accidentally stumbling across your innocent boyfriend's search history?
18+, sub!choso, dacryphilia, established relationship
with a mug of tea in each of his hands, your sweet boyfriend, choso, walked back into the living room where you’d been studying together, only to be met by his search history illuminating across the screen. you’d seen it all.
“how to convince girlfriend to overstimulate you”
“how to ask your girlfriend to hold you down”
“is it normal to want my girlfriend to dominate me?”
“am i a masochist quiz”
he saw you looking — mugs crashing down onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter. and his face, usually so composed, went horrifyingly pale, only to then flush with a violent wave of embarrassment.
“choso,” you spoke softly.
and that gentleness only shattered him further, a muffled sob slipping past his lips before he could swallow it back. he turned aside immediately, shoulders curling inward, clearly mortified, though you still noticed the first tears gathering along his lashes.
“don’t—” he choked out, voice thick.
“please don’t— hngh, stare at me like that… ‘m so embarrassed, i’m so— hick — pathetic.”
you approached him slowly, kneeling beside him as he slid down the wall. you carefully pried his hands away from his face, only to find his eyes red and glassy, completely vulnerable beneath your gaze.
“‘s okay, baby… don’t be embarrassed, you’re not pathetic,” you whispered.
“you’re just… you, that's alright."
he was falling apart in your arms now, forehead pressed into your shoulder.
“i need you…” he sobbed, words damp and muffled into your shirt.
“i-i… shit… need you so much, it scares me— please, baby, please.”
“shhh, it’s alright, choso, you can show me.”
you murmured, fingers threading carefully through his hair. “you wanna show me now?”
you guided him to the bedroom, and he followed without resistance, trembling and pliant beneath your touch. he positioned himself at the edge of the bed, letting himself be slowly undressed by you, every so often leaning into the soft brush of your thumbs wiping away his tears.
once he’d stripped entirely, you eased him back against the mattress. he was already painfully hard, thick cock resting heated against his stomach, flushed tip glistening prettily with pre. a shaky, broken sound escaped him the second he noticed your eyes lingering over him.
you slipped your own clothes off slowly, watching his tear-blurred gaze follow every movement. and when you climbed over him, he released a trembling breath. you wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock, guiding it towards your entrance. you were already soaked, cunt slick and eager, walls fluttering around nothing as they anticipated the stretch of him.
the first touch of his tip pressing into your yielding heat tore a cry from his throat. you lowered yourself slowly, inch by inch, taking him completely until your breath hitched around the fullness. his eyes rolled back instantly, another wave of tears dampening his lashes as your gummy warmth swallowed him whole, clinging desperately to every inch of his shaft.
“ngh— oh fuck— baby!” he sobbed, hands jerking towards your hips, though the attempt to steady you was useless with how violently they trembled.
“ha! feel so good… mmph! feel too good…”
you began rocking against him slowly, rolling your hips in deep measured strokes. every time you lifted yourself, his slick cock caught the dim light beautifully, and every time you sank back down, your cunt tightened around him in a slow crushing pulse that made him whimper.
it was overwhelming for him already — head thrown back against the pillow, tears slipping into his hairline while broken sounds kept spilling from his lips.
“please…” he whimpered weakly, the word quickly dissolving into a mantra.
“please, hngh! please, please…”
“use your words, baby. please what?” you murmured softly.
leaning forward, you braced yourself beside his head, the plush weight of your chest pressing into him. the new angle forced him deeper inside you, and the sudden sensation ripped another gasp from his lungs.
“ah! ngh— i don’t know… ‘m sorry…” he cried, body arching helplessly towards you, hips twitching upward in desperate little thrusts.
“f-fuck… just so pretty— mm! so tight— can’t, hah, focus…”
you felt it too — the way your body drew him in greedily, the rhythmic flutter of your walls around his cock almost refusing to let him go. you kept your pace steady and relentless, every downward grind completely enveloping him and drawing another ruined sound from his throat.
“‘m not gonna— i can’t— fuck!” he gasped, fingers digging weakly into your thighs.
“‘m gonna cum, baby— please.”
“aww— sweetheart, not right now, m’kay?”
you whispered, slowing to a torturous grind that made his hips buck beneath you.
your cunt squeezed him relentlessly — slow intimate pulses that bordered on cruel with how sensitive he’d become. the swollen head of his cock brushed that deepest spot inside you every single time you moved, and you could see the ache of it written all over his expression
“hurts— ah! hurts s’much…” he pleaded, hips stuttering uselessly.
“feels s’good it hurts— shit! let me cum— please. i need to cum inside you, i’ll be really good, i swear, just ah— please—”
the desperation in his voice, his complete submission to you, sent heat rushing straight through your body. you started moving faster again, chasing your own pleasure now, breaths growing shallow as tension tightened low in your stomach.
the room filled with filthy sounds — wet dragging thrusts, the soft slap of skin, his choked moans and constant pleading. every movement pushed him deeper into your heat until he looked completely ruined beneath you.
“‘jus be a good boy, take it f’me, baby…” you whined, watching him unravel completely.
“my beautiful boy, need to cum s’bad, huh?”
that finally broke him.
his pleads dissolved into high, breathless whimpers, body tightening like a drawn bowstring as he desperately thrust up into you. you felt his cock throb harder inside your clenching walls, the first frantic pulses making him choke on a sob as orgasm crashed over him.
his climax poured into you alongside a wrecked moan, dragged from him by the relentless grip of your cunt milking every pulse from his overstimulated cock. his entire body shook violently, back arching off the mattress while helpless whines spilled from him nonstop.
“shit— choso— mm!”
“please cum on my cock, baby— please, need it so bad.”
you followed soon after, climax crashing through you in hot waves as your walls spasmed tightly around him, dragging out every last shudder from his body.
afterwards, he collapsed bonelessly beneath you, still trembling, still sniffling softly. you eased yourself off him carefully, both of you panting hard. immediately, he curled into you again, damp face burying itself into the crook of your neck while his breathing struggled to steady.
“never—” he whispered hoarsely.
“i’ve never felt that— never let anyone see me like that—”
“shh, s’alright, my sweet boy.”
you soothed, fingers combing through his hair while the sticky warmth of his release still dripped slowly between your thighs.
“so perfect, cho. all mine.”
“hngh— don’t say that…”
but he was all yours, completely.
a/n: first choso fic ;P i suck at writing smut >_o
warnings. mdni. gojo accidentally puts u in a mating press during a playfight, dry huming + cumming in pants.
Satoru Gojo is built like a fucking tank and it’s no exaggeration—broad-shouldered, firm, and heavy. Built with a density that makes the air around him feel thin. It’s most obvious when he’s fresh from the gym, black compression shirt stretched over his frame, tracing the hard line of his chest and the way his biceps coil with the slightest twitch of his fingers.
It’s why you keep baiting him into these meaningless little skirmishes—soft provocations just to feel the sheer, overwhelming force of him. To let him catch your wrists and remind you exactly how easily he can fold you into the floor.
Your lungs burn already. You’re shoving, palms flat against the unyielding fabric of his shirt, straining until your muscles shake. But it’s useless. There’s a pronounced imbalance in physical strength, not that you’re complaining (obviously), but he could at least pretend there isn’t and budge a little, for the sake of your dignity.
“Shit, ‘toru,” you grunt, the words squeezed out of your chest. “How much… do you even weigh? Feels like im trying to push a fuckin’ sumo wrestler off me or some shit.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh then looks down at you with a lazy smirk. His chest’s rising and falling in a steady rhythm that mocks your ragged gasps. You’re throwing your entire weight into him, and it barely registers as a nuisance.
“Baby are you serious? A sumo wrestler? That’s harsh, I’m definitely more aerodynamic than that.” he murmurs, playfully whilst continuing to watch you struggle against his solid frame with a look of secret amusement. “C’mon. Put your back into it, I’m barely even trying y’know?”
He sounds too pleased with himself. Your brows pinch together, jaw tightening as your teeth grind in contained irritation. This was your idea, but your competitive streak is now insisting this was, in fact, a bad idea. Frankly, it’s the tone you can’t stand, speaks like he’s graciously humoring a toddler. You want to hurt him. Or, failing that, at least remind him that gravity is supposed to apply to him, too.
So, you move. You hook your arms around him, your legs following suit as you try to wrench the momentum and roll him. For a split second, he shifts—and there is hope—then his hand, massive and quick, snaps around your ankles mid-air and hope is fleeting.
He forces your legs up and back, folding you like a pretzel until your heels are practically tucked behind your ears. It’s a position you’ve been put in many times, but not outside of the bedroom. It makes your skin crawl with heat. You’re exposed, crotch pressed into his. Your tight athletic shorts cling to your puffy folds and offer zero protection from the pressure of him.
