if he’s the mature one as you laugh, defusing the situation as best you can,
and maybe it shouldn’t be a big deal that by the time sukuna finishes his shitty paper, it’s almost midnight, and toji had already came to pick up his son, and you were back at the frat passed out on the couch with yuuji sleeping against you, and choso beside him wide awake still watching the horror movie he decided on after yuuji watched Human Earthworm 3 for the millionth time.
sukuna hates the twist in his gut at the scene in front of him. hates it even more when choso blinks up at him, looking at him skeptically.
“you good?”
and sukuna rubs his face, playing it off as exhaustion, but hums.
“sorry I forgot you guys were coming this weekend,” and sukuna feels guilty, even more so knowing he barely hung out with them today.
choso shrugs, “s’ fine, today was chill and you’re free tomorrow and monday, right?”
sukuna hums and choso smiles, calm and soft.
and maybe it was fine carrying yuuji up to his room, laying him on his bed as choso drags out the air mattress from gojo’s room to sukuna’s. letting his brothers settle in as he goes back downstairs.
his eyes fall on you, still fast asleep, as always, plopping himself beside you. and he’s pissed off, more than he’d like to admit, even when you hum all tired and cute, big adorable lashes blinking gently at him as he touches your chin. and you’re stirring now, just like you did this morning when he’d touch you.
you yawn, noticing yuuji and choso weren’t beside you anymore. “your brothers—“
“upstairs, sleeping.”
you hum, settling back on the coach for a moment, still tired, but waking yourself up. “i should head home then.” you yawn.
and his jaw tightens when you begin sitting up, and stretching your arms above your head as you stand. his eyes following you as you grab your bag beside the couch when he interrupts.
“that’s it?”
your brow quirks, glancing back at him. “what d’you mean?”
and his tongue licks over his teeth, debating his own raging thoughts as he meets your confused expression with an irritated one. your soft lips part momentarily, making him glance down at them and you notice, but nothing comes out, so he just rubs his eyes.
“I’ll call you an uber.”
and it was useless, but you do it everytime, shaking your head, muttering out, “it’s a waste, it’s just a twenty minute bus ride, i can still catch it or the subway—“
“y’r not taking the fucking train at night!” he snaps. and he doesn’t mean too, especially when your eyes widen in surprise. and a beat of silence follows…
“ryo?” and he hates the way your voice is calm and controlled, concern filling your eyes. “you okay?”
and it was easy for the words “no,” to slip out. but it was much harder when your adorable pretty gorgeous face frowns, and your beautiful hypnotic eyes flicker with a curtain of worry, and worse, the way his insides twist into even more knots knowing the way you’re looking at him is making him feel something he can’t explain, especially when you ask.
“what’s wrong?”
because now he’s fucking frozen.
lips tight, body tense, and eyes dark.
and you’re waiting for an explanation, ignoring the way your heart is practically hammering against your chest. watching him sat back on the couch, manspread, and frozen, head falling back on the cushion, biceps flexing as he covers his face with his hands and groans. loud.
you swallow the lump, biting your cheek and a mixture of confusing emotions you continue to push down trying to claw its way up. especially when his shoulders settle and his arms drop to his lap and his hand stretches out for you.
and you should ask him what’s wrong, again, but instead, you step up placing your hand in his, letting him tug you on his lap. hand locking on your neck, kissing you.
it’s possessive. needy. and you hum, surprised. and he controls himself, ignoring the heat stirring inside him. controlling his hips from bucking up. because you always cause his body to react so pathetically to you.
“thanks for staying with them,” he mutters, hot breath fanning against your lips. “it won’t happen again.”
and maybe if he didn’t call you the next day because yuuji wanted to invite you to the movies with them, you would’ve thought more about what he meant by that. and maybe subconsciously you were still thinking about his words, and if it was a minor jab, something to stop you both from crossing a line. especially when he thanked you again for coming out with them after the movie.
“it’s seriously not a problem,” you gently brush off, because it wasn’t. “your brothers are funny, and my weekend is literally just a bunch of studying anyways, so this was a nice little break,” you smile.
and he hates how his chest tightens again, because sure gojo and geto tag along with him all the time when his brothers visit. that’s what friends do, they hang out with their friends siblings.
but with you…it made him feel different.
especially when yuuji was tugging on your sleeve for nth time, and you wouldn’t even get annoyed, but just laugh instead, calmly holding his hand letting him lead you properly—
“gojo was saying you guys are dating now,” choso’s voice immediately stuns the eldest brother. his eyes whipping over to the sixteen year old, not even realizing that choso caught him staring at you for awhile as they walked behind you and yuuji.
but sukuna just scoffs, “gojo’s a fuckin’ idiot. she’s just a friend.”
“well I’m not an idiot,” choso casually shrugs. the two of them a few feet behind you and yuuji. “i don’t think friends sleep in each others bed, naked.”
sukuna’s eyes widen.
“fuck are you talking about?” and his voice is low and scary, almost at a loss for what his brother just said. and to anyone else that’d scare the shit out of them, but for choso who’s used to sukuna’s scary threats, just rolls his eyes.
“yesterday we went up to your room, but she,” choso hums to you, “was sleeping in your bed…naked.”
sukuna’s cheeks overheat with embarrassment and anger because it’s his fault for not remembering his brothers were coming over and letting you sleep, “was yuuji—“
“he was behind me, he didn’t see anything, and she was under the blanket anyways so i barely saw anything, but I’m also not stupid. I’m sixteen,” choso eyes his brother, studying his reaction.
especially when the brute just rolls his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets. “you don’t know shit—“
“I do!” choso huffs.
sukuna scoffs again, “no you don’t, or you’d know that you can still be friends even while doing that.”
and now choso’s cheeks are pink, and he’s frowning, but still manages to mutter, “well gojo was saying it was more than just sex.”
sukuna’s jaw tenses.
“he was saying how you only answer her super fast. and you guys are always together, and you’re always sleeping at her place—“
“cho,” sukuna’s tone immediately shuts his brother up. and choso just frowns stuffing his hands deep in his pockets rolling his eyes, again.
“i don’t know why you’re actin’ like a dick, man. she’s nice and clearly you fucking like hanging out with her,” choso rambles pissed off why his brother was suddenly being an ass to him. “you never tell me anything anymore.”
“because there isn’t shit to tell,” sukuna snaps again and choso rolls his eyes even more dramatic. “and stop cursing, gramps keeps texting me shit about it.” and choso just grumbles that’s he’s literally sixteen and Sukuna doesn’t have a response to that, only scoffing when choso mutters again.
but his attention’s momentarily taken away when yuuji starts jumping in front of you and you’re still laughing because nothing bothered you, did it? even going out with his brothers. “it’s complicated,” sukuna mutters.
“clearly.”
sukuna frowns. because before it was never ‘complicated’. gojo and geto pointing out shit and he’d easily just say it’s only sex with you, but the interrogation his brother is unintentionally putting him through was leaving him with that annoying feeling he’s been ignoring.
and choso is rolling his eyes again when sukuna tells him to shut up about it, because to him it looked like more than friends, especially with the way you talked about his brother yesterday.
after accidentally barging into his brother’s room and seeing an unfamiliar girl sleeping in his bed, naked back on display, choso immediately blew a fuse, red faced and hot, stuttering as he stumbled out, pushing yuuji and megumi back. and of course he was expecting when he knocked again, for you to run out of the house when he said that he’s sukuna’s younger brother and was asking where he was.
but instead, you were up in seconds, tossing your clothes on, before swinging the door open. your eyes wide and cheeks a cute pretty flush, that choso was so easily star struck, cheeks bright pink.
“you’re choso and yuuji?”
and though choso wasn’t fully convinced at first, you quickly showered and came out more put together and even prettier than before. and you were all smiles and casual laughter as you explained to the boys that sukuna and the others were at practice. and instead of ditching them, you made them breakfast, and introduced yourself. and choso muttered about remembering you, since sukuna’s mentioned you a few times before.
and like choso likes to say, he isn’t stupid. because you smiled just a little more bashful at that admission. and yuuji goes on a rant about how much he hates school and how hard math is, and megumi is grumbling about how irritating the kids in the older grades are and how stuck up they are. and you’re laughing, enlightening them about how middle school sucks, but it gets fun later on.
“school is never gonna be fun!” yuuji cries.
“college is fun though,” you note and yuuji frowns.
“that’ll be like in a gillion years later, bro,” he deadpans. and you choke on your water laughing.
“woahh,” you wipe your chin, “I’m not a gillion years old and ryo isn’t.”
choso pauses, eyes widening. “ryo?”
your attention is momentarily taken from yuuji to the other brother. “ya, your brother,” and you’re so casual about it that it makes choso blush. no one ever calls his brother ryo except for him, yuuji, and megumi, and toji but even when he says it sukuna grumbles for him to stop. but you were saying it so casually which means it’s what you call him normally and he lets you.
and even later when you’re talking about how sukuna always talks about them without even realizing it. “I don’t even think he knows about often he does it,” you laugh lightly, and yuuji is beaming, but choso is just a little more intuitive. and his questions are subtle, casually asking about his brother and school and practice and you surprisingly answer all of it without batting an eye.
so maybe that’s why he’s annoyed when his older brother denies your relationship. was he embarrassed? did he not want him and yuuji to know yet because they walked in on you? but it was so obvious.
“you’re dumb,” choso mutters.
sukuna’s face twists in irritation, annoyance rising.
but it doesn’t matter, by the time you get to the park you’re saying your goodbyes, sukuna holding yuuji’s collar before he goes rabid again that you’re leaving. and you’re laughing, ruffling the kids hair apologizing.
“you hate studying though, you said that yesterdaaaay,” yuuji whines.
“doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” you laugh, “bye choso,” you wave. and sukuna ignores the knowing look choso shoots him when you say your goodbyes to the final brother but with a softer tone before leaving.
and even though you studied for the rest of the day and into the monday holiday, choso didn’t stop mentioning you around his brother, especially how yuuji would perk up and go on rants about you to sukuna and he felt like his head was going to explode. and worse when gojo and geto would join in, cackling, and talk behind his back about how sukuna definitely has a soft spot for you and that he’s a dumbass for complicating it, and choso wants them to elaborate, but the boys keep it as pg-13 as possible.
even though, he’s back at your place after dropping his brothers back off at gramps.
he doesn’t utter a word about anything his brothers or friends have been saying this whole weekend, even when he’s deep inside you, grunting in your ear, fucking you roughly into the mattress, hand holding both your wrists above your head.
your head is thrown back, whining in pleasure, dewy eyes pleading up at his as you feel another orgasm coming close.
“r-ryo-i c-ha-i can’t—“ your lips wet and bitten as he continues his sharp unrelenting thrusts, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. and you’re arching, eyes rolling, drool slipping as you cry, climax crashing into you.
“fuck—missed this pussy,” his thrusts are mean, almost punishing when he flips you over, not bothering to give you a break as he slams back into your small frame from behind.
your loud cry pierces the bedroom as he picks up the pace again, rough hand pressing into your lower back forcing you into dangerously cock aching arch, legs spreading as he watches his pulsing cock stretch you open with each thrust.
“ryo!” you’re crying now, clawing at the sheets lips wet and desperate as you moan.
“keep crying—angh—yaa, fucking turning me on,” he growls, canines on full display. he purposely plays with your clit, your body jerking and clenching up. mattress soaking up your tears, as he laughs like the fucking sadist he is. “that’s my crybaby, hahah—pathetic brat.”
and you’re completely dumb now, babbling his name like a prayer as he fucks his swollen tip against your sensitive cervix. his chest flushed, a layer of sweat sliding down his back and forehead. “all you can do…is ngh take this dick—ya?” his grunts get huskier, especially when you’re trying to escape his mean thrusts. “ah-shit—stay put,” he grunts grip tight on your waist as he plants a foot on the bed, giving your stinging ass a sharp slap.
“ahh! s’too much ryo,angh too much too much— p-please,” you’re crying, and moaning, big doey eyes trying to blink the tears away and he’s just laughing behind you. head thrown back in ecstasy at how delicious your cunt is squeezing him.
“you can take it,” he grunts, followed by his own throaty moan. “you always take me like a good slut,” he pants, mind getting all fuzzy with pleasure that he continues babbling, “hangin’ out with my brothers,” he pants, “acting like little miss perfect,” he almost snarls, his emotions raging in the heat of the moment.
his girthy cock almost grows at his own memories of you and his brothers. fuck you were so good to them, so sweet and kind, and now you’re naked and crying under him, just like always, and he’s fucking confused why it’s pissing him off. your body memorizing his, every shift and every touch has you shivering and whining.
“angh fuck are y’cumming again, babe—christ,” he chokes, groaning in sweet delight, “I’m breaking you so fucking good,” and he’s relishing in the vice grip you have on him as you cum with a strangled whine, feeling every ridge and pulsing vein of his cock closing against your walls, fisting the blanket. and the embarrassing loud squelching filled the air.
and he’s edging himself closer, biting his lip hard, brusising your ass with more sharp slaps, making you gasp, completely out of breath especially when you feel a surprising sensation unravel, and your eyes shut in shock as you splash him.
“shiit!” he groans loud, “fuck you haven’t squirted in so long—angh!” and he slams himself back in, you can practically feel him in your in your chest knocking the wind out of you.
“fuck fuck fuck—!”
and he’s curling over, hitting his orgasm a bit too rough because you’re knocked forward, feeling his load fill you up in seconds. “angh shit—“ he swears in shaky surprise, stomach twisting as another load follows after and he’s filling you up more than usual, and you’re shivering, panting harshly into the pillow. cheeks dewy with spit and tears, as he’s shaking above you.
his pubes a mess as he slowly pulls out watching his hefty cock slide out, cum sticking everywhere, and his lips parting in awe.
“fuck,” he’s pulling your ass apart, biting back a groan at the mess and his cheeks are flushed, embarrassed how much he came, but he still keels over, tongue dragging up your spine like the dirty perv he is, your sweat collecting on his tongue and he hums at the similar situation just a few days ago, as you’re still sniffling into the sheets, body shaking. “was I too rough?” he mutters, body pressed against your back feeling you up. chest still racing at the mind blowing orgasm.
and you just press your cheek further into the pillow, eyes all big and doting up. “were you upset?”
and that takes him aback.
“what d’y mean? we always fuck like this,” his brows crease sliding off and sitting beside you, arm keeping himself up as he pets your head.
“little miss perfect,” you repeat his words. and he makes a face, because he knows exactly what you mean. “sounded like an insult.”
and he just frowns, looking away in annoyance, “I call you a slut and a fucking bitch all the time in bed, doesn’t mean shit,” he defends.
your lips part in mild annoyance, but more hurt, “did you have a problem with me seeing your brothers or something?”
his throat goes dry. and you notice his body stiffening and his hand freezing on your spine where he’d been caressing you. and you hate to admit the slight tightening in your chest as you wait for his response. and you also can’t help the way your teeth sink into your cheek with anticipation.
“ryo,” you hate the way your voice is slightly shaky, hesitant and he hates how it sounds too. “you can tell me…”
but he just sits back on his arms, sweaty chest rising and falling as he collects his thoughts, head back and eyes shut tight, all the emotions flooding through his body and mind, the ones he’s been avoiding all weekend.
“choso and yuuji like you…and gumi.”
“and you?”
sukuna bites down, jaw tight, and you’re even more anxious now. “and you, ryo?” you repeat again. and it was wrong of you to do that, he thinks. putting him on the spot when neither of you have actually addressed what this situation has turned into.
“i like…that they like you.”
and the conversation should end now. but you don’t let up. instead you struggle slightly to sit up, body sore as you hug the throw blanket against your chest, eyes avoiding his, but he watches you collect yourself.
“but you didn’t like that i met them,” you restate your previous question as a statement and that sets him off.
“did i fucking say that?” he snaps, aggressive.
“you don’t have too,” you mutter, “it’s being heavily implied.”
“the fuck? i don’t have a problem with shit, so stop starting things up!”
“whatever,” you huff. “you’re the one acting like a fucking dick, because you don’t say anything.”
“says you! I’m sorry I can’t be casual about every fucking thing—“
“you are though!” you cover your face in exasperation. and his brows knit, headache growing.
“I didn’t have a problem with you meeting them,” he states, and that was the truth. and he hates it even more that he doesn’t have a problem with it. “i was just expecting… a different fuckin’ reaction from you.” he admits, and you’re looking up. eyes drawn, disappointed.
“how do you mean?” your heart is hammering cheeks flushing. “i liked them, they were sweet and it was nice hanging out with them….” your lips part. “how did you want me to react?”
and now he’s looking you over, chest warm and ears turning a bright red, “I don’t know.” he mutters. and you cant fully grasp why your own cheeks burn or why he’s glancing away embarrassed.
“gotta piss,” he mutters sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. his ears remain red, but the flush goes down his chest as he sits with the awkwardness. his eyes squeeze shut as he groans, head tilted back as his head swarms with different thoughts because that’s what happens when you piss, you start thinking about everything,
and his mind once again gravitates to gojo’s comments about him to choso earlier today.
“i doubt he’s gone more than three days without sleeping with her. and I actually mean just sleeping. he practically lives at her place,” gojo explains over cereal and choso’s brows are knit together.
“so they are dating? that’s what people that date do, right?” choso’s innocent sixteen year old brain tries to grapple with his brother’s situation.
and gojo just snorts over his cereal, shrugging his shoulders. “fuck if i know.”
because sukuna’s eyes drift over to the sink, eyeing the toothbrush you rummaged for him after he started sleeping over more often. and it was so casual brushing his teeth here now, that his cheeks burn even hotter. he should go back to frat now.
and yet when he steps back out into your bedroom and you’re blinking slowly trying to stay awake as you yawn lazily, clearly waiting for him after he disappeared, he felt his breath catch. you looked like a poor kitten that was fighting sleep, and worse you were lazily trying to clean yourself up.
you were unbelievable. with a defeated sigh he comes over with a warm towel. and he’s careful holding your legs apart, the redness making him flush, and the bruises starting to color again, had him patting himself on the back as he always does when he sees the marks blossoming your soft skin after fucking you. it was sick, really, but doesn’t that just prove it’s about sex? but he purposely ignores the fact that enjoys how submissive you get afterwards, letting him touch you all nice and caring and cleaning you up.
“are you feeling okay?” he mutters, clearly talking about his previous worries about if he was too rough or not and you hum.
“ya,” you yawn, “felt good,” you smile tired, and he hates how his chest gets hot at your answer. and he should go home, tossing the towel back in the hamper and turning back to you, mouth opening—
“I should—“ go home, dies on his lips when you snuggle under the warm blankets, leaving an obvious space for him beside you, because it was so natural.
so natural that he shrugs off gojo’s annoying ass comments he’d overheard and the complicated conversation he doesn’t wanna have with you, to just snuggle under the covers with you.
and you’re so tired, body aching that you just hum when he presses himself behind you, spooning you close to his chest, breath fanning against your nape, inhaling your scent like a drug, that it lulls him to sleep.
frat!kuna series
[a/n] — yup this was longer than intended….ahhh it’s so much fun writing them, lowkey getting distracted with all these short fics to write the one shot…i love choso and yuuji core
𝒔𝒖𝒎. ♡ the relationship you have with your brothers best friend very quickly changes to dirty and undefined. as a result, you're left with an old crush kicking back into full force and difficult choices. how long are you going to be able to keep this a secret and what exactly does gojo want from you. . . ?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ── .✦ mdni (18+) non.sorcerer!au ; brothers bsf!gojo ; smut ; making out ; dirty talk ; teasing ; swearing ; dry humping ; tiny bit of boob/nipple play ; cunnilingus ; jerking off ; fingering ; piv ; protected sex (yay) ; prone bone ; tease!gojo ; multiple orgasms ; alcohol consumption ; fem!reader ; no use of y/n ; use of pet names [11.1k]
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Living with your brother is convenient for the both of you, there’s pre-established trust and you get the benefits of cheaper rent. The downside is that his best friend is almost always at your place, he may as well start paying your bills with how often he’s in your space. It’s not that you mind per se but it’s kind of hard to get comfortable, it’s difficult for you to relax when you’re unexpectedly bumping into him in the kitchen.
It’s always while you’re in your pj’s too, not prepared to be seen by the world and yet – here he is – in all his annoying perfection. Even more frustrating, your brother isn’t even home yet. Which begs the question, why is Gojo Satoru in your house while your brother is still out? You’re almost dropping your water bottle out of surprise, not expecting him to be standing behind the fridge door when you swing it closed.
Clutching a hand over your heart in shock, huffing, “How did you even get in here?”
“Through the front door,” he smiles, amused by your reaction. Your brow quirks at him as if to say – obviously and he continues, “I got a spare key for emergencies.”
“You’re the one causing emergencies around here, you scared the crap outta me,” pinching the bridge of your nose like you’re getting a headache before informing him, “He’s not here you know.”
“I know,” he continues smiling, as if delighted by your presence.
“So?…”
Pretending to play dumb when he asks, “‘So’ what?”
You’re lightly rolling your eyes at his antics, “So why are you here?”
“I’m just waiting for him to get back, he said he wouldn’t be long,” he blinks down at you, “So…”
You repeat his words earlier but they’re genuine, confused on what he wants, “‘So’ what?”
“Wanna hang out?”
“And what would we do?”
His expression turns suggestive, “I can think of a few things.”
And there it is, he’s always flirting with you but he has no follow through. In the beginning you’d gotten your hopes up but now you choose to brush it off and ignore it, it’s better than waiting for the impossible.
“Uh huh,” you dismiss. “When you finally decide to act on that, let me know.” Moving to walk past him and go back to your room.
Gojo’s quick to stop you, hand on your arm pulling you back to him. Your back collides with his front and he’s leaning down to talk into your ear, “Is that your permission?”
He feels huge against you, aware of his height but still taken aback when he’s this close to you. His warmth radiating through you, turning your head to the side, you try to diffuse the tension brewing, “Actually, that was me doubting you.”
Your attempt fails and only serves to intensify whatever is happening between the two of you right now, eyes glancing at his lips and quickly regretting it with how your heartbeat picks up. This is far from how he usually flirts and it’s beginning to feel too real for you, the crush you’ve had on him that you pushed down is too quickly making a comeback.
He spins you to face him, hand on the side of your face, “I’m gonna kiss you now… unless you stop me.”
You know, that logically, you shouldn’t let this happen but you’ve wanted to kiss him for too long and you’re letting yourself get swept away in the moment. Deciding to let it happen and lean up to him, not missing the way he seems incredibly happy with this situation. His lips on yours soft, the both of you slowly learning about each other intimately.
Without even really realising it, you’re falling into him. Arms reaching up to loop around his neck, his hands sliding down your body and tugging you in by your hips. Gojo’s becoming more insistent with his kisses, licking against your lower lip, begging for access. All too willingly, you open your mouth, his kiss deeper and fuller like this.
He’s good at kissing and it’s devastating you, mind getting foggier the longer you let yourself be kissed stupid. His tongue against yours making your insides twist, a small and involuntary sound leaving you. The reaction you get from him is visceral, his own moan returning yours. His body leading you backwards into the countertop, his body pressed so closely against yours.
Everything is getting hotter, your stomach flipping at how aroused you’re getting. Pussy fluttering as you grow wetter, his hands are slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin and it feels borderline electric. Pulling apart to heave a few breaths, wanting to say something but interrupted by more of his messy kisses. Moving your grip to his hair to tug him back, Gojo shudders in response.
A string of saliva connects the both of you, the look on his face erotic and too enticing but you’re conscious of the fact that if your brother gets home and catches you both like this things will get messy.
“Gojo, he’ll be back soon.”
His eyes are stuck on your lips. “Okay,” he replies simply, like it’s of no concern.
Kissing you as soon as the word leaves him, making it very clear that he’s not even a bit worried about your brothers arrival or his reaction. And he’s able to sway you so easily because you’re allowing it, brain pleasantly fuzzy as you kiss him back. You want him, bad.
Soft, wet lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your delicate skin and making you shiver. Your thighs rub together as his tongue flicks out to taste you. You’re panting and unbelievably aroused but you’re still aware of where you are.
Reaching your palm up, you push back on his forehead. Your eyes meet and it’s intense, about to tell him again that you should stop. It’s almost as if you have a sixth sense because you hear keys jingling in the lock from outside. Feeling hot in the face as you quickly pull yourself away from Gojo and pick up the bottle you dropped.
Your embarrassment fuels you, scurrying back to your room in record time. You cannot be seen like this, glazed eyes and swelling lips. It’s all far too obvious. Gojo’s calling after you but you’re too embarrassed and confused at the moment. You don’t have the best poker face and you just know you’re wearing everything you’re feeling on your face.
Right now, it’s better to hide. But that leaves the unknown of what will happen next time you face Gojo because there will be a next time.
Avoiding Gojo is difficult but not impossible and you’ve been fairly successful so far. Choosing to ignore him might be a little childish but you’re embarrassed, and this is how you’re choosing to deal with it. If you don’t listen to what he has to say, then you can pretend like nothing happened or like you’re not about to get rejected.
The soft glow of the television illuminates your skin, sitting in the lounge room watching a movie that should’ve ended an hour ago. The drag would probably bother you more if you weren’t thinking about Gojo and how good his lips felt against yours. You can feel the way your brows frown at the thought, annoyed that you’re still hung up on it. This so isn’t fair.
Sighing to yourself in annoyance as you try to focus on the screen, failing miserably. The sudden jostling of the cushions causes you to sway, gasp leaving you in shock. Turning to the side, you see none other than Gojo slumped onto the couch, his head resting against the back of it and already looking at you. His expression a little unreadable but you think he may be annoyed, if the tight line of his mouth is anything to go off.
Normally, you’d chastise him for scaring you or ask him why he’s here, but you don’t say anything. Looking back at the screen to ignore him, hoping he’ll get bored and leave you alone. Suddenly feeling too nervous to speak without embarrassing yourself any further anyways, your heart beating too fast. It doesn’t take long for Gojo to break the silence though; patience never has been one of his virtues.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Not sparing him a glance, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Every time I’m here, you’re nowhere to be seen.”
“Well, it’s not like you come here to see me anyways,” you don’t mean it in any sort of way aside from pointing out the obvious, he’s your brothers friend. Not yours.
“And who said that?”
You don’t bother replying to that, not really understanding why he’s trying to imply what he is. Bored as you continue to watch the end of your movie and struggle to keep your attention on it. Gojo stays beside you, restless. You didn’t even know he was here tonight; your brother will probably come looking for him soon.
“Why are you still out here?”
His response comes immediately, “Oh? Are you talking to me again?”
Finally looking back at him, exasperated by him acting like some sort of jilted lover, “What do you want me to say?”
“I just didn’t take you as the sort to make out with a guy and ghost him after,” he shrugs.
“Don’t talk about that so casually,” you groan, worrying you’ll be overheard.
“Relax, he’s asleep,” he thinks for a moment, “does snoring run in the family?”
You’re surprised by his stupid question, “What? I don’t know… no.”
Humming at you, “Hmm… that wasn’t real convincing, sweetheart.”
In the background, the credits start to roll on the tv, and you decide it’s time to end this interaction too. Standing up and walking away from Gojo. Unfortunately for you, he’s quick to get up, almost stumbling over himself to catch you.
“Don’t leave, I still wanna talk to you,” he’s so close behind you that if you suddenly stopped he’d walk right into you, “You can’t just kiss a guy like that and–”
His words have you halting, spinning immediately to reach up and clasp your hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” You half whisper, “you can’t just go blabbing about that whenever you feel like.”
Gojo’s voice comes out muffled and unintelligible from under your palm.
You continue talking over him, reminding, “Plus, you’re the one who kissed me.” Removing your hand from his mouth.
“You let me kiss you,” he leans in closer, “liked it too, if those pretty sounds were anything to go off of.”
Smacking at his chest, annoyed that he’s flustered you, “Have you no decency?”
“After a kiss like that?” He asks mostly rhetorically, just trying to fluster you even more.
You hate how much he’s getting to you, the kiss still fresh in your mind. The feel of his large hands on your bare skin addictive in an annoying way. Quickly spinning on your heel to walk away from him, making it to your room and about to close your door but he’s still right behind you. Hand on the door and preventing you from closing it.
“Come on,” he pouts at you, “just one kiss?”
He’s got you completely flabbergasted, “Are you kidding?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Gojo,” you look at him seriously, “we’re not making out while my brother is in the house.”
“He’s asleep!” he half whines, “also I never said make out, I just asked for a kiss.” He’s smiling at you like you’re the one with a dirty mind.
He takes the silence to continue talking, “Didn’t you like it?” he poses it like a question but he’s not waiting for your reply, already knowing that answer, “‘cause I did. A lot.”
Hold on your door loosening at his words, not expecting him to be so earnest. You did like kissing him, a lot, and you see that as a problem. You can’t date him, if you break up you’ll either be ruining your brothers friendship or you’ll have to put up with seeing your ex. Not to mention that you have no idea how your brother will react to this in the first place, but you can’t imagine he’ll be chill about it. This is a slippery slope, and you really don’t want to fall on your ass.
Gojo takes advantage of your relenting grasp and pushes on it, you don’t immediately tell him to get out. Despite your logical thoughts, you’re already giving in. He waits a second but when you’re not objecting to his entry – he walks into your room. Kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn’t think you realise it but he’s actively fighting against himself to not touch you, hands restless at his sides.
He steps closer to you and you’re making sure he knows, “You can’t tell him.”
“I’m not an idiot,” he scoffs, hands gentle and a little hesitant as he reaches out for you.
His grip on your hips is warm and you’re placing your palms on his chest, “I kind of doubt that.”
Gojo hisses through his teeth, “Ouch.” Though he’s smiling big, like he did the last time. Pleased with himself and the situation.
You’re apologising anyways, “Sorry.” You know he’s not stupid, despite how he acts.
“Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.”
And just like that, you’re regretting your apology. Mouth down turning but you do lean up and press a simple kiss to his lips, pulling back instantly, “You got what you want, you can leave now.” Dismissive as you turn to walk away from him.
The hands on your hips are quick to stop you from going anywhere, “No, no. That’s not fair!”
“You said you wanted just one kiss, and you got it.”
It has your head spinning how fast he’s dropping the pretence, “I was lying.” He’s nuzzling his head into your neck, breath tickling your skin and making you fight back a shudder, “I was lying, I’m greedy, I need more.”
“Well, I already knew thaa– hah—” Voice shaky and cutting off your words prematurely at how he’s licking and kissing at your neck.
Very much taking advantage of his position right now to tease you, scraping his teeth along your delicate skin just to pull some sweet sounds from you. You’re still conscious of your not being alone in the house, teeth digging into your lower lip to stifle any noise you might make. You’re not normally so sensitive to such small touches but something about Gojo has every one of your nerve endings on edge.
His smile can be felt against you, sucking a mark into your neck. It has you gasping and snapping back to reality, hands in his hair and tugging him back, “You can’t leave marks.”
“At all?”
“At all,” you assert.
“But you seem to really like it,” he pouts, “you make such cute little noises—”
Cutting him off with your lips on his, recognising he’s getting his way but needing him to shut the hell up. His insistence on talking to you like that not only turns you on but embarrasses you to no end.
Gojo’s kissing you back fervently, lips insistent and intoxicating on yours. You may have initiated the kiss but he’s very quickly dominating it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and licking against your own. Insides getting fuzzier and fuzzier the longer he touches you. His fingers tickle up your sides, already under your shirt to touch your bare skin.
It’s head spinning how full his kisses are, not even really registering that he’s walking you back to your bed. Not until you’re falling into it, lips parting as you gasp in surprise. Gojo doesn’t let you think for too long before he’s on top of you though, tongue in your mouth again as he sucks on yours.
It’s a little pathetic how quickly you’ve folded for him, keening into his touch as he trails his hands all over your body. You’re able to feel the way your cunt throbs when he groans against you, enjoying the way he sounds. He’s too good at kissing, brain slowly melting as you only get more and more worked up.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you’re tugging him in closer to you. His erection against your clothed core, it’s not enough but you’re horny and will take what you can get right now. Hips subtly grinding up into him, still a little hesitant in your movements. Gojo smiles into the kiss, thrilled by your neediness.
About to pull back and tell him to stop being so smug when he’s meeting your grinding, he’s rougher than you. Firmer in how he’s rutting down, the change has your lips parting to moan. Shocked by the sound you make, you’re slapping a hand over your mouth. He doesn’t seem to let it bother him, continuing to dry hump you to insanity. Pulling more whines from you, muffled into your palm.
“C’mon, sweetheart. How many times I gotta tell you I like your moans before you let me hear them?” He’s teasing you; he’s teasing you and you like it.
His nose brushes against your cheek, trailing his lips to your ear and then blowing softly. A shiver runs down your spine as you whimper quietly, both your hands grabbing his face so you can move him to look at you. Your foreheads resting against each other, “We can’t be loud.”
“I think you’re the only one being loud,” he grins, grinding down as if to prove his point. Dragging more moans from you.
You gasp at him, breathless through your whines, “Gojo!–”
He chuckles at you but interrupts your debauched moans with another heavy kiss, stifling your sounds with his lips. His hips don’t stop and neither do yours, trying to meet his thrusting. You can feel how wet your panties have gotten, sticking to your cunt obscenely. Completely needy and getting sexually frustrated because you feel empty.
Gojo’s cock twitches in his pants, as desperate as you, if not more. Shamelessly sliding his hand under your shirt and groping your tit, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches into him and you let slip such sinfully sweet moans; it’s driving him crazy. He wishes so bad he could fuck you properly, but he knows it’s a risk you wouldn’t be willing to take.
You’re getting so close, needing just a little bit more to get over that delicious edge you’re dancing on. Unfortunately for you, in a sick twist, your brother is awake and wandering the halls. Ears twitching and straining at the familiar sound of his ugly, stupid feet clomping through the quiet house.
Gojo must’ve heard it too because he’s pulling back and resting his head on your shoulder, though he’s still slightly rutting into you. His eyes meet yours and he looks borderline heart broken. The both of you know that if your brother’s not already looking for Gojo, he will be soon.
“You should leave,” you note, trying not to pout.
He on the other hand, doesn’t even try to not pout, “It’s not fair,” he huffs, “you were so close to cumming.”
You hush back, “Shut up!” He snickers and leans in to kiss you but you’re holding him back with your hands, “I was serious earlier, you can’t tell him.”
“I know,” he’s a little distracted by your proximity but he’s being honest, “How could I possibly tell my best friend I’ve been fooling around with his little sister?”
Gojo doesn’t wait for you to reply, finally pressing a last kiss to your lips before groaning, “I don’t know how I’m meant to hide my erection.”
You choke on a laugh, “That’s your problem.”
And since he can’t seem to help himself, he kisses you again and then one actual final peck to your cheek. Looking oh so upset as he stands to his full height and shuffles over to your door. You rest on your elbows to watch him leave, hoping to whatever higher power there is that he doesn’t get caught.
He throws a wink your way as he rushes out of your room as stealthily as possible. It has you realising now how he always manages to sneak up on you because he really is quiet as he steps out into the hall. It takes a moment, but you can faintly hear him and your brother talking. Unable to hear the voices well enough to know what they’re saying, you just hope whatever excuse Gojo gives is good enough.
Flopping back onto your bed, you wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.
To say you’re in over your head wouldn’t be an understatement, it’s been a week since the last… incident and each time Gojo has been visiting your brother; he’s finding a way to get you alone for however long he can. Opportunistic in how he has you lip locked for those short few moments. Never failing to render your head all fuzzy and lips tingling.
It’s not fair, how intoxicating it is to be kissed by him. It feels like he’s cheating, like he has a hold over you. Not to mention how hard it’s getting to hold back, his touch electric. The tension between the both of you is only growing and you know for a fact that if you were alone long enough, you’d end up doing everything you tell yourself you shouldn’t.
Things can’t carry on like this, your brother doesn’t know right now but that doesn’t mean he won’t find out. Especially if Gojo carries on being so careless about it all, he’d said he wouldn’t want him to find out but the way he’s acting isn’t really reflecting that.
On you the second the both of you are by yourselves, it’s a dangerous line to walk. Your brother out the room for only a moment and Gojo’s moving closer to either tease you or straight up kiss you breathless. He’s reckless and you can’t even say you hate it, if you did, you’d be lying to yourself.
It’s not surprising that tonight is any different, antsy as you sit in the loungeroom with him. Your brother left you both to go pick up dinner – he lost a game of scissors, paper, rock – sucks to be him.
The end result is as you said though, alone… in the same room… as Gojo. You’re a little on edge, because you’re excited for him to do something or because you’re worried about getting caught. Who’s to say, all you can say for sure is that you’re feeling high strung while pretending not to notice the growing tension in the room.
You’ve both not gone any further than making out and heavy petting and you’ve been wondering when and if he was going to ask for more. It’s not like there are many opportunities for it but it’s not like there’s none either. Though, now that you’re on this train of thought, he wouldn’t ask you on a date. Why do you find yourself feeling a little bummed out about that? You’re not even sure you’d say yes.
Gojo’s finger poking at your cheek pulls you from your thoughts, jumping a little because you hadn’t noticed him moving closer, “What was that for?”
“Just checking you’re still with me,” he smirks, and it’s annoying because it makes you feel self-conscious. Like he knew what you were thinking about, his self-assurance can be frustrating as much as it is attractive.
Brushing him off, “I was thinking.”
“I noticed that,” he’s leaning into your personal space, not that he cares, “thinking about me?” He bats his lashes at you.
You push his face away, groaning out, “You wish.” It’s not entirely believable.
“Don’t have to,” he takes your wrist, laying a kiss on your palm. Mouth trailing further down your arm, his touch tickling you.
You try to pull back from him but he’s pulling you to him until you’re in his lap, his head leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. It makes your heart leap in your chest, you can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Appreciating the moment alone with you.”
Not giving you a chance to reply before he’s kissing you deep, a desperation behind his kisses not uncommon in him. Though tonight he seems to be especially on edge, and you have no idea why. This time you don’t push him away, enjoying his lips on yours far too much to. Always getting carried away by him, wrapping your arms around his neck to meet his kiss properly.
Gojo groans in appreciation, tongue licking into your mouth and making you dizzy. Sucking on your lower lip as he pulls away, breaths panted against you. And then your world is spinning a bit as he pushes you down into the couch, hovering over you as his lips are on your neck.
“I remember telling you not to leave marks,” you remind, worried he’ll slip up.
He sounds hurt, “Well, I remember being disappointed about that.” He rests his chin against your sternum, looking through his lashes at you.
“I’m not changing my mind—”
“—You will, eventually,” he smiles sweetly, “I might even get you to beg for it one day.”
You can only really roll your eyes at that because it sounds ridiculous, but he seems so sure of himself. “What are you even doing? It’s not like we have all the time in the world, he will be back soon.”
“That shop is always busy,” he replies offhandedly, not even a little concerned. Evidenced in the way he turns his face into your shirt, happily sighing between your tits.