“Okay, Satoru, what the fuck?” you choke out, blood rushing to your head.
“Shit reflex,” he laughs, sending a vibration through your trapped body. His crystalline eyes are dark, tracing the way you’re pinned underneath him. “My bad, baby.”
“You’re a dick. Let go.”
Naturally, he ignores you entirely and does the opposite with an infuriating grin that has him looking way too attractive for someone being this much of a prick.
“How about in a couple seconds, hm?”, His grip on you tightens and he hitches his hips forward, growing cock rubbing right against your clothed-cunt, “She feels soft. Haven’t rubbed up on her like this in a while, miss it.”
You look up and his white hair’s disheveled from and there’s a deep flush on the tips of his ears. He’s so pretty. It sucks how that face lets him get away with being such a degenerate.
“Fine,” you breathe out, the word caught in your throat. “Just make it quick. My legs are gonna cramp if you keep me locked like this.”
You don’t need to tell him twice ‘cuz he’s already humping into your pussy like an animal in heat. His sweats are thick, but they do nothing to hide the rock-hard length of him. Each time he drives his hips home, he’s grazing your clit through the dampening layers. He’s got your pretty pussy leaking like a broken faucet—slick patch spreading on the fabric. Each blunt shove against your folds drags a broken, messy string of moans out of you that you can't even try to swallow.
“Shit, feels so good,” he groans into your ear, body getting heavier, slumping on top of you, “we…fuck—we should play fight more often. Yeah? How’s that sound?”
He presses his mouth against yours, tasting like fruity flavored gum and sweets. You’re swallowing his moans, your own breath hitching as he keeps up his bruising pace. Then one final, harsh shove and he goes rigid. His eyes go semi-wide, pupils blown out and unfocused, fixed on nothing as his brain shorts out. Before you realize there’s already a heavy dampness flooding the space between you, white stringy liquid soaking through the fabric of his sweats and bleeding right into your own clothes.
He doesn't move for a long minute, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and lets out a long exhale, his chests heaving and his signature smirk replaced by a look of daze.
"Well," he rasps, a lazy, lopsided grin slowly pulling at his mouth. "Think I’ll give you the win on that one. Though, you're a mess, babe. Completely soaked."
He pulls back just an inch, cartoonishly blue eyes tracking the damp mess of your shorts, "Pretty sure you're gonna need a shower to get all that off you.” He pauses, smiling at you cat-like, “Want to go see if I can fit in there with you? I promise to help with the hard-to-reach spots."
+ another dry humping post act shocked. ty sichee 4 proofreading @ouist
⌞ A/N⌝ 𑣲; i cast whiny!subby!satoru upon ye. hastily frankenstein'd from an old draft of mine. not particularly good but i haven't written anything in month so pls be kind to me lmfao;
“babyyy, please—” satoru choked on the words, almost in a sob, fingers twitching on each plush of your pretty hips. your taste, scent, feel intoxicated him. he could barely breath at all anymore without feeling the high seep into his brain from your toxic sweetness.
kissing felt good, of course it did. kissing while you rode him was sure to leave his brain all mushy for the night, and that's exactly what you planned.
the problem wasn't that, no. the problem was in how long it'd been since you sat there, all soft perfect flesh and curves, just taking him. taking his big cock like it belonged there, filling up the hot, homey, wet space inside you that wanted to squeeze him and make him stay there. your wet, slick pussy drenching his pubes — satoru couldn't get enough of both your little messes and would swear to wear it proudly for the rest of the day, if only you promised to let him have you already.
“are you crying?” you laughed at him, in that silky, melodious way that made his heart beat against his ribs. satoru gulped; he wasn't crying but he might as well be.
“no,” he grunted, hissing as his hips shifted; he wanted to be good and wait like you told him, but... “but can we mm... please?”
“please what?”
fuck. your voice. coaxing him gently, but firmly, tickling his glowing skin with your warm breath as you ghosted a kiss along the corner of his lips— not enough, none of this was enough, how could he stay sane?
he kissed you, messy and with spit and tongue, tasting your mouth like he could devour you from there. reach your core and find sweet, sweet release that you dangled out of reach of his fingertips for close to half an hour.
“ride me,” satoru's voice broke, and he begged, breathless and desperate against your lips. and while you would have loved to tum him for his lack of manners, no 'please' or 'thank you's, the moan he let out when your hips only shifted — and the throb, heartfelt and hungry inside your clenching walls, made you gasp and shiver yourself.
fingers carded through his snow-kissed hair, tugging at the strands above his nape, grounding yourself to truly start bouncing.
“f-fuck!” unexpectedly he cried out, overwhelmed. he squeezed the fat of your thighs, your hips, your ass, your softness. “y-yes! yes, yes please!”
“you like that, mm?” a smirk pulled at your panting lips.
“yes! yes, fuck! baby! gonna— fuckkk,” baby blues rolled along with his head. his adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed his thirst, veins popped in the curve of his neck as satoru's senses quickly got full of you, you, you.
you bit your lip, muffling your own noises to bask in his pretty moans instead. “gonna cum already? so soon?”
“y-yeah,” satoru whined. tears finally emerged, and coated his eyes, glistening as they zeroed in the squish of your walls around his throbbing, flushed cock. up and down up and down, he was hypnotized. “n-need it so b-bad, uhh!” hips gave an involuntary thrust upwards, losing his mind the longer he rambled and went on. “gonna—... g'nna fill y'up... cum aaallll the way ins-side of—... heheh, fuck, all inside your p-pretty pussy. th-thank you, thank you, n-need it so b-bad, need it s-so—... h-hey! no! no no no, please! fuck!”
with your cervix kissing his tip as you settled down again, kisses pressed in a line along his cheekbone comforted him none. your purring, too-sweet chuckles caressed his skin, hugging satoru by the shouldes when his muscles tensed and twitched underneath you.
“you can't cum so soon, 'toruuu~ we just started, didn't we?” you sang, totally pleased.
but satoru could only whimper in response; “you're so... so mean. i'm g'nna get my payback one... 'f these days. you'll see...”
thinking about shoto who always acted so aloof to the point where you thought he was so innocent, maybe never even jerked off before. he was so blushy and shy you were positive he was a virgin, he had to be! he didn’t even kiss you goodnight on your first date!
fast forward to the sixth date, it was a home date, cuddling and watching movies, whispering in each others ears and him making you cum three times on his fingers before the first movie is over!
by the time the second movie started playing he was sinking you down onto his cock, your toes curling from just how big he was. he wrapped his thick arms around you and pounded up into you, grunting when you buried your head in his neck and let all your little whines spill into his ear.
when you came around him for the first time he pulled out and and laid you on your back on the couch and plunged right back in with a nasty squelch. you’re looking up at him with glazed over eyes and he leans down to lazily thumb at your clit and you cum again, desperately clawing at his arms.
and then he flipped you over! you never thought he would cum and you might die from his stamina as he sunk back into you and had his hips smacking into your ass in seconds. he leaned over you, caging you in with him and rutting into you like it was his goal to get you pregnant.
and when he finally came it was with you facing him again and him slowly rocking into you, kissing you so deep, his forearms braced on the couch and his fingers in your hair. it was like he was trying to consume you whole as he filled you with so much cum it was leaking.
and shoto was a virgin! he just watched a lot of porn and hentai and jerked off at least three times a day! why else would he be some calm and laid back and have crazy stamina?
Hiii! I rlly enjoy ur writing and was hoping if you could do some Kirishima x katukis sister!reader?
Kirishima x Katsuki's sister!Reader
Kirishima who’s definitely hiding it from your brother at first. He doesn’t want to, but he knows he’s probably facing death if he finds out. So reluctantly, the two of you decide to sneak around until the time eventually comes.
Kirishima who spends every moment he can with you, he makes sure to spend lots of time with your brother as well, just so that he doesn’t become suspicious. Mind you, he has walked into the common room a few times to find the two of you alone; playing it off like you were just doing homework while your pages are completely blank. And while yes, he’s a bit upset that you’re alone with a BOY, he trusts Kiri enough to not do anything……
Kirishima who’s still a gentleman that wants to take you out on dates, he just has to get a little creative. PDA is definitely very very limited with you two, you’re both constantly worried one of your friends is around to take a pic, or that Katsuki is magically just around every corner. So dorm room dates are usually your go-to. However, Katsuki seems to lack boundaries when it comes to the two of you and likes to just barge in. So you really try to plan around his schedule.
Kirishima who finds himself sitting in the common room on a friday night, all your friends are there. They’d even managed to drag your brother down. The girls started talking about boys, which eventually led the boys to speaking up and joining in. Somehow, the conversation shifted to Katsuki's opinion on you ever finding a boyfriend; He was not shy with his response. Denki just had to ask…
Kirishima who sits there. Physically holding himself back, trying his damn hardest to react. But it’s just so hard to sit there and listen while Katsuki goes off on a whole ass tangent about it, like he’d been waiting his whole life to speak on it. “She’s not fucking doing that until she’s 40. I don’t care who the hell it is. I’ll kill the guy. Hell, I'll kill any guy who even thinks about it.” And on top of that Izuku just had to ask if Katsuki was being a “little too overprotective.” Just pissing him off even more.
Kirishima who tries his best to slowly shift away from where he’d been sitting, right next to you. Trying his hardest to make it not obvious. But your friends were just a little too observant. “Why are you moving like that Kiri?” “Just trying to get comfortable” “uh huh”
Kirishima who’s still unfortunately sitting beside you when you decide to call it a night. Wishing everyone a lovely night. Kirishima doesn’t even register himself speaking. At least not until he sees your eyes go wide, the shift in the room is very noticeable. Everyone had gone completely silent. Even Katsuki who’d been yelling at Izuku seconds before.
Kirishima who can feel his face heating up as Izuku seemingly repeats what had come out of his mouth. “Goodnight…Baby?” it’s only then he realised he fucked up. He can’t even play it off, clearly everyone heard. He could even bring himself to look in your brother's direction, already feeling the glare on him. “What the fuck did you just say to her?” “Goodnight?” “No, the shit after that.” yeah… this was gonna be a long night.
SYNOPSIS: sukuna's looking for someone to handle a delicate piercing, and you're the only piercer he trusts with the job. you both struggle to keep your interactions professional during his numerous appointments- but who's to say what will happen when it's all healed and done?
18+ mdni - WARNINGS: just 10k of porn with plot, unprofessional workplace environment, dick piercings, needles!, oral m!receiving, face fucking, degradation, praise, impact play (face & ass smacking), teasing, humping, riding, standing sex, multiple orgasms, power play, alternating power dynamics— switch kuna and switch reader, pet names, slight edging, pain kink, slight mention of blood, heavy sexual tension, nipple play, choking, creampie, sloppy makeouts, some ass play
A/N: first long one shot that im reposting from my old blog. thank you again for 1k and thank u peps for the title :p
Working in a piercing shop in a big city meant you got a mixed bag of clients. High school kids coming in with their parents for their first nose piercing, college girls getting their bellies pierced together, guys getting their eyebrows done. And you even did the piercings that other professionals sometimes strayed away from due to their… delicate nature.
But whether it was a simple lobe piercing or clitoral hood— you did them all.
The first time you saw Sukuna, he'd come to your shop for an appointment with one of your colleagues to get some tattoos done.
Well, some was an understatement.
He'd come by in the morning every time and wouldn't leave til the shop closed, booking out the entire day. Give or take a year and he looked completely different.
Head to toe, there were thick, onyx bands decorating his chiseled form in a way that was near mesmerizing with each movement, each ripple of his muscles.
It's not like he changed. Even before the ink he was big, burly— certainly larger than any man you'd ever met before. And from the bits and pieces of conversation you'd picked up on, he was rough around the edges.
Always barking out a sharp laugh, voice low and booming. Everything about him commanded attention in such an effortless way, something that most other men wished for.
So no, he didn't really change (apart from his looks) it was actually like he became more himself.
You'd expected that if he ever came back to the shop, it would be for touch ups, maybe to even add more to his collection of designs.
But what you didn't expect, was for him to come back asking for you.
"Where's that girl? The one that does the piercings," his voice rings out through the shop, distinct and gravelly. You know it's him before you even see him.
You poke your head out from the back of the shop, where your room is, your eyes landing on the broad, hulking figure at the end of the hall. Your waiting room isn't small by any means, but it certainly seems that way with him standing in the middle of it.
"You have an appointment?" you question, racking your brain because you can't remember seeing anyone on your calendar at this time— and you'd remember if Sukuna had signed up.
He responds quickly to the sound of your voice, crimson stare finding you immediately. "Nah, not yet," he starts, long legs carrying him towards you with confident strides, "I wanna make one though."
"Oh yeah, of course." You beckon him into your studio, gesturing for him to sit down. And you have to stifle a laugh at the look on his face when he sees the little wooden chairs you have lined up against the wall.
You'd thrifted them a while ago for clients that like to bring a friend or family member with them, but it's a little comedic seeing someone of Sukuna's stature taking a seat in one. For someone so large he was sure moving gingerly, expression suspicious as he carefully dropped his full weight onto the vintage piece.
"Don't worry, it won't break," you assure him, but the wood creaking right after makes you doubt yourself a little.
"You sure 'bout that?" he questions, tone flat but laced with something akin to amusement.
"Well, I guess we'll see," you shrug. "Anyways, you said you wanted to make an appointment?"
He grunts in lieu of a 'yeah'. "Wanna get a piercing done and heard you'd be the best for it."
You hum softly, resting a hip on the side of your counter, your arms crossing in front of you as you look over him. You're curious as to what he's planning to get done. There's plenty of talented piercers in your city, but if he's convinced that you're the one for the job then it must be…
"I wanna pierce my dick." Yep.
He waits, eyes scanning your face for any evidence of shock, maybe a little look of approval to feed his ego. He tries not to care when he gets nothing, just you nodding your head indifferently as you reach for your ipad to pull up an appointment form.
"You know what kind of piercing you want?" you ask, gaze cutting back up to his once you get the form set up.
"Jacob's ladder," he replies smoothly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
That gets a reaction from you.
The slightest ghost of a smile graces your lips and he can feel his chest swelling with pride. He shouldn't really care, he doesn't even know you, but ultimately, he's a confident man who likes to get what he wants. And from the first time he saw you in the shop— tight tank top clinging to your chest, leading away some client who was following you like a lost puppy— he wanted you.
And Sukuna knows he's better than the other losers you pierce, probably just asking you for something basic, something you do every week. He knows from your coworker how often they ask you out, thinking that they have a chance, just for you to politely turn them down and complain about it later. They never had a chance, but Sukuna? He knows he has a chance.
That much was obvious with the way you'd curiously peek in during his appointments, eyes slowly raking over his figure each time, drinking in the sight of him before asking how it was going.
"Good choice?" he asks, standing and crossing over to you as you keep scribbling on the ipad with your stylus.
"They're not too common," you muse, shifting to face him. You ignore the flush creeping up into your cheeks when you see just how close he is now. "But they're a personal favorite so… I'd say yes."
Sukuna's grin widens. "Personal favorite, huh? Favorite to pierce—" his voice drops as he leans down, hovering over you as your lower back presses into the counter, "or to look at?"
Your breath hitches in your throat at the warm feeling of his breath fanning close to your face, and you pray he didn't catch it. But he did. His tongue darts out quickly to wet his lips as his gaze flicks between your eyes and your cleavage.
Recovering quickly, you set the ipad aside, hands coming to rest behind you on the counter. You pretend you don't know what you're doing— pushing your chest out towards him, head craning back slightly to look up at him with that innocent look on your face. You flash him another smile of your own. "Both."
You know it's not professional. But was it so bad to indulge every once in a while? Sukuna was attractive, very much your type, and very much into you.
Your mind flashes through memories of lame dates and unsatisfying hookups, a montage of your depressing sex life as you look over him once more. Every muscle is defined, like they want to show you that they're right where they need to be, his body practically radiating heat. You take in the way his compression shirt sticks to him like a second skin, the way his shorts bunch up ever so slightly around his crotch because his thighs are just that big. Not to mention his voice— the timbre, the way each word rolls so smoothly off his tongue.
Everything about him oozes sex appeal, and you can't help but feel like you'd be crazy not to capitalize on his interest in you.
"Oi, my eyes are up here."
Your head snaps up to see a shit-eating grin on Sukuna's face. That seems to be his signature expression. "Huh?"
"You were starin' at my dick. Not very professional," he tuts.
You roll your eyes, heat pricking just beneath the surface of your skin as you realize that you were just staring at his dick. "Well i'm gonna be piercing it, aren't I? Just checking it out for the job, y'know?"
Sukuna nods slowly. "Right, right," he affirms sarcastically.
"Shut up," you mumble, turning back around so you don't have to see him anymore, worried that your face might betray you even more. "Anyways, it's probably going to be a few sessions—"
You're cut off when a large hand comes to rest beside yours on the counter top. You don't have to see him to know the way he's looming over you again, nearly caging you in.