You’re getting flustered, “Get off me, you’re heavy.”
“So mean to me,” he says that but he doesn’t sound all that upset about it.
“Gojo—”
His finger slipping into the neckline of your tank top and tugging it down throws you off guard, exposing enough of your skin for him to kiss where he’s lying. Teeth scraping against you, and you can tell he’s holding back from leaving marks.
Eyes looking up as he licks at you, “What’s up?” it’d be almost casual if it weren’t for his tongue trailing to your right breast.
He doesn’t wait for your reply as he pulls on your tank the slightest bit more to free your tit completely. Mouthing at you and slowly making his way to your nipple, kissing and worshipping you so sweetly that you’re almost forgetting how perverted he’s being. Remembering when he’s fully taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, tongue flicking at it to make you shudder.
Eyes on yours as if he’s waiting for you to continue what you were going to say but you’re not even really sure anymore and you can barely stifle your moans long enough to talk anyway. Finding yourself melting into him, his other hand groping at you and pinching your other nipple. Stomach flipping as you remember you’re in the loungeroom and only have a finite amount of time.
He’s moving at the pace of someone who has all the time in world, and you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s genuinely forgetting how limited this time alone is. He’s swapping his attention to your other tit and moaning into you, the vibrations go through you, and you’re frustrated by how much he’s turning you on.
Gojo always sounds so tempting to you, the last time you had your short make out session he’d whined when you had to part, and it almost had you completely folding. Stomach full of butterflies as your pussy wept for him, panties soaked and waiting for him to do something. It’s always a disappointment that you don’t get much further, you’re growing so sexually frustrated and it’s all his fault.
“You’re– hnn– we– hff– don’t have a lot of time,” fingers threading through his hair and lightly tugging.
He leaves your nipple with a pop! It’s lewd and a string of saliva lingers from his mouth to your skin before it snaps when he talks, “What? You want me to fuck you on the couch real quick?”
He’s being smug, aware that if you weren’t really turned on you wouldn’t even be considering it as an option, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think that’s all that practical of you.” You want to complain, going to open your mouth to do exactly that but Gojo’s beating you to the punch, “Plus, I’m hungry.”
“What?” you’re confused, it probably won’t be that long before your brother is back with food and oh… oh.
Suddenly understanding just what he meant when you notice the way his eyes twinkle and his hands tug at your pants. Rising to his knees so he can undress your lower half properly and you’re very quickly growing self-conscious. He’s never seen more than your upper half before; it’s embarrassing that he’s going to see how wet you are just from him playing with your tits and kissing you a bit.
“Hey, Gojo wait,” he pauses and looks at you, “we don’t have a lot of time and this– well– I… you don’t have to do this.”
“But I really want to,” he damn near whines at you, all whingey as if begging you to let him eat you out.
Ah, he’s got your stomach flipping again. All twitchy and horny, biting your lip as you consider if your hesitation outweighs your need to be touched by him. “Okay but remember—”
Your reminder of keeping an ear out dies on your tongue, your pants completely removed and his thumb resting against the wet spot on your panties. An annoying and self-satisfied look on his face, pressing the digit into you where it rests and grinning at how you mewl.
“You’re so cute,” he mutters.
Not even bothering to take your underwear off properly, simply tugging it to the side and diving mouth first into your cunt. Tongue lapping greedily at your soaked pussy, humming happily against you as he drowns himself in your slick.
It’s obscene how much he’s enjoying this, the sounds wet and sloppy as he makes out with your lower lips. One of his hands still holding your panties to the side, the other pressing into your thigh to keep your legs wide open for his pleasure.
He’s got you seeing stars already, his hot mouth so much more satisfying than you expected it to be. So pent up that having him finally touch your pussy is enough to put you on the verge of tears, so upset that you don’t have enough time to do everything you want to with him.
Legs already shaking because his nose is pressing into your clit as his tongue slides into your hole. Tongue curving and exploring inside your quivering walls, audibly hearing him gulp and feeling lightheaded at it. He’s too good at this, eating you like it might be the last chance he gets to do so.
Barely picking up the grumbled words he’s lets out, “Oh god, oh fuck,” not even willing to pull his mouth off you to talk, “you’re so perfect, what the fuck.”
Gojo’s lifting your lower half up in his fervour, angling you so he’s got better access. The display of his effortless strength knocks against your womb, cunt drooling for him. He appreciates that, moaning as he nuzzles into you more.
“I– hah– it feels so good, Gojo– hnn—” your voice is all pitched as you moan at him.
He can’t take it, dick incredibly hard in his pants and driving him wild. Your cunt is so warm and soft, and he feels like he’s a crazy person as he swallows down all of you he can. Frustrated that your brother is going to be home soon, not even registering that properly because if he was he wouldn’t be reaching down into his pants to fist at his cock.
The pressure enough to have him faltering, panting against you only to find that touching himself isn’t nearly as satisfying without your taste in his mouth and your moans in his ears. He can’t help but obsess over you and how sensitive you are, pupils blown wide as he struggles to think of anything but this moment right here.
Remembering the night he dry humped you into almost cumming, a sweet memory he finds himself thinking of often; especially when alone. This popping into his head now because you’re making the same addictive moans and whines, now painfully aware of how close you are.
It didn’t take him long to get you to this point at all and he wonders if maybe you’ve been as desperate for him as he has been for you. Maybe he should stop neglecting you and touch your pussy more when he teases you with hot kisses, you’re clearly pent up.
Poor cunt all gooey and ready for him to stuff completely full, though you seem perfectly content settling for his tongue. Squirmy under him and hole pulsing, almost like it’s asking for him deeper. And God he’d be more than happy to oblige if he knew he could have you all alone to himself for an extended period of time.
Gojo’s tip is leaking all over his hand, it’d be almost embarrassing how turned on he is if he weren’t so completely distracted with your creamy pussy. Gripping the base of his dick and giving a few squeezes as he focuses wholly on getting you to cum in his mouth.
One of your hands reaches up to clamp over your mouth, trying your best to muffle your whines. You really can do without the neighbours possibly knocking on your door and complaining. It’s not easy though, so lost in how good it feels that you feel faint. Tears brimming your waterline because you’ve been so pent up and you’re so close to cumming.
And then you’re realising that Gojo has a hand in his pants and you’re letting out a barely stifled down, loud moan. You must be out of your mind with how horny you are because you’re moving your hand to say, “You can put it in.”
Gojo could’ve sworn you were trying to kill him, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he imagines your warm and dripping pussy swallowing him. He’s managed to get you so drunk on pleasure that you’re asking him to not only fuck you on the couch with the danger of being caught but also raw. He definitely needs to start carrying condoms.
“Please, Gojo,” you rut your hips down for emphasis but that only makes him whine.
You don’t get an answer from him with words, though his eyes are firm on yours and his brows pull together as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Expression telling you no, you know that, but you want it so bad, and you know he does too.
“It’ll feel so good,” you must sound pathetic, “Please– hnn– Gojo, I promise– hah– I—”
He can only chuckle at that, is that why you think he’s saying no? You think he won’t think it’ll feel fucking euphoric to be balls deep inside your little cunt? He can’t tell if you’re just out of it because you’re about to cum or if you’re really insecure about that. Either way he thinks it’s cute of you, adoring how needy you get when you’re horny.
Something he’ll remember for next time, already excited over the idea of teasing you senseless. Still gripping his cock, starting to properly stroke it now. He can’t hold back anymore, needing something more. Just as horny as you if not more and seeking relief, the thought of fucking you too much for him right now.
Just about losing his mind when he feels your cunt twitch and clamp down on his tongue, body shaking as you huff and whine. Orgasm making your moans all whingey and pathetic, hips seeking down, desperate for more than he can give right now. Honey sweet and dripping into his mouth, he’s groaning against you. Not missing the way the vibrations make you tremble even more.
He’s ruined you, you’re a whole mess as you cum. Drenching the lower half of his face as your pussy weeps for him, lower lip wobbling as you struggle to keep your wits about you. Though, it’s not like you had any left, not after the way he’s been slurping at you.
Flopping back a little as you let the aftershocks run through you, jolting pleasantly. Dazed eyes watching Gojo lazily, he’s licking his lips and not even bothering to wipe his face before he’s rising to his knees. Pulling his dick from his pants properly and jerking himself off to the sight of you.
To him, you’re a vision. Blissed out on the orgasm he gave you, panties haphazardly pulled to the side and drenched. You’re a beautiful mess and he wishes so badly he could slip inside your heavenly cunt, it’d be so easy too, with how wet you are.
It doesn’t take him long to finish, aiming at your naked lower half on purpose. Stupid and happy smile on his face seeing your pussy dripping with his cum. Biting his lip as he whimpers a little, he could go again, he really wants to make you cum again. Preferably, you’d get to cum together but that’s not in the cards today.
At least he finally got to eat you out, satisfied about that much. He tucks himself back into his pants and because he’s evil, he slides your panties back into place. No matter that you’ve got his cum on you, your drenched panties now also soaked in his seed.
“You’ve completely ruined these,” you pout at him.
“I’d say it’s a shame because they’re so cute, but I think I prefer them looking like this.”
The look in his eyes is still enough to get a reaction out of you, fighting hard not to moan in response at him. If you stay with him like this any longer you’ll end up wanting to continue.
You make a small noise as you’re sitting up, a little stiff after the way he moved you around to best suit himself. Taking a second to breathe and then you’re standing up from the couch and slightly wobbling on your legs for a moment before leaning down to pick up your discarded pants.
Gojo snickers, “Need some help?”
You don’t look at him, “No.” The embarrassment from how you acted is already starting to set in.
Gojo’s about to speak again when you hear the unmistakable sound of his phone ringing and you both know this moment is over. He sighs as he looks at the screen, “It’s your brother.”
“Answer it, he’ll probably want help opening the door or something,” and then you’re quickly shuffling off to your room to get cleaned up before your brother can find you like this.
Your relationship with Gojo is still just as undefined as a week ago and you’re definitely in over your head but you don’t think you’re going to stop this any time soon.
It feels like all your thoughts lately are about Gojo, whether it’s about him and the dirty things you both do together in secret or about the possible—inevitable—fall out hardly matters. It’s all him. Even while you’re at some randoms house party drinking alone, he’s on your mind. You didn’t even want to come out tonight but your friends promised it’d be lowkey, now you’re at a strangers house with dozens more people you also don’t know.
This is really not your scene, you thought it was going to be a night with your girls at a bar. But as far as you know, they’re not messing around with their brothers best friend. So, when a cute guy invited them to his for drinks, they accepted. Now, you’re nursing a drink in the corner of a messy lounge trying not to draw attention to yourself.
Your friends have long since abandoned you, you tried hard to prevent it but your complaints and concerns fell on deaf ears. As you’re thinking about how you hope they’re being responsible for each other, a guy approaches you.
“You look a little lonely,” he seems a bit shy when he says it, like he’s not sure he should talk to you.
He seems harmless enough but you’re a little tipsy and not exactly comfortable around strangers, “I’m all good, just waiting on some friends.”
“They left you here all by yourself?” the stranger seems more concerned for you than your friends did, “Do you even know anyone here?”
“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck, “I appreciate you being kind but—”
Just as you’re about to politely ask him to leave you alone, red and blue flashing lights bleed through the living room windows and you feel yourself go stock still. The cops are here… you’re not doing anything illegal but others probably are and your brother will kill you and your friends if he finds out you got left by yourself in the house of some guy you just met.
“Shit,” the guy in front of you curses when he sees what cut your sentence off. “That’s just my luck,” he sighs like it’s a common occurrence for him.
You feel naïve but you need reassurance right now, “Do you think everything will be okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” he waves off, “it’ll be fine, probably just a noise complaint from the neighbours or something.” To you, he has the kind of vibe that your brother has and it’s a comfort.
Becoming a little more curious about him now, “Do you live here?”
“No, I know the people who do though,” his head turns to try and peak a look at the front door, “I’m gonna go talk to them,” he smiles kindly at you, “you should probably call someone to come get you, being alone by yourself around a bunch of strangers can’t be fun…”
It’s pretty clear he feels bad about your friends abandoning you, you’re glad he was the one who came up to you and not someone else though. Just as he’s about to walk away, you speak up, “Uh, thank you.”
He looks at you a little curiously, like he’s not sure why you’re thanking him but then he smiles again, “Sure.”
That conversation was a bit of a wakeup call—along with the arrival of the police. The lights are still flashing but it doesn’t seem like there’s much of anything else happening. Rounding the corner, you peak your head to glimpse into the entrance and see, presumably, the owner talking to two policemen. The stranger you were just talking to hanging beside him. They seem to be apologising, the exchange continuing for a bit longer before the cops walk off back to the direction of their car.
When you see them leave, you feel yourself relax a little but now you need to find a ride home. You can’t call your brother for fear of getting into trouble so that really only leaves one last option. Heading out to the front of the house, you’re stopped by the stranger again.
“You leaving?”
Pausing by the front door to reply, “Yeah, I’m just gonna wait out front while I message someone.”
“Okay. If you can’t get a ride, let me know,” he must have siblings or something. There isn’t anything about him that screams malicious to you, just a genuine desire to make sure you’re okay.
“I will, thanks again.”
The two of you part after that and you linger by the front steps to text Gojo. Sending out a simple, ‘could you come pick me up?’
His reply comes fast, ‘where are you?’
You’re glad he didn’t ask more questions than that, dropping a pin on your location to him and waiting a little impatiently for his arrival. You want to leave; you also want to see him. Inebriated brain thinking much too fondly about him, all affectionate and sweet on him. The kind of thoughts you actively try not to have when sober.
Skewing a little too domestic in your daydreaming when you spot his car pulling up. Suddenly, you’re in a much better mood after your reverie, bouncing over to his car and letting yourself in with a soft smile on your face. “Thanks for coming.”
“What are you doing here?” he frowns. Clearly he hasn’t been daydreaming because if he had, his mood would certainly be better.
You reply simply, “Party.”
“I can see that.” He says more pointedly, “I thought you were going out with friends.”
Him knowing that doesn’t trip you up, probably hearing through your brother, “I did, technically.”
“And where are they?”
“They sort of, abandoned me,” you say a little bashfully.
Gojo’s lips pull up at that, not impressed. But when he looks at you properly he softens a touch, his body moving in closer has you on edge. Thinking he may be leaning in to kiss you or something similar but he’s grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in.
He touches your cheek, “I’m glad you texted me.” Then sits back properly and drives off.
“Well… I couldn’t call home,” your head falls back against the rest, “I’d get in trouble.”
“You’re an adult, what would you get in trouble for?”
“Are you kidding? He’d nag for ages,” you scoff. “For going to a strangers house, getting abandoned by my friends, still continuing to drink, and then also the cops showed up. Though, I wouldn’t tell him the last part.”
“Wow, you’ve had a big night,” he comments.
“It wasn’t fun,” you pout a little. The most fun part was your daydream and getting to see Gojo. Maybe also the very brief conversation you had with that guy.
You’re tipsy but not drunk so you can very clearly feel the tension in the air. Confused on exactly where it’s coming from and becoming a little self-conscious the longer Gojo doesn’t really say anything.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No,” he replies quickly. “I have concerns,” he doesn’t take his eyes off the road but he reaches over and accurately pokes your cheek, “concerns I will bring up again when you’re sober.”
You brush his hand away, “Whatever.”
The ride is quiet after that and you’re beginning to feel sleepy. Watching Gojo drive shouldn’t be as attractive to you as it is but your heart flutters a little in your chest. Lips unfortunately loose in your buzzed state, mumbling out lazily, “I missed you.”
After that, you must’ve fallen asleep because you’re waking up to light creeping into a dark room. A room that isn’t your own and you assume to be Gojo’s, the pillow your head rests on smells like him. When you go to sit up you realise something heavy rests over your middle. Glancing down you can see it’s Gojo’s arm, he tugs you back into him. Your back tucked into his front as he holds you close, his legs tangling with your own to stop you from getting up.
You’re not in your clothes from last night anymore, instead in ones you don’t recognise. Your skin grows hot, “Did you undress me?”
“Maybe,” he replies, voice gravelly from sleep.
You want to turn to face him but he’s holding you in place. “You should’ve just left me in my clothes on your couch or something,” you groan.
“What’s the big deal?” his face nuzzling into the top of your head, “I had my mouth on your pussy a few days ago but this embarrasses you?”
Deflating in his arms, giving up on trying to escape, “There was a nicer way to say that.”
“Mhm,” he hums, the vibrations moving through his chest to you.
It’s nice in his hold, his body big and warm. It’s overwhelming, your feelings for him, the ones you usually try to stifle down. It’s unfair that you’re like this and he’s comfortably dozing like it’s not a big deal at all.
After a moment, you ask, “Could you let me up?”
“Just five more minutes,” he sighs.
“But I want to shower.”
His hold on you finally loosens, “Want some company?”
“No.” you slide away from him. “Pervert.”
It took all your strength to pull away from him, he was comfortable and the moment felt so intimate. Even more intimate with his erection digging into your back but you really want to shower, feeling gross after last night.
By the time you’re clean and wearing fresh clothes of his, he’s up and making noise in the kitchen. You try to sneak up behind him, hoping to scare him like how he always manages to frighten you but he hears you from a mile away.
“Feel better?” He asks without turning back.
Disappointed by your failure but answering nonetheless, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he turns to you with a hot cup of coffee, handing it to you. Just as you’re blowing on it and about to take a sip, he says, “Now I’m gonna scold you for last night.”
You shrink in on yourself a little, “You don’t need to.”
“So, you know it was reckless to stay at a strangers house alone while continuing to drink?”
“Obviously.”
His eyebrow raises at that, as if to ask, ‘if it were so obvious then why did you do it?’. You don’t have a good answer, it didn’t really kick in for you that you shouldn’t have stayed until the cops showed up.
“Be safer next time,” he walks away from you to put an obscene amount of sugar in his own coffee, “I don’t wanna have to pick you up from the police station in the future.”
“It was just a noise complaint,” you dismiss, though you don’t know that for sure. Perching yourself on a barstool at his kitchen counter, you add, “This all happened because my friends thought the guy who invited us was hot.”
“Oh?” that catches his attention, “Did you think he was hot?”
You think on it for a moment, trying to recall him. He didn’t leave much of an impression on you but you’re also caught up on this dumbass in front of you. “Not really.”
“Not really?” Gojo turns to face you, hands splaying on the countertop as he squints at you. “What does that mean?”
“Green isn’t your shade, Gojo.”
“I look good in every colour, thank you.” He doesn’t let it go, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’ve sort of had my hands full with this other guy so I didn’t pay much attention to the stranger flirting with my friends,” you shrug.
“The other guy better be me.”
Your eyes roll, tone dripping sarcasm, “No, I’m talking about someone else who sticks his tongue in my mouth every time he sees me.”
He pretends to be shocked and hurt, “I can’t believe this, is nothing sacred between us?” You calmly push your coffee to the side so it’s not in the way. Gojo’s continuing with his dramatics, “Don’t tell me he’s also seen your tits? What about—”
Shutting him with your lips, hands tugging him down so you can kiss him from across the counter. It’s soft and fleeting, its purpose only to make him stop talking and happy. When you part from him, you sit back down. Casually asking, “What were you saying?”
“I honestly can’t remember,” he grins. Rounding the bench, he spins the barstool so you’re facing him, “You know, we’re completely alone.”
Already knowing exactly where he’s going, “We are.”
“We have all the time in the world,” he adds.
“Uh huh.”
He’s leaning down to you, “Don’t have to worry about getting caught.”
Your lips ghost over his, “No, we don’t.”
And then his mouth is colliding with yours, kiss heavier than your own. Messier too. Hands on your body immediately groping at wherever he can, fondling your tits and pinching your nipples just to make you jolt. Eventually moving his hands to your head and tilting it back, sliding his tongue against your own. He groans into the kiss, desperation bleeding into it. It’s like he’s been holding back since you woke up and knowing him, he probably has been.
Breaths panted and intermingling when he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust. “We’re moving to the bed,” he says. Effortlessly picking you up and transferring you from the kitchen to his room.
“Someone’s impatient,” you comment playfully as he drops you onto the mattress.
Gojo’s focus is on undressing you, tugging your—his—pants off. “Duh,” not even arguing against you. He stops to ask, “No panties?”
You pull his shirt down to cover your pussy from his lecherous gaze, “Was I supposed to put on my dirty ones?”
“Well, now I’m just thinking about your used panties—”
Reaching back, you throw a pillow at him, “Gross, Gojo.”
He easily catches it and chucks it back onto the bed beside you. “Only for you,” he grins.
“I’m so sure,” you doubt.
You’re waiting for him say something more but he’s completely switched lanes, head tilting at you in thought. Then pondering out loud, “I don’t know if it’s hotter to fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt or not…”
Deciding to be bold, you sit up and make the choice for him. Sliding your head out of the shirt and tucking it behind you while leaving the sleeves intact. Chest on full display but still technically wearing his shirt. Gojo folds for you, going to crawl onto the bed but you hold a hand up, “Uh uh, you have to undress a little first,” being the only one this exposed is embarrassing.
He stops and smiles, not hesitating to get completely naked. Leaving him bare to your eyes, his erection looks almost painful. Cock huge and pretty pink at the tip, leaking beads or precum. “My eyes are up here,” he signals.
“I know that,” your eyes trail up his body, appreciating how well built he is, “I was looking at your dick.”
“How indecent,” he chuckles, crawling over top of you, “Where are you learning to be so lewd?”
Your arms wrap around his neck and you give him a brief kiss. Joking, “From the other guy I let touch me.”
“Mean,” he grumbles, clearly not finding it as funny anymore.
About to tease him more over it when his finger slips through your folds, gathering your wetness to help the glide. Long digit circling your clit before just slightly dipping into your hole and back up. Never giving you enough of either sensation to have you cumming but enough to keep you dancing on that edge.
He grins against your temple, “Does he know you’re getting this wet for me, sweetie?”
It’s hard to keep the joke going when you’re slowly falling apart from his touch, hips trying fruitlessly to grind down. Small whines slipping from your parted lips as you try to think of something witty to say to him but your brain is failing you. Far too focused on his finger almost fucking into your needy cunt.
His grin grows wider and he pushes you onto your back, both hands on your knees pulling you open for his viewing pleasure. Gojo delights in how your hole flutters around nothing, slick dribbling down your pussy and onto his clean sheets. You’re so easy to work up, remarkably sensitive.
“Gojo,” you sulk, trying to close your legs.
“What?” head tilting at you innocently, “you wanna cum?”
Brain finally having got some sense back, you bite, “Do you think you could make me?”
He doesn’t entertain that with a reply, instead going back to playing with your pussy. Using the same movements as before, delving just the slightest bit into your hole before back to your clit. It’s practiced and repetitive and even if it is supposed to keep you on the edge you’re getting so pitifully close to cumming.
Hips fighting up, trying to angle yourself so his finger might just slip deeper inside you. He knows what you’re attempting though, careful not to give you too much of what you want. Gojo can tell you’re about to cum, the pretty sounds you’re making burned into his memory from those fleeting moments you’ve gotten enough time to yourselves. Instead of speeding up or even keeping pace, he pulls his hand back.
Eyes bright as he watches your pussy twitch from your almost orgasm, hole dripping slick and begging to get fucked. His cock throbs painfully, he’s not going to be able to keep teasing for much longer—not without risking premature ejaculation.
You’re needy and pent up, your own fingers moving down to touch yourself. He doesn’t let it happen, tutting, “Now who’s impatient?”
“It’s because you’re being– ah!—”
Loud moan leaving you, very suddenly cumming because Gojo stuffed your cunt full with his fingers. Immediately crooking them upwards and grinding his palm into your clit. You’d been so close to finishing, all he had to do was touch you a little more and you’re falling apart. Your back arches upwards and your hips grind down into his hand, seeking more stimulation. That might be the fastest you’ve ever cum. Cunt sucking his fingers in desperately, wanting him to touch so much deeper.
He moves down so he’s hovering over you, “Do you always cum this easily or was that just for me?”
“Please,” you whine, begging for more without actually asking for it.
“Doesn’t sound like an answer,” he singsongs, withdrawing his gooey digits from your hole.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down onto you. Lips finding his and kissing him deep, tongue in his mouth and teasing his own. Your legs loop around his waist and his cock glides through your folds, dragging heavy against your cunt. It shocks you, parting from the kiss to moan softly.
You must look a little pitiful, at least you feel it when you say, “Just for you.”
A shudder runs through Gojo and his head tucks into the crook of your neck. Unable to help himself from grinding down, the underside of his dick sliding along your wet pussy. Small whines leave him as he keeps moving his hips, head foggy as he continues to slip through your folds. The tip of his cock catches on your hole, almost entering before slipping past. Your back arches at it and on the second time it happens, you try to fuck down onto him.
“Fuck—” He bites out, lungs seizing in his chest. His hand immediately reaches down to your hip and pushes you flat onto the bed. “Why are you so desperate to get fucked raw?”
“I just want you inside,” you sulk back at him. Lower half twitchy and needy, missing his dick.
It’s also his fault, he knew you were both playing a risky game just then. You’re so soaked he’d slide right in and he wants to so bad. “Weak for pleasure aren’t you?” he asks. “Makes you all greedy.”
You frown at him, “If you’re gonna tease, I’ll leave.”
“I doubt that,” he grins and then moves away to find a condom.
As he’s slipping it on, you roll over and pretend to follow through on your empty threat. Taking issue with him not believing you.
Gojo climbs onto the bed and approaches you from behind, large hand on your back pushing you flat onto the bed again, “And where are you going?”
You turn your head to the side, “Leaving.”
“Right when you’re about to get what you want?” his hands slide down your back, pulling his shirt off you completely.
Your arms come up to fold under your head, resting on them. “You’re gonna stop teasing?”
“That’s not what you want, my teasing gets you all wet and horny,” he grips your ass cheeks and pulls them apart, thumbs moving to part your folds. A groan leave him at the sight of your drooling hole. “I’m gonna give you my dick.”
“Are you gonna let me flip over?”
“I was thinking of fucking you like this,” one of his hands leaves you so he can grip his cock, guiding it to your pussy, “you know, as punishment for trying to leave after begging so prettily for it.”
You’re in the middle of considering continuing to play hard to get when his tip is almost sliding inside and you’re quickly dropping the pretence. Hips wiggling back only for his hand on you to hold you still, not giving you anymore.
“You’re so insufferable, why can’t you just put it in?” You’re pouting in full force, completely sexually frustrated. Not just from today but from the past weeks, “You keep teasing me and it’s not fair, you’re evil—”
Gojo finds your complaining to be unbearably cute, smiling to himself as he listens to you ramble about how unfair and mean he’s being. Entertaining it for a bit longer before sinking deep inside your snug cunt, all your complaints die on your tongue. Replaced with soft mewls and whines, fingers digging into his sheets as you slowly take in inch after inch of him.
He lets out a loud moan, his head tipping completely forward as he revels in the tightness gripping him. “Oh– fuck– you feel soo– hnn—” he fucks his hips a little deeper, splitting you open on more of his cock, “so good– hng– fuck fuck– you feel divine, pretty.”
He’s losing his mind, he must be. Barely able to keep his wits about him with how good it feels to finally be inside you. Almost worried that he’s going to cum early, mostly worried about that because it means he’ll have to pull out to grab a fresh condom. Oh, how he wishes he could pump you full of his seed, have it dribbling down your thighs afterwards. Damn, maybe he is a pervert.
It’s the first time he’s been balls deep and you’re not sure you can take just laying here waiting for him. You need him to start thrusting before you go insane with desire, you can’t even do anything about it because he’s placed his hands on your lower back. Pinning you to the bed while he stuffs you full.
“Gojo– hnn– please move– hah– you have to move, please,” the heavy weight of him sitting inside your walls is driving you mental.
He giggles a little deliriously at you, “Are you begging? That’s really cute, sweetheart.”
You might actually cry out of frustration, “I’ll– hnn– I’ll do anything you– hah– want, just move!”
“Hmm,” he considers that, not able to hide his excitement. Cock throbbing inside you at the promise of doing anything he wants. “Anything?” You’re such a sucker, he would’ve started fucking you properly soon.
Nodding into the bed, “Yes.”
“Just remember you said that,” he pulls out so slowly, moaning as he does. Only his tip left inside you as he adds, “I’ll be collecting.”
You don’t get to think about the possible repercussions to your horny promise because he’s slamming his hips into you all at once and you’re too drunk on pleasure to think about anything but him. His cock bullies your womb over and over again, his thick shaft grazing every devastating spot inside you. You’re a twitchy, shuddering mess, practically drooling onto his sheets. Moans embarrassing and downright pornographic.
Gojo isn’t fairing much better, his head swimming in sinfully sweet euphoria. Your cunt is needy and swallows him in relentlessly, creaming around him obscenely. The squelching of your pussy is loud and fills the room and it makes his heart flutter, his teeth digging into his lower lip to hold off on drowning out the sounds of you.
He truly could do this forever, obsessed with how well you take him. With how greedy and desperate you are. It almost kills him to tease you, wanting to give you everything you want but something sick in him loves seeing how worked up you get. Loves to have you on the brink of tears asking for something he really wants to give you, even without you having to ask for it.
His pelvis smacks your ass every time he re-enters, sending jolts through you. Everything is hot, your insides sparking as he builds your orgasm up. It seems like he barely even has to try to get you to cum, already almost there from a few deep strokes.
You pant out, “I’m gonna– hng– I’m—”
“I know,” and you can hear the smile in his voice.
Nothing changes, he doesn’t change his pace or how deep he’s fucking you. He stays consistent and it has you cumming, cunt gripping his dick tight and sucking him in as you reach your peak. Toes curling and moans pitching. You’re turning your face into the mattress to stifle down the pathetic sounds leaving you.
Gojo keeps fucking you, not stopping his onslaught. He’s hoping to pull another orgasm out of you, to have you so sensitive that you’re cumming again immediately. Rocking his hips into you over and over, you’re a reactive little thing so he bets he could.
“Gojo– hnn– wait– hah– I—,” feeling so much hotter now, the pleasure almost blinding.
Your arm reaches back, hand trying to rest on his stomach to steady him but he grabs it and uses the hold to leverage himself more. Fucking into you a little more harshly, he knows you’re right there again. “It’s okay– hnn– I want you to cum again, sweetie.”
He gets what he wanted, second orgasm coming so much quicker after the first. Cunt just as snug as the first time you came, squirming under him as you take another overwhelming high. He’s unbelievably aroused, choking on moans and whines. Fresh slick and cum dripping from your hole and soaking his dick.
A small and fucked out whimper leaves you and it has him cumming for you, his load filling the condom and he so badly wishes it were filling your womb instead. Letting go of your arm; he leans down into you. His front pressing tight to your back as he continues to give little grinds and ruts into you, riding out his orgasm.
And because he is a pervert, his hands are sliding under your body so he can grip your tits. Groping you for his own delight, his dick twitching inside you a little. He presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring against you, “Still conscious, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” your speech is a little slurred. “You’re heavy.”
He sighs, hands continuing to play with your boobs, “I don’t wanna pull out.”
You wriggle underneath him, trying to encourage him to get off you but you’re weak and your limbs feel like jelly.
“Keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll get hard again,” he talks low into your ear, licking the tip of it.
You fight off a shiver and complain, “Get off me then.”
“Still so mean to me,” he whines but rolls off you all the same. Leaving momentarily to dispose of the condom.
Lazily, you crawl over to bed side table where your phone sits. The screen filled with missed calls and texts from your brother, you probably should’ve prioritised contacting him to let him know you’re alive.
Gojo lays back on the bed and then rolls so he can grab you and pull you into him. He looks at your phone screen too, chuckling a little, “Someone’s in trouble.”
“I should call him,” you sigh.
Gojo’s dragging his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind soft kisses, “How about a second round first?”
You truly have gotten yourself stuck between a rock and hard place.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. like i mentioned, this was originally posted on my old blog lovelivision, i took it down over there and reposted it here as well as adding more to it because i felt more attached to this work as a possible little series. thank you so much for reading and i hope you liked it !! <33
▶︎︎︎ Feelin' On My Body (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . In which you and your partner finally agree to free use. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, & Choso x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, free use, somnophillia, modern au, oral sex, pussydrunk men, fingering, established relationships, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, degrading, unprotected sex, begging, choking, size kink(s), exhibitionism, throat fucking, pussy slapping, desperate men, thigh fucking, pervertedness, whining, them being overlyyy obsessed, praise, a bit of nipple play, filth, implied cum eating, etc.
word count . 8.8k || author's note: a singular twt vid inspired this post (technically sukuna’s part but eh) and i got a lil carried away in some bits (gulp)! banner art by Rororogi Mongera. <3
☆ Sukuna Ryomen
He’s woken up to his cock engulfed in something all warm ‘n wet, a sinfully slick tongue lathering up the side of his shaft—decorating his most throbbing vein in a sheeny gloss of saliva.
The thick pink of his brows begin to furrow as his brain struggles to depart itself from sleep, groggy eyes peeling open, and ears picking up on the nasty gagging ‘n swallowing coming from below.
When Sukuna looks down, he sees a head under the covers bobbing back and forth and back ‘n forth. Then he feels your mouth swallowing up his cock, the tip knocking into the very depths of your throat with the way he wastes no time in thrusting his hips forward.
A big hand comes to the back of your head over the thin sheet covering your face and you feel him hold you still as he instantly starts fucking your mouth.
“Why didn’t we agree on this sooner?” His bellowing morning voice breaks out into the wet silence, “Fuck, what a slutty tongue. Do you always wake up like this? All hungry for some cock?”
“M-Mhmm,” You squirm, throating his length with great fervor as his sudden thrusts take you by surprise.
Although you can’t see it, Sukuna flashes a wide grin before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and letting his brow furrow.
“Yeahh, I bet you do.” The man rasps, fingertips pressing into your head a little firmer, “You’ve probably wanted me to fuck your mouth first thing in the morning like this so many times, hm?”
Your throat tightens around him before you try tugging your head away, only to be stopped by a low grunt rumbling out of him.
“Ohhh, don’t take this away from me now. Come closer, let me give my wife’s throat a proper stretch.” Sukuna rasps heavily, a wet slick of precum dribbling out against the center of your tongue. You then swirl the oral muscle around his cock and feel it twitch in reaction. “Mhmm, love it when you spoil me like this.”
You can’t see it but your husband’s got the biggest grin on his face, cheeks tinted in a rosy hue and breath growing heavier by the second. His hips buck a bit harder and you could feel his rhythm steadily growing erratic as his cock swells further against the tight walls of your throat.
Thick spurts of salty precum flood into your mouth as you happily slurp over every ridge and vein pulsing down his dick. As your lips kiss his base, your nose is quickly left buried into the coarse hairs of pink at his groin. Your eyes roll further back into your skull and you release a moan in between your desperate sucks.
A guttural groan is ripped straight from his chest as his fingers begin to twist into the sheet over your head, anchoring your mouth in place just to feel the way your throat struggles around the thick girth of his cock. His tip smooches a little deeper and you're left to gag softly as a breath gasp jumps out of him.
Sukuna has always looved head, so to have you waking him up like this was nothing more than a wet dream come true.
One last thrust into your mouth takes place before there's a rope of warm cum pouring down your throat. His hand gets impossibly heavier against the back of your head and you swear you hear him choke before uttering, "Milk me, y-yes. Fuck, s'good."
Then a slight arch forms in his back as you swallow everything flooding into your mouth, earning a sinful purr out of his throat just before the thin sheet yanked away in one swift motion. Your flushed face and swollen lips are left exposed to his gaze and you try not to smile at how flushed his face is.
"Show me," Sukuna murmurs with a carefully cocked brow.
You obediently open your mouth and lull your tongue out flat to display the emptiness on it—no evidence of him ruining your throat left aside from the glistening traces of spit sheening over your lips.
The sight of you like this first thing in the morning doesn't fail in the slightest to have his cock twitching right back to life as if you'd never sucked him off to begin with. Sukuna's never had a long refactory period but fuck, you didn't think his cock would be curving up for your attention that quickly.
With a brash grin on his face, your husband casually gestures his hand your way as if to tell you to take care of him again. He's sure your mouth and throat are already tired but it'd be cute to actually see you struggle on his—
You're cutting off his train of thought by swallowing up his dick without the slightest bit of struggle. The way your mouth slops past his thick tip and suctions his length in to the deepest corners of your throat has Sukuna choking.
The moment you hear him do so, you flick your eyes up at him and let your tongue slather against the prominently throbbing vein resting at the left underside of his cock. Sukuna's hand curls into the sheet he'd pulled off of your head just moments ago and he weakly pushes his hips up and then tips his head over to the side.
In doing so, he just barely catches sight of how his dick is outlined against the clenching muscles of your throat.
"Fuckkk, that's it." He praises hoarsely before moving his shaky hands to the sides of your face. Then he steadies you completely and maintains eye contact with you for a couple seconds, smirk widening out across his face. "Swallow my cock juuust like that," Sukuna coos in between the next few slow rolls of his hips.
His hands tighten against the your face before he starts fucking himself into your mouth again, quickly picking up his once shallow pace, and letting his brows furrow at the sight. He watches closely as your eyes gloss over and specifically waits for you to gag loudly around his dick before he smiles.
Then Sukuna starts nodding as if to let you know he's about to cum and you don't think there's anything sexier than the face he makes every time he does. His brows would twist upward and his jaw falls open, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly while a louddd groan bellows out of his throat.
The feel of warm cum flooding down your gullet is just enough to serve as some form of breakfast for the morning and you're entirely content with that. Your husbands hips are relentless as he fucks his second load das deep as he can and you try your best to swallow every drop just as you did the first time.
Once Sukuna pulls out, you're finally allowed a moment to gasp and cough a couple times while he slumps back against the pillows.
It's quiet for only a few seconds before his head rolls over to spare you a glance and then his hand reaches out to cup your jaw and tilt your face up. Your lips are all swollen and slick, throat still tensing from the proper stretching he just gifted you with.
He thumbs at your bottom lip and then parts it to inspect the insides of your mouth again.
Making sure to whisper, “S’pretty,” as if to not let that go to your head and then moving to haul you up by your arm so he can lean in and kiss you—shamelessly licking at the corners of your mouth and capturing the few drops of his cum that somehow failed to run down your throat.
After quickly devouring your mouth to replace the taste of his cock with his tongue, his hands are felt at your waist, and he tugs you impossibly closer before hugging you. The gesture is unexpected—despite your many years of marriage—but his next few words make it all make a lot more sense to you.
“Next time, I should like to wake up and see you on top of me," Your husband demands.
You stare at him all innocently, “I dunno about all that, Sukuna.”
His somewhat affectionate stare quickly fades into a sharp glare, “I wasn’t asking.”
“Oh.”