"Go on," he urges, other hand coming up to scratch his chin as he listens, like he's not being the world's greatest distraction.
"It's easier on the healing process if we just do a few barbells at a time, but there's some wiggle room there with exactly how many you want to do each session," you explain, mentioning that the first appointment can be used as a trial run. He can gauge the pain level and see how many he can handle at a time. After that, you'll determine roughly how many more appointments to schedule.
"So how long's this whole thing gonna take?" he asks gruffly.
"Well… with a couple months between each appointment it could take around a year give or take— but it all depends."
"Alright, think i can do that," he hums, "anything different about the healing process that I should know about?"
You reiterate the basics that he probably already knows, given the jewelry adorning his face already. "… Other than that, it's just no sex for a while."
Sukuna freezes. He didn't think that part through. He'd been so focused on the aftermath— of what it'd be like to have sex once he got it done— that he completely forgot about the whole time during the piercing process.
"How long is a while?" he questions, quieter than his usual self, making you chuckle.
"Well ideally you'd wait until they're all healed," you start, neck craning to see the disappointed look on his face, "but if you're certain that the ones you already have done are healed before your next appointment, obviously I can't stop you. I would still recommend wearing a condom to keep it drier though, and be sure to clean them after."
"Oh, thank god. Okay."
Your eyes narrow. "Don't go sleeping around if they're not ready just because you can't keep it in your pants, Sukuna."
Sukuna shoots you a look of feigned scandalization, free hand coming up to his chest. "Sleep around? Who do you think I am?"
"I think you're someone who likes to sleep around."
That pulls a laugh from him, a low, rumbling sound that makes your stomach flip. "Maybe. But don't worry, I wouldn't wanna mess up your work."
"Better not," you mutter, poking him with the stylus. "Now sign here."
After ironing out a few more details, Sukuna's first appointment was set for a week out. He paid the deposit and made for the door, the bell chiming softly above his head as he left, flashing you a quick wink over his shoulder.
You're behind the counter when Sukuna returns. The glass door sliding open, a wave of heat rolling in with him as he steps out of the summer sun and into the air conditioned waiting room. You glance up from where you were scrolling on your phone, pretending to be busy but more-so just trying to distract yourself from the anticipation of seeing the tattooed man again.
You aren't really one to get nervous before appointments, but you can't help the swirling feeling low in your gut. It has less to do with the thought of actually piercing him, and more to do with the thought of being confined in that small room with him again— this time with his dick out.
Your spine straightens, standing taller as Sukuna strides over to you. Large hands rest on the glass display case between you both, fingers drumming on the top.
"Long time no see," he grins, gaze hungrily trailing over you, just as it does every time he sees you. He lingers on your chest, lips twitching at the sight of your cleavage in the low-cut top you decided to wear today.
All you can do is hope that it's not too obvious the effect he's having on you as you mutter a sarcastic "funny."
"I try," Sukuna shrugs, always cocky. He shifts, coming down to rest on his forearms, the thick limbs stretched out towards you.
Veins litter his tanned skin, running up perpendicular to the nicely healed tattoos, the dark ink a complement to the black painted on his nails. You instinctively shift closer, hips near pressing against the counter, against his fingers that are much too close. They twitch, drifting towards you just enough to brush along the hem of your shirt, soft enough where he could play it off as an accident. But you know better.
You ignore it. You ignore the way that when you don't react, it only spurs him on to tug the fabric lightly between his fingers, playing with it as you ask him about the jewelry he wants. "Silver or gold?"
Sukuna hums like he needs a moment to think about it— like all the metal already planted in his face isn't silver. He just wants an excuse to stay there a moment longer. Until you clear your throat, arms crossing in front of your chest as you look at him expectantly. "Silver's good."
"Finally," you grumble, but it lacks any real bite. "Follow me."
He lets go and you lead him to the back, the heavy weight of his gaze bringing goosebumps to your skin. You don't need to see him to know he's staring right at your ass. It's not like it's his fault, he reasons silently, maybe if you weren't sauntering away, hips swaying side to side with each step, he wouldn't be ogling so hard.
You point to the table as you walk in, not bothering to check if he's watching you— you already know he is, "sit."
"Yes ma'am," he practically purrs as he seats himself on the cushioned top, propping himself up on his arms behind him.
You shoot him a deadpan look, one that you hope hides the fact that his words and the tone of his voice all have your stomach tying in knots. You turn back around to rummage through your drawers and cabinets, pulling out everything you'll need and a singular silver barbell.
"Just one?" Sukuna asks, both skepticism and offense in his tone. Did you really think he wouldn't be able to do more than one piercing in a session? The same man who'd easily sat through multiple tattoo sessions that lasted several hours?
"We'll see how you're feeling afterwards. If you're up for it, I'll just grab some more."
"I'll be up for it."
You sigh— he's stubborn, that's for sure. But if it'll give him peace of mind then whatever. You retreat to grab two more barbells before swiveling back over to him in your little chair. "Happy now?"
He grins, "I sure am, baby."
"Baby? That's new," you muse, pulling on your gloves with a snap.
"You like it?" he teases, shifting in his seat, his legs falling further apart.
"Maybe. I'll answer that after you've pulled your pants down," you shoot back.
Keeping your eyes fixed on what you're doing, you get everything organized on your tray so that each piercing can be as swift as possible. As tempted as you are to let your gaze slide up, trailing over his muscled thighs to the apex of his shorts— you're not giving in that easy.
He wants your attention, that's obvious. And he's already got it actually, but you find that you like toying with him since he seems like he doesn't know that. You like making him work a little harder than he's probably ever had to before, making him think that you're not quite there with him yet.
Sukuna huffs out a laugh, confident and smooth. "Just say the word."
"Whenever you're ready, we can get this over with."
He rolls his eyes, fingers hooking into his waistband as he's muttering to himself, "well don't act too excited."
Only now do you let your gaze drift down to his crotch and— is he hard right now? You don't realize the way you've tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, breath baited in anticipation, but Sukuna does. And the look on your face is enough to have even more blood rushing down between his thighs.
His hips lift up, just enough to slide his shorts and briefs down over his ass. The waistbands catch on the tip of his dick, tugging it along with them as he drags the garments down further. You can see the way the head of his cock slides along the fabric as it fights to return to its upright position, little by little, until it's freed and the full length slaps up against his abdomen.
Your mouth feels dry. Tongue heavy, it sits against the roof of your mouth, feeling like it's filling the entire cavern. You could have guessed he was big. The way he carries himself is a tell-tale sign. He has that kind of confidence that you just know is well-founded, not something used to compensate. But still— "damn."
"You wanna give me that answer now, baby?" Sukuna teases, enjoying your reaction.
"Shut up, Sukuna," you snap, eyes still fixated on the distraction in front of you. He's big, pretty, even. Veins trail up the thick shaft, acting as a guide for your eyes, leading your gaze up to the red tip, all flushed and swollen. Your core feels hot, the initial dryness in your mouth being replaced with a rush of saliva.
"You stare at all your clients' dicks like this?" Sukuna goads, hands coming back behind him so he can recline, putting himself on display for you. He knows that you definitely don't look at all your clients this way, and that you usually are very professional— but nothing about your relationship with him has ever been.
"We might end up needing another appointment or two." You finally tug your gaze away from his cock. His eyes are dark, pupils swallowing the red of his irises as he looks down at you situated between his knees.
"And why's that?"
"Because we're gonna need more barbells than I thought," you explain.
You're convinced you can literally see the man's ego growing at your words and it makes you want to take them back. But you really do still have to be upfront with him, so he knows what to expect throughout this process. "Or if you can handle one more each session then we might not need to drag this out. We'll see."
You grab your marker, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable— when you'll have to touch his dick. Reaching forward gingerly, you glance up at him once more, silently searching his expression for any hesitation. When you find nothing but a cocky grin, you wrap your fingers delicately around the middle of the shaft to stabilize him and hold his length up straight.
It's warm through the nitrile gloves, heavy in a way as it rests in your grasp. Sukuna shifts lightly, sucking in the smallest breath at the feeling of your fingers wrapped around his most sensitive body part.
As much as he loves flirting with you, Sukuna is trying to keep his thoughts and urges at bay.
A part of Sukuna wants to just say fuck the whole appointment, wants to roll his hips and rut into your fist, tell you to take the gloves off and let him feel you skin to skin. Part of him wishes he could make a move on you now, a real move, instead of just dancing around the obvious tension in the room.
But the stronger part of him knows that he can't.