☆ Geto Suguru
As soon as you sat up one morning, something thick ‘n sticky began to ooze out of you, warm rivulets of cum trickling down your inner thighs. The panties you had on the night prior? Gone, vanished without a trace. Your boyfriend of many years? Sound asleep next to you!
Just as you shift slightly, feeling the slick mess between your legs, the man in question begins to stir awake and releases a soft hum just as his eyes flutter open. Your gazes meet once he props himself up on one elbow, his eyes dropping before yours get the chance to as he catches the evidence of his indulgence seep out of you.
"Morning, sweet girl," He hums rather innocently before leaning up just to kiss at your cheek and whisper, "I left a little something inside you while you were sleeping.” Geto points out casually, “Hope you don’t mind.”
Truth be told, part of him hoped you would mind. He hopes you’d scold him for being soo perverted, despite the fact that you’re the one who told him you wanted him to use you whenever, even if you were asleep.
He hardly waited two days after receiving that consent of yours before he was fucking you while you dreamt of god knows what.
Even seeing you under the gentle glow of the morning's light, it's all he can think about. The way he'd spread your legs apart with insistent hands, feeling your unaware frame fall exactly how he needed it to whilst he positioned himself between your thighs.
Geto stuffed the thick head of his cock into your sleeping pussy, letting each inch stretch you out nice 'n slowly, your welcoming walls hugging him with a sloppy heat that made his breath hitch. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips as you readjusted yourself in your sleep, eyes remaining closed, and lashes fanning slightly against your cheeks.
The first thrust into you almost made him feel bad, considering how your body had rocked forward and your cunt clenched ever so sweetly around him as if to gasp.
“You’re s’good to me,” Geto mumbled into the dark room, “F-Fuck, look at you…” His hand went caressing across the side of your face before he tilted his head, “Don’t even know I’m inside you right now, huh?”
He couldn’t help but reel his hips back as he caught the faintest scrunch in your nose. Then he leaned over your body a bit, caging you underneath him and doing his best to hold back from fucking you like he really wanted to. Even though you weren’t awake to make fun of him for it, he still didn’t wanna cum too soon.
Geto’s cock plunged in a little deeper—slathering right against that spot he knows normally has your body arching away from him as if you couldn’t take it, “Would it be bad if I kept going til’ you woke up? Mngh.. you’d probably like that too much.”
Just then, your pussy decides to respond with a ringing squelch! around his cock as he bottoms out. You’re so wet around him that even the dark silks of hair decorating the skin just above his base is shimmering over from your slick. The bed below your bodies is already soaking and Geto nearly feels worse for knowing he’s doing all this to you and you’re missing it.
A pout pulls out his bottom lip for a moment before he shoots his gaze down some more just to watch your juices spill out all around his cock as he slowly rolls his hips back ‘n forth in a languid motion.
“Mmnh..” You’re grumbling in your sleep, but to him the noise sounds mostly like one of pleasure.
One warm breath falls from his mouth as he looks back up to your face, “Moaning in your sleep,” Geto whispers, stilling his hips a moment so that he doesn’t wake you. “So cute.”
While part of him wished you were awake to react and be in the moment of sex with him, the other part of him relished in having you so pliant. None of those whines you spew his way when you swear he’s going too fast or too hard or too slow or whatever-the-fuck. The list of complaints you teasingly throw your boyfriend’s way just to irritate or taunt him while he’s got his dick inside you is quite endless.
You once spent thirty minutes begging to suck him off just to complain about him “bruising your throat” the following morning.
Did you show all symptoms of having a bruised throat that morning? Perhaps. Is that his fault? Nooo, of course not!
Either way, Geto’s appreciating being able to fuck you while you’re sleeping. It’s a little surreal here ‘n there—considering how he’s talking to himself instead of talking you through it—but it’s enjoyable nonetheless.
Especially when your cunt seems to be wide awake as his pace picks up a little. You’re squeezing around him just how he likes it and it’s pulling the oxygen right out of his lungs, leaving him a panting mess above you within mere minutes.
Geto finds it moderately unfair how perfect you are for him even while you’re sleeping.
“Nngh-, shit. I’m gonna cum,” His brows furrow tightly, hands having found security on your hips in a neat fashion to keep your body a bit more steady for the way he rocks his lengthy dick into you. “You want that? My sleepy girl, you’re gonna wake up s’full of me.“
His rambles continue on as he grows closer to something creamy gushing out of his cock, words of filth flowing so naturally out of his mouth that anyone would assume it to be second nature to the man.
Then his tip crams up against a particularly sappy nook of your cunt and a whine squeaks past his lips, “Ah, imagine.. all my cum just leakin' out this pretty hole of yours.” Geto huffs as his hands trail further up your body just to give your tits a hearty squeeze, “Bet you’d call me a perv if you woke up right now—tell me how wrong it is to fuck you while you’re sleep...”
He knows that’s only half-way true, considering you did give him your full consent to this. But the thought of it. The thought of your eyes fluttering open with a gloss of confusion shimmering over them, your steady breaths quickly turning into panting moans, and your entire body awaking to your whorishly gorgeous boyfriend fucking you like the freak you’ve always known him to be…
That’s what gets him.
“You trust me so much.. hahh, fuuck..“ Geto chokes as the realization sends something sinful down his spine, his cock throbbing against your dormant walls, “Gets me so fuckin' hard I can barely think.”
Even though he’s keeping his voice pretty low, it’s getting harder ‘n harder to maintain that volume. You snore softly beneath him and somehow that makes your pussy feel all the more clenched around the head of his weepy dick.
“Mgh-, baby.. you’re getting tighter on me, c’mon now. I don’t wanna cum yet,” He puffs desperately, billowing his hips with slower thrusts as if to combat with your body’s natural reactions to him. “Relax that pussy for me, c’mon. Relax for Suguru, let me make you feel good.”
Your body does exactly that as if used to his cooing words—cunt adjusting to his size within the next few thrusts, oozing out slick all around his deft base as his balls are left flush with your skin.
“Atta’ fuckin’ girll,” Geto purrs hotly before letting his jaw fall open, “Uhuhh, you feel even better now. Can’t believe you listen to me even when you’re sleepin’.”
He thoughtlessly swishes a hand down in between your bodies, his thumb locating your clit and rubbing something utterly delectable into you. Something light like a moan escapes your throat and he worries for a moment that he’d just woke you up—his movements coming to a sharp stop.
When your boyfriend hears that alleged moan fade into another snore, he exhales slowly and then plucks his hips all the way back. His long cock bobs out of your pussy and the dew sight of slick ‘n filth alone is enough to make him draw his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Then Geto takes ahold of his shaft and pumps himself a couple times before tapping his tip against your puffy folds, swatting his cock in between them and then groaning out, “M’gonna cum. F-Fuuck, gorgeous…”
You just-so-happen to move in your sleep after he says that—unconsciously pushing forward and swallowing up his plump tip.
Geto’s face contorts into something just short of pornographic before he whines, “Y’gonna let me do that to you? Cum inside you while you’re sleeping? Ohmygoddd.”
Then he’s inching his hips forward as much as he can before cumming all inside your pretty pussy, leaving you nice and coated with his seed.
He had to put a hand over his mouth to conceal the sounds he’d let out in fear of waking you but right after he’s emptied himself into you, Geto pulls out and hastily holds a finger to your pulsing hole to stop his cum from spilling out.
Smirking, “You’ll probably wake up ‘n get soaked as soon as you feel what I left inside you….”
Which ultimately brings you back to now—the following morning where you’ve done exactly that.
You hadn’t minded what he’d left inside you at all. It may have been a little uncomfortable for you to sit up with the feel of gooey cum dribbling out of you in nasty globs but, it’s swiftly accompanied by dews of your morning arousal.
Then you were leaning back a bit and sending your boyfriend that looks he knows and loves, “Well? Are you gonna sit there ‘n stare at me all day or are you gonna clean up your mess?” You huff towards Geto.
His eyes seem to have a twinkle in them upon hearing those words, his body melting into position in between your legs faster than you have time to process.
You feel his palms come sticking to your thighs as he pushes them apart and swats his tongue over his lips, “You’re the one who said I could use you whenever I wanted. Don’t be such a brat about it, princess.”
Peering down at him, you cock a brow his way, “Yeah well, I didn’t tell you to leave your cum in me all night. Now less talking and more cleaning, perv.”
Oh fuck.
Do you even have any idea of what you just started?
Spoiler alert: no.
☆ Gojo Satoru
You made a mistake.
Giving your "sweet" husband Gojo the permission to bury his dick inside you whenever he wants was probably not in your best interest. Fairly enough, you'd given him that permission about a month ago now and he's only exhausted that free use a handful of times.
You expected him to be all over you nearly every night but, that simply wasn't the case. Instead, he waited for rather specific situations to pull the free use card.
Specific situations such as now, while you're laying across your living room couch with your phone pressed up to your ear. You'd received a call from one of your exes and now you're listening to him ramble on about how harshly life's been treating him since you left.
You swear you were seconds from hanging up the phone, but you were never quite given a chance to do so since the sound of your husband returning home from a long day of work pulled you out of the dully dragging, one-sided conversation. Before you could turn your head towards the hallway that led to the front door, you felt this sudden weight shifting down onto the backs of your thighs.
When you glanced back over your shoulder, Gojo was giving you this deceivingly innocent smile as his big hands moved to slide against your sides.
You gave him a greeting smile of your own before he leaned down to kiss at your forehead.
Then his ears caught the familiar voice on your phone.
He'd been no stranger to this ex of yours since you'd shared the many, many horror stories about what you'd experienced with the him over the years. But, Gojo wasn't in much of a mood to care or question you about it right now.
Not after the looooong day of work he's had—having spent the majority of it fantasizing about returning home to his beautiful wife.
Hence why it only takes one short push of his hips for you to feel the lump of his cock bulging out against his slacks and pressing into the cushioning of your ass. You gasp at it but quickly cover it up with a fake cough before the idiot on the phone could ask you any questions about it.
Then you look back at your husband again, only to find that all his attention is on your ass. His hands move to squish your cheeks together as he bites his lip, cheeks hued in blush just from how aroused he already is. Fuck, he'd been thinking about this—about you—all damn day.
And now you're in his hands, all soft 'n pliant for him. Gojo feels you glaring at him from just beyond his peripherals but he still doesn't care. In fact, he lifts one of his hands to wave your starring off entirely—silently signaling you to focus on your little phone call instead of what he's doing.
You let it slide for the time being and turn your head away with a roll of your eyes, humming into the phone in response to whatever your ex had last uttered to you.
This continues on for a few minutes with nothing unusual happening until Gojo smacks at your ass and you feel his cock rutting in between the valley of the two mounds. His pants are still keeping him constrained but it doesn't do much to conceal how much he's twitching beneath the fabric.
Nor does it aid with how hot you begin to get as he shamelessly begins to hump you. The sounds of his soft pants fan out from behind you and you're hoping this is all he'll do before he cums and leaves you to work your way off the phone.
Unfortunately for you, that's not at all what happens.
Gojo's hands get greedier as his dick gets impossibly harder and you feel his palms sneaking to your waist for a moment before he slips them right under you. Your stomach is given a soft squeeze as he smiles and then his hands are traveling up to your tits—successfully groping at them in sync with the rocking of his hips.
Sometimes you think he forgets just how big he is. Those long limbs of his are straddling your legs but that doesn't help with the weight of his firm body pressing down against you.
Then he has the nerve to crane over to your other ear. "Need you," Gojo whispers whilst his hips thrust lightly, his hands having snuck under your shirt by now.
He thoroughly cups your breasts and lets his fingers dig into your flesh while leaking an embarrassing amount of pre into his boxers—the moisture seeping through enough to leave a wet patch against his dark pants.
Before you can mute the phone to respond to him—or do anything, really—he's kissing at the side of your neck and muttering into your skin, "Gonna fuck you now, okay?”
As quickly as you can, you move the phone away from your ear and hope it doesn't catch your voice as you huff, “Satoru, wait.”
“Shhhh, you told me whenever I want, remember?” He cuts off quickly. His hands are moving right after he says that, reaching the flimsy waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down along with your moderately soaked panties to reveal your naked skin.
You look back with a pout on your face, gesturing slightly towards your phone, “But—“
Gojo meets eyes with you shortly while his hands fly to his thick belt to tug it out the way and then unzip his pants. His chin nods towards that pesky call of yours, “Who is that anyway?” He asks as if not already aware.
“Uh," You swallow thickly, "Remember uhm… Naoya?”
Unbothered, your husband flashes a smile. “Ohhh, that’s your ex, right?” He hums back to you. Your head nods in response and he scoffs in between his fingers steadily unzip his pants, “Fuck's he want?”
“He said I-, ah—Satoru..” Your breathy moan was prompted by the heavy thump of his cock against your ass with all its veiny weight as Gojo lets it bob and then slap at your cheeks.
Still looking at you, “He said you what?” Gojo asks.
Your lashes flutter—and despite the hushed back and forth going on here, your clueless ex is still talking to himself on your phone. “—Said he found some stuff I left over at his place, and then went rambling on from there.”
You mostly expected this to be the part where Gojo acts out of possessiveness or jealousy, but to your surprise, he only shrugs. "Why didn’t you hang up?”
“I was curious," You tell him honestly.
He nods, “Oh yeah?”
Your eyes drop to the way his hand is rubbing along his cockhead, smearing his own pre around his pinkened tip and leaving it to glisten under the dim living room lighting.
Then you gulp, “...I figured something might be wrong, but he’s just talking to me n-normally,” Your stammers come from his cockhead shhlicking down between your folds, kissing your hole all sloppy.
“Mh. Alright,” Gojo murmurs, nodding his head toward the phone again as his attention falls elsewhere, “Keep listening to him then.”
“But I thought you wanted to—“
His hand finds the back of your head all of a sudden and he pushes your face down against the couch cushions a bit, doing so to muffle the expected moan that’s ripped out of your throat as he bucks his hips forward all meanly.
“You heard what I said.” He warns as he watches you shakingly obey via drawing the phone back up to your ear. “Uhuh, don’t even worry about me, sweetheart. Just let me use this pussy til’ I’m satisfied. Pretend I’m not even here.”
It’s quite difficult to do that as Gojo wastes no time sprawling the lips of your pussy out around his wide shaft. Those gorgeous white lashes of his flutter in relief as he first begins to feed his cock into your cunt, eyeing the way you suck him in despite having to bite down on the couch to stop yourself from moaning directly into the phone call.
In courtesy of said call, your husband is even nice enough to go easy on you!
…For the first few minutes, anyway.
It doesn’t take much longer before his hands are properly anchoring your body down against the couch via your hips and his thrusting is timed perfectly with each time you try to open your mouth and speak to that stupid ex of yours.
The first few times you were able to play your moans off as a cough and told the bummy Naoya that you’d probably come down with a cold or something. You knew if you tried to work your way off the phone—even though you’d been doing so long before Gojo got home—your husband would probably punish you by edging you til’ your legs lost functionality in them and your pussy was a leaking mess all over this very couch.
So, you did your best to maintain the one-sided conversation for as long as you could. The only bad thing about it was that your talking and moaning made you squeeze Gojo’s cock all the more tighter and he fucking loved it.
He just couldn’t get enough of how wet this was getting you—how you seemed to relish in this kinda situation. It quickly let him know that this should be a reoccurring thing he does.
Free use is one thing, but executing it only when you’re talking to someone else was definitely in Gojo’s best interest now.
So in between him purposefully waiting until you’re mid-response to fuck you harder, he’d angle himself over and talk into your other ear all nasty, “Yeahhhh, you like this, don’t you? Getting fucked real good while that pathetic ex of yours rambles to you? Makes me wonder if you’d be this wet if I did this more often—fuck you while you’re on the phone…”
Then his hand would come down against your ass again, the smack surely loud enough to be heard on the phone.
“What was that?” Naoya’s grating voice asks through the call.
You bite down a little harder on the bit of cushion you already had in between your teeth so you could drool out a moan before lifting your face up and gasping. “M-My husband dropped something. Don’t worry about it,” You breathed out.
The man on the other end of your phone didn’t seem too convinced but he was in the middle of explaining something before he interrupted himself with his own question so, he returned right back to the topic.
Gojo’s lips curl against your ear—having picked up on the sly way in which you tried to remind Naoya that you’re married, clearly hoping that it would get the call to end sooner.
“Should I wait til’ you get a call from work next time?” He grunts into your ear just as his cock knocks into your cervix, smearing the area over with a glimmer of his glossy precum. “Think you could hold in your moans if I did that?”
You mindlessly move the phone away from your mouth and let your maw hang open as you look back at him, “Toru..”
Gojo gives you a toothy smile before shaking his head and tugging your body back to meet his heavy thrusts, “Uh-uh, answer my question.”
His hand then tugs your face all the way up by your jaw and the phone falls as he plows into you. In doing so, he also manages to force your body into this nasty arch against the couch that has all noises heard by your ex on the phone.
You even hear Naoya’s sentences fall short as he pauses for a long moment and listens closely. Then, “The fuck is that noise—“
Plap plap plap!
The smacking of Gojo’s hips to your ass is picked up by your phone in the best of quality, each slap of skin heard perfectly by the man on that call.
Eyes narrowing on his end, even though you can’t see it, Naoya glances at his phone sideways and his face twists up, “—Are you…”
“Mmgh! Fuuck, Satoruu,” You choke out helplessly. “R-Right theree, ah!”
The sudden encouragement from your lips is exactly what eggs Gojo on into grunting all loudly and leaning his body up. The prone bone position you two have been neatly tucked into this entire time is unmoving as he continues to pull you back onto his cock.
He moans upon feeling you cumming around him and leaving this creamy mess all over the thumping veins that decorate his length.
Shamelessly talking at a normal volume as if that call of yours isn’t ongoing. “There she iss, there’s my perfect wife.” Then Gojo reaches over and swipes up the phone, talking right into it, “Sounds s’pretty doesn’t she?”
Naoya’s spewing and sputtering out curses to the both of you but Gojo tosses the device faster than he has time to hear or care. Then his hands pin you down against the couch by your waist and his bucking becomes insistent.
The couch moves slightly, scraping the floor with how rough he was being before Gojo lets his leg slide off slightly so he can steady himself. Then one of his hands move to the side of the couch to hold it still while his dick angles somewhere to the left inside you.
You sometimes forget just how big ‘n strong your husband is—how easily he can fold your body and handle the janky movement of furniture at the same time. And it seems you’d forgotten it so much that now you were trying to run from him a bit.
He notices how your hips pull away whenever he tugs them onto himself and the cute attempt makes him grin. To distract you from your futile attempts of escaping him, Gojo weighs his head to the side and huffs, “You uh, you never answered my question, sweet thing.”
Your eyes roll back almost instantly and the man feels his heart throb at how pretty you look getting fucked out on him already. “Yes, ‘Toru. Hnngh-, fuck! I’d love it if you-, ohmygod… i-if you did this more often,” You moan to him.
“Babyyyyy,” Gojo coos, pearly sloshes of cum quickly pouring out from the head of his cock but not stopping nor slowing that bullying pace of his, “That’s so slutty of you. Wonder where you got that from.”
You just barely send a glare back his way. “D-Don’t act innocent.”
His brows shoot upward and he grins cheekily, “Hmm?” It’s almost like he wasn’t actively flooding your insides with cum. “Are you implying that I turned you into this?” You nod and he tuts, “Say it then.”
You hated loved when he challenged you like this—as if you were scared to admit it or something. Swallowing down your moans firmly enough to breathe, “You did this to me, Satoru.”
That dopey smile of his returns to his stupidly angelic face and he’s fucking his cum into you real’ good whilst talking, “Oh yeah? What’d I do, baby? Talk to me nice.”
“R-Ruined me,” You cry out with drool dribbling out from the corner of your mouth, “Turned me into a slut for you.”
“Fuck yeah I did,” Gojo replies proudly. Then he looks down and rocks his hips forward before stilling himself inside you just to feel you clench and unclench around him. “Now, are you gonna cum for me again or do I have to get that ex of yours on FaceTime?”
Your eyes widen, “You wouldn’t.”
“Hah,” The phone he tossed earlier is swiped right back up and you hear that signature ringing faster than you have time to process anything.
Naoya answers after only two rings. Though, it should be noted that he never even hung up the regular call.
“The fuck?” He spits as he’s met with your husband angling the phone up just right to show his smothered cock tucked inside you.
Gojo moves to tap at your head next, meeting eyes with you for half a second once you glance back at him, “Smile for me, sweetheart.”
☆ Nanami Kento
“You said anytime I want, my love.”
You didn’t think he would finger you while you had company.
It was movie night with a great deal of your friends scattered around your shared living room and yet here your fiancé was forcing your legs to spread open while you sat on his lap.
Two thick fingers were idly rubbing against your pussy over the fabric of your panties—a small blanket the only thing concealing the sight.
You whispered back to the man as quietly as you could, not wanting to deal with what was to come if anyone around you two figured out what exactly was going on under that blanket, “Kento this is absurd!”
“Shh, shh," Nanami hummed deeply, his eyes trained forward just over your shoulder whilst his fingers continued with their motions, "I can’t hear the movie.”
A frown took over the shape of your lips, “But—“
Already annoyed, “Shut up,” He cut off before glancing away from the TV screen to make sure no one was looking at you both. With no peering eyes found, he decides now as a good time to stuff your mouth full of his free fingers. “Isn't this so much better? Now suck.”
Your cunt twitched against the digits he had neatly rubbing against you and he took that as a sweet reply from you, your lips slowly molding around his fingers before you bobbed your head forward ever so slightly.
You made sure to keep the sounds of your sucking to a quiet slurp that could easily pass off as one of you sipping on something—and this surprisingly worked just fine for the next few minutes.
...At least until Nanami pulled your panties to the side.
Then his fingers lifted away from your skin for a few seconds to allow your poor pussy a moment to throb 'n clench around nothing before he smacked! at it lightly. The wet plp that rang out into the space surrounding you both surprisingly wasn't loud enough to cause any heads to turn.
Which, of course, was what you preferred.
But it did cause you to moan, "Ken," as his fingers fell from your mouth.
Nanami suppressed a groan but he couldn't quite stop his crotch from shifting under your ass. The hand that'd been occupying your mouth fell for a moment as one of your guests looked into your direction—to which your fiancé kindly sent them an innocent grin and then glanced to you as if you two had been having some casually whispered conversation that totally didn't involve him playing with your pussy.
He tipped his mouth up to your ear for a moment and made sure his words didn't escape the space between you whatsoever, “They’ll catch on if you keep moaning my name like that.”
Despite his warning, he purposefully begins to feed his thiiiick fingers past your dewy entrance—which accepts him nicely via squelching hotly in between your thighs.
“Fuck,” You whine after bringing some of the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face.
As if that would properly conceal your sounds or something...
Nanami's behind you grinning as his free hand fingers your hip and forces your body to push back 'n forth against the very prominent erection in his pants, “Can you feel me? Feel what this does to me?” He asks softly, breath cascading down the side of your shoulder now, “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Seems like you have too.”
Just as he points that out, he's poking two fingers into your cunt and letting the tips of them swipe against your sopping walls—earning a gorgeous gloss of liquid arousal to spurt out from where you're currently connected.
Your body naturally slumps back against his a bit as your legs sprawl out some more over his. “Please...” You huff, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.
“Your squirming will only make it worse, y'know," Nanami warns far too kindly.
“Nngh-," You moan again.
It's almost like you were caring less and less about the surrounding company!
“You're a mess, my love. Can you really not handle a couple fingers without my others in your mouth?” He sighs, sparing you no time to answer, and letting his fingers scissor out against your walls as they dig further into you.
He easily fucks himself knuckle deep and leaves his pointer and pinky to press into the plush of your surrounding skin.
Then, after plugging your mouth up with his digits yet again—since you can't seem to behave without them—his whispers felt like warm honey against your ear, "I suppose this means I can go faster now, no?"
“Mmgh!” Your grumbling around his digits truly has his cock aching in his pants. But he doesn't want to fuck you in front of everyone like this.
At least, not yet.
Though, the thought is most definitely tempting.
You figure this much based on how taunting his voice soothes out against your ear again, “Do you want them to see you like this, darling?” Then his fingers slide against the center of your tongue whilst his others curve into your cunt, “Should I move this blanket and let them?”
Your head shakes frantically and you even move a hand of your own to push at the one he's got buried in between your thighs, inaudibly begging for some sort of break or moment to at least gather your thoughts.
“Ohhh, don’t do that.” Nanami purrs in this suddenly condescending tone, tongue peeping out past his lips to lick a stripe against the side of your neck. Then his words feel just as warm and feverish as his breath is all pressed up against your skin, “I think you want it. You want me to toss this blanket and let everyone here watch me fuck you.”
“M-Mmph!” You grumble before slithering your tongue in between the fingers he's got lodged past your wobbly lips.
“Look at you, practically crying for it," He adds on in reference to your currently sobbing cunt. If only he could see how wet you had his slacks right now. Feeling it is one thing, of course, but he knows setting his eyes on it directly is another thing in itself entirely. “You want all our neighbors to see how pretty you look bouncing on my cock?”
Nanami slides his fingers out of your mouth just to let you respond with the quiet whimper of his name, “Kento..”
“I want them to see," He admits naughtily, “Want them to watch how wide I stretch you, watch how I make this pretty cunt squirt… shit.” Now his fingers were diving in and out of you at a faster rate, sloshing left 'n right each time they came out to slander your slick all over the place.
A friend or two surely caught on to what was happening under that blanket by now.
But... you think both you and Nanami lost it in yourselves to care enough by this point.
Which is confirmed and doubled down on as your head angles back and you lose all your senses with the way you kiss him.
Nanami groans lowly into your mouth, the sound vibrational. Then he sears his next array of admissions in between your lips, “Mmh, I knew it. You want it too, huh?”
“Yeah,” You huff, nodding slightly.
Neither of you were thinking things through at all. Moreso him than you, though.
Which is proven in the next number of minutes just after Nanami adjusts his cock out of his pants and works it past your quivering ring of resistance in slow motion. The wide stretch had your body squirming all over the place and the hand that covered your mouth was most certainly a necessity by this point.
Although one or two people in the room had caught on to what might have been happening between you and Nanami, they couldn't be entirely sure just yet. It was still dark in the room and the TV was loud enough in the moment to mask your muffled cries of pleasure.
“If you moan too loud, I’m moving the blanket and fucking you in front of everyone for real," Nanami warned—trying his best to at least let you try to give this a solid attemp-
“K-Kennn,” You whimper beyond the palm of his hand, killing that attempt entirely.
With a scoff, “Oh. You don't think I'm being serious, do you?”
One moment his cock is fully inside of you and the next... the blanket flies off.
Shit.
☆ Choso Kamo
Legs pressed up to his chest, thighs clasped together tightly, and something hot ‘n rock hard rutted in between them—occasionally nudging in between your folds and against your clit—you were woken up to the sight of your rather depraved boyfriend fucking your thighs.
Whimpering as quietly as he could, “FuckFuckFuckFuck-, nnngh… fuuuck-,” Choso gasped all pathetically.
The two of you had been napping and cuddling together just minutes ago but then he woke up so painfully hard with his cock already crammed up against the pretty curve of your ass. He just couldn't help himself!
And surely you didn't expect him to ignore his boner when you specifically told him that if he ever needed you, he could have you—no matter the place or situation.
So when you turned over in your sleep and he saw how nicely your thighs were hugging one another, he just couldn't help but imagine what his flushed cock would look like smudged in between them. He's already shown you time 'n time before that he's dangerously obsessed with your thighs.
Well, technically he's obsessed with all parts of you but, something about your thighs make him dizzy in his own arousal. Every time Choso has you riding his face, his hands are always groping and squishing your thighs. And he can't deny how attractive he thinks it is when you've just finished sucking him off and his cum spills down past your face and into the perfect crease of your clamped legs.
Which is exactly why he didn't waste much time repositioning himself so that he could hold your legs up now and slowly nudge his dick in between your legs. He tried to be careful of rubbing against your cunt as he held your limbs up against his chest with one bulky arm, the other propped somewhere to the side of him so that he'd be in a decent enough position to thrust against you.
“S-So pretty,” Choso grunted as he saw just how much he came already. Creamy globs of cum coated the entirety of his cock and smeared all nastily along your inner thighs, making it easy for his still-rigid length to slide back and forth now. All while he whispers, “I love you, baby. Love f-fucking you like this.“
His pelvis would clash with the back of your legs over and over again, the rough motion hard enough to have your torso rocking further up against the bed. If not for the pillows he adroitly set behind your head prior to getting off with your legs, you surely would've woken up from the top of your head knocking into the headboard.
Luckily enough for Choso, you wake up from feeling the other thing he'd been trying to avoid—the friction his cock created against your pussy.
It was an accident, really. He wanted to use your thighs really quickly and then go back to cuddling with you as if nothing ever happened but... well, after he came the first few times he was still hard.
He had to do something about it, right?"
“Go faster, Cho,” You're heard murmuring while your sleepily rub over your eyes, “C’mon, if you're gonna fuck my thighs like this then do it properly.”
“O-Ohh shiiiit,” Choso's breath gets tangled up almost immediately. He saw that you started to move and knew you were waking up but he didn't expect you to start talking to him like that so abruptly.
Then you give him a cute, but groggy smile as he mindlessly follows your instructions and picks up his pace, “There you go—good boyyy.”
Choso's eyes roll back and his hips are moving uncontrollably now. He probably would've ended up like this even if you didn't say anything but fuck, now that you have? Oh, the poor man was done for.
“Gonna cum,” He pants, watching through glossed eyes as you move your hand out to stroke at his cock each time it slots through the small gap he's created in between your thighs, “Gonna cum on you-, shit. Your thighs are s’warm.. They-, hahh-,” He’s cut off by you squeezing your legs—his eyes rolling back, headboard knocking up against the wall, and raw, husky groans pouring out of him.
Then you watch silky strings of cum spurt from his flustered tip, landing all over your torso, and even flying up to hit your mouth a little.
Choso's brows are left taut as he tries his best to keep himself from falling over on top of you and tugging your pajamas off just to plop his creamy cock inside you. Instead, he maintains his balance just fine and sways his head to the right before looking down at the way his dick is rubbing against your core again.
“Does it feel good for you too?” He pants cutely, doe-like eyes running up to your face, “Can you still feel me there? Against your pussy?”
You've clasped your bottom lip in between your teeth by now and your hand is left wet from his cum but you still manage a nod in response. To which Choso releases an eased sigh.
Then he leans up to properly, keeping his body steady on his knees and wrapping his other arm around you to come and pinch your clit somewhere in between his somewhat jittery grinds.
“Choso,” You call out in surprise, your hand flying down to hold his wrist.
He flashes this fucked-out little grin your way, answering his own question, “Mhmm, you cann. Fuck, you’re so wet from this.”
You let off a moan and then smile right back at him, “So are you.”
“Uhuh,” He gasps, “A-Always wet for my girl.”
You giggle at his dazed way of speaking now, wondering distantly just how many times he came while you were sound asleep, “I don’t think that’s how it works, baby.”
Choso's eyes soften in awe of you. “Don’t laugh at me,” He says with his plump bottom lip begining to poke out.
You gesture your hand out for him to come closer to you, “Awh, c’mere. Don’t pout.”
Casually ignoring you, your boyfriend naturally presses your legs down flat against your chest and his cock pops out from in between your thighs, dangling in the air with a drooling string of cum dripping from his flushed head.
Then he uses his strength to hold you down with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of his dick and letting it pat against your pussy—watching the way your plump lips press out around his shape through the fabric of your panties.
“You’re soaked from all that," He points out, noticing how the majority of your underwear is a dark shade indicating just how wet you'd gotten from waking up to his actions.
“Choso..." You murmur as you unconsciously send him a frown.
He looks up at your face, “Aw, now you’re the one pouting.”
Accompanying his words is a steady build up of something sloppy rubbing back 'n forth against the outline of your pussy. He doesn't really feel like taking your panties off or even moving them out of the way just yet, wanting to drag out your need for him as punishment for your first act towards him being those taunting words you threw his way earlier.
“Stop teasing,” You end up whining after the first few slips of his dick.
Normally you'd be all for this kinda thing but considering you woke up and immediately got horny from seeing your boyfriend finally taking advantage of the free use you'd given him months ago, it was a bit difficult for you not to be impatient now.
Choso lets out a hot breath as he decides to try something a little different. You'd already seen enough of his pathetic needy side for the day so, he figures it's time he switches it up now. Rasping out a rather commanding, “Say please.”
“Please?” You beg instantly while sending him that look you know makes him absolutely weak for you.
For the first time in foreve, Choso manages to ignore that look of yours and tips his head back a bit while thrusting his cockhead in between your drooling slit—bumping his own against your clit. “A little more than that,” He requests in a softened tone, “Say, ‘can I please have your cock, choso’?”
“I…” You swallow thickly at first—caught entirely off guard by his specific request. The worst part about it was the fact that you know he felt the way your cunt went twitching and clenching in reaction, yearning to be stuffed full of him sooner rather than later, “Can I please have your cock, Choso?”
“Good girl," He hums in between the slightly shy smile he sends down to you, "Now you get your reward."
Your panties are torn right off within the following moment. Choso hadn't exactly meant to rip the fabric off of you like that but, y'know, he was still just as needy for you as you were for him.
He couln't help himself!
When his cock finally begins to push against your hole, he breaks your legs open and displays this whorish look you've never seen from him before. Sounding far too confident as he hums, “Gonna fuck you til’ you’re wishing I kept using your thighs now, princess.”
As if he doesn't end up cumming not even a minute after being inside yo.
A/N. I love men groveling hehe. Hope y’all have a great week!
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 week
Oh, it’s around the fourth orgasm when Toji can’t think - can’t even breathe.
Can’t do anything but spit out little profanities into your swollen lips while he rams his messy cock deeper into your sloppy entrance. Body moving before his mind to savor the sweet sweet cunt that’s been plaguing his mind all week.
Again. And again. And again and again and-
“A week.” you hear that familiar mantra from behind you, whirling your teary eyes to stare over your shoulder at your utterly wrecked ex-husband. Gaze glassy, cheeks flushed, lips sagging open as he pants, “A whole week, n’ you’re sure she didn’t m-miss me, doll? Didn’t crave me fillin’ her up?”
And Toji takes your pitiful little whine as enough of an answer, reaching down below to thumb apart your folds greedily - all puffy and sensitive where he swipes at the seed trickling down your poor, overfilled slit. “Or do I just hafta prove it to ya?”
So mean with the way he’s shoving each and every thick spurt of his cum back inside your gummy walls. Sloppier. Languid, as the exhaustion sets in - and honestly, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again despite the long, calculated strokes into your snug cunt.
But he has to, even if it fucking kills him.
Moaning messily, your knees weaken at his renewed vigor, “T-Toji I-” Laying your body limply over the lewd little pool of cum below you, you claw at the damp sheets. “D-didn’t-”
But he doesn’t hear - doesn’t even care when he brings up his shaky fingers - glossy, and covered in the mess of your juices and his cum - up to your swollen lips.
“Ah ah-” he tuts, pushing the pads of his thick fingers between them amusedly. Dick swelling up further inside you at the way that smart mouth of yours sucks on the salty taste like such a slut. “These mm- sheets were expensive since ya ngh- threw out all mine, y’know. C’mere, come to your husband.”
And in a split second, two, strong hands are pulling you back up by your forearms. Arching your body back like such a slut, bending you in half against Toji’s sculpted front. And fuck this new angle makes you keen.
He’s pressing a chaste kiss into your quivering shoulders, “Or- we could just mm fuck- share the same ones again?”
That only makes your hips fuck back against his, messily trying to meet his ruthless tempo - one that has you depending on Toji holding you up like some ragdoll. One that has him pistoning his hips faster, more purposeful, so infuriatingly familiar with the way he glides his aching tip along your ravaged g-spot.
“Y-you’re too much-” you meet his amused, half-lidded gaze. Letting him lick and kiss at the big fat tears rolling down your cheeks, grazing your lips against that tiny scar of his. “Should’ve ngh- never-”
“No.” a groan bursts from his lips. Fingers tightening - sure leave marks around your arms, using the gravity to bounce your body deeper into his cock. “No no no no- was a- fuuuck stop squeezin’ me s’tight- was a joke, doll. Already waited a week, don’t go takin’ this ah- pussy away from me again.”
For all his cockiness, Toji sounded worried - so genuinely concerned as he drags his sensitive length along your plushy walls. Tears pricking behind his eyes with each painful squeeze of his twitching balls, smacking your skin with each rough, depraved thrust inside
Scoffing, “Wh-what if I mmpf- do?”
And he’s slamming his hips into you so mean that you could almost feel the overabundance of cum sloshing inside you, claiming you from the inside out. Hips sloppy in a way that told he’s lost whatever sanity he had left.
“Said m’sorry, right? C’mooon-” Dancing an open palm up to press down on your lower stomach, hard. Letting Toji’s cum ooze down his length, pooling at his heavy balls. “She missed me too- look how much she’s ngh- takin’. How much more she wants.”
Toji’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together in an embarrassing pout, forcing your head down just enough to look at the heavenly sight below. And what you’re met with has you mewling out his name embarrassingly louder.
Your poor pussy stuffed to the brim, just bulging with the struggle to take your ex-husband.
But still trying so needily to milk him as much as possible, clenching and quivering every time his fat head kisses all your sensitive spots.
And despite all that, you still stupidly lie, “Didn’t- didn’t miss you.”
It’s like he expected that - was waiting for it even, as an excuse to go harder.
“Well then…” a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across Toji’s features - one that definitely didn’t bode well for you. He presses a hot peck against your wobbly lips, cock twitching knowingly against your g-spot. “Guess I’ve gotta f-fill her up again to prove it.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 3 weeks
“Look at me.” you hear from above you, two long fingers gently tilting your head up to meet Nanami’s hardened gaze. “Look at who’s fucking you, my love.”
You squirm, thighs trying to clamp around where he was positioned between them. “K-Ken–”
“Yeah, that’s it.” Nanami hushes you gently - the exact opposite of those languid, heavy grinds of his aching cock into your already-stuffed cunt. Shoving you further and further up those silky sheets of his with each smack of his hips, “S’me. I hah- I got you, darling. Finally, I got you.”
It’s been a whole three weeks without your pretty touch, without those sweet sweet moans spilling from your lips. Without you - sprawled out all prettily like this on Nanami’s king-sized bed, being fucked into the mattress by him like you deserve.
And he’ll be sure to make up for those three weeks.
Nanami pushes away the bouquet of roses he’d gotten you earlier today, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders to bend you into such a mean mating press.
He’s murmuring against the underside of your jaw, “I missed you, my love. Missed my cute cunt.” Rolling his hips deeper into yours, fat head kissing at your poor g-spot with each little movement. Nosing down the sweet spots on your pulse, “Missed those sweet noises for me. Missed-” Biting down on the crook of your neck, hard. Enough to break skin if Nanami really wanted to. “-this. This one’s for that douche at the club.”