He's wanted these piercings for a long time now, and he'd regret it more if he never got them done just because he couldn't keep it in his pants for a few measly hours.
So, Sukuna wills himself to think of something, anything, but the feeling of your pretty hand wrapped around his cock.
Still, by the time you finish marking up the piercing spots, he's tense as ever. Jaw tight, his signature smirk is gone as he stares down at you through lidded eyes. You clear your throat, quickly looking away and busying yourself with capping the marker and setting it aside. Then you grab a small hand-held mirror and offer it to him. "Wanna check that they look alright?"
He shrugs, snatching the mirror and holding it out between his legs, the sight of his own cock reflected back to him. Only now, there's little purple dots lining the underside of the shaft— where the barbells will be lined up over the next months.
He gives a rumbling hum of approval, handing the mirror back to you. "Yeah, that's good, baby."
And the only thing you see reflected back in the glass is your piss-poor attempt to control your facial expression when those words reach your ears. There's a burning heat spreading across your cheeks as you pick up the hollow needle and barbell from your tray before turning back to Sukuna.
"Ready?" you check in once more, holding the needle and jewelry up.
He bares his teeth in a quick smile as he nods, "'course I am."
You line up the needle at the base, stabilizing it with your pinky. "Deep breath in," you wait until you hear him inhale, doing the same yourself, "aaand breathe out." You press the needle under the skin when he does, swiftly pushing it through and immediately following with the barbell.
Sukuna hisses through his teeth, fingers digging into the plush table beneath him. Pain sears through him, from the piercing site to the tip of his cock, a sharp sting that fades into a dull throbbing.
You sit back, giving him a moment when you see the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes are shut and his chest is heaving. "You can let me know if you'd like a longer break between them," you offer gently.
His eyelids flutter open, heavy as his gaze slides down to you. There's a faint pink dusting his cheeks, his bottom lip swollen from when you didn't even realize he was biting back a sound he wouldn't dare let out. His expression gives you pause, an unexpected intensity simmering just beneath the surface.Then he shakes his head lightly before jutting his chin out at you and muttering a "jus' keep goin'."
If you thought the tension was bad before, it's near suffocating now. You feel dwarfed in your position sitting before him, right between his thighs, with your face inches from his cock. He's towering above you, body broad overhead as he looks down at you intently. The space between your own legs feels as hot as your cheeks, realization dawning on you that you'd mistaken his expression for discomfort, when what he was feeling was far from it.
Swallowing loudly, you nod. You're wiggling awkwardly in your seat as you position yourself once more, trying to ignore the way you can feel your underwear starting to stick to your skin.
You get through two more before stopping, not wanting to do more than three piercings in one session. Normally you'd stop at two, but since he really had no issues with the pain, you figured it was alright. Not to mention he had the space for them.
While you clean up, Sukuna's still sitting on the table, shorts around his thighs as he admires your handiwork in the mirror again. With him distracted, ogling himself, you can finally take a deep breath and try to quell the aching in your core.
You've had attractive clients before, but there's something about Sukuna. The mutual desire is palpable, and you're going to have to figure out a way to keep yourself in check during the next appointments or he might never get all these piercings done.
"You like them so far?"
Sukuna doesn't even look up, eyes still locked on his own dick, "fuck yeah."
You chuckle, amused at how entranced he is by three new additions to his shaft. "Alright, Sukuna, you can keep staring at your dick when you get home—"
"'m not staring, I'm lookin'," he interrupts, handing the mirror back to you.
"Whatever, just put your pants back on."
"You sure you want me to?" he teases, but his hands still reach for his waistband.
"Trust me, I'm sure," you mumble, thankful for the fact that your voice didn't waver, fearful of giving away how much of an effect Sukuna has on you.
"So mean, baby- ah shit!" he cuts himself off, flinching at the feeling of his briefs pressed snug around his swollen cock. "Shoulda worn boxers," he grumbles as he finally gets situated.
You're ringing him up at the front again, giggling quietly under your breath whenever you catch him wincing and adjusting himself out of the corner of your eye. "Aw, doesn't feel so good now?" you coo, eyes running over over his figure and lingering on the slight bulge that remains in his shorts.
Sukuna grumbles something incoherent, ears tinted pink and eyes averting to look at something very interesting on the wall.
"So you know the basics, keep it clean, keep it dry—" you're running over the aftercare with him as you two walk out to the parking lot together. "And don't fucking touch them. I'm serious," you add sternly, jabbing a finger into his bicep which he swats away weakly.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it woman, y'said that shit twice already."
You raise an eyebrow at his tone, pulling a long sigh from him which you take as an apology— it's probably the best you'll get from the stubborn oaf.
Since the beginning, there had been banter between you and Sukuna, though you can't help but think about how much you feel like your relationship has evolved in such a short period alone with him. The few hours that you've gotten to spend cooped up together in your little studio have you two acting like old friends as you part ways now— bickering back and forth, laughing lightly.
There's a slight discomfort in your chest when you think about how you likely won't see the pink haired man for the next six months.
And you experience that same feeling at the end of each appointment.
Every few months you'll double, triple check that your schedule is clear of all but one client. You'll wear those tank tops that you know Sukuna likes and pretend it was all you had left in your closet as you relish in the way that he can't stop his eyes from drifting downwards. You'll lead him back to your room and have him plop himself back onto your table then pull his pants down.
And each time, you're left speechless for a few moments. Like over the months your understanding of his size was diminished, the concept of him was warped with the passage of time to where it feels as though you're seeing him for the first time again.
And he fucking loves it.
That stupid smirk on his face as he lounges like a king, presenting himself before you, his gaze resting lazily on your face— a misrepresentation of how much of his attention you actually have. Because the truth is, you have all of it.
The truth is that Sukuna is just as affected by you as you are by him. Only, both of you are too stubborn to address the tension outright.
But you can feel it starting to bubble over. Like when the room feels too hot to be in despite the air conditioning being on. You can feel it in the silence that followed the first time you pulled his pants down to find Sukuna not only hard, as he always was, but leaking.
Swollen tip sitting stiff and pretty before you and right on the slit it was there— that pearly, translucent bead of precum.
You can feel it in the way your stomach tightens now when your fingers remain wrapped around his cock just moments longer than they need to be, nerve endings firing with each subtle twitch beneath your finger pads.
You can feel the attraction starting to bubble over when you finish the very last piercing, leaning back to see each silver rung decorating his shaft— each one there because you were the only one Sukuna trusted with the delicate task.
The two of you are quieter than usual when you head back to the front counter to take Sukuna's final payment. The weight of a million things unsaid fills the silence between you, but neither of you feels the need to speak them aloud. Instead, you offer him a free check up appointment six months from now. An appointment you rarely set up in advance with other clients, but one you strongly urge him to make.
You just want to make sure that everything heals properly, that's all!
And he eagerly agrees, ever the dutiful client. He wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste because of poor piercing maintenance!
So, it's really best that he comes back in six months, say… around 6:00 pm when your coworkers have long gone home. Just to make sure everything's looking good, of course.
And those six months were by far the worst. The lingering implications of what your next appointment entailed hanging over both of your heads, leaving you and Sukuna restless. But the waiting was worth it.
It was worth it for the feeling of your body practically buzzing with anticipation as you open your studio this Friday at 5:30. You poke your head around, searching for your coworkers. There weren't any cars in the parking lot when you arrived, but sometimes they've been known to take public transport and you want to double check.
You're scurrying around the shop when you hear the bell chime. The soft scrape of the metal door against the floor as it's pushed open. The familiar gruff voice.
"Oi— damn, it's cold in here—"
You still in the hallway as your eyes find crimson. Sukuna lets the door shut behind him, his gaze raking over you as it always does. Only it's slower now, like he's deliberately taking his time, re-memorizing each feature, each curve of your figure.
"Long time no see," you break the brief silence.
"Hey, baby," Sukuna rasps. He's not meeting your eyes yet, still trailing up around your hips, your stomach, your chest. You cross your arms, your signature move when you're feeling impatient with him.
Finally, he looks at you.
Sukuna crosses the room with steady strides to where you're waiting. You can feel your heart rate picking up at the closeness, neck craning slightly to look up at him as he stands before you now.
You forgot how tall he is.
Leaning forward, a finger hooks under your chin, tilting your head up further. "Miss me?"
You scoff like he's out of line for even asking that. Like your face isn't burning up at the single touch of his skin against yours. "Not even a little bit," you lie, turning your head to the side.
He brings his hand to his chest, pouting at you as he straightens up. "Well now you're breakin' my heart."
"Something tells me you'll be just fine, Kuna," you reassure him with a pat on the shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the way your little nickname punched every retort straight out of his head. "C'mon."
Sukuna's hesitant when he walks in after you, like he's not sure what to do with himself. This isn't an actual appointment so he doesn't know if he should sit on the table, or a chair, or maybe he should just stand? He's never found himself in a situation where he felt so out of place, especially after having been in this exact location several times before with you.
You can tell he's unsure, the sight bringing a soft smile to your lips. The ever cocky Ryomen Sukuna is suddenly feeling nervous? Who would have thought.
"How's it been feeling?" you ask, partially as a way to give him something to talk about, and partially because, well, you do want to know.
Sukuna shuffles toward the counter next to you, hip resting against it as he hums, "'s been fine. Got used to the healing process after the first appointment so, wasn't too bad."
"You taking care of them like I told you?" you don't really have any doubts, but figure you should ask anyways.
He scoffs, "course I am, been keepin' 'em squeaky clean."
"Good boy," you coo, biting back a laugh at the way he turns beet red, grumbling under his breath about how you're an "insufferable woman." He's never been with someone so forward, or even dominant with him.
Your hands reach forward, grazing along his waist, fingers dipping slightly beneath the hem of his shorts. You grip the fabric as you push him, guiding him until his lower back is pressing into the counter. "I've still gotta check…" you dip your fingers further, tugging down gently til you see the elastic of his briefs, "make sure you're telling the truth."
Sukuna's hands come to grip the counter, knuckles white. You're looking up at him with wide eyes, bullshit innocent look on your face as you sink to your knees, dragging his shorts down with you.
"How you planning on checkin'?" he breathes, so much of his blood rushing south from mere words and touches, his cock feeling like it has a heartbeat of its own.
You bring a hand up between his legs, resting over the tent in his underwear. Humming like you're mulling over your answer, you palm at his bulge making him exhale a shaky breath. "You're a smart guy, I think you know already."
Taking your time, you stretch the fabric away from his hips, finally freeing his stiff cock. You're licking your lips at the way it hangs heavy before your face as you pull his briefs down to his shorts. From where you're perched on your knees, you have a perfect view of the underside of his shaft— still veiny and now glinting, light reflecting off the new silver jewelry adorning it.
"Fuck, you really made the best choice." The compliment comes easy, rolling off your tongue without needing to think about it because just the sight of him has you rubbing your thighs together, heat starting to pool between them.
"You think so?" Sukuna grins, tongue darting out to swipe across his teeth. He brings a hand to your head, patting it twice. "Go on then, baby, show me ya mean it."
You spit into your palm before reaching for the base, his balls twitching when your warm hand finally wraps around it. Sliding up slowly and back down, you smear your spit around the top of his shaft, the tips of your fingers grazing the edge each barbell along the way. Sukuna's hand weighs heavy atop your head, stroking lightly, a form of nonverbal praise when your tongue lolls out to swipe up the underside of his cock.
"Seem healed?" Sukuna grits out through clenched teeth.
Your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip before parting, lowering, and enveloping the head. You hum in response, making him groan from the vibrations paired with the feeling of your tongue flicking against his slit, lapping up his precum. The sound is deep, rumbling in his chest so loud you think it's the cause of the buzzing in your core.
You pull off of him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip which you break with a swipe of your tongue across your lips. "Feel any pain?" you ask, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue up one side of his shaft, cool metal balls rolling under the slippery muscle.
Sukuna sucks in a breath, fingers digging slightly into your scalp as he shakes his head. You shift and run your tongue back down the other side of the ladder, the taste of metal lingering even when you pull away. "What about there? Does that hurt?"
"Nah— feels good," he grunts, pressing down, urging you to return your mouth to him.
"Didn't think those were mutually exclusive for you," you respond with a smile. Sukuna huffs out a short laugh at that because you're not wrong. He doesn't need to confirm it either— at least not with his words.
You lap at the barbell closest to the base, flicking at it with your tongue before drawing it between your teeth and tugging gently. He hisses, his cock twitching in your grasp at the slight sting, and the moan that follows is enough confirmation of his little kink.
Pulling on each rung as your tongue climbs back up his ladder, you revel in all the sounds you're able to pull from Sukuna along the way. You note the way his gruff moans turn pitchier, louder with the harder you tug. But you're tired of teasing him, wanting to get a real taste of him when your lips part and wrap around his head once more.
"Keep goin' this time— think you can take all of me?" his voice is deep and strained as you start to sink down onto his length, your hot mouth swallowing him inch by inch. Your tongue stays flat along the bottom, running over the jewelry as you force yourself to take him deeper.
You continue pushing him further into your throat, ignoring the way tears are starting to well in your waterline and your jaw is already aching from having to accommodate not just his length but his girth.
"That's it, almost there baby," Sukuna reassures you when you start to gag. The tip of his cock is nudging against the back of your throat, saliva pooling in your mouth but you're determined to take him all.
You slide back off of him until just the head rests on your tongue before sinking down once more. Repeating the motions over and over, you're bobbing steadily, taking more of Sukuna's cock each time until the salty droplets slip past your lashes and drool starts to trickle out of the corners of your mouth.
Soon, you feel the hair at the base of his cock prickling your nose when you finally manage to stuff his entire length into your tight throat.
"Knew you could do it. Such a good girl, deep throatin' my cock like a slut," Sukuna smirks, the degrading praise reaching your ears like a sweet melody that has your cunt clenching around nothing as slick starts to stain the gusset of your panties. "Now suck," he grunts before snapping his hips and thrusting harshly into your mouth.
A muffled whine vibrates around his length as your eyes stare up at him, all watery and desperate as he uses you. Your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging into the skin and making him grit his teeth, the pain and pleasure taking him higher.
"Mouth feels— fuck— fuckin' amazing," Sukuna groans, fucking your face faster, harder, despite the way your tears are streaming steadily down your cheeks as you gag and sputter around him. He doesn't slow, taking no pity on you because still, each time he looks down past your needy gaze, he can see the way your knees are rubbing together trying to create a friction you're craving. "God, you love being used like this, huh?"
You try to nod, try to moan. But all that you can manage is a pathetic, strangled whimper that gets drowned out by the wet sounds of your mouth slurping around Sukuna's cock when you hollow your cheeks.
He chuckles, low and mean, sharp canines flashing at you. "Come on, baby— shit- why don't ya use your words," Sukuna coos, only grinning wider when your glassy eyes narrow at him. "Aw, c'mon, don' look at me like th—aah fuck-"
A moan is ripped from his lips, interrupting his sentence, when you let your teeth ever so slightly graze along the top of his shaft. His whole body is buzzing, the wet heat of your mouth contrasting with the sharp sting of your teeth. You're successfully able to shut him up, save for a slew of curses which continue falling from his lips.
You bring a hand to cup his balls, rolling and tugging on his scrotum, and it's not long before you can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. You hear his breathing turn ragged, his voice strained and choppy and prepare for him to cum, salty and warm on your tongue. Only he doesn't.
A large hand wraps around your nape, fingers squeezing painfully tight as Sukuna yanks you off of him in one abrupt movement.
You're coughing and rubbing your lips, drying your cheeks with the back of your hand as Sukuna stares down at you. Now his cock is aching, throbbing from being denied its orgasm but he needs to feel your cunt stretched around him.
Your eyes are glued on one another, the both of you panting haggardly as you sit in silence and catch your breath for just a moment before Sukuna pulls you towards him. He's tugging you hard by the back of your neck until you're collapsing into him. Hands splayed across his chest, your lips meet in a messy kiss.
Normally, he would have taken his time. Kissed you slow and explored what you liked while his mouth moved with yours— but he can't be bothered. You can't be bothered either.
Pure hunger fuels your actions as your teeth clash, tongues swiping at each others lips, twirling around one another. Sukuna sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and tugging away before letting it snap back in place. He gauges your reaction, smiling wide and cocky against your mouth when your hands grip his shirt and yank him back down to you.
You return the favor, biting hard on his lip, sucking it harshly into your mouth before finally letting go and leaving it red and swollen. You're moaning into each others mouths, what was already a sloppy make out deteriorating further into a slippery mess of saliva and tongue.
Your fingers tighten around the fabric in your grasp as you step backwards, guiding him with you. You're stumbling blind, trying to lead him to your chair even though you're not really sure what way to go. You're too addicted to the feeling of his soft lips and the taste of his groans to break away even for a second, and he can't either.
Sukuna doesn't need to think as he lets you drag him around, just focusing on ravishing you while you figure out what to do with him.