You’re gasping at those neat little indents on your skin, fingers twitching upwards to feel the deep, purposeful mark. Never has Nanami acted this feral. Never has he left embarrassing marks to admire for later.
“Ken- what-” you whine - but you don’t get very far with that dazed little sentence.
No, because Nanami’s dragging his lips so searingly across the print, hips stuttering forwards while he kisses away the dredges of pain. Only to turn his head to the other side of your neck and give you a sinful, matching mark on the other side.
Murmuring into your skin, “That one’s for the hah- cashier that looked at you wrong. N’ this one’s-” Pretty lips sucking a tiny mark right above, “-for the security guard that was too nice to ya.”
Fuck.
No sooner are you actually realizing what is happening, Nanami’s pulling out with a pained grunt - like it killed him to be apart. Even if it was just for all of the two seconds it took for him to flip you onto your stomach like some ragdoll, strong arms supporting your weight.
And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have questions. Literally anything but those fucked-out little moans he was dragging out of you, rock-hard cock molding your walls to him with each mean, possessive stroke.
“This one-” Nanami kisses up your curved spine, biceps bulging as he wraps them around your middle. Biting down on the small of your back, “-s’for Higurama a-asking for your ngh- number.” Onto your shoulder, tough. Meaner than the rest, in fact, “N’ this one’s for Gojo.”
Fuck, and he won’t stop - can’t. Leaving you utterly wrecked like you’d been thrown to the wolves. But no, it’s just Nanami Kento.
“Nghh- Ken.” you blabber when he doesn’t ease up on colliding his thick tip against your g-spot. And as if that wasn’t enough, he’s snaking down a hand to draw tight, urgent little circles on your clit. “But m’yours! N-no need to be so…”
A low chuckle sounds in your ear, “What, my love?” And Nanami pistons his hips even harder, bouncing you onto the fresh mattress. “Mean? Jealous? Possessive?”
Each little description is rattled off with a harsh pattern on your clit, sending white-hot pleasure down your poor, marked-up body - all the way down to your stuffed pussy. Bulging and stuttering with each harsh thrust.
You turn your head around to meet an uncharacteristically disheveled Nanami, familiar blue button-up pulled open, stray strands of blond sticking to his forehead, that furrow in his brow softening at the sight of your fucked-out expression.
Through those hard, taxing rams of his hips against yours, Nanami manages to whisper out a ragged, “You’re jus’ too perfect, my girl. Too irresistible.” Hot tongue licking all over those bruises he so proudly made, “Can’t help but ngh- wan’ you for myself. Want to write my name on you.”
“W-write your- hngh- Didn’t think you’d be so-” You’re cut off by Nanami’s fingers moving sloppier - faster. Those messy little circles forming- oh. Fuck.
Your eyes widen, blinking up tearily at Nanami’s loving grin that told you he knew what he was doing. Fingers deftly rolling against your sensitive nub to draw out a persistent little K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T
“This one…” He trails off, pulling your back flush against the ridges and curves of his toned front. So tight it almost hurt. Making it easy to dip his head down and suck on your syrupy addictive lips, “This one’s all f’me.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 1 month
It’d been a nice, long month without any noise complaints from your neighbors. A month of being left with nothing but the thought of you and whatever disappointing rebound sex you’d been having to make up for it.
And to Geto Suguru, that was a month too long.
Which is why he was currently snaking your shaky legs to lock around his neck, hot breath ghosting over your soaked panties as he hums. “Oh how I missed this view.”
You let out an embarrassed whine, cheeks burning at the way that Geto’s hooded eyes were just devouring the sight of your dripping wet cunt. Greedily pulling aside the flimsy fabric to eye the way your pretty pussy was glistening and winking up needily at him.
“Did anyone else treat you like ya deserve?”
“Wha- oh!”
Geto doesn’t waste any time, flattening his hot tongue to drag it along your sloppy slit - too impatient, too starved to go without a taste any longer. Hell, he already waited a month for this. And he wasn’t going to wait any longer. “Mmm-” Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Even sweeter than I remembered, gorgeous.”
Diving in so deep between your legs that his nose was pressing up so sinfully against your throbbing clit, chin grinding against your skin. Like he couldn’t care - would love it - in fact if he could suffocate buried right here in his favorite place.
“Mmm,” he smacks his lips against your puffy ones, teasingly circling right around the sweet spot of your clit. “Bet the neighbors missed me, huh? Missed the way I had you screamin’ on my mouth?”
You click your tongue, bucking your hips up - partially because you needed Geto to make out with your cunt the way you knew he wanted to, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now. “M-maybe.” you mutter.
Geto’s eyes are widening in mock-surprise, “Maybe?” Hooking a finger underneath that familiar little hair tie on his wrist to easily tie back those long, inky locks. Oh. Fuck. You were so fucked. “‘Maybe’ she says, hah. Well, here’s a little reminder, gorgeous.”
And it’s all you can do to bring a hand up to your mouth, trying not to scream when Geto presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your needy pussy. Pretty pink lips wrapping around your sensitive nub to suck - harsh. Peering smugly at you through his long lashes when you thrash and buck closer.
“Yeah?” Geto slurs into your cunt, one hand pushing down your reckless hips. The other rolling your ravaged clit between two fingers. “Remembered?”
It was true - none of your past hookups have ever been this dizzyingly good.
Your mouth sags open, letting out a broken whine that makes Geto throw his head back and laugh - laugh. Long tongue darting out again, circling your sloppy entrance, pressing in. “Not yet, I think.”
And oh while you were desperately trying to keep quiet, he was trying his very best to do the exact opposite.
Tongue bullying past your puffy lips to map out all those sweet spots against your gummy walls, brows furrowing in concentration when he picks up an intense, maddeningly little tempo.
And yet, the only thing ringing in Geto’s ears were those fucking obscene squelches from below. Well, that won’t do.
“Oh!” you yelp at the feeling of two long fingers pumping past that first ring of muscle. “Ngh- fuck you- Sugu!”
Hitting the bullseye of your g-spot straight on. Making you let out a slutty little ah! ah! ah! as his finger pads drag against every sopping nook and cranny of your plushy walls. “Lemme know how good it feels, gorgeous.”
Unapologetic. Unrelenting, as Geto plays with you on his fingers. On his mouth lapping at your syrupy sweet juices, rolling his tongue so mean against your ravaged clit. Your sloppy entrance. Fuck, even those sensitive areas on your thighs. Anywhere and everywhere that Geto Suguru could reach because shit, it’s been too long. And he’s drunk, so fucking drunk on his girl’s pussy.
Your eyes snap open, and shit the sight is so pretty that it makes you clamp down sinfully on his fingers. Hair falling out of his sloppy bun, framing Geto’s pretty flushed face. As pink as those lips meshing messily with yours. Eyes dazed, miles away, your slick dripping down his face, down, down, down all the way to the curve of his jaw.
You manage to let out a disbelieving mutter of, “Y-your girl?” And when that doesn’t rouse Geto, you tug familiarly on his disheveled hair. Having to fucking pull him back to repeat, “Your girl?”
Fuck, did he say that out loud?
Oh, well - he wasn’t entirely wrong, was he?
And he tells you that - involuntarily, of course, high off your sweet taste and your cute moans. Loud. Movements only speeding up.
“S’true.” You feel his lips form a fucked-out smile against your pussy, “This pretty pussy is mine, right? S’mine to ruin.” Giving your poor, abused clit a lingering, chaste peck - one that if you didn’t know any better, you’d consider to be apologetic. “Mine to make you scream.”
So it only makes sense that you do when you cum.
“Hngh- oh my god oh my god, Sugu I’m- m’cumming m’cumming hah-” Your thighs tighten around Geto’s frenzied head, vision blurry while he laps away content at your pussy. Difficult, almost, with the way you were clenching and milking his face. Until your voice was hoarse, “I’m- oh”
Your hips drag along his pretty face, and he eases you into it. “Yeahh, that’s it.” Giving your ass a gentle smack, “Jus’ like that. Let ‘em know. Let everyone know there’s no one that knows this pussy as good as me.”
“Y-you’re so- ngh”
“Shhh shhh, I know I know, gorgeous. But save your voice-” Geto rock-hard cock twitches needily at the thought of how fucking pissed everyone in this apartment building was about to be. “-cuz you’re about to lose it, soon.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 4 days
Choso feels hot - he feels like he’s burning from the inside out when you slide your slutty excuse of your panties to the side. Spreading your legs to flash him a glimpse of your dripping wet cunt, “So do it then, if you’re so sorry.”
And oh was Choso sorry.
Sorry he couldn’t move faster with the way he was immediately sidling up right next to you, shaky fingers trembling on that belt of his until his red, angry cock springs free. Smearing a lewd streak of precum down his abs.
Sorry he couldn’t even pretend to want this any less when he’s immediately sliding his fat, leaky tip between your pretty folds. Sliding up and down up and down up and-
“Oh.” you jaw falls slack when he presses in, stretching that first, feeble ring of resistance around Choso’s thick tip. Hips stuttering in protest, “Fuck- forgot how- ngh, big you are, Cho.”
“S-sorry-” he gasps into your open mouth, moving in shallow, slow grinds to squeeze inside. Catching your lips with his in a messy kiss, “Sorry m’sorry- m- hah-” And whatever coherent thoughts are fucked out of Choso’s mind when he finally sinks in all the way, “Ohhh m’sorry.”
Sorry it took him a whole four days until he was buried to the hilt inside your syrupy sweet pussy again.
He squeezes the fat of your ass between two hands, pulling your tight pussy impossibly deeper down his length. All the way until you could feel the thump! thump! thump! of his racing veins again your gummy walls. “M’yours again, right?”
And despite his question, Choso doesn’t even think about giving you the time to answer - immediately shoving his swollen cock inside until he could feel the plush of your cervix. Fucking you into your couch so ruthlessly, so depraved.
Making up for those four days - twofold.
“Ngh- f-fuck, Cho, where did ngh- where did this all come from?” you whine, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. “What’s got you so-”
One arm wraps around your middle, the other snaking down to cut you off with one, hard roll of his thumb against your throbbing clit. “You.” Is all he manages to get out, before looping that same thumb around your flimsy panties. Once - hard.
Rip!
Looking right into your bleary eyes as he shreds them clean off your waist.
And you can only watch - lips dropping into a soft oh! of disbelief as Choso brings the sodden, tattered fabric up, up, up to his face. Breathing in your essence, “F-fuuck, n’ this pretty pussy, of course.”
Immediately, he’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Sloppy. Animalistically.
So depraved - not even pulling all the way out until his weeping tip is circling your entrance like usual. Instead, fucking into you in just quick, jagged thrusts like he was addicted to the feeling of your cunt, addicted to each pretty moan pulled out from you when he brushes up against your g-spot.
“S’too good, Cho.” you mewl at the way you’re being shoved higher and higher up your couch with your ex-boyfriend’s rough cadence. “S’too- oh-” Scrambling at the cushions, the coffee-table, anything and everything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity.
So much so that you almost miss the gentle hand placing your trembling ones over Choso’s broad shoulders, whispering out a strained, “M’sorry. Fuck- m’sorry.”
You didn’t even know what he was apologizing for at this point, but you circle your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Letting Choso place his teary eyes on your mouth, tentatively sucking on your bottom lip, “M’yours, right?” Abusing your poor sweet spots, fingers taking their place back to toy with your pulsing clit. Rolling and circling the sensitive nub against his thick fingers, “Lemme be yours, baby- can’t ngh- can’t live without your sweet pussy. Without you.”
“Y-yeah?” you let out a wet murmur.
And Choso’s giving you a barely-lucid nod, each drag of his cock along your gummy walls makes him grow louder. Pulling you along with him, closer and closer.
“Mhm, wanna be yours-” Utterly wrecked little strangled gasps of your name escaping him, “M’gonna die- ya feel too good. Too- hah- mine. Oh, baby m’sorry I’m-”
It’s all it takes for him to send you over the end, with one harsh collision of his thick head against your g-spot. And suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, feeling Choso’s cock twitch wildly as he fucks you through your high.
Once. Twice.
With absolutely no rhythm or rhyme - just running on the fumes of you milking him so fucking tight and an orgasm so hard it has tears pricking behind his lids. Cumming in thick, hot ropes of his seed that coat your walls white - again and again and- Choso can’t stop. Doesn’t want to stop.
“M’sorry- ngh” Doesn’t want to do anything other than push your legs so far apart it burned, eyeing the creamy ring of white around his base as he whispers, “I’ve still got four days to make up for.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13 days
“Ya think he’s really gonna like this, brat?” Sukuna breathes hotly against your ear above the thumping bass. Sharp canines grazing along the outer shell, “Think hell like how pretty you look whining on my lap like this?”
You huff in frustration, eyes screwed up against the harsh flashlight shining down on your precarious position. Hands still urgently tugging down your ex-boyfriend tight boxers, skirt hiking up where you were sat so sluttily across his muscled thighs.
Honestly, you didn’t know that all it’d take for Sukuna to snap was a risky little dance with some cute guy at this party. Eyes hardening, all but dragging your smug self into the nearest unlocked bedroom.
But, hell, you weren’t complaining about it, either.
“Maybe.” you flash him a devilish grin, batting your lashes up so devilishly innocently at the phone camera pointed at you. Perfectly catching the way your bare cunt was just drooling and glistening all over him, “Or maybe he’ll just wonder why your dick’s so sm-”
Whatever insult dies on the tip of your tongue when Sukuna pulls down his boxers just enough for his swollen cock to hit his toned front.
Rock-hard and beading angry precum at his fat head, running down, down, down his long length to pool at his heavy balls. So unfairly big that it made your thighs quiver - fuck, it’s been too long.
And Sukuna notices - of course he does.
“What were ya sayin’, brat?” he hums, dick twitching ever-so-slightly at the flustered shake of your head. “No no no,” Sukuna raises his knee so that gravity slides you closer down his thigh, his free hand reaching out to squish your cheeks together. Possessive. Demanding. You gasp as he starts up a steady, methodical bobbing of his leg to the music outside. “-use your words. My dick’s so what?”
Sukuna knew the answer - and you did, too.
And it certainly wasn’t wrapping your swollen lips around that large thumb of his on your face, sucking softly as you rock your hips back to meet his cadence.
“Nothing, Kuna.” you smile, syrupy sweet. Letting your cunt form a lewd little wet patch that helps you slide easier. “Just talking about-” Sukuna’s breath hitches in his broad chest when you wrap your soft palm around the base of his cock, squeezing. “-how much I missed your dick.”
The camera shakes in his hand, “You little minx.”
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius.
Because no sooner are the words out of his mouth before Sukuna’s bucking into your hips, dragging your sloppy cunt along the dips and curves of his thigh muscles. Having him fuck your fist at the same frenzied tempo.
Muffled around his fingers, “Kuna-”
“Shut up.” he hisses, resting your pretty pussy on that tattooed band on his leg. “Couldn’t even last two weeks. If you hah- missed my dick so bad then y’can get off on this, too, hm?”
And shit you forgot how mean Sukuna was with his little movements.
Bouncing his legs to grind your dripping cunt along his thigh, making you ride it so hard that your throbbing clit is catching on his muscles. All the way from near his knee down the sinful trail to where you could almost meet his aching cock.
He pushes the phone closer to catch the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, lips sagging open stupidly. “Answer me. Answer the camera, tell him how much you missed me.”
The blurry camera alternates between the way you’re pumping your hand - all shaky and soaked in precum - up and down his cock. And the way Sukuna’s dipping a large hand down to help spread your swollen pussy lips, toying with your sensitive nub in the process.
“Ngh-” you squeal when he places that same hand back on your hips, taking control to bully your hips harder and harder down his thigh. Flashlight illuminating that obscene trail of sweet sweet juices you’ve left behind. “M-missed this-”
Sloppier. More desperate.
And, usually, he’d tease you a little for being so pliant, for humping him like a bitch in heat - but fuck Sukuna can’t even speak when your thumb teases nimbly underneath his sensitive tip - just the way he liked.
“O-oh-” he’s letting out a guttural groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the familiar touch. “Heh, that needy? You ngh- wanted this that much ya had to dance with a loser to fuuuck- make me jealous?”
And yet for all Sukuna’s talk, he’s only fucking his hips up into your fist. Recording the way he was furiously twitching in your hands, so needy. So depraved.
Fingers jolting to leave little crescent marks on your hips as they tighten. Words strained, “Wan’ed to ride my thigh like before? To leave your lil’ mark on me? After all, I did get this thigh tattoo in honor of you, y’know.”
It’s all you can do to sob out, hips stuttering messily. “K-Kuna- m’close- ah-” Messily dragging your lips across his, “Gonna cum mmpf- gonna cum gonna-”
But oh you should’ve known. Should’ve gotten an inkling that your dear ex-boyfriend wouldn’t let you off that easy.
Because in a split-second, you’re being plucked off Sukuna’s thigh so easily, the camera set up in some corner of the bed to capture the way he sandwiches his swollen cock between your puffy folds. Kneading at your ass to slobber your syrupy juices all over him.
Mouth quirking up into a cruel little smile at your disappointed little whine, “You really think m’getting ya for the first time in almost two weeks n’ letting you cum on anything but my cock?” And an even crueler laugh, “Better get workin’ before I send this video to that new boytoy of yours, brat.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - 6 hours
“New shoes, new purses, new nails-” Gojo has his face buried into the crook of your neck, swollen lips bursting with new, broken little moans each passing second, “-a new car- fuck- five new cars. I don’t care, sweetheart. Jus’- jus’ a bit more-”
“Six hours…”
“Six hours too fuckin’ long, thought m’gonna die without this sweet sweet cunt.”
And oh then two large hands of his are shoving up that silky new dress he’d bought for you just a few hours before. Spreading your shaky legs further apart to piston his cock faster - deeper - into your heavenly cunt.
“Hngh- T-Toru–” you whine, your new heels digging into the skin of Gojo’s toned hips. Jeweled bracelets clanging together as you drag your nails down his milky back - absolutely ruining the smooth canvas. “You’re just b-bribing me.”
“So?” Gojo sounds genuinely confused, raising his pussydrunk eyes to focus on yours, “What’s wrong with ohh fuck jus’ like that- spoiling my girl?”
You give him an eye roll - which only makes your ex-boyfriend let out a stuttering gasp. Head dropping back as his cock twitches wildly, massaging those hidden sweet spots along your gummy walls in a way that only he can.
“The- the problem is- ngh m’not your girl.”
For the entirety of six hours, that is. And the great Gojo Satoru wasn’t about to let that last for a minute longer.
“Fuuuck don’t say that, sweetheart.” Gojo groans, two fingers making their way downwards to toy with your poor clit, twirling and brushing the pads of his fingers against the sensitive nub. “You’re my girl, always my girl, right? Or do I h-hafta ngh- buy ya another house to prove it?”
You’re gasping at the sight of Gojo reaching for wherever his phone had been thrown off, well and fully intent on calling Tokyo’s best contractor right now. “No!” Pinning his hand down with yours, “Don’t- don’t need another house, Toru.”
Gojo’s pretty pink lips fall into a stubborn pout, and yet his hips never stop. Fucking you into the mattress of this overpriced hotel suite so hard you were sure it would leave marks.
His heavy balls on your ass, thighs against your own, fingers on your waist - just itching, aching to rip this flimsy dress off of you and fuck you all over again in a whole new one from the stacks of bags on the floor.
“Then what.” he moans, words hitching upwards with each sloppy smack of his hips against yours. Shuddering out a heavy breath against your lips, “Anything- haaah anything for you. Anything n’ I jus’ want you- fuck fuck fuck jus’ want you.”
It’s a ragged, dizzying little mantra that he kept spitting into your open mouth. Only growing louder and louder with each drag of Gojo’s massive length against your dripping cunt. Stretching you out, molding you, drawing you back to him.
You choke out, “Wan’- want- ngh-”
But fuck it was so difficult to speak with how needily Gojo was playing with your pretty pussy. Just ravaging your gaping hole with his unforgiving cock, molding you against each ride and curve of his dick. Fingers so firm on your clit, “Mhm? Tell me- ngh anything.”
“Wan’ you-” you’re letting out an embarrassed pant. Lips crashing against his stunned ones, “Wanna cum- want you- fuck- wanna cum, Toru, so bad.”
“Then cum.” It’s all you can make out through the blood roaring in your ears, your orgasm so close that it almost hurt. Or maybe that’s just how hard that Gojo was pushing into your cervix, your g-spot, everywhere and anywhere. “Cum f’me, my girl.”
And then you are - your entire body jolting into Gojo’s as he fucks you messily through your high. Over and over and-
Barely even making it three, mean thrusts before the way your tight pussy was milking him gets too much. Before he can’t help but spill all into your gummy walls, painting then a creamy little white that was so sinful. So his.
Gojo’s free hand crushes you even closer to his body, pinning you down with his weight to make sure you take every single drop of his seed. All of it.
“Ohh fuck- you’re right.” he grits out, the pleasure too much that his eyes are blown, jaw falling slack, veins popping out from the side of his neck. “Ngh- this is the best- fuck, you’re the best. The- oh m’gonna give ya everything for the rest of m’life-”
And in the haze of it all, you barely even register the cold, metallic band being slipped gently onto your finger. And despite your blurry, unfocused vision, you could pick apart the ridiculously large diamond winking at you under the dim-lighting. Gojo’s voice sounding way too-pleased as he hums, “Jus’ a lil’ something I bought extra.”
A/N. Reader in Gojo’s is too nice idc I’d be asking for that new house.
ꨄ︎ ❝ SAE ITOSHI getting hard during makeout session with his
girl! ❞
When Sae returns your shared apartment, he's exhausted. The training today, as much as he hates to admit, really pushed him to his limits. The warm shower he had afterwards did little to soothe the burning he felt in his muscles. On top of that, during all the useless things his schedule included, he could barely talk to you over text.
"Sae?" You call out from the living room after hearing the door shut with a "clink!". Sae drops his bag on the floor with carelessness in favor of seeing his girlfriend, footsteps silent. He flops down next to you, taking in your appearance after hours of absence. You press a soft kiss on the corner of his lips and Sae leans in a teeny tiny bit into the warmth of your lips. Sae wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer in a half-assed hug, but it's the thought that counts, right?
You stay in silence for a moment. It's not awkward or uncomfortable, but you haven't talked all day. "I missed you." You mumble and Sae sighs. He leans down slightly and captures your lips with his before pulling back slightly and muttering "Missed you too." against your lips. He cups your cheeks and strokes your cheek slightly with his thumb, looking oh-so-lovingly into your eyes and you just cant resist leaning in for another kiss.
The kiss was meant to be somewhat innocent; a soft, lingering kiss as an act of affection. But nor you or Sae can pull back once his and your lips lock, tongues eventually meeting. Sae’s hand that isn’t cupping your cheek grips your hip, closing his eyelids as he focuses solely on you.
You can smell Sae’s scent, shampoo and his expensive cologne from the proximity. You also shut your eyes to let your senses get suffocated by him.
Sae feels warmth inside, and after a few moments of making out, also a familiar tingling sensation spreading across his spine, stomach and his whole body. He can already tell blood is rushing south, and a boner is most likely present in his pants. Usually, he would simply fuck you stupid for the love of the game, however he is so tired that all he wants to do is sleep and maybe cuddle.
With a sigh, he pulls back a little and you can see something is wrong when you look at his almost expressionless face. It doesn’t take a genius to go ahead and guess because you can feel his hardened cock press against your leg. “Why so negative?” You ask, tilting your head slightly. it’s sex time soo, why is he looking like that?
Sae debates on ruining the mood and telling you the truth, but due to his blunt nature he settles on the latter without a second thought. “‘m tired.”
Oh, so that’s it. You can see Sae looks tired, but he looks somewhat frustrated as well. So, as the wonderful girlfriend, you take the matter into your own hands.
“Leave it to me, babe.”
Your hands go to the zipper of Sae’s pants, brushing against the tent in his pants. Sae watches your hand curiously, leaning back slightly. You unzip his pants and pull his boxers down, freeing his cock to the air. Sae takes a deep breath as you stroke it a little before licking from the base of his shaft to the tip. His hands grip the sofa, a low hum escaping him. Your moves are slow, teasing him. You smirk just a little and look up at Sae, and he swears he gets harder.
He groans when you take his tip into the warmth of your mouth, tongue teasingly touching it. You offer some sucking to the area and make Sae release pleasurable moans. Your hands sneak down to play with his balls, toying with the sensitiveness. Sae leans his head back and shuts his eyes with a shaky breath, letting himself drown in the pleasure as you take more of his hardness into your mouth and suck on it.
When your tongue swirls around his shaft, one hand toying with his balls and the other stroking the area your mouth isn’t occupied with, Sae accidentally releases a low moan. It’s humiliating for him, but he doesn’t have time to react when you realize he likes it and continue with your tongue. Your mouth is just so wet and warm that he can’t stop another moans from the intense pleasure when you dip your head lower and bottom out. Sae is panting, eyes shut. You start to bob your head up and down, focused on helping him feel euphoric.
And Sae feels exactly like that. The electric tingle, the build up.. He can’t hold back moans and groans, his hands moving to your hair to grip them. You hum and he can feel the vibration in his dick slightly. “Fuck–“ he says under his breath when he feels his heart speed up, breathing getting shallow and rapid. His muscles tense up, muscular thighs tightening around your head as he groans. “I’m so close–“
It feels so, so good for him right now. He parts his eyes just slightly and sees you looking up at him and oh God, he almost cums immediately. Your mouth is full with his cock, trying to pleasure him with the warmth and wetness of your mouth. He can’t help but shut his eyes again, moaning. His pleasure intensifies and before he knows it, his dick releases white, thick liquid out in a couple of spurts into your mouth. There is an amazing sensation in his lower abdomen, and he lets himself relish in the pleasure. Sae finally opens his eyes when his climax is over, still recovering from the heavenly feeling.
He watches as you swallow his semen, letting go of your hair and stroking it gently instead. The thick liquid slides through your throat and you take a breath.
“Thanks.”
“Nice moans.”
“Shut up.”
Oh to be Sae's gf... I'd let him have me in doggy every night
synopsis : sae comes home expecting comfort, only to find his girlfriend avoiding him for reasons he doesn’t understand, forcing him to confront the growing tension between them.
content: 18+, nsfw, plot heavy
word count: 5.3k
note: not proof read but nasty
the video appears randomly on your feed—a new interview that happened just a while ago while sae was attending a celebration as a guest.
a journalist comes up to him with a hot topic, and the question blurs in your ears the moment you heard the journalist ask. "rising athlete itoshi sae, the people are asking: is there or is there not a girl behind the scenes?"
sae doesn't answer instead he just looks at the journalist with a stoic expression on his face, intimidating the writer.
and upon not having any answers, the journalist puts matters into their own hands. "okay, you get it guys? silence means... no!"
wasn't it the other way around?
"you heard it girls and guys, rising athlete itoshi sae is single!"
the reporter had easily twisted sae's actions. the camera swiftly switches to the next public figure adjacent to sae leaving him no choice but to accept the fact that he fucked up.
perhaps his choice to stay quiet in hopes that the reporter second guesses his decision to ask him such a private question was wrong. perhaps, privacy isn't such a big deal in social media today.
sae subtly rolls his eyes before ushering his manager to the mini bar station where the party was offering cocktails, in hopes to relieve his stress.
unfortunately for you, the video online ends where the journalist announces that rising star itoshi sae is single.
your eyebrows furrow, ears hearing a deafening silence when the video goes off. your eye twitches as soon as you open the comment section. thousands of fans commenting as if they're going to secure a spot next to the itoshi sae.
you knew what you were signing up for when you began dating sae. but you never expected that fame would take him from you this fast.
the denial, the non-committal effort to correct the journalist all point out to how sae's slowly getting farther and farther from you. and the fact that he's never home these days doesn't help.
maybe it was wishful thinking that this relationship could last.
or maybe you're just thinking too much into it for your overthinking mind to bear.
you don't know what it is that fills you. is it sorrow or is it your temper slowly seeping out of you? that, you cannot know for sure right now.
nonetheless, you can't bring yourself to scroll down the comments any further. there's a clutch in your chest and it gets tighter with every passing moment that your eyes skim over the fan commentary of the video.
the house is surrounded with white noise as you try to get your mind off of it. you clean, you read, you watch tv. anything that doesn't include holding your phone you did already. because once your fingers are wrapped around your phone, you'd be consumed by the need to check the video again.
that night, sae comes home clad in his black slacks and a plain white tee. seems like he had the time to change outfit before coming home to you.
the front door opens and your heart skips a beat from where you were eating in the dining area. you swallow a lump but you remain composed, acting as though you're not about to give sae the most gut wrenching silent treatment.
there's a thud in the floor, signalling that sae had put his bags down with little to no effort. the shoes in the front door scratch the wooden floor and it's all so loud. all of the sudden, you're hyper conscious of every little sound that emits from every corner of the house.
"i'm home." he calls out from the living area. his steps are light as he traverses the bridge between the living and dining area, looking for you.
he spots you sitting on the dining table munching on a dessert bowl you prepared yourself. sae looks around, searching for signs of food but he sees nothing except your dessert bowl.
he stands at the edge of the dining table, plants his palms on them and peers down at you. "you're not eating proper dinner?" he assumes already and you feel ticked by it.
normally, you'd be used to sae's small sessions of scolding you for not eating your meals properly but this one particular time you're kind of pissed off to hear him scold you.
your eyebrows furrow but you don't speak just yet.
"hey," he calls out again. "answer." there's that stern tone he uses when he's berating you for not taking care of yourself.
but really, this time, he's just annoying you and your perfectly curated dessert bown of nothing but sweet goodness and one speck of fruit.
when he realizes that you don't have any plans on responding, he scoffs out an offended huff. tossing his head to the side to avoid looking at you with an exasperated expression. he licks his lips wet before pushing himself off of the table.
"i've got no energy to deal with this, [name]." he dismisses it altogether easily, and your lips turn downwards into a frown when you hear the door to your shared room slam close loudly.
you don't acknowledge yourself for being petty because you remember the video again.
you bite onto your dessert with gritted teeth, upset with the fact that he dismisses you like that after denying you on public television.
it's not like you two ever agreed to keep this all a secret, so why is he acting like you're some sort of forbidden treasure he's got to keep a secret from the world?
you value your privacy really, but to be denied is another thing. especially when it's inviting wandering eyes into the situation because sae is, without mistake, a public figure. it is wrong to want him to be yours and yours alone only?
you roll your eyes to yourself, slamming the wooden spoon onto the empty bowl before harshly standing up and hearing the seat screech against the tiles. your actions are now reflecting your unquiet insecurity that your overthinking mind brought you.
the harsh slam echoes against the thin walls of the house and it reaches your shared room to where sae is currently in, dressing out of his clothes to wear comfortable ones.
he hisses in the sharpness of it and wonders what's got you in such a mood.
he turns the doorknob with the same intensity, the oak door flying open as he searches for your to ask what's going in but he finds no sign of you.
he furrows his eyebrows in frustration but he hears the sink in the bathroom run in gentle current and his mind settles again, at ease to know you haven't left the house.
he's restless. the fact that you haven't spoken a word to him ever since he came back from work has had him at his wit's ends. and all of the sudden, he's got no courage to open up a random topic to you and yap about his day because your demeanor has intimidated him.
at the end of the day, itoshi sae is still your long term partner who has surrendered his strong front in exchange for intimacy and vulnerability that is exclusive to you and only you.
the evening drives by fast and in the blink of an eye, sae is laid on the bed, staring up to the ceiling with coldness emitting from beside him. your side of the bed is empty, and sae's all so aware of this.
last time he had seen you was when you were busying yourself with your monitor back in the living area. he washed up hoping you'd be ready for bed the moment he's out but no.
he's done with everything and yet, you're still outside the bedroom. indulged in whatever work that's keeping you occupied. with one lamp turned on in a warm setting and the bright light from your monitor, the entire house is shrouded in darkness except in your small work corner where you stay, refusing to speak or acknowledge his presence.
now that he's settled in this oddly spacious bed, his thoughts are rowdy in the quiet calmness of his solitude.
he can't help but think about it. why is his usually bubbly girlfriend refusing to acknowledge his presence? or is he thinking too much into it and you're merely too busy to even bat an eye.
sae's patience wears thin.
the next morning comes around fast. sae closes his eyes and the next when he's opening them, he's met wit the bright light of dawn and an empty space beside him. his alarm goes off a few moment after he wakes up.
seems like the strangely cold ambiance of the room drove him to open his eyes and be met with no source of warmth beside him.
he groans when he realizes that you're really nowhere to be seen in your supposed shared room. the usually warm morning he wakes up is non-existent. he runs a hand through his hair, frustration slowly building up.
but sae's got no idea how to cope. does he willingly commit to whatever you're pulling and just let you be? or does he put in effort to coax out whatever the problem is going on with you that is getting in the way of your relationship?
he's in a slump.
nonetheless, he doesn't act on it immediately. he decides to wait until you break out of your bratty character that refuses to recognize his on going frustration.
he gets ready for the day after checking his packed schedule. he thinks for a moment while buttoning up the shirt he decided to wear.
does he tell you about the schedule and be ignored? or does he stay quiet and play along with whatever's wrong with you and let his frustration build even further?
sae's dilemma continues.
up until he's munching on a piece of bread he toasted himself because you're too occupied with your work for the day to even bat him an eye and offer that you cook up something quick so that he doesn't tire himself throughout the day for not eating the most important meal of the day.
he's getting tired.
he watches you by the kitchen island. leaning against the marble furniture, lips wet with water that he drank, eyes studying as you squirm in your reclining chair, looming over the data on your monitor.
he becomes all hyperconscious of what your wearing and how you're perched up on the recliner chair that he bought you. a thin oversized shirt draped over your figure with nothing underneath it. the shirt settles gently just beneath the flesh of thighs and he gets a peek when you place your legs onto the chair.
he looks away immediately. throat closing in and his jaw tightening. he tosses the glass onto the sink, running water over it as he leans lazily against it. his lips are pursed together tightly.
he leaves the kitchen, goes around towards the living room, grabs a coat from the rack and hangs it over one shoulder.
"i'm going to work." he calls out while putting on his shoes. "be back before dinner." he reminds but you don't listen.
he waits by the doorway for a while, an irk mark appearing on his forehead when he realizes that you’re not paying any attention to him again.
you stay focused on your work. or at least, you tried to.
you heave out a sigh when an unfamiliar data comes across your screen. you lean back and the chair reclines, you cross your arms over your chest and you think about how to manage this.
the house is suddenly quiet. you wonder if sae’s gone to work. so you look around. slowly turning your chair to see if everything’s safe. but that’s where it goes downhill.
when you turn around, you’re met with sae standing in front of you and your eyes meet for the first time since last night. he looks down on you as if you’ve wronged him, and for a fraction of second, you feel so small. the way he towers over you is intimidating, not to mention the way his one hand is settled on his hip.
he’s mad, and it’s evident in his gaze.
you bite back your shame, trying to recover by turning back around but that just made everything even worse.
one hand firmly lands on your chair’s arm rest and you’re quick to be rotated back to face him. this time, sae’s leaning down. crouching down to stare at you at an eye’s level.
your eyes meet his immediately. but it doesn’t take you long to regain composure and you remember what he’s done so your head turns to the side at light speed, avoiding his gaze altogether.
sae rolls his eyes at your pathetic move to avoid his gaze.
his free hand moves and the next thing you realize is him holding you by your chin, forcing you look back at him. his grip is harsh, the frustration he’s feeling is evident with the way that it’s undeniably firm.
you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a bratty look. he scoffs at this. but that’s all he does before going in for a rough kiss.
he’s moulding his lips with yours, inserting his tongue in between when he notices your lips are slightly agape from surprise. your eyes are wide while his are staring back at you with nothing but rage. but the way that you’re not doing a lot to fight against his kiss tells him that you’ve been waiting for this too.
so instead of pulling away to give you time to breathe, he pulls you in even further. you almost choke with the way that he’s kissing you with so much heat. it makes you look pathetic but he knows you so well that he’s got a kiss memorized to the way that it makes you moan out in satisfaction.
when he hears you, he immediately pulls away. and you’re left with swollen lips when he pushes you against the chair’s back. your eyebrows furrow and he knows that he left you unsatisfied when he pulled away so suddenly when you’ve just begun enjoying it.
“don’t know what’s gotten you so upset but don’t go depriving me of my kisses, yeah?”
he says that and he leaves for work.
you roll your eyes when he waves a mocking goodbye before leaving.
the door shuts close and you’re left alone with the deafening silence of the house. whatever you’re doing it frustrating not only him, but you too.
and you only realize it when your lower extremities starts pulsating with the way that he kissed you just now. and to edge you with an unfinished make out session? you start questioning if this is still worth the act.
you recline your chair to the maximum, groaning with the way your body is tingling with the unsatisfied feeling of having your desires unmet with the man that you love. there’s a frown on your lips and an on going heat forming underneath your panties.
the hand on your face slowly makes its way to your neck and you hear yourself breathing heavily when everything else is so silent. your monitor hums softly and your chest heaves up and down in a slow tempo.
your fingers begin to tease your buds. you bite down onto your lips when one finger begins to rub your nipple. your eyes close as you begin fondling your breast, and the need to have sae’s tongue circling your nipple grows stronger with every rub you do to yourself.
you’re torturing yourself. and it gets even more painful when your free hand starts to trace down your hips and to your clothes pussy. your panties are soaked and your finger starts to circle on the wet patch.
your shame is non-existent when you put your panties to the side to have your slender fingers make contact with the wet result of your sexual frustration.
your lips are agape when you let your fingers rub against the entrance of your soaking pussy. the friction feels insane to you, and it leaves you wanting more. you speed up and you feel a tight knot forming in your lower stomach. but it’s not enough.
your nails graze the insides of your sensitiveness. and it feels surreal. it doesn’t take long before your impatience gets the best of you and you begin pumping your two digits in and out. there’s a wet sound resonating through the living room and you can’t hear anything else except it—not even your muffled moans because you have your lips in between your teeth.
you can’t help but echo out sae’s name when your fingers are speeding up. but it’s nowhere near the speed and the length of sae’s fingers. it doesn’t quite reach the good spot that leaves you empty in the head.
so when you come, it feels unfinished. your hands are soaked with your cum and everything else.
it’s nasty. the view of you with your fingers tucked inside your pussy and the other hand fondling your breast. your lips agape, saliva dripping down on one corner.
oh what would sae say.
the front door clicks open and there’s shuffling. you swallow a lump, turning a page of your book, trying to act all nonchalant with your boyfriend’s arrival from work at a rather early time.
you want to ask him why’s home so early but you can’t bring yourself to speak with him without thinking about how he has denied you on national television.
“i’m back.” he calls out and expects a reply but still nothing so he huffs out when he realizes you’re still on this silent treatment game that is making him look desperate and pathetic.
sae enters the living area and sees you by the couch, occupied with a book. you wore an oversized shirt and very short shorts underneath that if not seen in view, one would mistake you as half-naked.
he places his bag on the table. “what have you been up to all day?” he asks, attempting small talk. “reading books?”
but nothing.
and there’s no more of sae’s patience.
“alright,” he starts. voice dropping an octave. “why are you so upset? you don’t even speak to me anymore.” he calls out and your heart skips a beat, realizing that he’s talking about it.
but he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t know why you’re so upset and somehow, that made you even more upset.
you don’t answer again. “hey.” he perks his head up. “i’m talking to you?” his voice is sarcastic now, offended with the way that you’re really committed to this silent treatment shit.
there’s a moment of silence before your book suddenly leaves your hand. he slams the book onto the glass table and his bag tumbles down. alarmed with the way he’s acting, you push yourself back against the couch but he doesn’t let you.
he catches your ankle and pulls you back in. he puts his arm beneath your knee and the other on your back, he hoists you off the couch with almost zero effort and you’re left limply trying to get off of him but his tight hold against you made it hard.
he stomps across the living room and he reaches the front door of your shared room. he kicks it open with one foot and pushes it forward.
upset, he tosses you onto the bed and you bounce against the mattress. you immediately crawl back until your back it against the bed rest but again he doesn’t let you. he pulls you back onto the edge and your legs are on either side of his hips now.
“still not gonna tell me?”
he stares down at you as if to make you feel dumb. you feel small under him, and it doesn’t help when he puts a hand beside you and he leans in making you fall flat on your back. the distance slowly disappears and the next second he’s talking directly to your face.
his breath fans your nose, “what’s up?” he raises an eyebrow, licks his lips and you catch the way his eyes travel down to your reddened cheeks and lips.
there’s a slow silence in between now when sae falls silent. he’s gazing down to every inch of whatever is in front of his view—the entirety of your beautiful face and your perked up nipples beneath the thin oversized shirt you’re wearing.
you grows equally frustrated. “come on, baby.” he whimpers and the desperation is obvious with the way he’s trailing his words.
his head hangs low and you can’t see his expression anymore. next thing you know is he’s leaning down onto your neck. his hand searching for yours before he bites down onto the flesh of your skin. it’s harsh and his teeth dig into your skin, desperate that he marks you.
you wince and your eyes close in pleasure. there’s now a red mark on your neck and he licks over it to ease the pain that he has inflicted on you. he apologizes lowly before moving to the other side and kiss the upper part of your neck just below your jaw.
you crane your neck to the side unconsciously, giving him more space to kiss all over your vulnerable neck. his tongue traces down a trail of saliva and he bites down on the flesh part of your neck again. he sucks against it, lapping on it and when he releases, there’s a bruise.
“tell me.” the hums out, his throat vibrating against your skin and he continues to mark you. he goes down to your collarbone, biting down to every fleshy part he comes across. not even minding if it can’t be covered.
you shake your head. squirming under him, “can’t tell you—ah,” you huff out a breathy moan when his hand invades you beneath your shirt. he wastes no time and starts fondling your breast. “you gotta…” you breathe out, “remember what you did.”
he rolls his eyes before he uses one hand to push the shirt over your head. you let him do so, giving him a nonverbal permission. you’re sprawled out on the bed with your upper body in the view for him to adore and mark.
his lips tug upward and he’s never been this turned on. your chest heaving up and down in a slow pace. but it’s deep—the way you’re looking right into his eyes. as if you’re desperate for him.
how are you able to make his dick ache with so much pain by just laying down beneath him? it’s honestly magic to him. how he’s still so down bad for you even after you’ve made him so sexually, physically, and emotionally frustrated.
“say it.” he nods to you.
but you don’t reply immediately, instead you shake your waist sensually against him. arching your hips just a tad bit so that your wetness comes in contact with his bricked up dick.
he rolls his eyes back and he doesn’t care one bit if he looks so pathetic in front of you right now. because he needs you so bad, and it doesn’t help his situation that you’re actively seducing him to do rough sex just so that you’ll admit whatever is on your mind.
he lowers himself down onto your perked up bud, lapping onto it and he stares up at you when he does so. you make eye-contact and you melt. your back arches, inviting him to bite against your nipple to get a reaction.
and he gets what he wants.
“ah, fuck. sae—” you moan out his name when both of your breasts are so full of his attention. one receiving mouth game from him and the other is being loved by the slenderness of his fingers.
but he’s not convinced at all. he licks your stomach while he tugs your shorts off. you bite your lips as you look down to see him kissing the space between your navel and pussy. the distance between the two drives you crazy because you just want him inside of you and nothing else.
he watches as you squirm when his lips make in contact with your bare inner thigh.
“stop teasing for fuck’s sake.” you curse out, feet pushing him away but he catches your ankles and uses it as leverage to push your thighs open. you wince when the pain hits your bones.
“oh yeah?” he hums out before finally placing his wet lips onto your equally wet pussy.
he begins to expertly circle around your sensitive bud. two of his hands settle firmly on your thighs, trying to keep them open when you’re trying to close them to avoid overstimulation. he closes his eyes, focused in the way that his saliva is mixing with your fluids. his lips feel sticky but that’s the way that he likes it.
how can he not like it when you’re slowly unfolding before him? when the way that his tongue is exploring the inside of you is the reason for your eager moaning?
you cry out his name when you unravel. “fuck you, sae.” you curse him out when your thighs tremble and your body shivers with the gravity of the pleasure that’s taking over you.
he stares back at you with a smirk. proud of what he has done. he looms over with the way that your body is unravelling and your pussy leaks out your white goodness.
he stands in front of you and he cups your pussy with one hand, pushing in his middle finger just when your cum stops spilling out. he begins to pump it in and out and your eyes widen.
“w—wait, i’m still—”
you call out but you stutter when he adds his ring finger in. he raises an eyebrow, ushering you to continue but his speed and length makes it hard to speak and organize your thoughts again. he mocks you by adding another finger in and his speed accelerates. he holds your thigh down when you begin trembling, fingers hitting that one spot and it doesn’t take you long to spill out again.
sae retracts his fingers when your thighs close from the wave of pleasure washing over you. he shakes off the wetness on his hands and he unbuckles his pants with one hand. pulling out his belt and tosses it onto the floor before letting his pants pool on the floor.
your whining out your overstimulation when you see sae stroking his dick in front of you. a tear falls out of your eyes and it trickles down your cheek. it doesn’t go unnoticed by sae, so when he leans down, the tip of his dick touches your entrance. he crawls over you, wipes the tear away and kisses your cheek before slowly sliding into you.
you moan out his name when his dick fills you to the hilt. his size and girth overfilling every corner of you tight pussy. he groans when he feels suffocated inside you.
“fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” he moans out, stroking the bump on your stomach, asking that you loosen up before he cums inside youwithout even starting.
you do as you’re told and you calm yourself down but the fact that he’s so big doesn’t help. your lips trembles and your eyes water again. when sae’s busy adjusting to your tightness, you’re crying beneath him. your arms over your eyes, whimpering out your sobs.
“you said—” you choke out and sae shoot up to look at you immediately when he hears how your voice is incomplete and you’re sobbing out your words. you sniffle, “on national television that you don’t have a girlfriend.”
you finally reveal it when your tears swallow your face. every inch of your cheeks wet with your tears. you’re crying and it’s because of him—from both angst and overstimulation.
sae listens, and your pussy loosens around him when you finally let your feelings out.
“mhm.” he hums out, acknowledging that you continue with your rant. he props his hand flat on the matress and begins to move inside you. he thrusts gently at first when he waits for you to continue.
you whimper, “why would you, ah, d—deny me?” you croak, now crying out without restrictions.
when sae hears your words, his pace fastens and his thrusts go harsher. he copes with the idea of his wrongdoings by firmly holding onto one side of your waist and heatedly smashing both of your bodies together with every thrust that he initiates.
“yeah?” he groans out, a moan exiting when pleasure begins building up inside him too. you feel so good around him right now and that fact that you’re crying over him turns him even more and he’s motivated with the fact that he needs to do some serious making up because he has made his pretty girl upset.
he lets go of your hips and he circles his thumb around your clit. he positions one of your legs over his shoulder and he thrusts even deeper. your moaning out every echoing slap of your skin together, a choked moan for every thrust that he does.
he leans over you, kisses your lips and you catch him with ease. he leans back and kisses away your tears. “i’m sorry.” an apology from him and you’re back to moaning out his name.
“fuck your apologies.” you curse out, almost spitting on him and he understands your frustration. he lets you curse him but with the way you’re actively moaning with every thrust assures him that you don’t mean a thing.
he pushes in harshly, shoots his load deep inside you as you do the same by spilling out around his cock. he groans, tilts his head back.
“oh fuck [name], you feel so fucking good.” he curses underneath his breath and he lays flat on you. he breathes out muffled words, “what should i do to make you feel better about it, hm?”
when he’s vulnerable, you turn both of you around so that he’d be the one laying down and you’re on top straddling him. he looks up at you in disbelief and he only scoffs.
“let me ride you while you beg for my forgiveness.” he begin to move yourself back and forth on his cock and it feels sticky with the cum residue that sticks on your skin. but the sensation isn’t bothering you and sae’s dick is pulsating inside of you.
you place both of your hands onto his chest before you begin to bounce. sae is amused. with the way that you’re jumping on his cock, your boobs bouncing with every ride and your lips agape, unable to conceal the sexiness of your frustration.
he finds you beautiful even like this. naked on top of him, ready to challenge his dominance. eyes staring blankly down at him, asking that he say sorry for what he’s done.
he rests his hands on your hips, circling his thumb around your skin before he thrusts his hips up and you’re recoiling with the way that he does it so suddenly. his speed takes over you and you’re now lowering yourself onto him.
“oh, fuck—” you mewl out lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and it’s honestly music to his ears.
“would you take it as an apology if i married you, so we could announce it to the whole world?”
@/bluelock_news: athlete ITOSHI SAE announces marriage to non-showbiz, long-term girlfriend!
[one pic attached: itoshi sae’s bare back in the view with a girl wrapped around his arms. a glint of a diamond ring can be seen.]
rin itoshi had always been there with you. childhood afternoons, shared routines, the same streets, the same conversations.
he was your best friend.
your ride or die, your one call away, he was basically your everything. and rin was fine with that. he had to be.
loving you wasn’t something he chose one day. it just happened somewhere between growing up side by side, and he knew better than to ruin it.
he wasn’t stupid. he saw the way you looked at other people. the way your voice changed, softer, lighter. it was never like that with him. with him, you were comfortable. and comfort isn’t exactly love.
“rinnie, look at this,” you said one afternoon, shoving your phone in his face.
he barely glanced at it. “what is it?”
“just look!”
he sighed but took it anyway. it was a picture, some guy. nothing special, at least to him.
“okay?” he handed it back.
you rolled your eyes. “he’s cute.”
“if you say so.”
“cmon rin. don’t you think he’d be a great husband?” you huffed.
“you shouldn’t judge that based on looks.”
“whatever!” you look away, “you never care about my boy crushes anyway,”
“i do care,” he muttered. “just not about random guys.”
you nudged him. “uhuh. hater’s talking.”
he didn’t respond. because if he did, it just wouldn’t come out right.
it didn’t mean anything at first, you talking about someone new. it happened before, small crushes that came and went. rin learned how to listen without reacting too much. he learned how to nod at the right times and keeping his voice neutral.
“i think i like him,” you admitted one evening, sitting beside him like always. rin felt that shift. your vulnerability in admitting something you seemed to be sure of.
“then go for it,” he said.
you turned to him, searching his face. “really?”
he shrugged. “why not?”
“you don’t usually agree with my choice of men.” you giggle lightly, “—actually. i don’t know why i was worried, you’re my best friend.”
he doesn’t reply and only looks at you. you smiled, and he hated how much that smile wasn’t for him.
you started seeing the other guy more after that. texting more, going out more. rin noticed everything.
the way you checked your phone more often, or how you easily get distracted mid conversation, or how the attention you always gave him is now something he has to fight for. it wasn’t sudden, it was gradual. but it was happening, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“we’re dating.” the words came out so casually, like they didn’t physically hurt him.
rin blinked. “oh.”
you laughed a little. “that’s it?”
“what do you want me to say?”
“i don’t know, something supportive?”
he looked at you, then looked away. “i told you to go for it.”
“yeah, but still…” you nudged him again, the same way you always did. “you’re happy for me, right?”
“yeah.”
and you smiled again. this time, he couldn’t even look at it.
it changed things. you tried to act like it didn’t, but it did. you had less time, more boundaries. you still talked, still saw each other. but it wasn’t the same anymore. you’d cut conversations short because your boyfriend was calling. you’d cancel plans last minute because something came up.
“i’m so sorry rin!” you continue, “you understand, right?”
rin always nodded, always agreed. because what else was he supposed to do?
he met your boyfriend once. it wasn’t planned, it was an accident, a coincidence.
“rin, this is—”
“i know,” he cut in.
the guy reached out his hand, rin stared at it for a second before looking away, refusing to shake his hand.
the guy nervously takes back his hand, “i’ve heard a lot about you, rin.”
rin almost laughed. “yeah?”
“yeah. you guys are really close.”
“something like that,” he muttered.
the guy smiled, easygoing unlike him. “good. i’m glad she has someone like you.”
rin didn’t answer, because he didn’t trust himself to. when he glanced at you, you looked happy. happier than he’s ever made you.
after that, he started pulling back. not obvious, but small things. replying slower, meeting up less, and keeping conversations shorter.
he told himself it was better this way, for you and for him. because staying the same would only make things harder. and he was already losing ground.
“rinnie, are you mad at me?” you asked it one night, using that nickname you used to call him ever since you two met.
he frowned slightly. “why would i be?”
“you’ve just been...” you sigh, before continuing, “distant? i suppose.” you were worried, about him. not about losing him, but in general.
“i’m not,” he said.
you didn’t look convinced. “then what is it?”
he hesitated. this was it, wasn’t it? the moment where he could say something and be honest. but then what? you’d look at him differently, and things would get awkward. maybe he’d lose you for real this time.
“nothing.”
you searched his face, hoping for an honest answer. “you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
he forced a small nod. "yes, i would."
“good.”
and just like that, the moment had passed. rin lost his chance, and he doesn’t regret it.
he walked you home that night. it used to feel comfortable, but now it’s heavy.
when you reached your gate, you turned to him. “thanks for walking me so late at night” you smile a little, “my boyfriend was starting to worry.”
“yeah.”
you lingered for a second. “you’ll text me when you get home?”
he nodded.
you smiled, softer this time. “goodnight, rin.”
“night.”
you went inside without looking back and rin stood there a little longer.
but this time, it felt different, because he knew that no matter how much he stayed, how much he cared, how much he loved you—you were never going to choose him.
in which you break yourself down because isn't love all about compromise?
itoshi sae x reader | angst | wc 1.1k
how soul-crushing is it when someone rejects you for the very reasons they fell in love with you?
you remember when he liked that you always said what was on your mind. he enjoyed listening to you ramble about everything and nothing at the same time. marveled at how you can never seem to stop talking. unfiltered—vulnerable.
now, it’s unnecessary noise. distracting. too loud.
you remember when he liked that you went to him for help. when you were angry. when you were sad. he relished in knowing that you trusted him—that you sought his support and reassurance.
now, it’s a weak mindset. needy. too codependent.
you remember when he loved that you called just to hear his voice. asked for pictures throughout the day. begged him to stay for just five more minutes. said i love you more times than you’ve ever said his name.
now, you’re just clingy.
so you changed. because isn’t love all about accommodation? about compromise?
you stopped being too loud. you tried not relying on him so much. you bit your tongue when you could taste your needless venting and complaints over small inconveniences come out. you held back from keeping him on the phone the second his attention was caught by something else.
you thought sae was just being sae. he’s blunt. straight to the point. never one to sugar-coat his words. just stating his needs in a relationship.
maybe he thought you were loud but not annoying, right? not annoying like he called everyone else, right?
perhaps you were codependent on him. he's not wrong. you can’t be too needy. wouldn’t that lead to more troubles down the road in a relationship?
all couples go through their own issues. these are just a few of them.
right?
you stare in the mirror, and empty eyes stare back. you note how hunched your shoulders are, note how that frown seems permanently etched onto your face now, note how your jaw is achingly tense from how often you’ve forced yourself to keep it shut.
what a pitiful sight.
in the reflection, you see sae come up from behind you, gently placing two palms on your shoulders.
he massages them, kneading through the knots and you find an emotion swelling inside of you that you’ve never felt towards him before.
resentment.
when was the last time he touched you like this? as if he didn’t mind how weak you are?
when was the last time he drew you in close? like he did now? as if he finally noticed how lifeless you feel?
when was the last time you felt like he cared?
“you seem different these days,” he says quietly. not a question. but a statement.
“do i?” you ask him. or yourself. you don’t really know.
he nods his head, placing his chin onto the crown of your head, wrapping his arms around your frame.
you used to love when he did this. but now, it feels different. you sink into his hold as if you’ll get the same feeling from back then. but you hate how you can’t discern if his embrace is protective or suffocating.
squirming at the thought, you turn in his arms, meeting his eyes. his teal eyes that once seemed like an ocean filled with endless possibilities. but now you feel like you’re drowning—the water pulling you apart violently.
he stares at you, motionless. then opens his mouth to speak, a tinge of regret laced in his words,
“sorry. i have to go soon, they scheduled a—”
“it’s okay,” you interrupt him, already knowing where this is going. “i was just about to leave.”
you give him a tired smile, faltering when you see his gaze harden.
“it’s okay?”
“yes.”
“you can stay here until i’m back. if you want.”
if you want.
“i should head home before it gets too late.”
“we didn’t really get to talk much today, did we?”
no, we didn’t.
you try to chuckle lightheartedly.
“i don’t have much going on. and you were busy preparing for the upcoming match.”
“right,” he says curtly. though there’s an odd tone in his voice.
his arms tighten around you. and you only grab onto the front of his shirt weakly.
“what’s on your mind? tell me.”
you straighten your spine.
i feel like i hold you back. i feel like i’m an annoyance. i feel like i’m no longer wanted in your life. that i add no value to it.
but none of that comes out. all of these pent up emotions swirl inside of you—like a storm. building up with each wave. building up with each rip of the wind.
and abruptly, you find yourself asking, “sae, do you love me?”
it’s quiet for a moment as he stares at you.
you’re scared of his answer. you’re scared of the frown on his face. you’re scared of the way his eyebrows pinch down in what seems to be frustration.
is he frustrated with you?
you hate yourself for having become so frail. so affected and dependent on his simple words and actions.
“of course i do. shouldn’t that be obvious?”
your breath hitches.
is it obvious?
his voice rings in your ears.
“i’ve heard you say this a million times now. i know you can solve your own problems. you don’t need to tell them to me every single time. i’m busy, you know?”
“i stayed over last time already. it’s not like we’re doing anything other than sleeping, right? i have an early morning tomorrow.”
“i’m barely on my phone as is. texting you randomly takes me out of my focus.”
you purse your lips, staring back at him.
what happened to “i like hearing the sound of your voice”? what happened to “your presence is more than enough”? what happened to “it brightens my day when i see your name pop up on my phone”?
you don’t notice the way sae watches your expression crumple, how his hold on you becomes exponentially tight—desperate.
he knows he’s been stressed lately, playing for a new team and all. he knows he’s been a bit more harsh with his words, more blunt—more curt. he knows he’s been distant with you—pushing you away because you distract him. he thought it was needed. after all, you make him want to drop everything just to be with you.
but he didn’t think that would translate into you questioning his love.
he’s always been calculative. confident. sure of himself.
but in this moment where you shake your head and avert your gaze down, he’s never felt so helpless before. so inherently disappointed with himself.
“i love you,” he hears his voice say. and he’s surprised at how foreign it feels on his tongue.
when was the last time he said those words to you?
and how come you won’t meet his eyes?
at your silence, he feels the pit in his stomach sink further and further. his heartbeat crawling out of his throat.
sae repeats himself, “i love you.” this time, it comes out a bit more familiar. a bit more exasperated. a bit more anguished than he’d like to admit.
sukuna knows women. he knows how to please them. how to make them moan, whine, cry. but knowing how to please a woman doesn’t mean he knows women. aka a woman’s cycle. in simple terms, sukuna has mainly grown up with men, his gramps, his brothers, toji — all he knows is a girl has a period, but he has never bothered to stay with a girl long enough to actually address her period.
well until his fuck buddy, you, open your door for him.
his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you towards his chest, lips locking with yours in moments. “Mmm,” he groans, tongue pushing past your lips, just to feel you press a hand to his chest. your lips break, air filling his lungs in disdain, eyes narrowing at you for pushing him away.
“you didn’t text me, dude,” you say, letting him pull away to drop his backbag on the floor, plastic bag in hand as he kicks his shoes off.
“got outta the gym late. lost track of time,” he walks two steps to the kitchen pulling out two energy drinks, a protein drink, and a couple protein bars. “fuck,” he cups his crotch, palming himself through his low hanging sweats. he opens his shake. “accidentally swiped on that video ya’ sent me from the summer. I watched the whole thing between my sets.” his hand tips back, throat bopping as he chugs the shake, eyes closing as he sees the video play back in his mind, hand still on his bulge.
you’re leaning against the column between your smaller than small living room and kitchen, eyeing the way he’s shamelessly groping himself in front of you, men. you sigh, internally.
“hey,” he suddenly appears in front of you, towering. his musky scent fills your nose as he cups your neck, the other resting on your hip. he slowly lowers himself, tilting your chin up with a thumb as his lips connect with yours again. “haah,” he sighs, kissing your lips like it’s his saving grace, his sweats hang low on his hips as he presses himself against you. “remember that video?” he husks, “the one with ya’ spreading your legs out for the camera—“
you gently press a hand to his chest again, cheeks flushed, but stomach churning uncomfortably. “ryo—“
“wanna see this pussy,” he doesn’t even hesitate, he drops his head to your neck, kissing the exposed skin before dropping to a knee, hands on your hips. “wanna smell how good she is—“
“ryo,” you press a hand to his forehead, face aflame, as you push him back. your heart hammers as he frowns up at you, jaw tight and hands tightening around your waist. “I got my period yesterday.”
….
a silent beat passes.
then.
FUCK!
sukuna is horrible at controlling his face.
you immediately notice his dilated pupils dissipate, and the excitement die behind his eyes. your lips purse, making a my bad king type of face. but sukuna looks absolutely destroyed, his head drops forward, desperately trying to control his eye roll, but you catch it , along with the way he presses his face into your stomach, and groans. loud. uncontrolled.
“sorry…I forgot to text you, and you came all the way here,” you pat his shoulder apologetically, though you’re not super sympathetic since it’s not your fault.
“ya’ have cramps or some shit?” he grumbles against your sleep shirt.
“had crazy cramps this morning, but just like…not in the mood right now,” you cringe while saying it, but sukuna just sighs.
you bite your cheek as you watch him sit back on his heels. his black sweats straining against his thighs, his bulge shameless as it presses up against the material. your eyes flick over him again, wetting your lip as you reach for his hair. hesitant. but eventually…your manicured nails run through the slightly damp, salmon colored hair. you watch in silent awe as his lashes weigh down, and his jaw tightens like he’s holding himself back. your nails scratch his scalp, lightly, but enough to elect a raw groan from the back of his throat.
you bite your lip, eyeing the dark flush crawling up his neck, and dusting his cheeks a light pink. his large palm rests on your outer thigh and the other flexing as it grips his erection. how far will he—
“not cumming in my fucking sweats,” he suddenly barks, getting to his feet. your hand drops as he walks towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, he kicks the door shut behind him.
your lips purse again, biting your cheek as you hear the shower turn on. men.
that was how sukuna dealt with his fuck buddy being on her period. somehow always finding out last minute that you’re bleeding, and in no mood for action — except for those very rare occasions, well he can’t divulge too much now since you never want him to mention it again — and he’s forced to take care of his problem in your shower. his rough calloused palm — a contrast from your soft smaller ones — jerks his painfully hard throbbing cock to the images of you floating in his mind until he’s finally shooting his thick white load all over your shower wall. haze clearing up as he watches the cum slide down. and then he’ll step out of the bathroom, usually wearing a pair of sweats he’d forgotten here, along with a plain black tee, and crash on the couch as you do your homework. he’ll eye you a bit, but eventually shift his attention to the tv and knockout.
it would be difficult for those five to seven days, especially when you would be slightly more clipped with him, or just plain bitchy and short tempered (like him). but it’d get him all hot and bothered, especially since he can’t act on it.
that was sukuna’s perception of a woman’s cycle. before he never cared, now he cares just a little more because he can’t have sex with you when you’re on your period.
but as smart as sukuna is, it takes a little more brain power for him to realize what this is.
this being, how he’s wound up because he’s trying to get through this studying for an upcoming exam. he’s far from prepared for and the best way for him to study is to be around someone who takes it seriously— you. and yet…
you won’t stop moving!
at first you were sitting across from him in the library. then you shift to the seat at corner of the table, and then you move to sit directly beside him.
“you need help?” he suddenly cuts. you’re shifting beside him stops, brows pulled in confusion.
“was just uncomfortable, am i disturbing you?”
his brow twitches, but you were completely innocent. your brow pulled up, like he’s the crazy one, and not you, who’s moved around like ten times in the last hour!!
“just a little,” he mutters, putting his headphones back on and turning back to his work. luckily, you seem to have settled down, attention back on your own studies. engrossed in your review sheets and notes, as sukuna reviews for his own exam.
however, what the fratboy did notice was even when shoko stopped bye to chat, and utahime came to whisper some gossip to you between her class, you didn’t move once. his brow quirked briefly when utahime chatted across the table, and instead of getting up and going to the hallway to talk freely, you remain seated, right beside him, and right against him.
what’s going on?
“I swear I told the girl I didn’t even know who she was talking about it—but she didn’t even care. girl! I wasn’t talking to your ex,” utahime rambles in hushed whispers, similar to the whispered conversations at other tables.
your brows furrow in shock, “what the hell?? why the heck is she even confronting you in the middle of class though? that’s so weird.”
“that’s what I’m sayinggg!!!”
sukuna has every reason to snap at you both right now. to tell you two to shut the fuck up or go outside. seriously, it was distracting as fuck. but his mind was short circuiting and stumbling around all because of how fucking close you are to him.
his arms are leaning over the table, biceps bulging from his tshirt, scribbling practice equations and notes. and you’re leaning over in an identical position, but your side is fully pressed against his arm. your zip up hoodie resting around your hips after you’d shrugged it off, and your usual cold skin was searing hot against his. skin to skin. and it’s been like that for the past twenty minutes.
usually when your friends stop by to ramble, you have the courtesy to step away so he can study. but not this time— well you did a similar thing a month ago too. sticking to him like glue. brushing your fingers over the veins of his forearm—
“okay, I’ll update you later, but thanks for letting me borrow your airpods!” utahime concludes her rant with finally returning your airpods and running off to her next class. sukuna lets out an air of relief, relaxing beside you.
finally, some peace and quiet in the library.
…shift…
well, it could only last so long.
his brows furrow as he glances over at you, your cheek is now resting on his arm, mindlessly reading your notes like this is normal. is it because he’s finally anxious about an exam after so long, that he’s noticing how touchy you’re being? or maybe you’re not in the mood to do your work and in the mood for something else—
tch, he doesn’t have time to find some room to fuck you in though. it’s the middle of the day and the library is packed. the last thing you’d want is for someone to see you both. however, he can’t even tell if you want any action right now. it just looks like you’re tired…and clingy…?
sukuna exhales, thumb pressing against his jaw in thought, while you shift again, oblivious to his internal turmoil, cheek smushed against his arm…
“you hungry?” he interrupts, desperate for his mind to quiet down.
“not really,” you mutter, focused on your homework.
his lips downturn, pen tapping the desk, “I’m gonna grab another celsius.” he suddenly stands, startling you for a moment, noticing the way your pretty lashes blink in surprise. you’re definitely just focused on school…but last month you were acting the same-ish…if he’s right, then when he comes back…you’ll…
he places a celsius in front of you, eyes flicking over you as he sips his drink. you hum in distracted appreciation, like you can’t even see him sliding back into his seat, legs spread, and arms coming up back to the table to grab his pen. but like glue, you’re sliding yourself right beside him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, and taking a subtle inhale.
what the hell?!? it’s like he can predict you’re every move now?!
it doesn’t stop there. the puzzle pieces are starting to come together slowly. especially when you subtly kept a grip on his arm muttering how he can finish studying at your place, without the distraction of the frat—which you rarely pressure him to do a night before an exam. except instead of going straight to the bathroom to shower, you followed him to your couch and sat beside him.
“do you mind if I turn on the tv?” you ask with such an unnerving amount of gentleness, glancing at him with your full undivided attention.
his brow quirks, why’re you looking at him like that? “it’s your place, woman.”
you hum, relaxing back, albeit pressed to his side and your knees tucked up, as he leans over on the coffee table (aka your only desk in your small ass apartment) reviewing more work. but just moments later he’s sliding to the floor for more comfortability—
“why’d you move?” your voice cuts through the quiet apartment.
“huh?”
sukuna glances back, brow quirked with confusion at the frown you’re wearing. “leaning over is fucking with my back,” he tsks, earning him an uncharacteristically quick attitude switch from you — your eyes roll, your entire body slumps further back on the couch that you’re basically laying across it, and your cute bottom lip juts out in an irritated, subtle pout. seriously? sukuna scoffs internally. you’re acting like such a brat??? for real this time.
your cheeks press against the cushion. your hypnotizing eyes flick between his, then eventually settle on his lips. they’re slightly chapped, pink…pretty…kissable…
“ya need something?” he snaps without any bite. you’re zoning out again. your eyes drift off, and your lips part lost in thought. “zoning out—“ are the words you hear before you feel an aggressive (light in his mind) flick to your forehead. “again!”
“ow!” you groan loud, face quickly turning and pressing into the cushion in annoyance. “what the hell!” your muffled yell barely comes out.
“what the hell me?” he tsks, rough hand landing on your head, and turning your face back for air. “I was talking and you did that shit again—“
“what thing?!” you scoff, brows pinched in anger as you stare into his eyes….his deep…dark…lidded…crimson eyes…..haah—
“that,” he exhales, hand softening on your temple, and irritation slipping away with your usual antics. “how do you even zone out that fast?”
your glossy lips part, manicured nail brushing your bottom lip, heat pooling between your legs, and eyes half lidded… “was thinking about your eyes.”
the softness of your tone was more shocking than the actual words that came out of your mouth. or it’s the combination of both. or the bluntness of your gentle honey sweet voice that took sukuna by surprise…
but he blinked.
“first it was your lips,” you whisper with a breathless sigh. your finger carefully reaching out and touching his lips. you mimic the way he parts his lips with your own. his thick brows creating a shadow over his lidded eyes. “then your eyes.” you explain with such clarity, it had sukuna short circuiting as he tries to rationalize why you’re acting this way—
“that’s why i zoned out,” you conclude, shifting closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him. your eyes dot up at him, brushing his bottom lip, pulling it down with a thumb. “you distract me sometimes.” you’re tired…it was a long day of classes and it was the middle of the week. that has to be the reason, sukuna thinks.
by now, he knows that look.
you wanna fuck.
“Mmm,” you whine the moment he presses his lips to yours. your tongue immediately finding his as your nails course through his hair. tugging. “make me cum, ryo.”
he snorts in your mouth, rough hand pushing your shirt up, thumbing your bra before hooking his thumb under and lifting up. “should’ve just told me ya want your pussy wet—“
“it’s already wet,” you cut, “been wet all day.”
shiit, he groans into your lips, pushing his hand down, past your waistband. “fucking slut.” a breathy gasp slips out as he cups your wet sticky pussy. “fucking drenched, dirty brat.” his teeth sink into your bottom lip as you whine louder, unaware how sukuna’s neck is unbelievably red. why do you taste sweeter?
“Mmm lift your hips up,” he husks. you don’t get the chance to react when he’s suddenly yanking your pants and drenched panties off. “spread ‘em.”
your tongue pokes your bottom lip, opening your legs for your fuck buddy. his huge palms press against your thighs, grabbing fistfuls and licking his bottom lip as your sticky pussy comes into view. his pupils dilate as he watches your hole twitch. and your scent immediately hits his nose. “you’re gonna taste so good today.” he mutters to himself, but your brow lifts.
“what’s different about today?”
he leans forward, eyes flicking up as he exhales. is he drunk? his eyes roll back, cock throbbing in his pants and he inhales again—fuuck, you smell so much sweeter, “nothin.” his tongue shuts you right up as he licks a long wet lewd strip up your folds. your back immediately arches off the couch, nails digging into his scalp as his beefy arms lock around your thighs, moaning. your sweet honey floods his taste buds…this pussy has always hypnotized him, aroma consuming him and taste intoxicating him…but now that he thinks about…this small little difference in taste and scent, a bit sweeter, happened last month—
“ryo—haah ah mmh ya like my pussy?” your eyes flutter as you keep them on sukuna’s flushed face.
his eyes roll back, completely falling apart between your thighs as he groans a deep husky, “fuck yeah.”
your stomach burns hot at his voice, and voice pitching higher as his tongue delves inside your hole. “haaaah—your mouth is so good, baby—ngh been wet all day,” you confess in your pleasure. “was staring at your hands all day, ryo—they’re so big…l-like your di—ahh—“ fuck you’re talking a lot, sukuna groans, annoyed how worked up your voice is getting him.
his tongue laps and sucks, his salvia creating an even bigger mess. he pulls away, cheeks dusted a deep red as he spits directly onto your puffy clit, pupils dilating as he spreads the mess all over your swollen clit. “these hands,” he runs his calloused palm over your lower stomach. your pupils grow black with lust. pupils blown as you stare at the way his hand encompasses the entire surface. his crimson irises dilate once he sees the lust all over your face. “want them inside ya?”
you nod, immediately.
he doesn’t wait.
two long, thick fingers push past the initial tightness, feeling the gummy walls of your pussy hug his digits with delight. your jaw falls slack, drool slipping as he leans down to plant wet kisses along your lower stomach, forearms and biceps flexing as he pistons his fingers in n out. the squelching fills his ears as you moan above him.
“ngh! fuh ryo, feels good, kiss—kiss me down there—“ you push his head down until his lips connect with your clit again, sucking. rough. mean. teeth sinking just hard enough to make your eyes water and a choked cry slip your lips. “ryo,” you mewl with such lewd sweetness that this huge 6’5 hunk is practically moaning in response. “ry—my pussy—ahh gun —mmm c-close—gun cum—“
but sukuna has already lost all sanity with how good your slick tastes. his eyes roll back pushing you over the edge. “mmm fuck!” you cry, lashes wet as they flutter from the pleasure coursing out of you. his throat bops swallowing and lapping your sweet slick like it’s a drug — which it might as well be with the way his cock is throbbing in his boxers just from eating his fuck buddy’s sweet pussy. “taste like fucking honey,” he groans, cleaning you up like a dog. he pants, catching his breath as he climbs up to your lips like a starved animal. he smashes his lips against you, kissing your spit slicked lips with a loud groan. how do your lips taste sweet too?
“gonna be a good brat and let me fuck this tight pussy?” He grunts, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down along with his boxers, freeing his painfully erect cock.
your tongues collide, dumb whine coming from the back of your throat, and hands running up and locking around his neck. “f’course.”
fucking you rough and fast on the couch as you babbled like a dumb slut, drunk on his cock, had him seeing stars. he was desperately trying to figure out how you're handling him with how uncharacteristically rough he’s being, but you haven’t told him to stop.
"ry—aa-haah!"
shit. he'd flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips , ass in the air as he slams his thick throbbing cock in from behind. his rough palm is pressed into your lower back keeping you in that deep arch he loves, and hand cracking the nth spank to your sore ass. "feel good?"
"so good ryo—wanna cum again -cum-ngh haah please please-"
unbelievable.
and it’s not until he’s panting on the couch, your limp body resting across it, completely and utterly spent, does he realize just how rough he was being. his jaw tenses, as the fog clears up.
“hey…” his voice treads lightly, cautious as he turns on the couch, glancing at your resting form. your shirt covers your breasts after he finally came and let you lay back on the couch. but his spend leaks out of your abused hole, and your ass is still burning from his mean spanks. “hey…” he leans over you, hand brushing your waist. grounding. “you okay?”
he watches carefully as you turn on your side, eyes heavy as you blink up at him. “yeah…you okay?”
“you okay with how we fucked?”
you don’t blink, “yeah.”
yeah, somethings up. he was rough, even he knows that much. and you took it well. more than well, you were begging for me.
all of those should’ve been signs. the closeness, the slight sweetness spike in your slick and saliva. how unbelievably heavenly you smell, all the time. how you didn’t mind how rough he was. but the cherry on top was the party friday.
the frat is lit up like a damn fever dream. neon strips line the railings, glow paint smeared across walls and skin, bass from the dj bleeding through the floors as the pool outside shimmers under colored lights. it’s packed, but not suffocating. invite-only for once. people actually have room to breathe, but it was mainly because they didn’t want any complaints so early in the semester.
sukuna is sat back on the patio couch, shirtless, skin still damp from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat catching the lights every time he moves, tattoos flexing over his well defined muscles. gojo was loud beside him, geto half-listening while scrolling on his phone, a couple other guys scattered around with some girls mingling between them. but sukuna isn’t paying attention to any of it.
he has a drink in his hand, untouched. his eyes keep drifting. back to you. somewhere near the edge of the pool, laughing at something utahime is saying, glowing under the neon lights. your bikini hugged your tits so well he’d pop a boner if he stares too hard. the droplets run down your soft skin, as he sees you fix your necklace as you say something to your friend.
he clicks his tongue, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “you ever notice they act different sometimes?” he mutters, low enough that it doesn’t carry past the music.
nanami, sitting beside him in swim shorts, thick legs spread open for all to eye and an open button up putting his defined abs on full display, along with the sneaky patch of blonde hair peaking out of his waistband, doesn’t even look up from his phone. “that’s a very broad statement.”
sukuna exhales through his nose. “nah, like—” he pauses, frowning slightly, like he’s trying to piece a puzzle together. “it’s not random.”
nanami studies him for a second, then follows his line of sight, and finds you immediately. is he starting to realize his feelings for you?— “not random how?”
sukuna tilts his head, “just… different. clingier. or—” he gestures vaguely with his drink. “more into it.”
nanami raises a brow. “into what.”
sukuna gives him a look like don’t be fucking stupid.
nanami hums, finally catching on, taking a slow sip. “you’re asking if there’s a pattern to women’s behavior.”
“i’m saying there is one,” sukuna mutters aggressively. “i just don’t know what the hell it is.”