And then you feel the tip of your foot nudging against one of the wheels on your chair, prompting you to spin the two of you around. Only then do you separate from Sukuna with one last kiss before you shove him backwards, making him fall into your chair with a thud.
Sukuna's looking up at you now, eyes wide and pupils blown. His hair is a mess and his lips are bruised and glossy, coated in a mix of your spit and his. You can see the flush on his cheeks get darker, his eyelids heavier as you strip before him.
Your fingers grip the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. You do the same with your pants. Sukuna mimics you, taking off his last article of clothing by discarding his shirt next to yours.
You can't hide the way you're even more entranced by him fully naked now. His abdomen is toned, bulky, his shoulders broad. Dark hair sprouts from his chest, a complement to the untrimmed happy trail that leads your eyes back down to his bush which sits around the cock that's now half covered by his hand.
He's stroking himself languidly as your eyes rake over him, a mirror image to the way he's looking at you as you slip your soiled panties down your hips. You can feel the stickiness as the fabric is peeled away, goosebumps peppering your skin when the cool air hits your sex for the first time. Kicking the garment away, you bring your hands behind your back to fiddle with the clasp on your bra before that too is forgotten on the floor.
"Fuck," Sukuna rasps, hand squeezing himself tighter at the sight of you fully naked before him. Every inch, every curve is perfect, his eyes thirstily drinking up all of you as you strut towards him.
He spreads his legs wider, both hands reaching out to settle on your waist the second you're in reach. And now he sees them— your own glinting modifications. A simple belly ring catches his attention first, his thumbs rubbing along your skin, massaging your hips as he looks over you.
"When'd ya get these?" he purrs, fingers sliding up your waist as his hands move to cup your breasts. You let out a sigh as he paws at them, groping lightly and you arch into his touch. "Fuck, they look good— perfect fuckin' tits."
"Got 'em a while a-ah— ago…" Calloused fingertips pinch your nipples, rolling them gently. Your eyes flutter shut as you move to straddle Sukuna, needing to be closer to him, to feel the heat radiating off of his body. His cock is resting against your stomach, settled between your torsos as your legs rest on either side of his.
"Yeah?" Sukuna asks and you wrap your arms around his neck as you nod in reply. "Good." One of his hands comes down hard against your tit, landing across the flesh with a hard smack!
"Fuck! Kuna," you whine, rolling your hips. His shaft is settled between your folds, your arousal smearing around it and your clit catching on each piercing as you grind down on his lap.
His other hand comes down fast, slapping your other tit. Guess he's learned a little something about you too.
Each hit, each pinch that's a little too harsh, has you getting his cock even wetter and humping him even faster. And those sounds— the pretty little moans that fall from your lips— they're even sweeter whenever the rough palm of his hand collides against your supple skin.
"All of you's just perfect, ain't that right?"
The hand still on your ass creeps inward, your body shuddering when you feel a fingertip circling the rim of your asshole. You arch into his touch, whimpering and distracted until—
Smack!
You fall forward to bite down on Sukuna's shoulder to muffle your cry after he lands another hit to your chest, that one much harder than the last two.
"Asked ya a question. 's rude not to answer," he scolds you, hands rubbing soothingly over your breasts, working to ease some of the pain that's prickling under the skin. "Said ain't that right?"
You're nodding fervently, face flushed and beginning to sweat. "Y-you're right," you mumble into his neck, exhaling long and slow when he tugs a nipple piercing between his fingertips again.
"Good girl," he whispers, head leaning against yours as you kiss down the column of his neck once more. "C'mon," he pats the side of his thigh, "needa feel that pussy, you're leakin' all over me."
You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a little glint in your eyes that he can't quite place. And then you shake your head, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. "Hmm, no."
Sukuna's brows furrow and he tilts his head at you. "The fuck you mean 'no'?"
"So rude," you pout, bringing a hand to his cheek, your thumb stroking it lightly. "Ask nicely and I might."
"Excuse me?" he seethes, eyes narrowing. But you feel the way his cock twitches against your clit, nerves being set alight.
You smack him lightly across his cheek— a warning and a test— your eyes scanning his face for a reaction. The tips of his ears are pink, his chest rising and falling deeply beneath you. "Beg me, Kuna. If you want me to fuck you."
You can see the conflict simmering beneath the surface of a blend of arousal and embarrassment. He's mulling over his words, choosing the right action. The silence is starting to stretch and you're getting impatient so you roll your hips again, pressing hard along his length.
"Please let me fuck you," Sukuna mumbles, avoiding yours gaze.
"You can do better than that," you roll your eyes, hips still moving. You can tell his restraint is slipping and you're close to getting what you want. Just a few more grinds, a few more cascades of your fingers through his hair with a pout on your lips and he's folding.
"Fucking- please, baby. Please fuck me, I need you so badly— wanna feel that pussy wrapped 'round my cock," he rasps, desperation swimming in his irises.
You squeeze his jaw, forcing his lips apart as you gather your saliva and spit directly into his mouth. The glob hits his tongue, warm and mildly salty, a lingering taste of his own pre.
"Good boy," you praise, rewarding him with a couple rough pats on his cheek.
"Shut up," Sukuna grumbles, hands returning to your waist and picking you up. He maneuvers you until you're sitting over his dick, the tip prodding at your dripping entrance. Your hands perch on his chest for stability as you lower your hips down onto him with a loud sigh. "Oh god, you're tight, loosen up f'me."
"'m tryin'," you whine, wiggling your hips. You're trying to get used to the feeling of his jacob's ladder rubbing against your walls, adding even more to the sensation of him stretching you out.
You're so close to taking all of him, almost sitting with your thighs atop his, but he can't wait any longer. Sukuna's hips snap upwards and in one fluid motion he slams your own down onto him, fully sheathing himself inside you. "F-fuck! Kuna, oh my god—"
"Sorry," he grunts— he doesn't mean it— "couldn't wait, needed to feel this cunt cryin' on me— so fucking wet."
Your eyebrows knit together in mock irritation. But the truth is, it feels so fucking good to finally be full of him, to finally feel him buried inside you. Every inch, every ring.
"Just fuckin' sit still," you command, gyrating your hips and rubbing your clit against him. You know he probably wants you to ride him, to lift your hips and smack them back down, fucking yourself onto his cock— but you don't plan on doing that.
You're humping him steadily, each roll of your hips leaving your clit more stimulated, more sensitive. Each roll makes you wetter, soaking his cock as your arousal leaks out onto the base towards his balls.
"Like that?" he whispers, hands finding your ass and kneading the plush fat under his fingers. "Just keep usin' me— make yourself feel good on my cock."
"I-I will," you assure, humping him faster. You can feel your stomach getting tighter, the coil in your gut winding up more with every grind and nudge of your clit against his rough skin. "Doing s'good for me, Kuna."
Your hands paw at his chest, your own fingers pinching at his nipples now. You squeeze them tight, tugging and twisting gently, eliciting a quiet moan from Sukuna. He shifts, his hips coming up slightly off the chair, trying to match your movements as his finger returns to your ass, this time pressing inside. And in an instant your hand comes down across his cheek with a loud crack!
"I told you— shit- to sit still," you snap, both hands now settling around his neck.
Sukuna's eyes are wide from the shock coursing through him, less from the fact that you slapped him and more from the fact that he fucking loved it. He's never been with someone who's done half of the things that you're doing to him, and he would've never expected himself to be so into it. And still, the sharp impact combined with your words and the look on your face— he's entirely ready to submit himself to you. For now.
"I know—" Sukuna starts, words trailing off when your grip tightens around his windpipe.
"But you d-didn't listen."
You're trying to keep your voice steady, but your encroaching orgasm is dangerously close. You're teetering on the edge of your release and fighting to keep it at bay so you can enjoy this moment just a second longer.
Sukuna's face is covered in a sheen of sweat, more than just his cheeks are red now from the lack of oxygen.
You hold on a little more, a little tighter, using his neck to support your body as you chase your high. And then you let go, collapsing into his chest as he breathes deeply once more. He takes the opportunity to pump his finger slowly in and out of your ass, the added pressure making you squirm.
"'m sorry baby," Sukuna chokes out, "cum for me— want you to cum all over my cock, please. You'll do that f'me right?"
His voice is strained, cracked, his throat dry and sore from your hands. But you can still make out the desperation laced within each word and his pleas are too much.
With one last cry you're shaking, your whole body going limp against him as his hands move to your back to hug you into his chest when your orgasm crashes over you.
"There you go… you did so good, baby."