“you know,” nanami says calmly, “they have cycles.”
there’s a beat. then sukuna leans back, jaw ticking slightly, still watching you. “yeah I fucking know that,” he mutters. “It’s annoying.”
nanami glances at him again, lost. “what is.”
sukuna doesn’t answer right away. just takes another sip, eyes narrowing faintly. “the way it’s not consistent.”
nanami huffs quietly, amused now . “if you’re starting to notice now then it is consistent.”
sukuna side-eyes him. nanami is no better than gojo or geto, he’s just more subtle about his innuendos. “I’m not noticing shit—“
nanami shrugs, setting his glass down. unaware that gojo and geto have agreed on teams.
“okay! water volleyball!” gojo’s voice cuts clean through the bass, already halfway to the pool as he grins like he’s been waiting for this all night. a cheer ripples through the patio. of course it does. a house full of athletes, half-naked, girls in bikinis, a competition handed to them on a silver platter? yeah, they’re moving before the rules are even explained.
geto stretches his arms above his head as he stands, “hey,” he shouts loud enough for the frat president t to hear him, “try not to break anyone’s teeth this time!”
gojo laughs, already hopping to his side of the pool because obviously he’s one of the captains. “no promises.”
sukuna’s already up, taking the second captain title and just like that — whatever train of thought he was stuck on snaps clean in half. gone. replaced with something sharper, more familiar. his shoulders roll once, loose, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the space, the people already splitting into sides. his team or gojo’s team. they’re always on opposite teams. it makes it more fun.
“don’t get in my way,” he tosses to gojo as he steps around to his end of the pool, his hand brushing his stomach as he cracks his neck.
“you wish,” gojo shoots back.
people start gathering, some hanging back to watch, others eager, slipping into the water, calling out sides, laughing as they pick teams. a younger pledge scrambles to the middle, already trying to take control after geto shoves him in, to the play referee, whistle in hand like this is some official match.
and of course, even as chaos takes over the yard. your eyes find him. instinctive, something in you locks in and refuses to look anywhere else.
sukuna stands at the edge, skin still glistening under the neon, muscles flexing lazily as he stretches his arm over his head. his back, his shoulders, the deep v- line that has your eyes following down to the tuft of light hair peaking out waistband. the same one you always find yourself caressing during foreplay— it’s too much. it’s always too much, but tonight it sits heavier in your chest, lower in your stomach, something warm and insistent that doesn’t let up between your legs.
your clit throbs.
“wait—” utahime grabs your wrist, staring at you like you’ve lost your mind. “you hate this stuff.”
you don’t even look at her. “it’ll be fun,” you murmur, already pulling away. and then you’re moving. slipping from your seat on the edge of the pool and jumping in.
the water hits cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that’s been building under it. you swim to sukuna’s side, breath catching slightly as you orient yourself to the chaos around you, because normally, usually, a crowded sweaty pool was something you’d avoid, but—he’s already looking at you. your thighs press together.
his eyes are not casual, not passing, he’s looking. his gaze drops first. slow and deliberate, catching the faint mark on your neck, the one he left last night, barely visible under the colored lights. his jaw ticks. then lower, just for a second, the way your body shifts in the water, the ripple of movement as you steady yourself, the rise and fall of your breasts threatening to spill out. the water calmly rocks underneath them. then his gaze shifts back to your face, and you’re still staring at him. you’re not even trying to hide it.
something about that makes his brow twitch.
because you’re not looking away. not when he meets your eyes. not when the noise around you spikes, not when someone splashes too close. your focus stays locked on him—heavy, almost… expectant.
it lingers a second too long. then—
“teams set!” the pledge yells, blowing the whistle way too aggressively. “first to ten wins— oh and no cheap shots—“ he glances around before catching geto lounged on the other side of the pool, some girl already pressed against his arm. “OH! no punches or choking too!”
“shut up and start it,” gojo calls from the other side, already grinning, bouncing lightly in the water.
sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you for another beat. then he exhales through his nose, turning slightly, shoulders squaring as the ball is tossed into play and he’s in the pool.
the game starts rough. the second the ball is tossed, two guys are already lunging for it. water splashing high, bodies colliding mid-air before someone spikes it hard across the pool. girls move out of the way, squealing as huge men fight. a chorus of shouts erupts from the sidelines, music still blasting behind it, neon lights flickers over wet skin and moving bodies.
gojo, the ever responsible fraternity president, grins like a man possessed on the other side. sukuna, the very responsible vice president, is barking like a mad man.
and of course, the competitive idiots fall into rhythm with each other. fast, aggressive, locked in, and every hit gets harder, a slightly more violent. every return is sharper and people start gathering closer to the edge, phones out, recording, yelling their names like it’s a real match instead of a stupid drunk frat game.
“c’mon, kuna!” someone shouts.
“gojo! spike that shit!”
water slaps against the tile as everything moves fast. bodies move out of the way so they’re not hit by the aggressive spikes from the frat hosts, but they still refuse to leave the pool because it’s fun.
and then the ball comes your way. your eyes widen, barely able to think, so you just react. your hands come up, fingers pushing against it just right, and somehow, you’re sending it up in a clean arc, right to him.
sukuna moves instantly….he jumps, sculpted body cutting through the air, arm pulling back before he slams the ball down with violent force, sending it crashing into gojo’s side of the pool.
a winning point. a cheer explodes. sukuna lands, water dripping down his shoulders, then he glances at you. his canines are on display, as his deep voice cuts through the chaos to say, “good girl.” it’s low, automatic, and it slips out without thought, just like how he’d praise you when you’re alone, and his voice is raspy as he whispers it in your ear, cock usually deep in your guts as he gives you another mean thrust that you take with pride, pussy clamping when he bottoms.
something fast, hot, and dizzying rushes through you. your chest tightens, skin buzzing as your breath stutters for a second. your thighs press together instinctively under the water, pulse kicking up in a way that feels almost overwhelming. and from that moment on, you stick to him. you try to chase the ball for him, pushing it back into his reach every chance you get, doing your best to avoid the large men playing the game. but your focus narrows, locked in on your hot fuck buddy like nothing else exists. every movement feels sharper, more urgent, your body reacting before your brain can catch up.
on the sidelines, people notice. how can they not? most of the girls “playing” cling to the perimeter. and then there’s you, being an idiot, but a very hot one, throwing yourself in the middle. your bikini clings tight from the water, fabric hugging every curve, shifting every time you jump or twist. a few guys on the edge of the pool don’t even bother pretending they’re watching the game anymore. their eyes track you instead, murmurs passing between them. someone whistles when you jump to set the ball, breasts bouncing freely in the flimsy bikini top, your nipples hard underneath as water cascades like some playboy ad.
but sukuna, is too locked in the game to notice.
the first round ends with his team winning, and the second starts almost immediately, louder than before. people are picking sides now, chanting, recording, some still dancing on the grass behind them, focused on the dj, drinks sloshing as the party refuses to slow down around the chaos of the pool’s game.
you’re still right there again when it starts. you doubt you’re even playing anymore, but you want to see him, watch him jump high and spike the ball. watch the ink on his back ripple with his muscles. the same defined lines that you caress at night, and hug—
your attention is so narrowed, that you don’t even notice the guy at first. bodies are moving, all a blur that you don’t focus on another body moving behind you. until it’s too near, too familiar for someone you don’t know. then, a hand brushes your bare side under the water, lingering just a second too long making your blood run cold.
your eyes snap wide. “what the fuck!” you twist instantly, shoving him off hard, water splashing between you as your stomach turns. only a few people notice, the rest too consumed by the game until you’re moving straight towards a certain captain.
“THAT’S A FUCKING FOUL GOJO—what the—“
your arms wrap around him from behind without hesitation, pressing into him, chest flush against his back as you cling to one familiar form. tight, and instinctive.
it catches him off guard, just for a second. his body tenses slightly under your grip. his muscular arms lift, head turning halfway to see, “who the fuck—“ grabbed him in the middle of game! but then he sees you. and his eyes glance down at your familiar hands holding his chest. your name slips out of his lips, confused what you’re doing, but then the ball’s already back in play. and somehow he keeps going.
even with you wrapped around him, weight clinging to his back, he still moves, still blocks, still lands a hit that sends the ball flying back over the net. it’s messy now, uneven, but he’s too competitive to stop, jaw tight, focus split but still sharp. water splashes everywhere. people are yelling. gojo laughs from the other side. “what the hell is that— you got a handicap now?”
sukuna clicks his tongue, annoyed, shifting slightly to keep his balance with you still latched onto him. you don’t let go. not once. “you drunk?” he tries to talk to you mid-game.
“yeah,” you mutter over the music. but as more people fill the pool, and the third round feels much more chaotic, sukuna begins to notice. your grip tightens every time someone gets too close, every time someone accidentally touches you, every time your head spins just a little from the alcohol and the heat and everything. your cheek presses against his back, breath uneven, body still buzzing in a way you don’t fully understand, other than the fact that you can feel how hot it is between your legs. he smells so good…
the game drags on— until finally— gojo’s team takes the last point. a loud cheer erupts from his side, people splashing into the pool, celebrating, phones still up capturing everything.“told you,” gojo grins, pushing his wet snowy hair back, muscles flexing for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out.
sukuna exhales sharply through his nose, annoyed, shoulders tense— he doesn’t shake you off. but unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance.
you’re suddenly ripped away.
“wha—! what the fuck!” you yelp as a pair of hands grab you from underneath, a drunk junior dunking under the water before popping up with you lifted high onto his shoulders. just for the crowd to erupt.
“OH SHIT— chicken fight!”
“LET’S GO!”
“get her, get her!” other guys in the pool dunk under and lift a few laughing girls up. but you’re not one of them. your thighs clamp instinctively around the stranger’s head just to keep from slipping, heart racing, balance completely shot as water drips down your legs and chest. your hands fly to his hair, trying to steady yourself, panic flashing across your face. you didn’t agree to this. your eyes lock with sukuna immediately. wide. confused. he’s not your boyfriend— but he’s still…
something in him snaps. he straightens, fast. too fast. the playful edge from seconds ago gone completely, replaced with something sharp and violent, jaw tightening as his eyes drag over the way the guy’s hands are gripping your thighs— and the whistles from the crowd don’t help, especially when your hand reaches to adjust the way your bikini top had shifted.
“damn!”
sukuna’s fist curls. “get your fucking hands off her,” he bites out, already moving forward through the water, splashing hard as he closes the distance.
the guy just laughs, drunk, clueless and not listening. “relax, man, it’s just a chicken fight. ever heard of those?”
he doesn’t get to finish. sukuna’s already pulling his arm back, when you squeak.
“wait—!” you gasp, trying to shift your weight, panic spiking as the situation spirals way too fast—but before anything can land another pair of bodies crash into you. a second drunk chicken fight slams into your side, bodies colliding, completely losing balance. and then everything goes under. water rushes over your head in a blur of limbs and noise, the guy beneath you losing his footing as you both go down. you barely have time to register it before a hand grabs you. hard.
sukuna’s arm wraps tight around your waist, yanking you up and out of the water in one sharp motion. you cough, sputtering slightly, fingers clutching onto him as he steadies you against his side. he doesn’t even look at you at first. he’s glaring past you.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he snaps, voice low and dangerous, water dripping from his hair as he stares down the guy who just broke the surface, coughing. “you fucking grab girls without permission and I’m fucking snapping your arm in half!”
the junior lifts his hands, half-laughing, half-defensive. “yo, chill— it’s just a game—”
“i said don’t touch her,” sukuna cuts in, sharper this time, stepping forward like he’s ready to swing anyway.
the energy shifts instantly. people nearby start stepping in, hands coming up.
“aye, chill, chill—” one tries to come between them. sukuna doesn’t even notice that you’d managed to slip from his grip, still coughing as you swim to the steps of the pool, heart pounding as utahime, having seen the entire interaction helps you out.
“you okay?” she sits in front of you on the edge handing you water.
you nod, chugging half the bottle, before breathing again, “swallowed like…” you gag, “a disgusting amount of that pool water.” utahime cringes as she glances at the pool. the interaction growing even more heated, as a crowd watches sukuna curse out the junior.
“anyone else fucking grab a girl without her permission is getting fucking banned from this frat permanently!” sukuna shouts. murmurs break out across the crowd, a few glance towards you, as utahime notices, but you’re too busy washing your mouth out to care.
gojo’s aloof attitude steps in after coming back with a sweet juice in hand. “okay, okay, we’re clear on consent aren’t we guys?”
people hum, cheering for the games to continue. but then…
“didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”
it lands this time, cutting through the noise and sticking just long enough for a few whistles and low laughs to ripple through the crowd. the kind of comment meant to poke, to stir, to see what the hot headed vp will do with it. but what’s worse is that a majority of the crowd has no clue what your relationship is with sukuna. aside from the frat members.
sukuna doesn’t even look at him, and he doesn’t correct it. it’s not because he wants to claim you. not because it’s true. but because it’s annoying—because explaining it, denying it, entertaining it at all feels like more effort than it’s worth. he’s your fuck buddy, he knows that, you know that, and thats all. his jaw tightens once, eyes already elsewhere, done with the conversation before it can grow legs because then he’ll really break his fucking arm.
the party moves on like it always does. music swells back up, as gojo and geto thank the heavens that sukuna was in a good mood before the argument that he wasn’t tempered to continue the fight. luckily the drinks are raised again. gojo’s already laughing, pulling attention away, and just like that the moment dissolves into noise.
sukuna’s focus shifts and lands on you.
you’re still on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, skin slick and glowing under the neon lights. your bikini clings tighter now, nipples pebbled under your soaked top, every curve on display, highlighted by the shadows of the lights above. it makes it impossible not to look. droplets trail down your thighs, catching the light as you tilt your head back slightly, still rinsing your mouth out, brows furrowed in clear disgust.
utahime sits in front of you, just as eye-catching to the hungry men around, her own bikini hugging her frame, water beading along her collarbones as she watches you with a mix of concern and amusement.
and people are staring. not subtle glances—staring like you’re something to watch. something to linger on. like the game earlier just shifted into something else entirely and now you’re part of it without agreeing. no wonder you hate these parties.
it irritates him, fast.
sukuna clicks his tongue under his breath and pushes forward through the water, tall enough that even standing in the pool, he closes the height between you easily. the neon catches on his skin too. his broad shoulders still damp, muscles flexing as he moves, water sliding down his torso in slow lines. he’s not unaware of the way people look at him either—girls nearby pausing mid-conversation, eyes dragging over him openly—but he doesn’t care. not right now. not when he reaches you.
his hand comes up without hesitation, settling on your exposed thigh where it hangs over the edge of the pool. his palm is warm even against your wet skin, fingers spreading slightly, firm enough to ground, possessive. the contact is immediate. deliberate.
the shift is noticeable. a couple of those lingering stares drop off instantly. only then does he look at you. his gaze flicks over your face, still a little flushed, still catching your breath, before settling. his gaze is steady, assessing the way your glossy lips part with an exhale after chugging an entire bottle of watet.
“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher around the edges from the leftover tension. his thumb moves slightly against your skin without thinking, a small, absent motion that doesn’t match the sharpness in his expression.
utahime has to hold back an eye roll, especially when his gaze flicks over your face, then your lips. unbelievable. what’s with him? what’s stopping him from asking you out if he gets so hot headed and possessive—ughhh…utahime holds back her anger, because she was pissed when someone suddenly grabbed you and then had you dunked in the water. why does sukuna have to be so fucking weird though?! she internally curses out sukuan for being the person that always protects her best friend, but acts like a complete jerk another second.
“how much sweat did you drink?” sukuna asks, tone laced with amusement .
your eyes snap, face grimacing, “shut the fuck—up,” you gag again, hand coming up to your mouth just for utahime to snort and sukuna to bark with laughter.
“did i tell ya why we had to drain the pool last year—“ sukuna starts, utahime’s eyes widen.
“oh my god I remember!”
your face pales, nails digging into sukuna’s shoulder while the other still covers your mouth. “don’t you dare tell me.”
sukuna grimaces with an amused expression remembering what happened at last years pool party. but distracting you has somehow managed to isolate everything else around him and have his sole focus on the way you wipe your mouth with a napkin utahime — and now nanami and geto at her side — comes back with, and the way your fingers shift from his shoulder to his forearm resting across your damp lap. and the conversation flows afterwards.
gojo was still on the dance floor, completely in his own world, some girl is pressed to his side as neon lights strobe over him laughing, loud, untouchable in the way he always is. meanwhile, the edge of the pool has settled into something more intimate and funny. the conversations around overlap as you all joke loudly and throwing around slight bickering, cooling off from the chaos, but still very much alive.
and with all that, you hadn’t left. even after everything, you’re still sitting where you are, leg still dipped in the water, skin dewy under the lights, bikini keeping your pretty tits in view for a certain salmon haired man. your hair is slightly damp, pushed back from your face, exposing the curve of your neck—the faint mark sukuna left the night before still visible if someone looks close enough. and you smell heavenly. fuck if you’re alone, he’d bury his nose closer to your breasts to smell the sweat clinging.
but people are looking. they always are now.
they just don’t linger as long anymore. not with him there. sukuna leans into the edge of the pool, upper body braced beside you, his arm draped behind your back like it naturally falls there. his other hand rests lazily against your thigh, fingers tapping absently against your skin as he takes a sip from his beer. his shoulders are broad, still slick with water, veins visible along his arms as they flex with every small movement.
he looks just as much of a problem as ever. and the attention doesn’t stop, girls nearby still steal glances, whispers, watching the way he’s positioned so close to you, the way his hand hasn’t moved from your leg once. but what’s more interesting, is that you don’t move either.
you don’t push him off, don’t shift away. if anything, you lean just slightly into his space, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his forearm where it rests across your lap, like it’s second nature. you like it there.
and sukuna notices. of course he does, with how touchy and clingy you’ve been these past few days. yes, he’s shocked you haven’t left, or haven’t asked him to go upstairs with you. instead you’re being so uncharacteristically attached.
his gaze flicks down for a second, watching the way your fingers move against his skin, something unreadable passing through his expression before he looks away again, taking another sip like it didn’t just register. his stomach churns when you lean forward slapping nanami’s stretched out hand after he said something funny.
“why the fuck are you guys sitting here?” gojo’s voice cuts in suddenly, dripping with disbelief as he approaches, hair damp, grin lazy. he looks down at your little group, then at the pool like it personally offended him. “this is embarrassing.”
utahime snorts. “she almost drowned, idiot.”
“she’s alive,” gojo shrugs immediately, already grabbing a drink from someone nearby. “get in the hot tub. it’s waaaay better!”
a couple girls attached to him nod eagerly, already following his lead as he starts heading that way without waiting for an answer. utahime glances at you. “you wanna stay out or…?”
you don’t even hesitate as you hum, soft. “yeah, why not.”
sukuna catches it.
the group starts moving, the energy shifting with them as they make their way toward the hot tub. somewhere along the path, nanami and utahime get pulled into another conversation, stopping off to the side, leaving you and sukuna to keep going without them. your skin burns as sukuna keeps a subtle hand in your lower back, biting his lip when you reach the hot tub and you step in front of him. his gaze drops to the movement of your ass, your bikini was so skimpy it’s definitely clinging on to your pussy lips too. fuck,
by the time you step into the hot tub, the heat hits instantly. you sigh without meaning to, tension melting from your shoulders as the warmth wraps around you, soaking into your skin. your body relaxes almost immediately, the contrast from the cooler pool making everything feel heavier, slower.
sukuna steps in right after you. and immediately shoves two guys aside with a sharp nudge of his shoulder. “move.”
they do quickly without argument, clearly frat members. he settles in beside you, close again, like earlier, like he didn’t just create that space for you.
gojo drops in for half a second, splashing water everywhere before grimacing. “it’s too hot,” he complains, already climbing back out. “i need another drink.”
and just like that, he’s gone again. leaving you, sukuna, and the rest of the group laughing, talking. the conversation easy as the night keeps rolling around you. especially when geto comes back with some girls and red solo cups for beer pong.
“don’t spill any in the hot tub!” sukuna barks as the girls organize the cups in place on the edge. geto slides into the pool with the ping pong balls.
“shh shh i know,” he zips his friend up as he takes aim. and as the party is brought back to the hot tub, you’re all swept up again. and your eyes are following every movement of your friend beside you. the way he’s shouting and laughing with his frat brothers, the conversations turning to fog when sukuna flexes his large bicep, the ink that wraps around it highlights how big they are. you can’t even recall the context of this sudden flex off, but you’re not complaining.
you watch his throat bop as he throws back another cup of beer, standing beside geto. your eyes trail over his sculpted chest. you suck in your bottom lip as sukuna falls back beside you. his arm draped behind you along the edge of the hot tub, barking another laugh at some crap geto is spewing, completely distracted.
“I swear TO GOD, you told me to go for that dive!” geto throws his hands up, flabbergasted.
“nah nah nah—“ sukuna shouts over, shaking his head with an amused expression, “I told you—“
“nah—satoru!!” geto looks over his shoulder, waving down the president. “SATORU!”
gojo’s head whips around. however, the debate is the furthest thing from your mind, honestly you can’t even understand what these idiots are talking about. but— there’s one idiot that smells heavenly.
sukuna distracted, doesn’t notice how much closer you’re pressed to him, how your lashes flutter at the mix of cologne and chlorine flooding your nose, and dizzying your mind. he’s so—uh..when men— your brain is short circuiting. literally. mind so consumed by how big and strong this man beside is, that all you can think about is how he protected you. he pulled you out of the water. snapped at that guy…for you.
you’re not normally this moved. but it was the series of events that unfolded, all in the last few hours, that has you doing what you do next.
“please! you know i did not agree to that!” geto tsks, pointing his finger at gojo who’s laughing, sitting at the edge of the hot tub, legs in. and the two — along with the rest of the group involved in the debate — are distracted, and unaware of the fact that the pretty girl that sukuna almost started a fight over, is slipping her pretty hand inside his swim shorts.
sukuna tenses. breath hitching.
his eyes snap to you, stomach clenching. “what’re you—“ he chokes when you squeeze his thick base without warning. your cheek casually presses against his shoulder, wetting your bottom lip. your leg is tucked against his side, as the other swings over his knee, pretty tits squished against his arm. your wrist rolls, stroking his flaccid cock alive.
“ryo…” you speak low enough so that only sukuna can hear. “was jus’ thinking about you.” his jaw tenses, hand clenching at the edge of the tub, leaning his head down.
“you’re the one that doesn’t like this shit,” he husks, throat bopping as you bat your lashes up at him, bitting your lip as you give his cock another squeeze, pushing your wet tits against his arm. “there’s people—“
“then be normal, ryo,” you say, all while nuzzling him like a clingy g— “just wanted to feel how big you are.”
his heads tips back, what’re you even saying?
you keep your cheek pressed against his shoulder, lip tucked between your teeth as you stroke the vp’s fat throbbing cock in the middle of a party and in a hot tub full of his close frat friends.
it wasn’t difficult for his dick to fully harden within seconds of your hand making contact. you let out a soft exhale, pressing your practically naked body against him like you could get any closer than you already are. but to make matters worse, he was so unbelievably turned on that you were touching him in public! fuuck, his stomach flexes, biting back a groan when your thumb swipes his bulbous tip, the water made it difficult for you to keep a fast pace stroke, but his skin was still prickling with heat.
“ryo, is this okay?” you softly pant in his ear, a hum like moan escapes your lips just by the way he exhales through his nose, turning his head to you, aroma engulfing you.
to anyone else it just looked like you were having a private conversation with each other. the hot tub and pool, a few feet away, booming with chaos, no one was paying attention to you guys. but even with all that information, sukuna — who spreads his legs further apart in the water, biting his lip when you kiss his neck now, sucking a light bruise on his flushed skin — knows that you’d never do this. you get touchy when you’re drunk, whispering dirty shit in his ear. but you’ve only had a couple drinks to make you tipsy enough to enjoy the party and remember, not black out drunk to jerk him off in public.
“yeah—it’s okay,” his head drops forward, hot red flush crawling up his neck and stinging his cheeks as he nudges your head with his.
“yeah?” you repeat with a coo.
he bites back a pathetic groan, arm sliding to your waist under the water, gripping your flesh like his life depends on it. you’re intoxicating.
“yeah baby.”
a flush of heat runs between your legs at his deep bedroom voice. sukuna is so hot, he’s so hot, so pretty, so sexy! you squeal internally, leaning closer to press your lips against his sharp jaw, whining just low enough for him to hear. your wrist twists down his cock. you hadn’t even full realized that you’d taken him out of his swim trucks, to possessed to care as his fingers dig into your waist, while the other balls into a fist against the tub’s edge.
“are you close, ryo? is your big cock gonna cum?”
unbelievable.
sukuna’s jaw tenses, abs tightening just by your voice. you’ve been hanging up on how big he is. how big his hands are. how big his dick is — scratch that, you’re using the word cock now. yeah he’s gonna fuckin’ cum soon if you keep talkin’ like that.
“there’s so many people around ry,” you shy quietly, “you don’t think they know I’m playing with you?” your slightly tipsy eyes bat up at him, pupils completely dilated. his eyes briefly sweep around him, the alarms flashing in his mind don’t seem to phase him as he drops his lips down to brush yours.
“what if they are aware?” he husks, lidded eyes boring into yours. “does that make y’r pussy wet?” he wets his lip, thighs flexing when you give his cock a squeeze as he speaks. “ya like knowing that there’s eyes everywhere…watching your slutty self jerk me off.”
your brain short circuits. face burning hot.
“I’m not a slut,” you whisper, just as you’re practically straddling his thigh now, with the way you’re inching closer to him every second. his hand slides from your waist to your ass, gripping the flesh as he pulls it apart letting you feel the warm tub water touch your heated pussy.
“you’re gettin on top of me—“
“to protect your dignity,” you attempt a frown, but your eyes keep flicking to his lips, brushing your lips against them again, just for him to pull back, again.
“didn’t take you as someone so generous,” he quips, hips angling up, subtly telling you to keep stroking him, even if it’s starting to feel like edging. “but,” he bites back another groan, “but to me, ya just look like another slut that wants to get her little pussy stuffed.”
you blink.
sukuna can see the lust burst behind your eyes. your thighs clamp around his beefy thigh, your hand squeezing his tip, and your lips parting. “is that so bad?”
ah fuck.
“you can’t say those words to a man,” sukuna’s rasps.
you pout, pressing your wet breasts against his chest, trapping his cock between your bodies. your hot breath fans against his face, scent invading his mind, and your lips brush against his, this time licking his bottom lip. once. twice. your tongue strokes his bottom lip, waiting for him to invite you in, whining a little louder when he refuses. “ryo.”
his large palms grip your ass. your flimsy bikini could easily be pulled to the side, exposing you just like him. your cheeks flush, arching even more, your arms are tossed around his broad shoulder, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, desperate. needy. “I’ve been holding myself back ryo,” you quietly speak, unaware how much like déjà vu this feels. memories of last month flashing in his mind about those exact words coming from your lips as you climbed into his lap in the middle of a party. “you have to take care of it.”
“i have too?” he quips with a sharp edge in his tone.
your flush with embarrassment, lips parting as your lashes flutter shut, “please…please can you take care of it.”
unbelievable.
his cock twitches violently against your stomach. his muscular thigh flexes under your pussy making your lips part.
as you and sukuna speak in hushed whispers. a good group of people have take notice of the awkward shifting in the hot tub and the unrecognizable look on sukuna’s face. but specifically the girl that the sukuna let attach herself to him during a violently competitive water volleyball match and almost pick a fight with. he’s smirking as she whispers in his ear, her lips even pressing his lobe, making the intimidating vice president blush?!
“her tits are all over him,” one whispers, taking a sip as they watch from a distance, both sitting at the pools edge watching the events unfold a few feet’s away in the hot tub. it’s not obvious unless you’re staring as hard as these guys, or if you’re a certain man laughing as you stand up at the edge of the tub, face dropping for a millisecond when you catch your vice president getting off by a hot girl.
fucking animals, geto shakes his head, eyes flicking to gojo, easily communicating with him about you know.
gojo’s brows pinch glancing over from his seat at the edge of the tub, to— “oh shit!”
geto elbows him. “idiot!”
gojo’s hands fly to his mouth, laughing hysterically as he stares at the way his short tempered friend is blushing like crazy, and making it obvious to anyone that he’s getting his dick touched right now. “do they know what they’re doing?” gojo speaks in hushed whispers.
“obviously,” geto sits beside gojo, the tub water doesn’t seem to be appealing anymore. and yet there’s still a few people on the sides laughing, too drunk to notice.
“fucking pervs,” gojo snickers.
a beat passes.
then gojo turns, eyes wide when he sees geto staring blankly at him. “what?”
“you’re worse!” geto slaps him upside the head. gojo gasps in shock. “I can’t even remember how many times you fucked someone in here and in the pool—“
“hey,” gojo frowns, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “that was…b-because they were hot.”
geto scoffs, “you weren’t even subtle about them, everybody knew you were fucking them. YOU’RE the biggest perv.”
gojo nods, “yeah…”
your whine flows directly into sukuna’s ear, lips coming back to his. “why won’t you kiss me?” you quietly demand.
his dimples press into his cheeks as he bites back a smirk. “we’re jus’ talking,” he says your name, but in that deep way he does when he’s stuffing you with his cock…which he’s not.
you sit up closer, sliding higher up his thigh, knee rubbing harshly against his cock — “ah!” you squeal suddenly straddling his lap instead of his thigh. his red irises sink into yours, watching the way your glossy lips part glancing at the surface of the hot tub trying to make out how close his cock is to where you need him. “you’re hard ryo.”
“and?”
your eyes flick up to him, pretty brows pressing together, “and we’re not jus’ talking—“
“y’know—“ he suddenly chokes.
you’ve moved your bikini to the side, and pushed his cock down, fully sitting on his cock and sliding across it, hips shaking, stimulating your needy clit.
your name cuts through the air, his grip moves to grab your hips, trying to keep you still, but his body betrays him as he bucks against you. “fuck, woman.”
your lips press against sukuna, whining like a desperate slut when he finally kisses you back. and this was why he didn’t want to entertain you this quickly. the sweet taste of your lips immediately sends a rush of heat down to his cock, his arm wraps around your back, holding the back of your head as the other grips your ass, groaning as your lips smack in wet hungry kisses. your tongues collide, spit collecting in your mouth as he groans in response.
sukuna has to be responsible. he has too. but you’re such a fucking slut— touching his cock, stroking him in public, rubbing your body (his biggest weakness) against him like you’re alone together. and now you’re humping his cock like you can feel something with the water’s friction.
all of it was a factor, and for some unexplainable reason, all the dots seemed to have connected at this exact moment—like a huge light bulb going off in his head.
“shit.”
you hum at the way his deep voice sends a warm heat blooming in your stomach. “are you turned on, ryo?” your lips purse, kissing his, unaware of the sudden realization he’s come too. “keep kissing me.”
your fingers thread through his short locks, gripping him as you keep his lips moving yours.
but sukuna’s palm splays across your spine, groaning at the way you don’t stop to catch your breath. then his grip tightens. his mouth drags slower this time, more deliberate. he’s testing something, and the way you react—how quick you melt back into him, how your nails press into his shoulders like you’re holding on and the pitched whine that leaves your lips when he tries to pull away.
“how bad d’you need me?” he murmurs, voice low, rough, right against your pretty lips.
you don’t hesitate. “so bad,” you breathe, almost frustrated, because it’s obvious.
his eyes flick over your face, searching, calculating—then narrowing slightly. “yeah?” he hums, thumb pressing into your waist, grounding you as you shift again, his cock snug between your folds. “why,” he asks, tone not soft or gentle, but testing.
you shake your head slightly, breath catching, fingers tightening on him. “because— i just—” you exhale sharply, frustrated, needy, “i just want you to touch me.”
that’s all he needs. a quiet, almost amused exhale leaves him, something darker settling behind his eyes now. nanami’s little comment about “noticing now” makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. it doesn’t mean anything that you’ve had this friend with benefits deal long enough for him to start noticing a pattern every month. especially when this part of the cycle comes around and you’re practically begging him to just touch you. he highly doubts that you even notice it.
“been like this all night,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it gets firmer. “can’t keep your hands off me, huh?”
you don’t even deny it. you just pull him back in. and this time he lets you. let’s you kiss him like it’s your last time, let’s you tug his hair like he belongs to you. let’s you pull away… you’re panting at him through glossy, lidded eyes.
and then sukuna notices.
the shift.
your breathing breaks. shallow and uneven. you can’t quite catch it as your lips part, soft, glossy, letting out these higher, breathier sounds that you’re not even trying to hold back anymore. it’s quieter than the music, but he hears it. feels it.
his grip tightens instinctively.
your hips are moving without any rhythm now. they’re slow, needy, desperate. your body chasing something it can’t reach fast enough. your fingers press into his lower stomach, clutching there like you need something solid to hold onto, your head tipping forward, lashes fluttering like a fucking angel. and your mouth falls open. a soft, pitched sound slips out of you—one you don’t even seem aware of—and it’s enough to make something dark flicker across his expression.
“…fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyes locked on your face now, watching every little change. his cock twitching uncontrollably.
your brows pinch, as you completely fall apart, cumming right then and there. your grip on him tightens, thighs pressing in, grounding yourself on his cock without even thinking about it.
and he doesn’t move. doesn’t interrupt it. he just watches. and all he can think is how unbelievably hot you look in his eyes. women that are ovulating mean they’re more likely to get pregnant. fuck. why is his brain latching onto that part? you’re his fuck buddy. this is simple. it is simple. it’s perfectly reasonable—completely normal, even—for him to get turned on thinking about how much you cling to him, how much you crave him, how much you need him, how your body reacts to him like this. that doesn’t mean he wants to get you—
absolutely the fuck not.
but still…fucking women. you’re insane. his brain is short circuiting while you’re coming undone on his lap, in a hot tub, in the middle of a packed party.
and the way you’re panting, your breasts pushed together as you keep a hand on his lower abs, pussy spasming as your orgasm rocks through you, has something low and satisfying settling in your fuck buddy’s chest. his hand slides up your back again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“yeah…” he murmurs, almost to himself, thumb pressing lightly into your side as your breathing tries to steady. “that’s what i thought.”
his lips ghost over you.
then he feels it…the eyes.
his dark gaze flicks up. meeting the dilated blue and black ones, along with the others in the crowd. they all saw, didn’t they? witnessed something that had his jaw tightening and his pupils returning to their size.
“fuck me,” you pant quietly, arms lazily coming back to his shoulders coming down from your climax. you kiss him deeply, unaware of the mess you’re causing inside his brain. “I’ve heard people say hot tub’s make you orgasm better,” you lick his tongue, “because of the hot water.”
his grip tightens around you, eyes open and staring past you at the people eyeing the arch in your back as you make out with him like you didn’t just hump yourself to an orgasm in public.
“do you wanna cum too ryo?” your mischievous smile would’ve made any man buckle, but sukuna wasn’t any man. and he sure as shit isn’t a fucking cuck.
“no.”
his sudden tone shift had you pulling back, wet hand touching his damp cheek. sukuna’s thick brows were pulled tightly, clearly angry, at what? you’re not sure. but you’re too lax to think much of it as you squish his cheeks between your fingers. his tatted arm possessively hugged you, eyes briefly leaving the not so subtle audience behind you, to meet your glass eyes.
“you mad I came before you?” you tease, head tilting in mockery. cute. “it’s okay, I’ll make ya cum,” you whisper, smile gracing those sinful lips of yours. “I’ll let you choose too…”
fuck, you’re insane.
“…my hands…my lips….or..” you smile. “my tight, pretty pussy….”
you shrug biting your lip, batting your pretty lashes at him. “you always call it that. I’m just using your vocabulary, mister suh…ku…nuh.”
that was his final straw, because in a blink of an eye, sukuna’s tucking himself and pushing off the tub’s seat, standing up. water cascades down the sharp planes of his abs, his swim trunks clinging low on his hips—leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. and people notice, of course they do.
your jaw drops for half a second, eyes going wide before heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shoot up right after him, fist clenching at your side, brows pinching tight. “what’re you doing?”
“we’re going upstairs,” he says simply, like there aren’t a million eyes on him, more specifically on his thick bulge. girls are openly staring now, not even trying to hide it as their gazes drag over him, over the obvious outline pressing against his trunks.
your stomach twists. uncomfortable. ugly. you don’t name it. you won’t name it because it’s stupid. you have no right to feel any type of way about who looks at him or how they look at it. but still, your jaw tightens because the way they’re staring is making your blood boil and they’re looking at something that has nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. just you.
your eyes flick back to him, to the way the water trails down his body, down the dark wet hairs of his happy trail. the way he stands there like he doesn’t give a single fuck about the attention. and it only makes it worse. he looks like he’s been carved out of stone. something untouchable. and everyone’s fucking touching him with their eyes.
your lips press into a thin line, pulse uneven, heat sitting low in your stomach now for an entirely different reason as you step closer to him without even realizing it, hand settling on his stomach blocking the view from the onlookers. your fingers twitch. and you hate…hate how much it bothers you.
“you’re hard,” you huff, pushing him to step out of the tub, heart beating uncontrollably.
sukuna snorts, leaning down, “yeah no shit.”
“people are staring,” you grit.
your pulse stops. the air shifting around you, then you feel it. sukuna’s eyes bore into you, as his palm cups the side of your neck. your lips part in confusion when his gruff voice cuts.
“they’ve been staring.” the muscles on his jaw flex, pupils moving over your face as his gaze drops to your body. “they all…” his words trail off. he can’t say it…he can’t tell you they all fucking saw you cum, or the way your entire form looked like something straight out of every guys wet fantasy. all because of that unspoken tug that twists in his chest as you look up at him.
his head tips back in defeat.
unaware of the turmoil, you continue pushing him back, glancing briefly over your shoulder to see a few eyes not on the party but staring at sukuna.
“can you walk faster,” you mutter.
sukuna suddenly grabs your wrist after another push backwards, almost making him trip. his grip is firm and fast, yanking you back toward him before you can take another step, your body colliding lightly into his chest. water still drips from both of you, heat clashing with the cool night air as he steadies himself, jaw tightening for a second.
“watch it,” he mutters, low, though there’s no real bite to it. if anything, there’s something else there. his hand doesn’t leave your wrist. instead, it slides up, fingers curling tighter as he pulls you closer until there’s barely any space left between you. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you hard. it’s sudden and messy, all teeth and heat, like he’s cutting off whatever rush of thoughts were building in your head. your hands come up instinctively, gripping into his shoulders as he angles you just right, one hand now firm at your waist to keep you there. your lips part, immediately tasting his skilled tongue.
and around you, the party doesn’t stop. it never does when it’s grown this chaotic. but there are small pockets, where people notice. gojo, still leaning back against the hot tub’s edge, lets out a low laugh. “zero awareness,” he mutters, clearly entertained. geto just shakes his head, amused, watching the scene unfold like it’s expected. neither of them have the energy tonight to call their friend out, but they’ll be sure to give him shit tomorrow.
but off to the side, a couple girls lean into each other, whispering behind their solo cups, eyes flicking between sukuna and the very obvious situation he’s not bothering to hide. further back, a few of the same guys from earlier in the pool linger, their stares a little too heavy, a little too interested, but sukuna doesn’t register it.
he’s too focused on you. too focused on the way you kiss him back just as hard. how you’re still letting out those fucking whines and moans into his hot mouth. too focused on how quickly you fold into him like he’s the oxygen keeping you alive. to him, this urgency and impatience, just reads as one thing. you want him so bad.
he pulls back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing yours, his gaze dropping to your face, slightly dazed, flushed, and lips parted from the kiss.
“…yeah,” he exhales, almost amused, thumb pressing into your waist. “you taste so good.”
your fingers tighten around his bicep, the other around his shoulder, breath uneven as you blink up at him, still catching up.
“can we—” you swallow, then try again, quieter but more urgent, “can we go upstairs now?”
there’s a beat. then his hand slides down to yours again, grip tightening as he turns, already moving toward the house without another word—pulling you with him. he pushes straight through the noise that follows inside, the lights, the bodies still dancing in the kitchen like nothing. all the way up to his room, and immediately kicking the door shut.
and within a blink of an eye, your tongue is lolling out as sukuna sits behind you, fingers digging into your ass and face buried from behind.
“fuh—fuck yeah,” you drawl, lips wet at the feel of sukuna’s tongue dragging inside your pussy, lapping up and toying with your rim before going back to suck your slick juices. “c’mon ry, haah…” you’re pushing his head back, so you can sit up. you move to tug his wet trunks off, crawling onto his lap once he discards them. unbothered by the tick in his jaw at your stubbornness, because in seconds, your head is tossed back, and your back is arching as you sink down on the nine thick fat inches. “a….ah—“
your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable stretch. your pussy swallowing every inch like the slut he loves.
“there ya go,” he praises, fingers digging into your ass as you stare at his lips. his sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as your slick lubricates his cock. your pussy a generous fountain as you roll your hips, letting his cock stuff deep inside you. “take this fuckin’ cock like a good bitch.”
“ry…haah…” you’re moaning in choked gasps, drool peaking at the corner of your lips as you finally sit back on his thighs.
the man’s pupils dilate as you stroke your lower stomach, feeling the bulge as you bat your lashes up at him. “you’re inside me now, ryo.”
fuck you. seriously.
his brain short circuits in seconds. and now all he sees is you.
his body reacts like a dog with his master. obeying your needs like he’s wired to do that. and he’s not complaining. his hand falls on your ass, beefy thighs spreading, as he meets your bounces with rough snaps of his hips. your ass claps against his thighs with each bounce, gasps piercing the air as he fucks up into you with full force. and you let him.
“look like a fuckin’ porn star on top of me,” he grunts, swallowing a moan when you clamp around him, finger tugging on the knot around your neck letting your bikini finally fall off, freeing your gorgeous tits. “fucking brat—“
his tongue falls out, licking your tit that bounces in his face, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking desperately. and he’s not nice about it. because now he knows. he knows you’ll let him. knows when you’re ovulating you’ll let him be a little harder, meaner, because it feels good. it feels good to feel his teeth bite down on your nipple possessively. it feels good when he spanks your ass for the nth time until your eyes are rimmed red and flooding with tears.
it feels good to have him obsessed with you, because all you’re begging for is…
“cu—uh—cum.”
an electric current runs down his spine, jaw clenching and head tipping back, flooding your tight pussy with his thick load.
“shit—nghhh fuuuck—fuck baby,” he’s gripping your hips as you press against his stomach, rocking on his cock. he doesn’t fully realize his back is laying against the bed. not when you’re milking his cock like he’s some fucking cow…and yet… “shit keep goin, baby—yeah ya want m-Mmm shit.”
“feel so good ryo.” you shake your ass, feeling his cock twitch inside you when his arm wraps around you, tugging you down to his chest.
“you can keep going?”
you smile, hand touching his cheek, as your tongue strokes his bottom lip. “yeah.” you sigh, whining so softly he would’ve missed it. and you continue like that, kissing him over and over, sighing and calling his name as he pulls out, his fingers push inside your pussy from behind.
“y’r killing me with this tight pretty pussy,” he coos, sending a wave of heat through your veins.
you mewl against his lips, earning a mean spank to your ass, just for his middle and ring finger to slip back inside you. and he does that for god knows how long, until you finally spasm around his digits. he’s then flipping you over, easily getting on top.
“keep em open cmon.” his low voice has your pussy pulsing, pushing his previous load out right in front of his eyes. he must know his voice’s affects on you.
you hold your legs open, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch sukuna stroke his member over you. the room smells of chlorine, you, and him. “theere we go,” he groans, palm pressing against your knee as he kneels closer to your open legs, dilated pupils staring at the mess between your legs as he slaps his hard cock on your puffy pussy. “what a dirty fuckin’ girl,” he drags his cock between your slippery folds, exhaling through his nose when his engorged tip catches your sore clit.
“ryoomen,” you call softly, like you haven’t been all over him these last two days.
he snorts, “what happened to mister sukuna? don’t tell me you’ forgot how you humped yourself to an orgasm in the pool—“
“hot tub.”
“my bad,” he remarks sarcastically, tip pushing inside then pulling out again, teasing. “still rubbed this pussy raw, look,” he slaps his cock again, thumb rubbing your little bundle of nerves making you let go of your legs— “ah—keep em open.” he spanks the inside of your thigh. “dirty girls need to be taught a lesson.”
“please,” you scoff, sitting up on your elbows, “you were literally slapping everyone around with your hard dick.”
sukuna barks out a laugh. “my dick’s that big?”
you glance down at him, then back up. “I wasn’t being dirty. you were dirty too.”
“me?” he’s baffled, you’ve been throwing yourself at him all night!
you raise a brow at him, relaxing back on the pillows pressed against the headboard, eyeing him. “you never took your hands off me.”
sukuna scoffs, “as if, you latched onto me on the pool.”
“then i went to hime to wash my mouth out, and you—“ you point at him with emphasis, “came swimming to me, touching me, stroking my thigh, my back.” your brow quirks again, and sukuna goes mute. his jaw ticks, glancing over your face as your calf subtly hooks over his thigh, stroking up as your hands lay on your stomach, waiting.
“you…” he licks the back of his teeth, sharp eyes threatening, but… “so what if I had my hands on you?” oh, he admits it. your cheeks sting, wetting your lip as you shrug.
“well,” you tilt your head again, slightly embarrassed now, glancing down at his inked chest. “like…you can’t blame me for getting turned on then.”
“because I’m touching you?”
you nod.
“like this,” his palm trails from your knee, slowly up your thigh. the warmth of his skin feels burns a trail up your body.
you nod.
his hand reaches your waist, eyes boring into yours. his cock throbbing at this point, he can feel the slick of your arousal costing his cock as it rests against your pussy.
turning to some light foreplay after just fucking you was messing with his head…because….it feels so good.
“what about when I’m touching your waist,” his thumb strokes the soft skin. “it’s not your ass.”
your breath is uneven. your heart beats against your rib cage. “still,” you exhale.
“still turns you on?” he clarifies, catching the way your lips part, breathless just by the way he’s flirting with you. his cock twitches…you’re gorgeous.
you nod.
his free hand caresses your hips, moving it up your body in feather-like-caresses. his other arm is pressed beside you, keeping himself up as he watches your arms lay bent on the bed. his hand lightly brushes the side of your breast before trailing over your collarbone. “still?”
you nod, wetting your bottom lip, blown pupils maintaining eye contact.
his thumb caresses your collarbone, eyes flicking between your eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths. “how about now?” his palm glides over your bicep, then down your arm, before threading his fingers with yours.
you squeeze his hand, eyes unable to tear away from his, cheeks hot. his face inches closer to yours, exhaling against your lips. “I think you’ve jus’ proved how horny you’ve been these past few days.”
your breath stutters, angling your chin up, “obviously,” you mutter against his lips. “I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating.”
something dark and electric flashes through his eyes. a low exhale leaves him, almost a laugh, but there’s no humor in it, just heat, thick and immediate. his grip on your hand tightens to the point it almost borders on rough.
“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping, rougher now, like it’s scraping out of his throat. his forehead nudges against yours for a second, grounding himself, but it doesn’t work. if anything, it makes it worse. “tell me you want me to stuff you then.”
“I want you to stuff me, ryo,” you repeat, breathless as his jaw slacks finally rocking his hips into yours, slick cock massaging your folds. “with your cock…your cum….”
“keep going,” he husks.
your free hand trails up his bicep, the other still holding his hand like an anchor. “I want you to fuck me. hard. use me. cum in me.”
“ah fuck—“ he slips his hand between your bodies, pushing his cock down and snapping his hips into yours, sheathing his entire length inside. your jaw drops, broken cry slipping out. “y’ really know how to make a man fucking hard.”
your lips are glossed with spit as he presses his lips against yours. he swallows your moans, snapping his hips with a mean hard thrust, picking up a brutal pace without warning.
and you love it.
the base downstairs shakes the bedroom walls, the laughing and chatter outside is nothing compared to the way you’re panting and crying in his ear. the lights flickering from the pools strobe lights, only serve to illuminate your flushed face as you cum.
“fuck, you still want more,” he’s already kissing you again, and again. spit mixing together against your tongues as he pulls away. he pants over your face, his cheeks flushed pink and his cock rubbed raw. “fuck gunna cum…ngh yeah fuck fuck—“ he pistons his cock inside your poor cunt, dilated pupils zeroing on the mess that’s gushing from you. his chuckle is broken with his groan as he fucks you through it all. “keep squirting baby, it won’t make me stop.”
and he doesn’t. his thrusts are rough. engorged tip bruising your cervix with every snap of his sharp fit hips. he’s harder than usual, and even as you’re gasping, back of your hand raised to your mouth, pussy spasming as sukuna slams his body weight into each thrust — you don’t push him away.
“gunna cum…shiit, shit it’s coming—“ his voice breaks, and it feels like a damn crashing. his cock pulses inside you, squirting buckets inside your poor cunt. “haah fuh—“ his abs flex, body weight dropping on top of you, hugging you tight as he rocks his hips into lazy harsh humps, burying himself deep inside you, you’re sliding against the mattress. the rasp in his throat has you holding onto him tight, unbothered by how unbelievably heavy he is on top of your smaller body.
and sukuna stays like that. face buried in your neck, arms clutching onto you, and brain fried.
“you also smell sweeter,” he mutters. “when you’re ovulating.”
“I don’t. you’re just a freak.”
he buries his nose deeper in your neck, inhaling sharply. “haah fuck, nah you definitely smell good.”
your brain short circuits, cheeks flooding hot as you wiggle underneath him. “you can’t—“
“you humped me in the hot tub.”
your brows scrunch together. “so?”
he licks your neck, “then you can’t blame me for still being turned on by you.” he licks a strip up to your ear, a tingle runs down to your pussy, squeezing around him.
he smirks.
of course he does. and why wouldn’t he? you’re already nudging him to your lips, kissing him again, like you aren’t stuffed with loads of his cum.
“you’re cute,” he mutters between kisses, and even if that makes your stomach flip, your face burn, and your heart skip a beat…you don’t comment on it. you don’t address it. and you sure as shit don’t think about it.
and the simple answer is, he’s kissing you right now and that’s all you want to think about it.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: I’m blaming the grammar errors on you guys for the rush (I also hate proof reading). but I hope u guys enjoyed it. believe me when I say, I was not expecting it to be that freaking long, I just really wanted to write sukuna and reader kinda skinny dipping, without losing their dynamic or doing something super uncharacteristic, so I dragged out the plot. but still I hope u guys liked it!
and thank you for the wait. I really put most of my free time into this so I can’t tell u when I’ll finish the next chapter of the series, so bare with me for another possible week of agony :’(
synopsis. the two of you didn't pay your bills in time, so your landlord cuts the heating to your apartment. how will you and your roommate conserve warmth?
perhaps choosing toji as your roommate was a poor choice.
an understatement, really, but you didn't want to overthink it too much or you'd get mad and take it out on him, and then he'd get upset and leave you in your apartment all alone for a few days because you're mad at him. and you don't like to be alone.
hence, why you chose him, your friend,to live with you. to prevent loneliness.
but there are many stories about people coming to hate their good friends when the relationship had advanced to best friends and roommates, and honestly, you're starting to see why. although, you don't hate toji. no, you could never hate him. not when he's taken such good care of you the decade you'd known each other, getting into scraps for your honor, giving you the clothes off his back, driving miles and miles to come get you from a shitty date just because you felt uncomfortable.
still, the fact remains. he is a nightmare to live with.
you have to clean up after him more times than you'd like to, do his laundry, and more than often, you have to cook him something so he doesn't just end up eating shitty cup-ramen with extraordinary levels of MSG and sodium. and worst of all, he does not cover his share of rent.
"baby just spot me this one last time, alright? i got us covered the next six months. all i gotta do is one more thing for my guy, and it'll all be good." is his most recent excuse. you'd been standing waiting for him at the door while he came home at an ungodly hour, and you're in several layers because somehow, your landlord managed to cut the heating just to your apartment because you two are behind on rent.
he shudders a bit. "that ain't cause of me, right?"
you groan at him and shove at his chest weakly, just to expel your anger somewhere. "of course its because of you, you idiot! we don't have any fucking heating anymore because i didn't have enough to cover both our share of rent this month! now it's just-" you shiver as cold air hits your skin. "-you and me and this cold till you get your guy to pay up."
sympathy floods his features, and he croons, wrapping you up in his big arms while kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag, trying to transfer some of his body heat to you. "it'll be okay, i promise. i got ya, ya hear?" he reassures you while keeping you nice and warm, wasting no time in scooping you up in one burly arm and keeping you against him, nice and warm, while he washes his hands.
he forces you to his side the rest of the evening, all throughout eating dinner and getting changed and washed up before bed. unwillingly, your anger melts away at how cuddly and caretaking he's being, sacrificing some of his mobility and a whole arm to keep you in his orbit where he can warm you up. and it's considerably better than when he hadn't been here to keep you warm, which soothes you.
even though this is all is damn fault to begin with.
he can tell your thoughts are running away with you again and you're starting to get pissed, and he chooses to get into your bed with you tonight, banding his arms around you so you cant run. "i said 'm sorry, didn't i?"
huffing, you try to loosen one of his arms even though you're comfy and he's warm. you're just so pissed off right now and none of this would've happened if he just pulled his fucking weight.
toji grunts and drags you back against him, ensuring there's not the slightest gap between you. he pushes his crotch flush to your ass and squeezes you as close as possible, moving one hand up and under your layers of shirts. "oi. i said 'm fuckin' sorry. i got us for the whole fucking year coming, you got that? just stop runnin' away from me."
"i'll believe it when i fuckin' see it." you grumble back, not swayed by his promises. words are great, yes. reassuring, had it been the first time he used them on you, but it's not. you won't melt into his arms unless he produces some money, or-
his hand moves up to grope one of your soft tits without the barrier of clothing underneath.
squeaking, you jolt backwards, ass bumping against his semi hard cock. "ji! what're you-!"
"shh." he cuts you off, squeezing your tit in his big, meaty palm, his forefinger and thumb coming together to squish a nipple between them. "gettin' you warm so you won't whine anymore."
between whimpers, you manage out, "this isn't what i meant..." but you're cut off when his other hand slips between your legs, warming you there too by cupping your mound.
"that better?" he asks, slowly rubbing both your tit and your pussy while burrowing his hardening dick between your ass cheeks. "or do y'want me to go away so you can be cold again?"
shuddering, you make zero move to push away his touches, your body flush to his. you shake your head slowly, indicating that you don't want him to stop at all. not when his touch just feels so good, his hands feeling large and heavy on your smaller body. but mostly importantly, they're warm.
your agreeance is all that's needed for him to continue whatever it is the two of you are doing. it crosses all boundaries two roommates are intended to have, and yet you can’t find it in you to care. you let out the softest moan of pleasure as he continues squeezing your breast, alternating between the two soft mounds and groaning into your ear at the sheer softness of you. it’s heavenly, how full and womanly you feel in his grip.
his hand keeps rubbing idly back and forth along your pussy, and you start subconsciously grinding against it, rolling your hips back and forth into his palm and fingers while your ass presses snugly to his dick. bumping against him each time you move your body.
“fuck yeah.” he says softly, mouthing at the lobe of your ear and breathing heavily into it, before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot underneath. he traces his tongue along the skin, giving you so much stimulation at once. you don’t know how much longer you can go on without something exploding inside of you. you can just feel how your pussy is starting to ooze juices onto his hand.
your breathing picks up when he goes back to toying with your nipples. toji relishes in the way they stiffen and swell at his touch. he experiments with toying with your folds and reaches up to give your clit some attention too. just like your nipples, it's all swollen. "that from the cold or me playing with you?" he huffs deeply.
and you can't even answer him then, because your body is too busy getting ready for you to cum on his hands. you can't physically hold it in any longer, and with a shuddering moan and a shiver running down your spine, your orgasm comes gushing out of you. it coats his hand and along his fingers in a wave of watery juices, your lips parted in a moan and a cry of his name.
toji couldn't be happier right now.
his cock swells up and pulses against your body during your orgasm, and he holds back the rush of pre-cum leaking out of him when you nudge back on him and grind on his aching boner.
"you wanna?" he whispers. "it'll help warm you up even more."
the suggestion is disguised by him saying this is purely for your benefit, as he doesn't say upfront that he just wants to fuck you, but when you nod, letting out a little, "mhm..."
pleased, toji's face breaks out in a grin. "just hold on a sec," he mumbles, tugging your bottoms out of the way and rubbing your aching folds with the pads of his fingers, trying to get you relaxed and ready for his dick in you. he then tugs his hand out from within your pussy lips and brings two fingers to your mouth, tapping your lower lip.
you already know what he means, and he moans as your warm, wet mouth encloses his fingers while you suck your juices off them, tasting yourself while getting his digits nice and lubed up for what he's about to do. he slips them out of your mouth with a slimy pop and slips them into your hole then, pumping the thick digits inside of you.
the stretch is immediate. not entirely unpleasant, but his fingers are thick- for a moment, you squirm with them inside you, but he shushes you softly once more, easing them in and out of you and letting you slowly adapt to the sudden fullness.
only three solid pumps has you completely relaxed with them inside you, and he keeps fondling your breasts while twisting and curling his fingers against your soft, pudgy walls. he can just feel how your body loosens up at his touch and your breathing evens out, and once you stop quivering whenever his fingers prod deep inside you, he decides you're ready for his cock.
he slips his fingers out of you and lines his cockhead up with your hole, rolling his hips forward - then drawing them back to sink just the tip in each time. it's a calculated move to make you more needy and desperate. "toji please," you pant, rubbing the cleft of your ass back against him in hopes that he'll just put it in already, but he's insistent on teasing you. he fists his cock and nuzzles the tip further into you while squeezing the shaft, peeling back the foreskin wrapping the head of his cock so that the pre-cum leaking out of his cock can spill into you and stick to your squishy walls, getting you nice and ready for him.
"in a minute, woman. don't wanna break you." he mutters, guiding his cock in and out of you and squeezing the base of his cock to push out even more slick, getting your pussy nice and messy for him. he moans as your cum and his pre mix together, making your folds glisten and shine pretty in the low light. he can't help himself, needing to fuck your pretty pussy like he should've the day he moved in with you.
you feel him probe into your pussy once more, though this time, he finally pushes in more than just the tip. you're warmer inside the deeper he goes, and it has him dizzy with lust. he sucks on the skin of your throat while squeezing your breasts and nuzzling firmer against you.
"it's so big, ji..." you whine, eyes rolling back when he pushes in halfway, stilling inside you to let you adjust to the stretch. "feels like you're in my tummy."
the burn wasn't terrible, but it was obvious you've never had anyone as big as toji inside you. " 's okay baby," he grunts. "we can go slow this time. gonna take good care of my girl." as he pushes in deeper, his cockhead prods against the frontal wall inside your pussy, rubbing against it and seeking for the spot that makes you - ah. right there.
"mngh! toji!" you squeal, bucking your hips to try and relieve yourself from the pressure of his cock on your weak spot, but he makes no move to pull back. in fact, he sheathes his cock fully inside you, stuffing you to the hilt in one mean thrust.
your puffy walls constrict around him immediately, and because it just feels so good, velvety soft and hot insides massaging his cock, he wraps his arms around you and begins to fuck you back onto his cock while driving his hips upwards to meet you halfway, splitting you open around him and thrusting perfectly into your soft cunt. toji feels what a tight fit it is, his fat cock smushing your gooey walls and taking up all the space inside you.
he bottoms out with each thrust, not giving a single crevice of your insides mercy whenever he thrusts into you. he insists on every bit of you getting filled, and his hips roll upwards when he hilts in you to make out with your cervix, giving you some stimulation to the deepest part of your channel - your womb.
then he pulls back, hands still mashing your breasts with his palm because he just can't get enough of how fucking soft and pudgy you are. made for his big hands to grope and squish. you have his dream body in a woman, he thinks. he moans and licks up your neck, taking an inhale of that delicious shampoo you use, before tipping your head back so he can kiss you sloppy and gross while his cock pounds your swollen cunt.
you've started to chase his thrusts now, not needing him to pull you back to meet them anymore, because you're practically throwing your ass back on his dick, your pussy swallowing up his cock. and every plunge of his cock inside you has the creamy micture of your arousal and his own leaking pre-cum, mixing it together into a white lather that coats your folds and around his cock.
but each wet thrust of his cock inside you displaces the pools of moisture gathered between you and toji, making a mess on the bed below you, though neither of you care because you're focused on fucking and rolling your tongues together in a heated kiss.
toji pulls his mouth off yours with a wet pop, placing a kiss to your jaw and cheek while letting his feelings out to bare. "wanted fuck- t'get my hands on you f'months now, baby." he groans, his heavy, swollen balls slapping against your clit with a fleshy, rhythmic thwack. "wanted ya in my bed, kissin' me, fuckin' me to sleep instead of trying to hear your breaths down the hall with you sleepin' in your own room."
you brush your mouth against his, chest heaving with every breath as he reveals his feelings to you. that he wanted to share a room with you from the start, that he's always wanted to be close to you. "could've ngh, right there! just asked me..."
with a smirk, toji purposefully drags his shaft slow and torturous against your walls, feeling your pussy cling to him the longer he takes to draw back, and instead of pulling back all the way, he stuffs his cock back inside you, grunting low while mouthing your cheek. "yeah? you gonna let me touch you whenever i want?"
you pout and try to turn your face away so he doesn't leave a hickey on your face, and he moves to capture your lips in another kiss, murmuring, "hm?" against you.
you nod, granting him that silent permission, and his thrusts instantly speed up with the excitement of the new relationship about to bloom between the two of you.
the bed groans under the force of his hips, and he's already feeling that he's starting to cum as a load splurts out of him, adding to the pre-existing mess. "good. cause 'm not gonna get my fill of this pussy, or you, in just one night." your body reacts in time with his as his balls slap lewdly into your flesh, as more of your juices squeeze out of you and froth around the base of his cock, spilling along his body.
his noises are almost as loud as yours now, what with how hes moaning into your mouth and swirling his tongue around yours while his cock leaks out cream in your messy pussy. the coldness from earlier is nowhere to be found, as the room is just humid from the steamy sex the two of you are having.
he can feel that final bout of cum about to hit, the veins lining his cock bulging and pressing into your walls. he lets out one last low growl, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. you wrap your pussy snugly around his cock for him to empty his load right into you.
but he won't cum without you. he wouldn't want to leave his girl out.
he slides his hand down to rub at the hypersensitive, swollen nub seated pretty on your cunt and rubs it in gentle, coaxing circles, eager to push you over the edge alongside him. "toji! i'm gonna cum, please just... oh fuuuck-"
he presses down, grinding two fingers against the peak with a pressure that makes your hips buck against him. and just like that, you're creaming again, but this time around his cock. the inner walls of your pussy begin to twitch, involuntary spasms that grip his shaft with a desperate, milking force. toji doesn't slow down. he increases the pressure, his fingers rubbing your clit while your pussy gushes cum.
with one last thrust, toji stuffs his cock inside you, his whole body locking up. thick, hot ropes of cum pump deep into you, clinging to your walls while the excess shoots right into your womb, flooding it with his heavy seed. he clutches you all throughout his orgasm, body shuddering against yours as he thrusts shallowly into you, keeping you plugged full while soothing you with warm cuddles.
dating an athlete is never easy, and your old relationship with sae proved that.
you learned that early on, it wasn’t the kind of relationship people envied up close. from far away, he was sae. attractive, talented, and composed. being loved by someone like him sounded like a dream honestly.
but those dreams didn’t include missed calls at 2 in the morning, or messages left on delivered for hours, the way your plans always came second to his schedule, the month long trips he needs to go for his games.
you were always waiting.
waiting for his replies and calls, waiting for the rare days he’d plan a meet up with you. and you never blamed him. because when he was there, when he chose you over everything else for even just a few hours, it made you feel like everything you waited for was worth it.
he wasn’t overly affectionate but he always stayed, always did his best to reassure you and comfort you without saying it out loud. his hand would rest at your back, subtle but warm. his voice would drop when he spoke to you, quieter and soft. all these things special to you and only you.
those moments made everything else fade.
you’d sit beside him, memorizing the way he existed. while he lets out the quiet exhale when he finally relaxed with you.
“you have such pretty eyes sae.” you say softly.
“staring in public? hmm.” he muttered, then he glanced at you, “yours are prettier.”
you laughed, nudging him. but his hand caught yours before you could pull away, holding it loosely.
“i hope our kids have your eyes.” you quietly spoke, he only smiles. he didn’t say anything else, he didn’t have to. that was enough.
you got used to the goodbyes too, that was part of loving him. every meeting with your boyfriend came with an ending already waiting at the door.
“you better.” you’d reply, trying to keep it light.
he’d glance back one last time, like he wanted to say more, but never did.
then he’d leave. and you’d stand there a little longer than necessary, holding onto the warmth he left behind.
it hurt. it was painful. every single time.
but you told yourself it was fine, because there would always be a next time. another call, another visit, another moment where he’d choose you again. that was enough to keep you going.
it started small, you didn’t even notice it at first. his calls were getting shorter, his messages were less frequent, and his excuses that made sense but felt distant.
‘we’ll talk later.’ he said it on call once. but later came less and less.
you didn’t push, you shouldn’t. you knew how much his career meant to him, it wasn’t just for him but also for your future. you didn’t want to be something that weighed him down.
but you felt it, the shift. the space between you both. and then came the silence, the absence. it was like he was never your boyfriend and instead just some celebrity fling. your messages stopped being replied to, your calls went unanswered.
and days only turned into weeks. you told yourself he was just busy, then you told yourself he’d come back when things settled. then you stopped telling yourself anything at all.
because deep down, you understood that he had left. no break up message, no big talk. it was like he had forgotten about you. while you were overthinking, he had left you behind.
you tried to move forward too, you really did. you filled your time, tried keeping yourself distracted, surrounded yourself with anything that could keep your mind from drifting back to him.
but it was hard because everything reminded you of him. especially when he’s on tv, on social media, on articles and billboards you don’t even check. he was fucking everywhere.
you even had to turn your phone off because the feeling of your phone buzzing always had that brief and stupid hope that it might be him.
you told yourself it was over. that whatever you had with sae itoshi existed in a past that wasn’t coming back. and slowly, you started to accept it.
the knock on your door came at the worst possible time. it was late evening, with the kind of silence you had tried to live with despite the memories flooding one by one.
you almost didn’t answer. but something made you get up anyway.
when you opened the door, you didn’t process it at first. because it didn’t make sense.
he stood there like nothing had changed. he looked calm, composed, nothing like you.
sae.
you were speechless for a moment, “…what?” was all you managed. he didn’t answer right away. just looked at you, like he was taking you in, making sure you were real.
“i’m back,” he said finally.
he said it like it was simple. like he hadn’t disappeared for weeks. like he hadn’t left you to piece things together on your own.
your grip tightened on the door. “fuck… fuck fuck. fuck sae! you don’t get to just say that!” you said, voice shaking despite your effort to stay calm.
he didn’t react much, but you caught the slight shift in his expression.
“i know.”
“do you?” you shot back. “because you left. you didn’t say anything, you didn’t—”
“[name]. please. i know, i know.” his voice weakens, “i’m sorry, i just.” he lets out a heavy breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t continue.
he looked down briefly, then back at you. “—fuck. i thought it was better that way.”
you let out a hollow laugh. “for who?”
he didn’t answer.
you shook your head, stepping back slightly. “sae.. i hate you. i hate you! you don’t get to come back like this, sae. you don’t get to just show up and expect everything to be okay.”
“i don’t expect that.”
“then why are you here?” that question lingered. but then he stepped closer. not enough to touch you, but just enough to close some of the distance.
“because i was wrong.”
that made you freeze, since sae itoshi didn’t say things like that.
“about what?” you asked quietly.
his gaze didn’t waver. “about leaving.” your chest tightened. “shit [name]. i thought…” he paused, like choosing his words carefully. “i thought.. that if i just removed anything that could distract me—”
“i was a distraction?” you cut in.
his expression tightened slightly. “that’s not what i meant.”
“then what did you mean?”
he exhaled, slower and less composed. “i meant i didn’t realize how much i needed you until you weren’t there anymore. i’m sorry.”
that hit harder than anything else. you hated it. because part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to let everything go just to have him back like before.
“you don’t get to decide sae.” you said, quieter, but firmer. “you don’t get to come back just because you realized something.”
“i’m sorry, i know that.” he said again, and it didn’t sound empty. you looked at him, he seemed the same, but not entirely.
“then why are you still here?” you asked.
his answer came without hesitation. “because i don’t want to leave again.”
your heart betrayed you, tightening at his words. you looked away, trying to steady yourself. this wasn’t simple, it never was with him. but he was here, actually here. he wasn’t a voice through the phone, not a message on a screen.
“sae.. i..” you start to tear up, “i dont know. i dont know! i feel like im betraying myself right now.”
“one last chance.” he hesitantly puts his hands up, unsure if he should touch you for comfort.
you take his hand and put it back down, “tomorrow. i’m tired sae.” then you close the door.
you let out a shaky breath. he was there, standing outside, and you were the one deciding what happens next.
synopsis . How they get caught jerking off to you/How they jerk off to you. pairings (separate) . Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, & Nanami Kento x f!reader
content . afab!reader, masturbation, perversion, praise, needy men, phone sex, filth, dirty talk, non-curse au, talking him through it, degrading, implied perv x perv, established relationships, boss x assistant (nanami), getting caught (duh), etc.
word count . 5.6k || author's note: this is a slightly revised repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar (and the writing is lowk ahh), that's why! banner art by Rororogi Mongera. <3
☆ Toji Fushiguro
He’s the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Cause’ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.
What you're rambling on about? He’s got no idea. All he knows is that your soft tone—laced with such a faint sleepiness to it—has his cock aching within his hand.
You don't even notice he’s getting off to you until the big idiot groans out your name like he wanted to get caught in the first place.
The sound naturally makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap at your screen to bring the ongoing call to the forefront of it.
You’d get quiet and he’d get louder, grunting out an all too husky, “Fuck,” that has you smiling to yourself a little. It was in times like this that you felt your ego growing in size.
Especially as you hear him grunting like he were trying to keep his sounds in.
But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, “Keep talkin’, doll,” Toji orders.
There’s the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, “Toji…” You murmur, catching the way he sighs heavily in initial response.
On his end, he’s got his legs sprawled out, the fat heat of his dick squeezed in between his palm, and thick wads of sweat built up along his forehead. He'd been at it for a minute before you'd caught on.
Toji tosses his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name. Huffing, “What?” as if what he’s doing hasn’t become rather obvious to you.
Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes him grunt, “You okay over there? You sound… busy,” You utter teasingly.
“Mmmh… mhm, m’fine, jus’-, hahh, keep… keep talkin’,” His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right now—that big hand of his wrapped around his poor, leaky cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.
You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear just about everything. The sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways he’s known you to do for him, his hand slicks up 'n down his length in quicker pulls due to the saliva and precum mixing together.
“Hahhh, fuck,” Toji pants shortly, forcing himself to slow his hand down just so he can speak properly, “Why’d you stop? Hm?”
“I uh… I thought I heard something, sorry,” You hum as you fake cluelessness. “Anywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?”
Ah, you’d decided to test him thinking he wasn’t paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask. “Uh, you were tellin’ me about your day or somethin’,” He hums casually.
“Riiiight,” You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, “Well, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.”
“Yeah? And what else, doll?” Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.
You grin, “Well, it was pretty hot today but I got lucky since they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, could’ hardly fit it in my mouth,” You explain.
Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?
Toji’s eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouth. You knew what you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.
Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, “Oh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that can’t really fit in your mouth…”
“Hm? Like what, Toji?” You murmur innocently.
Your voice had softened by a lot and was driving him insane. That clearly false innocence wrapped itself into your question and it had the man picturing your expression. The way you’re probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you don’t know what you were even asking him.
Scoffing, “Don’t play dumb, y’know what the hell m’talkin’ about.” Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.
You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, “Do I?”
“Yeah, you do,” Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.
As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something all the more sultry, “I’m really not sure Toji… What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Tell me.”
“Fuck-,” Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, “My cock, baby. Y’know this.”
The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, “Mmmh, I dunno Toji,” God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, “I had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.”
“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, “Where’d y’learn to talk like that, huh?”
You snicker, “From my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.”
And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approaching—damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he'd let it slide for now.
“Hahh, fuck you,” Toji fires back.
“You want to right now, don’t you?” You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. “Wanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?”
His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, “Shit-,” Toji’s haw drops a little, “Don’t stop talkin’, m’close.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum thinking about fuckin’ my throat, right?” You murmur.
And he definitely was, it’s all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being. How could he not picture you on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth all sloppily whilst he fucks that gorgeous face of yours just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?
Then you just kept going, “…Or just from me talking? Do you like my voice that much, Toji?” You ask.
He’s on his end just nodding as as if you could see him. What an idiot. “Yes, shit… You know I fuckin’ love your voice, baby,” Toji tells you.
God you wish you could see him right now. You just know he’s sweating, his tip all flushed over 'n drooling from your every word, large thighs trembling as he gets closer and closer to making one stupid mess of himself.
“C’mon then big guy, cum for me so you can come over,” You purr.
Just then Toji has to squeeze his eyes shut and he almost chokes. “It's late, doll,” He argues.
You tut, “Yeah well listening to you jerk off turned me on, so now you’ve gotta come over and deal with it.”
Some nerve you had. As if you wouldn’t be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from him…
Yet, Toji’s not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, “Hahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be over in ten.”
You snicker, “Make it five.”
He swears you’ll be the death of him.
Scoffing, “Needy ass girl… agh… can’t wait ten minutes?”
“You couldn’t wait til’ I got off the phone to jerk off?” You argue.
He’s smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, “…Shut up.”
You smile, “Come shut me up.”
“Oh I’m about to.”
☆ Geto Suguru
Moaning your name as if that’ll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your panties—Suguru uses your clothes to get off when you’re not around.
He doesn’t bother to call you or text you. It’s usually late when he gets like this, so he just settles for the lace panties you “accidentally” left over at his place.
Sometimes he’s got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off, other times he’s got it pressed up to his nose inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the little O-shape he’s created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuuuck,” Geto moans unashamed into the air. What’s he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows you’re just as much of a perv as he is.
His hand is set nice ‘n sturdy around his deft base as he drags your lack up and down his slobbered skin. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours and hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.
“Fuckin’ miss you, agh,” Suguru would groan thoughtlessly, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue—relishing in the distant memory of how sweet how tasted and how addicting you are.
Within said imagination, he doesn’t even realize he’s moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if that’ll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt til’ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Geto’s hand milk his cock for all it’s worth? Well, yes.
Light and faint whines slip past his lips, “Ha-ahh… taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” Geto groans like you’re right there with him.
Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of it—the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.
Either way, it’s all he can think about right now. And it doesn’t get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.
Oh, the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. You’d suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.
And he’s so close as he thinks about it more—picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-
“Suguru?” The sudden sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before he’s turning his head to look at you.
Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.
You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where he’d left you moments ago yet, here you were—standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.
You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriend’s face, “Are those my panties in your mouth?”
“M-Mmhm,” Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.
Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the man’s mouth.
“That’s filthy, Sugu,” You whisper carefully.
The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way you’d touched him so softly. “Uhuh, I know, baby,” His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.
Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, “You could’ve woken me up if you needed me.” You utter.
He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, “I just needed your panties.”
You frown and your brows tense a bit, “…Pervert.” You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before he’s leaning his face down and closer to yours.
“Mhm,” Geto hums, “Yeahhh, that’s me, princess. Keep telling me how fuckin’ nasty I am.” Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.
You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, “You’re filthy Sugu, gettin’ off with my panties… Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.”
“Maybe,” Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, “But you’re not any better. I caught you fingering yourself to my voice last week.”
You gulp, “T-That was…”
He’s leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, “Different, huh?” He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.
Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively he’s fisting his cock right now, “Yeah…” You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.
His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him, and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.
“Sure it was,” Geto whispers, his voice a lot lighter than you expected it to be. “Now, are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are you gonna get on your knees and take care of me?” He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.
You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you scoff, “That’s no way to ask, Sugu.”
He huffs against you but you don’t miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, “Funny cause I wasn’t fuckin’ askin’.”
“Oh?” You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, “You’re mean when you get caught in the act…”
He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body that’s telling him to press his lips into yours, “Am I?”
“Mhm, as if you’re not embarrassed,” You tease. God you were driving him crazy—looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him, and your hand set low near his cock.
Fuck, one more touch from you and he’d be cumming in seconds. “I’m not.” Geto replies to you.
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, “You sure? Y’know how long I was watching you before I said something?”
“Fuck, how long baby?” He practically mumbles. He needed your touch sooooo badly. If anything, you were too close to not be all over him right now, and it’s simply unfair how his restraint was waning by the second.
“A few minutes. I saw you putting my panties to your nose and everything,” As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.
Your arms wrap around his neck and he’s forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, “Yeah?” He breathes.
You nod and inch closer, “Mhm.”
“Bet that got you all hot ‘nd bothered, huh?” Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, “That’s why you said something, right? Cause you like watching me like this? You like seeing me slut myself out to the thought of you.”
Your eyes were on his lips now and you’d half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, “Maybe…” In response before your lips are finally on his.
Geto can’t even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.
The kiss doesn’t even last that long before he’s letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, “Fuck-, enough of this teasin’, I need you princess.”
☆ Gojo Satoru
You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when you’re not around, but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal person—he sends you a video.
Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, you’re met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins and a pretty pinkish tip twitching for some attention—you’re left to stare at the bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then there’s his voice that you hear about five seconds in.
“Wanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,” His tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and swallow thickly. Thank god for your headphones—despite being home alone—because you could hear every little sound. “You’re lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, y’know.”
Although he can’t hear you, you scoff, “Slut.”
“Got’ this hard thinking about you,” Gojo whispers, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, “I miss you, pretty girl,” His words and the way he’s slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and it’s only been a few seconds.
Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his hand—how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his sticky tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead to push at the translucent slick building up there, and how he lets out a hiss in response.
Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, “Fuuck, I wish it was you touching me right now. You always make me feel s’good,” Gojo pants unintentionally, “Miss your lips on me too. How long’s it been? A week? Fuckin’ hate leaving you for work…”
You snicker lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside you—his cock is so looong and from his base to his tip, he looks like he’d split you open (he does).
Your thighs squeeze together again and you’re starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.
And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video he’s sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but you’re interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.
You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.
Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, “H-Hello-“
“Knowing you’re watching that video isn’t enough for me,” Gojo huffs out, his camera now propped up for you so you can see most of his body.
His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, and his legs are spread far ‘n wide—erect and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand hauls his palm up and down. Gojo’s got his head thrown back and you have the clearest view of his glistening Adam’s apple, a slip of sweat sliding down from it and to his chest.
He’s panting all crazy-like, his hand fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video you’d been watching, “Show me somethin’ baby, I need you,” Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.
You gulp, “S-Satoru, I-“
“Please?” He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, “Wanna see somethin’ pretty, show me your pussy, please?”
It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how he’s done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.
“Spread yourself apart for me, baby,” Gojo groans out. You’re following his every word as you part your legs wider and move two fingers to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.
“Mmh, like this, ‘Toru?” You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.
You see the way Gojo’s jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, “Juust like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss being inside you,” Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, “Look how wet you are for me and I’m not even there, shit.”
You’ve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, “It’s cause of your video..”
“Yeah?” Gojo smiles, “You liked watching me jerk off?”
His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.
“Uhuh,” Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.
“Shiiit,” He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. He’d started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, “Look at that pussy leak for me-, holy fuck.” Your husband moans, “Does my voice get you like this too?”
You’ve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you can’t move your eyes away from his needy cock, “M-Mhm…” You hum.
“Aww, babyyy,” Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, “Look at your fingers trying to please you like how I do,” He cracks a smile, “Doesn’t feel the same, does it?”
Shaking your head, “N-No, ‘Toru. I need you.”
“Hahh, need you too, sweetheart.” Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, “Look at how fuckin’ hard I am cause of you.” He huffs just before glancing down to himself.
Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.
You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, “Mmmh…”
“M’gonna get home and fuck you nice 'n full, I swear.” Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.
Your lips part and you exhale heavily, “Can’t wait.”
“Yeah?" Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, “Maybe I’ll get you pregnant so I have an excuse not to leave you like this.”
Your legs start to close a little and you moan, “Satoru, m-mgh…”
“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” He groans pornographically into the air, “Wish I was cumming inside you, fuckin’ you dumb, watching you make a mess on me-, hahh… agh…” His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and he’s panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.
“T-Toru,” You whine for him—missing him oh so desperately now that you’re nearing your own orgasm.
“Yeah, mhm, m’here baby,” Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, “C’mon, cum with me. You can do it, pretty girl.”
You’re nodding, he’s nodding—both of you are getting there together and whining each other’s names. Gojo’s veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.
“Miss you so fuckin’ much,” Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingers—the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.
Fuck, he needed to get home soon.
☆ Nanami Kento
You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.
“Oh fuck,” Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered his office yet.
With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His bulky thighs parted like some slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.
Truth be told, it’s your fault he’s like this—his cute lil’ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts he’s asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.
Sure, he’s your boss but he’s also the same man that fucks you til’ you can’t walk straight whenever you request him to do so.
But this? Well, you’ve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.
Nanami’s got his eyes shut and he’s huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.
He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same way—thinking of fucking you til’ you’re making so much noise that he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth just to shut you up.
“Fuuck,” It’s rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.
His eyes bat open and he doesn’t bother stopping because he already knew it was you who’d walked in, you’re the only one who does so without knocking.
“Sir?” You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.
“Here, now.” Is all he can grunt out to you.
You’re moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. “Mr.-“
“Kento,“ He utters, “Please, fuck-, just… hahh, say my name, sweetheart.”
“Kento,” You correct in a sultry tone, “I didn’t know you were… occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-“
Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, “No one but you would,” He huffs, “Now get on my desk.”
You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself-, just…” He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, “Oh fuck, I need… hah, fuuck.”
You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, “Need what, Ken? Get it out…” You whisper.
“Damn vixen,” Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.
Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit white—cum peeping out from his plump, sweltering tip and making you swallow thickly.
You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, “Do you want me to touch you?”
His response is instant, “God, yes.”
“How?” You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, “How do you want me to touch you?”
Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, “Anywhere.”
You tease, “Anywhere?”
“Yes, hurry up,” Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.
Playing off of that, “Needy are we?” You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.
“Yes,” He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, “J-Just-“
Oh he can’t even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and he’s groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his dick tighter.
“Shit,” Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.
“You’re one naughty man, y’know. Did you want me to catch you like this?” You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.
Nodding and humming a carefully little, “Mhm,” In response, Nanami’s completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path you’re on.
You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, “Ken…”
“Y-Yes?” He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for it—he knows you’ll tease him more about it later.
Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, “You’re drippin’ onto the floor,” You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. “Making suuch a big mess all because of… what? Hm?”
“You,” He huffs, “You and that… that fucking skirt,” Nanami says through gritted teeth.
“Well,” You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, “If you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.”
His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanami’s lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.
“Yeah?” He hushes out.
Then he’s pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then there’s a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.
It’s hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, “Lay back and spread your legs for me then,” Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.
You gulp, “Sir, I-“
He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, “You said I could get that skirt off of you. Don’t go back on your word and do as I said.”
Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.
The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.
Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, “And don’t be too loud like last time… You don’t want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?”
You release a scoff, “Says the man who was jerking off in his office.”
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ six years of tension snap when satoru’s jealousy finally explodes, leading to a heated argument that turns into a desperate, messy hookup where he makes it very clear you’ve always been his.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, porn with plot (but its mostly porn lmao), best friends to lovers, jealousy, satoru is down bad, lot of kissing, handjob, big dick!satoru, biting, begging, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, missionary + doggy style, praise, dirty talk, satoru is pathetic.
gojo satoru had been your best friend for six years, and in that time, you'd learned to accept certain things about him.
one — he was obnoxiously handsome. not in a way that felt fair or earned, but in the kind of effortless, god-cheated way that made waitresses forget his order and strangers stop him on the street to tell him he should model. satoru had white hair that never seemed to have a bad day, lashes so long they cast tiny shadows on his cheeks, and eyes so blue they looked like someone had turned up the saturation on just him while the rest of the world stayed normal.
two — satoru had very, very loud opinions, especially about anyone you dated.
you'd noticed the pattern about a year into your friendship, when you'd casually mentioned a guy from your psych class who'd asked for your number. satoru had been sprawled across your couch, stealing your fries, and he'd gone still for a second before tilting his head and saying;
"him? really? he's got weird eyebrows."
you'd blinked at him.
"his eyebrows are fine."
"they're asymmetrical," satoru had said, like that was a real crime. "and he laughs like a seal. you really want to listen to that for a whole date?"
you'd gone on the date anyway.
the guy's eyebrows had been perfectly normal, and his laugh had been genuinely nice, but satoru's comment had stuck in your head the whole time, making you hyperaware of things you never would have noticed otherwise.
that was his gift, or his curse, you hadn't decided yet.
since then, there had been others;
a very sweet and cute guy from your economics discussion group who satoru had dismissed as "way too short for you" (he’d been five eleven). a sweet philosophy major who satoru had claimed "smelled like soup" (he hadn't). a theater student who satoru had said was "obviously using you to get over his ex" (that one had actually been true, and you'd hated admitting satoru was right).
each time, satoru had been there, lounging in your space like he belonged there, making comments that ranged from mildly annoying to borderline cruel. and each time, you'd rolled your eyes and gone on the date anyway, because that was just how satoru was; opinionated, dramatic, a little bit of an asshole.
but satoru was also the one who showed up at your door at 2am with takeout when you failed a midterm.
the one who let you cry on his shoulder after the theater student broke your heart, the one who remembered how you took your coffee and which side of the bed you slept on and the name of your childhood stuffed animal.
so you let the comments slide, mostly.
but this time was different.
this time, his name was jaehyun, and you'd met him at a house party two weeks ago — the guy was in grad school for architecture, had kind eyes and a quiet laugh, and when he'd asked you out for coffee, you'd felt that little flutter in your chest that you'd almost forgotten existed.
you'd mentioned him to satoru casually, the way you always did, expecting the usual eyeroll and some stupid comment about jaehyun's haircut or his shoes.
what you got was something else entirely.
"jaehyun?" satoru had repeated, his voice doing something very strange — going flat in a way it never did. "what kind of name is jaehyun?"
"a perfectly normal one," you'd said, not looking up from your phone. "he's in grad school. architecture. really sweet."
"architecture," he had echoed, like you'd said jaehyun collected human teeth. "so he draws buildings. cool. very exciting."
you'd glanced up then, frowning.
satoru was sitting across from you at the campus coffee shop, his long legs stretched out under the table, one of his legs pressed against yours in that way he always did — like he needed to be touching you to exist properly. his sunglasses were pushed up into his white hair, and his expression was carefully, almost aggressively, neutral.
"what's your problem?" you'd asked.
"nothing," he'd said, too fast. "no problem. i'm thrilled for you. jaehyun the architect. hope he designs you a very nice house."
you'd stared at satoru for a very long moment, waiting for the usual punchline. but he'd just smiled — that big, fake, toothy smile that meant he was annoyed about something and pretending he wasn't at all.
you'd let it go. you were used to satoru being weird.
but over the next week, his weirdness escalated into something you couldn't ignore.
it started small; satoru started showing up at your apartment unannounced, which wasn't new — he'd always done that, letting himself in with the key you'd given him after he'd climbed your fire escape twice in one week. but before, he'd text first, or at least announce his presence with a dramatic "honey, i'm home!" as he walked through the door.
now, he just appeared.
you'd be doing dishes, and suddenly there he was, leaning against your doorframe like he'd been there the whole time. you'd be studying at your desk, and satoru’s chin would appear over your shoulder, his chest warm against your back, asking what you were doing in a voice that was way too low for the question he was asking.
and god, the touching.
satoru had always been touchy. you'd known that about him from the beginning — the way he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, rest his hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, drape his legs over yours when you sat together on the couch.
he was a physical person, and you'd never minded, because it was just satoru.
but this was very different.
now, satoru’s hand found the small of your back every time you stood next to him. his fingers brushed your wrist when you handed him something. when you sat on the couch together, he pulled you against his side like you might float away if he didn't hold you down, his arm tight around your waist, his thumb tracing circles against your hip.
and it was always casual, always easy, like he wasn't even aware he was doing it.
but you were aware.
painfully aware, every time his thigh pressed against yours, every time his breath ghosted across your neck when he leaned in to look at your phone, every time his fingers lingered on your skin a second longer than they needed to.
you didn't say anything. because what would you even say? 'hey, why are you touching me so much?' that sounded crazy. he was your best friend, and best friends touched.
but then came the comments…
"so when am i meeting jaehyun?" satoru asked one afternoon, sprawled across your bed while you got ready to go out.
you weren't even going out with jaehyun — you were simply going to a study group — but satoru had shown up forty minutes ago and hadn't left.
"you're not," you said, digging through your closet for a hoodie. "we've been on two coffee dates. it's not serious."
"but it could be," satoru said.
it was not a question, and his blue eyes tracked you across the room, and you felt them like a physical weight.
"maybe," you said, because you didn't know yet.
jaehyun was nice. jaehyun was safe. but jaehyun didn't make your heart race in that annoying, confusing way that made you want to scream.
satoru made a sound in the back of his throat, something low and very dissatisfied.
"jaehyun wears new balance sneakers," satoru said, like he was delivering a closing argument. "new balance! do you really want to be seen with a man who wears new balance?"
you turned to look at him.
"you're wearing crocs right now."
"crocs are ironic," satoru said, completely serious. "new balance is a cry for help."
you threw a pillow at him. he caught it without looking, grinning, and you tried to ignore how your stomach flipped.
the worst night, the night everything broke, started like this;
you had a date, a real one.
jaehyun had texted you earlier in the week asking if you wanted to go to that new ramen place downtown, the one with the hour-long wait and the broth people wrote blog posts about. you'd said yes, because you'd been wanting to go, and because jaehyun's texts made you smile, and because you were trying very hard to be normal about all of this.
you hadn't told satoru.
not because you were hiding it, exactly, but because you knew damn well — you knew — what would happen if you did; the comments, the touching, the way he'd look at you with those too-blue eyes like he was trying to communicate something you didn't have the vocabulary to understand.
so you kept it to yourself.
you got dressed in your room, you picked out a black dress that made you feel so pretty, you did your makeup carefully in the bathroom mirror. your hair fell prettily in waves around your shoulders, and you added a necklace — something delicate, something that caught the light.
you casually were just reaching for your black coat when the front door opened.
"satoru," you said, and your voice came out strangled.
your best friend stood in your doorway, and for a moment, neither of you moved. his eyes swept over you — the dress, the makeup, the necklace — and something flickered across his face; something fast and dark that he smoothed over before you could fully read it.
"going somewhere?" satoru asked, and his voice was light, but his jaw was tight.
you should have lied. you should have said study group, or grocery shopping, or literally anything else, but you'd never lied to satoru before, not about anything that mattered, and you didn't know how to start now.
"i have a date," you said. "with jaehyun."
the silence that followed was deafening.
satoru didn't move; he simply stood there, one hand still on the doorknob, his body blocking the doorway like he could physically prevent you from leaving. his white hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he was wearing that black sweater you liked — the one that made his shoulders look impossibly broad.
"jaehyun," he repeated flatly.
"yes," you said, and your voice came out smaller than you intended. "jaehyun. the architect. the one i told you about."
"i know who jaehyun is," satoru said.
he completely stepped into the apartment, finally, and pushed the door closed behind him. the click of the lock was weirdly loud in the quiet room.
"i just thought you would have better taste."
the casual cruelty of it stung.
you felt it in your chest, sharp and hot, and suddenly you were so tired — tired of the comments, tired of the games, tired of the way satoru touched you and looked at you and made you feel like you were constantly missing something obvious.
"what is your problem, satoru?" you asked, and your voice cracked in the middle.
satoru blinked. "what?"
"you heard me."
you turned to face him fully, your coat completely forgotten on the couch. your hands were shaking, so you curled them into fists at your sides.
"every single time i mention someone, you have something to say. their eyebrows are wrong, they're too short, they smell like soup—"
"the soup thing was valid—"
"it wasn't!" you shouted, and satoru's mouth snapped shut. "it wasn't, satoru. and now it's jaehyun, and you won't even give him a chance. you show up at my apartment without warning, you won't stop touching me, you look at me like—"
you stopped, breathless, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.
satoru was watching you with an expression you'd never seen before. his usual mask — the arrogant smirk, the lazy confidence, the annoying playfulness — had slipped away entirely. underneath was something raw. something hungry.
"like what?" satoru asked, and his voice was low. rough. "like what, sweetheart?"
you shook your head, stepping back, and your legs hit the edge of the couch.
"this isn't fair. you can't just—you don't get to act like this every time i try to move on. you don't get to be jealous when you're the one who—"
"jealous?" satoru laughed, but there was no humor in it. "you think i'm jealous?"
"i know you are," you said. "everyone can see it, satoru. suguru sees it. shoko sees it. i'm pretty sure my neighbor across the hall sees it, and she's half-blind."
satoru's jaw tightened.
he took a step toward you, then another, until he was close enough that you could smell his cologne — something clean and warm, like cedar and vanilla. his hand came up, and you flinched, but he just tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his long fingers trailing down the side of your neck.
"and what if i am?" he murmured. "jealous. what if i can't stand the thought of you going out with him tonight? what if i've been going crazy for weeks, watching you text him, hearing you say his name—"
"then you should have said something," you whispered, and your voice broke on the last word.
satoru's hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up so you had to look at him. his eyes were almost desperate, searching your face like he was looking for something he needed to survive.
"i'm saying something now," he said. "i can't watch you with anyone else. i can't do it. i've tried—god, i've tried—but every time you smile at someone who isn't me, i want to tear something apart."
your breath caught. "satoru—"
"so if you're gonna be with someone," he continued, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "it's gonna be me."
the words hung in the air between you, heavy and electric.
you could feel the heat of satoru’s body through your dress, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. his hand was still on your jaw, gentle but firm, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
"what about jaehyun?" you asked, and it came out breathless.
satoru's eyes darkened. "fuck jaehyun."
and just like that, he kissed you.
it wasn't a soft or gentle kiss, no, it was so desperate and hungry and a little bit angry, like satoru had been holding this back for long years and the dam had finally broken.
satoru’s mouth moved against yours like he was trying to prove something, his hand sliding into your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper.
you made a little sound — something between a gasp and a moan — and satoru swallowed it. his other hand found your waist, pulling you against him until there was no space left between your bodies; he was warm and solid and everywhere, and your brain had stopped working entirely.
when he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. satoru’s lips were swollen, his eyes dark, and there was a flush creeping up his neck that you'd never seen before.
"tell me you don't want this," he said, his voice rough. "tell me to stop, and i will. but if you don't—"
you kissed him again, because you couldn't not. because six long years of insane tension and longing and denial had been building to this moment, and now that it was here, you couldn't imagine doing anything else.
satoru groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. he walked you backward until your legs hit the couch, and then he was lowering you onto the cushions, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the fabric.
"god, i've wanted this for so long," he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point. "so fucking long. you have no idea."
"then show me," you said, and you felt him shudder.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes roaming over your face like he was memorizing it.
"when i'm done with you," satoru said, and his voice was low and dark and full of promise. "you're not gonna remember jaehyun's name."
and then he kissed you again, and you stopped thinking about jaehyun entirely.
satoru's mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl inside your boots. he kissed like he did everything else — like he was competing for something, like he needed to win. but there was desperation underneath it, a trembling kind of hunger that made his hands shake slightly where they gripped your hips.
you kissed him back just as hard, your fingers tangling in his soft white hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
satoru made a sound — something low and wrecked — and his hips pressed into yours instinctively; you could feel him already, hard against your thigh through his jeans, and the knowledge sent a rush of heat straight through your core.
"bedroom," satoru murmured hungrily against your lips, and it wasn't a question.
you nodded, breathless, and then he was pulling you up off the couch, his hands never leaving your body. one palm flat against your lower back, the other cupping the side of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair. satoru kissed you the whole way down the hall — deep, messy kisses that made you stumble backward, trusting him to guide you.
he did. of course he did.
satoru’s body was a wall of heat in front of you, and his hands were everywhere; your waist, your ribs, the curve of your ass through your dress. he squeezed once, experimentally, and when you gasped into his mouth, he did it again, harder.
"fuck," he breathed, and you felt the word more than heard it.
your bedroom door was open, and he walked you through it without looking, his attention entirely on your mouth, your jaw, the spot behind your ear that made you shiver when he kissed it. the backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fell backward onto the mattress, pulling him with you.
satoru caught himself on his forearms, hovering over you, his hair falling forward into his eyes.
for a second, he just looked at you, like he couldn't believe you were here, beneath him, your dress riding up your thighs and your lipstick smeared across his mouth.
"you're so pretty," satoru said, and his voice cracked in the middle. "god, you're so pretty. i'm gonna lose my mind."
then he sat back on his heels and pulled his sweater over his head in one movement.
you'd seen satoru without a shirt before — pool parties, beach trips, that one time his dorm ac broke and he'd walked around campus in nothing but shorts for a week. but this was different; this was close, and private, and his skin was flushed pink across his chest, and you could see everything.
satoru’s shoulders were absurdly broad, tapering down to a narrow waist that made your mouth water. his chest was defined but not bulky — it was lean muscle that shifted under pale skin as he moved, and there was a thin line of white hair trailing down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans, and satoru’s arms were roped with veins that stood out when he flexed.
he caught you staring and smiled — not his usual cocky grin, but something softer, almost shy.
"like what you see?"
"shut up," you said, and reached for him.
satoru came down willingly, his body pressing you into the mattress, his skin warm and smooth against your palms. you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.
he was all heat and tension, and when your nails dragged lightly down his spine, satoru groaned and buried his pretty face in your neck.
"you're gonna kill me," he mumbled into your skin.
you kissed his shoulder, then his collarbone, then the hinge of his jaw. your hands slid down his sides, over his ribs, and when they reached the button of his jeans, you didn't hesitate.
satoru went rigid.
your fingers fumbled with the button, then the zipper, and then you were reaching inside his boxers, and—
oh!
satoru was ridiculously big.
well… you'd known he would be, somehow — everything about satoru was excessive, after all — but fucking hell, feeling him in your hand was completely different. he was thick and hot and already leaking, and when you wrapped your fingers around him, his whole body shuddered.
"sweetheart," satoru gasped, and it came out as a whine, so high and so desperate.
his hips jerked into your hand involuntarily, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his breathing ragged.
"fuck, fuck, please—"
you stroked him slowly, your thumb spreading the wetness at the tip, and satoru made a sound you'd never heard from him before. it was broken and insanely needy, and satoru was shaking — actually shaking — his long fingers digging into the mattress on either side of your head.
"please what?" you asked, and your own voice was rough.
he lifted his head just enough to look at you, and his eyes were glassy, pupils blown so wide there was almost no blue left.
"please don't stop," satoru whispered. "please. i've wanted this for so long. i've thought about your hands—god, i've thought about your hands so much—"
you squeezed gently, just a little firmer, and his sentence cut off in a choked moan.
satoru buried his face in your neck again, his breath hot and uneven against your skin, and you felt him pulse in your hand; his whole body was tense, thighs flexing against yours, and you could feel how close he was — the way his stomach kept twitching, the way his hips started moving in small, desperate little thrusts into your fist.
"if you keep doing that," satoru said, muffled against your shoulder, "i'm not gonna last."
you didn't answer, you just kept going — steady, intentional, your grip adjusting to the slickness now, your thumb pressing into that spot right under the head on every upstroke. you wanted to see satoru fall apart; you wanted it more than you'd ever wanted anything.
and then he did.
it wasn't loud, that was the thing.
satoru’s breath hitched, held, and then released in a long, shuddering exhale against your neck. his whole body locked up for a second — his back arching just slightly, fingers twisting in the sheets — and then he broke.
you felt it in your hand first; the pulsing, the warmth spilling over your fingers, the way satoru’s hips stuttered and stopped. then the rest of him followed; his forehead pressed harder into your shoulder, almost like he was hiding. his arms trembled on either side of you. a sound came out of him — soft, wrecked, more breath than voice — and you realized his free hand had moved to grip your hip, not guiding you, just holding on.
you kept stroking him through it, slow and gentle now, and satoru whimpered and tried sooo hard to squirm away from the sensitivity even as he pushed into your touch at the exact same time. satoru’s face was still buried in your neck, and you could feel how warm his cheeks were, how damp his lashes were against your skin.
for a moment, neither of you moved.
satoru’s breathing was uneven, hitching every few seconds like he was still coming down, and your hand was a mess, and you didn't care at all.
finally, he lifted his head.
satoru’s face was flushed, his lips parted, his hair a disaster. he looked at you like he'd never seen you before — or maybe like he was seeing you clearly for the first time.
"your turn," you said, and your voice was steadier than you felt.
he blinked slowly, like the words had to travel through fog to reach him, then something completely shifted in satoru’s expression — something dark and determined settling over his still-soft features, a spark of that familiar satoru intensity cutting through the haze.
"my turn," he agreed.
his still trembling hands easily found the hem of your dress, and he pulled it up and over your head with an impatience that made you laugh — a breathless, surprised sound that turned into a gasp when he bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach.
satoru worked his way up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered, his lips hot and wet and reverent. when he reached your bra, he looked up at you, asking silent permission. you simply nodded, and he reached behind you to unclasp it with fingers that trembled even more.
the bra joined your dress on the floor.
satoru sat back on his heels and stared at you; his blue eyes traveled down your body — your breasts, your stomach, the lace edge of your panties — and his expression was almost painful to look at; like he was in awe, like he was in pain.
"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was hoarse. "i don't—i can't—"
"toru," you said, and your own voice was shaking. "please."
that broke whatever trance he was in.
satoru lowered himself over you again, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was softer this time, almost tender, and his hand slid down your body, over your ribs, your hip, until his fingers brushed the waistband of your panties.
he pulled back just enough to look down, and then his fingers were hooking into the lace, but he didn't pull them off. instead, satoru pushed them to the side.
the air hit your wetness, and you felt exposed and seen and so incredibly turned on you thought you might combust. satoru's breath caught when he saw you completely, and his pupils swallowed the very last of the blue.
"all this for me?" he murmured, his fingers hovering just above where you needed him.
"y-yes," you said, and you meant it more than you'd ever meant anything. "always for you."
satoru’s eyes flicked up to yours, and something shifted in his expression; something soft and fierce and terrified all at once. then he looked back down, and his middle finger slid through your folds, gathering your wetness, circling your clit in a way that made your hips jerk off the bed.
"fuck," you gasped.
"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and focused. "that's it, sweetheart. let me hear you."
he circled your clit again, slow and meticulous, watching your face. when you moaned — loud, involuntary — his lips curved into a smile that was almost smug, but then you moaned again, and his smile faltered, replaced by something hungrier.
"you have no idea," satoru said, his finger still moving in lazy circles. "what this sound does to me."
he pushed two fingers inside you without warning, and your back arched off the bed.
it was so good — way too good — the stretch of his long fingers, the curl of them inside you, the way he found that spot immediately like he'd been studying a map of your body for years. his thumb pressed against your clit, and he started a rhythm that made your vision blur.
"right there?" satoru asked, and his voice was strained.
"y-yes—yes, don't stop—"
and satoru didn't stop.
he fucked you with his long fingers like he really meant it, his palm slapping against your clit with every single thrust, his blue eyes never once leaving your face; he watched every expression, cataloged every sound, and satoru’s own breathing was ragged, his hips pressing into the mattress like he was fucking it just to keep himself sane.
"you're so wet," he said, almost to himself. "god, you're so wet. is this because of me? because of what i said?"
you couldn't answer — you couldn't form any words — so you simply nodded, your hands desperately gripping the sheets, your hips rocking against his hand.
"say it," satoru demanded, his fingers curling harder. "say you want this. say you want me."
"i want you," you sobbed. "i want you, toru, please—"
he added a third finger, and the stretch was almost too much, the pressure building in your core until you couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do a damn thing but feel. his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers, and he leaned down to kiss your chest, your collarbone, the side of your breast.
"cum for me," he murmured against your skin. "cum on my fingers, sweetheart. i want to feel it."
you shattered.
it crashed over you in huge waves, your whole body convulsing, your nails digging into satoru's shoulders as you rode out the pleasure. he didn't stop — he kept his fingers deep inside you, he kept his thumb on your clit, working you through every aftershock until you were trembling and oversensitive and crying his name into the quiet room.
when you finally stilled, satoru pulled his fingers out slowly, carefully, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth.
he licked them clean.
his eyes never left yours as he did it, his tongue sliding between his long fingers, tasting you like you were something precious. he made a sound — low and satisfied — and when he was done, and held his fingers out to you.
"your turn," he said, echoing your words from earlier.
you took his wrist and guided his fingers to your mouth; you sucked them in, one by one, tasting yourself on his skin. his breath hitched, and his hips jerked against the mattress, and you felt powerful in a way you'd never felt before.
when you let go, satoru’s fingers were slick with your spit, and his eyes were almost black.
"f-fuck," he whispered. "fuck, sweetheart. i need—i need to be inside you. please. i can't—"
he was shaking again, his composure crumbling completely, his body vibrating with need above you. you could feel him through his jeans, hard and aching, and you wanted him so badly it was a physical pain.
"then do it," you said. "do it, satoru."
he fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down just enough, and then he was there — pressing against your entrance, the head of his huge cock nudging at your wetness, both of you breathing too fast.
"look at me," he said, and his voice was raw. "i want you to look at me when i finally make you mine."
his voice cracked on the last word, and something in your chest splintered; this wasn't just sex, you could see it in his eyes — blown wide, glassy, stripped of every layer of sarcasm and swagger he'd ever worn. satoru looked terrified and hungry and so in love it was almost painful to witness.
"toru," you whispered, and his name felt different in your mouth now.
"i know," he said, and he sounded almost sorry. "i know we should talk. i know we're gonna have to figure out what the hell we're doing tomorrow. but right now—"
he pressed forward, just barely, the head of his cock catching against your entrance, and you both gasped.
"—right now, i need to be inside you. i need to feel you cum around me. and i need you to watch me fall apart while i do it."
you nodded, unable to speak, and satoru pushed in.
just an inch — slow, so slow — and your body stretched around him, full and burning in a way that made your eyes water. satoru was so much bigger than his fingers, thicker and hotter, and the pressure was almost too much. you felt every millimeter, every pulse of his cock as it slid into you, and the sound he made — god, the sound — was something you'd never heard from him before.
it was a broken moan, high and desperate, like he was the one being split open.
"fuck," satoru choked out, his forehead dropping to yours, and his breath was hot and uneven against your lips. "f-fuck, baby. you're so—you're so tight—i can't—"
his hips stuttered, and he pushed deeper, another inch, and your nails dug into his shoulders. the stretch burned in the best way, your body adjusting to him, and you could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny shift of his hips.
"m-more," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "please, toru. i want all of it."
satoru made a sound like a wounded animal, and then he pushed forward in one long, slow thrust until he was buried completely inside you.
you both stopped breathing.
he was everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that bordered on overwhelming, his hips flush against yours; you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the way his whole body trembled above you, his arms shaking where they caged you in.
"oh my god," satoru breathed, and his voice was wrecked, absolutely destroyed. "oh my god. sweetheart. you feel—i can't—there aren't words."
his eyes were squeezed shut now, his jaw tight, and you watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple. he looked like he was in pain. like he was holding on by a thread.
"toru," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "look at me."
his eyes opened, and what you saw there completely made your heart clench; satoru looked dazed, almost drunk, his pupils so blown there was only a thin ring of blue left now, his lips were parted, his breathing ragged, and when you ran your thumb across his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm.
"you're gonna be the death of me," satoru murmured against your skin. "you know that, right? i've been imagining this for six years, and it's still—it's so much better than i ever—" he cut himself off with a shaky exhale. "i'm not gonna last. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, but i can't—"
"then don't," you said. "move, toru. please move."
well… he didn't need to be told twice.
satoru pulled out slowly — agonizingly slowly — until only the tip remained inside you, and then he pushed back in, just as slow, just as deep, his eyes never left yours, watching your face as he bottomed out again, and the expression on his face was one of pure, reverent awe.
"that's it," he whispered. "god, that's it. you're taking me so well, sweetheart. so fucking well."
he did it again, and again, each thrust was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every sensation; the drag of his huge cock against your walls, the way you clenched around him, the little sounds you made every time he pushed back in. his hands roamed your body — your waist, your ribs, your breasts — touching you like he was afraid you'd disappear.
"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was thick. "i've wanted to touch you like this for so long. you have no idea how many times i've jerked off thinking about you. thinking about these sounds you're making right now."
satoru’s hips snapped forward a little harder, and you moaned at that — loud and unfiltered — and satoru's eyes rolled back for just a second.
"yeah," he breathed. "yeah, like that. i want to hear you. i want everyone to hear you. i want jaehyun to hear you and know—know that you're mine."
the possessiveness in his voice should have scared you, but instead, it made you clench around him, and satoru groaned so loudly you felt it vibrate through his chest.
"you like that?" he asked, his pace picking up slightly. "you like it when i get jealous? when i talk about how you're mine?"
"fuck—yes," you admitted, because you couldn't lie anymore.
not with your best friend inside you, not with his skin against yours, not with the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
satoru's smile was sharp and hungry.
"good. because you are mine. you have been since the day you let me climb your fire escape."
satoru kissed you then — it was deep and messy, his warm tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matched his hips. he was fucking you slowly but deeply now, each thrust pushing you up the bed a little, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
that changed everything.
the angle made him hit something inside you — something that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you cried out against his mouth, and satoru swallowed the sound, his hips stuttering before he found a new rhythm; faster, harder, still deep, but no longer gentle.
"there?" satoru gasped, pulling back just enough to look at your face. "is that the spot? right there?"
you couldn't answer, you could only nod, your hands fisting in his white hair, pulling him down so you could bite his lower lip. and satoru moaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward so hard the headboard banged against the wall.
"oh—f-fuck, sweetheart," satoru panted. "you're gonna make me come so fast. i can't—i've been waiting too long for this. you feel too good."
his hand slid between your bodies, and his thumb found your clit, and you nearly screamed.
he circled it in tight, fast motions, exactly the way you needed, and the combination of his enormous cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his thumb on your clit was too much. the pleasure built so quickly it was almost painful, your whole body tightening like a coil about to snap.
"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and dark and completely gone. "cum for me again, sweetheart. i want to feel you cum on my cock this time. i want to feel you squeeze me while i'm inside you."
his thumb pressed harder, his hips moved faster, and he was looking at you — watching every micro-expression on your face with an intensity that should have been overwhelming.
but all you could feel was him. all you could hear was the sound of his breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together, the little whimpers that fell from his lips every time you clenched around him.
"i'm close," you managed, your voice breaking. "oh my god, toru, i'm so close—"
"yeah?"
satoru was practically fucking you in earnest now, his composure completely gone; his hair was a mess, his face flushed, his lips swollen from your kisses.
"you gonna cum for me? gonna soak my cock, sweetheart? i want to feel it. i want to feel you—"
you came.
it surged through you without warning, your whole body arching off the bed, your nails raking down satoru’s back as you convulsed around him. satoru groaned — a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere primal — and his hips kept moving, kept thrusting, working you through every second of your orgasm.
"oh, fuck," he gasped. "oh, fuckfuckfuck, sweetheart—you're squeezing me so tight—i can't—i'm gonna—"
satoru pulled out just enough that you felt the first pulse of his release, hot and sudden, and then he pushed back in and buried himself to the hilt as he came inside you.
his whole body shook, his arms gave out, and satoru collapsed on top of you, his face buried deep in your neck, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself into you. he made sounds you'd never heard him make — broken, desperate sounds, almost like sobs — and you felt each pulse of his cock, each wave of his release, hot and filling.
"g-god," satoru whispered against your sweaty skin. "god, sweetheart. i love—i—"
he didn't finish the sentence, maybe he couldn't, maybe he was too far gone.
you held him, your fingers threading through his sweaty hair, your legs still wrapped around his waist. his cock was still inside you, softening slightly but not pulling out, and you could feel his cum leaking out around him, warm and wet.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, neither of you spoke, the only sounds were your breathing, slowly evening out, and the distant hum of the city outside your window.
satoru's hand was tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and absent, and you thought maybe he'd fallen asleep. maybe you'd get a moment to process what had just happened.
then satoru shifted.
his hips rolled forward, just slightly, and you felt him twitch inside you.
"satoru," you said, your voice hoarse.
he lifted his head, and his eyes met yours; they were still dark, still blown wide, but there was something new there now. something hungry and determined and a little bit feral.
"i'm not done," satoru said, and his voice was rough. "i'm not even close to done."
he pulled out slowly, and you felt the loss of him acutely — the sudden emptiness, the trickle of satoru’s cum that slid down your trembling thigh. but before you could mourn it, he was flipping you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips.
"i've been thinking about this position for years," satoru murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "thinking about how deep i could get. how loud you'd be."
you heard him spit into his hand — you heard the wet sound of him stroking himself — and then he was pressing against your entrance again, already hard, already ready.
"toru," you said again, and it came out as a pathetic whimper. "i'm still sensitive—"
"i know," satoru said, and he sounded almost apologetic. almost. "but you feel too good, sweetheart. and i'm so fucking obsessed with you. i can't stop. i don't want to stop."
he pushed in, and you both moaned.
it was different from the first time; you were still so wet, still so stretched, still so full of his cum, and satoru slid in easier now, way deeper, until you felt him in your stomach.
satoru paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to the back of your neck.
"baby, tell me when," satoru said, his voice strained. "tell me when you're ready."
you took a breath, then another, the sensitivity was fading, replaced by a familiar ache, a familiar need.
"now," you said. "move now."
and he did.
satoru started slow again, but this time it was different.
this time, he was savoring; his hands completely roamed your body — your back, your ass, your hips — and he leaned over to press kisses along your spine. his huge cock dragged against your walls in a way that made your eyes roll back, and he was murmuring things against your skin; things you couldn't quite understand, things that sounded like praise and worship and desperation all at once.
"you're so perfect," he breathed. "so perfect for me. this pussy was made for me. you know that? made for my cock."
satoru’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against yours, and the sound was obscene — wet and loud and relentless. he reached around and found your swollen clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and you sobbed with the overstimulation of it.
"too much?" he asked, but he didn't stop. "or not enough?"
"m-more," you gasped. "more, toru—please—"
he gave you more.
satoru fucked you harder, faster, deeper, his grip on your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. his breathing was ragged, his moans were loud, and he was talking — talking constantly, a stream of consciousness that was half dirty and half desperate.
"look at you. taking me so well. you're so wet. so fucking wet. is this all for me? tell me it's all for me."
"it's all for you," you said, and you meant it.
satoru groaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward even harder, and you felt a second orgasm building — faster this time, sharper, pushed along by the overstimulation and the sound of his voice and the way he was fucking you like he needed you to survive.
"cum with me this time," he said, his voice breaking. "i want to feel you cum while i'm filling you up again. i want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me."
his thumb pressed down on your clit, and his hips lost their rhythm, becoming sloppy and desperate, and you knew he was close, and so were you. so close—
"now," satoru gasped. "now, sweetheart—"
you came together.
it was messy and loud and overwhelming, your body clenching around him as he spilled inside you again, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out his orgasm. you collapsed onto the bed, and he followed you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you, still pulsing.
neither of you moved.
satoru’s breath was hot against your ear, his heart pounding against your back, and you could feel him — getting hard again, still inside you, still not pulling out.
"one more," he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice, even through the exhaustion. "just one more. and then maybe we can talk about how i'm in love with you."
you laughed — a breathless, surprised sound — and satoru kissed your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your jaw.
"i'm serious, baby," satoru said, his hips rolling forward again, slowly. "i've been in love with you for years. and now that i've had you like this—"
he pushed deeper, and you moaned.
"—i'm never letting you go."
satoru’s hand slid under you, finding your clit again, and you realized he actually meant it.
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