Sukuna's muttering sweet praises into your hair, his hands rubbing gently across your skin as they shift back down to your thighs. You're simmering in a post-orgasm daze, a temporary wave of tiredness coursing through you. The haze makes it so you're not worried, when maybe you should be, about how Sukuna's standing now, still buried deep inside you as he carries your body with him across the room.
You stir when you feel the rough wall pressed up against your back. Your feet are dangling, legs locked in the crooks of Sukuna's arms so your thighs are being pushed into your chest now.
Your eyes find his, being met with a sudden intensity, a sneer on his lips. "Had fun back there?"
Fuck.
You nod meekly.
"Yeah? Had fun smackin' me around and chokin' me out?"
You swallow loudly.
"Say it."
His voice lacks the amusement it usually has, his face set with a flat and unreadable expression. The entire air in the room has shifted and it sets your nerves on fire.
"I d-did, I had fun— aah-Kuna!"
A hand had snaked out from under your leg to rip across your face, the force sending your head snapping to the side. "You like that?" he growls, pinching your cheeks and making you look at him again. "Yeah, you do. This is still fun for you, huh? Pussy's clampin' down around me— dirty girl."
And then he's fucking you down onto him, both hands on your ass as he lifts you up off of his cock before slamming you back down again. The pace that Sukuna sets is nothing short of ruthless, giving you no time to ease back into everything after your first orgasm.
"Sukun-ah! Shit, slow down—" you whine, the abrupt acceleration leaving you overstimulated. You're wiggling your hips, but you're not even sure if you're trying to get away from him or get closer.
It's overwhelming. Each thrust stretching out your gummy walls in a way you haven't felt before, each piercing scraping along the inside of your cunt.
"Nah, fuckin' take it." He slaps you once more, hard and fast before his lips crash down onto yours in a hungry kiss. He's swallowing your whines, moaning into your mouth in response. "This what you wanted? Wanted to piss me off just to get fucked like the slut you are? Could've jus' asked, baby— fuck."
Every part of him is all consuming, the man you had thought you had a hold on suddenly reminding you of exactly how much control you really have.
"God, you know how long I've wanted to see you fall apart on my cock?"
You whimper, shaking your head as tears return to your lash line after a particularly hard thrust.
"Couldn't even jack off n' think about you— y'know how hard that was?"
"mmhm…" you sniffle, head falling back against the wall.
Large, thick fingers splay across your throat, digging into your neck. "No, you don't," he spits, "don't even have your clit pierced. Never had to go months without gettin' off after having a pretty slut handlin' you."
You try to choke out an apology but his grip tightens cutting you off. "Spoiled brat."
Sukuna's voice has a dangerous edge, one that makes your stomach flip and your core burn hot once more. You know he can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around his length, his hips stuttering for just a moment.
And that spurs him on. Every bit of confirmation that you're just as needy, just as depraved as he is leaves him wanting even more from you. His muscles are aching, already pushing himself to his limit and still he finds the energy to move faster. His thrusts feel like a punishment, forcing your cunt to accommodate him each time he splits you open.
He has the energy to make sure that every. single. thrust. has him balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
"O-oh god, oh god, Kuna—" your moans are getting louder, head falling forward now onto his shoulder.
"Gonna fuckin' cum again? Christ, you're greedy," he groans, like he isn't overcome with pride that he's coaxing a second orgasm out of you already.
"S-sorry!" you whine against him, your saliva and tears starting to wet his skin.
"Don' apologize," he grits, both hands back on your ass for leverage as he ruts into you with a carnal desire, "Thank me." He punctuates his command with a merciless smack to one of your cheeks, the pain making you cry out.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you sob, your climax being ripped from you with an unexpected force. Your teeth sink into his shoulder, the taste of copper starting to trickle into your mouth.
You can hear Sukuna hiss above you, his fingernails digging into your flesh. His pace falters one last time before he slams you back onto him and holds you there, pressing you tight between his body and the wall.
"Fuuuck— you're perfect, baby. My perfect girl."
His cock twitches, pulsing before you feel his seed spurting inside you. Sticky, white ropes of cum paint your poor, abused walls. You're lapping at his shoulder, soft kitten licks to soothe the minor injury you caused as he fills you to the brim.
You don't need to look to know that his release is starting to leak out around his base, a mix of both of your spend seeping onto his balls.
Sukuna's gentle as he handles you now. Cradling you close to his body, the sweat and heat serve as a comfort for you as he sits back down on the chair with you in his lap. He's still plugging you up, just letting you sit there soaking him as his cock starts to soften inside you.
You're pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, collarbones, jaw, cheeks, as he rubs your back and massages your thighs.
"You really are fuckin' perfect," he pants, his exhaustion catching up to him, "I meant that."
"You too, baby," you mumble tiredly, missing the smile that graces his lips at the nickname.
"So… all healed I'm assuming?"
You giggle at that. "You're a fucking idiot."
"And you're mean," he shoots back playfully, "I can't believe I was gonna ask you out after this."
I finished a fic abt sukuna and all but an old tab of this draft was still open. I went on it to close it but it saved it (the old draft where i wrote 10 WORDSSSSLZENDI) and i can’t have all of what i wrote back omfg I’m actually gonna cry i was so proud of this fic
FUCKJKJKKKJJJ I can’t crash out I’m in a cafe rn brooodsjjsodjodsjo
What happens when two cocky rival actors get cast for the same romance movie as the main characters?
Starring: Actor!Sukuna x actor!reader
cw: rivals, fem!reader, mean Sukuna, mean reader, kissing, rough sx, hair pulling, cervix kissing, d in p, doggy, spanking, cursing, degrading, creampie, nooott proofread
When your manager called you, telling you about the new main role you had gotten in some high production romance movie you had been trying for, your first reaction was pure joy.
Jumping around in your expensive penthouse, calling everyone that was close to you, to tell them about the next big movie you were starring in.
You see, you were a highly rated, young, famous actress. Living the dream life. Sometimes even you modelled or sang or danced or... whatever your heart wished for, since you could afford it and your adoring fans ate up every single form of content you even appeared in for a second.
You excitement immediately was gone once you saw a news article already announcing the casting.
You, the single woman living by herself and working in a flower shop.
And, your rival. Sukuna Ryomen. As the CEO of a company.
A love story between two classes.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Why were you rivals with him in the first place?
No clue. But ever since you both had gained popularity, you both were at each others throats. Trying to steal the spotlight off one another. How childish.
You had a red carpet to attend to? He wasn't even on the list but would show up to have people ignore you.
He had a photoshoot, or an interview? You were suddenly in the area, the photographers and crowds flocking to you.
It was petty, cocky and everything else you'd expect from two high profile celebrities who hated each others guts.
Now you were sat in the makeup station, a lady fussing about your hair and foundation. She tried to tell you not to frown and to relax your face- BUT HOW COULD YOU? You could see that annoying bastards pink hair sitting behind you in the mirror.
Don't be fooled, Sukuna was just as pissy about this whole ordeal.
Scene one.
ACTION!
Sukuna walks into the flower shop, wanting to buy a bouquet for his gold-digger wife.
You, being the sweet woman at the counter help him pick the prettiest one.
Your hands touch while passing the bunch.
CUT!
You fake a gagging sound, pulling your hands away and shooting him a glare. "Don't ever touch me so casually. If we weren't filming, i'd cut off your fingers."
His eye twitched, trying to rub where your hands had touched off into the suit. "Psh, don't flatter yourself. Who would want to touch you anyways?"
Scene two.
ACTION!
Sukuna is devastated after his gold-digger wife leaves him, so he turns to the only person he can talk to.
You, the flower girl that had been oh so sweet and kind.
The scene is romantic, a late evening, under the streetlights with rain as you hold and comfort him.
He offers for you to come over to his house.
CUT!
"Nobody would ever hold you like that. I thought i died inside just having to hear you cry." You grumbled, back turned to him while some stylist fixed your outfit.
"Yeah? I bet nobody would even come to you if they were in need, not even for a blowjob!" He snapped, trying to glare at you while someone fixed his white shirt.
"I give good head, thank you very much! I bet you can't even find the clit-"
"YES I CAN!"
Scene three, the last.
ACTION!
You both were sitting by the beach. A cinematic shot of the calm weather.
You were laying on his arm, eyes staring up into the sky as he watched your face.
You slowly turn your gaze to his, eyes meeting. A shy little smile and chuckle. He returns the soft look.
The director used his fuckass megaphone to call out: ''CUE THE KISS! MAKE IT LOVING!''
Your eye twitched. His smile faltered.
You tried not to grimace once Sukuna leaned down. Your lips met. And on god's name you both tried to make it cute.
But once you started to kiss properly- he bit your bottom lip. Hard. You, in return, tugged his upper one between your teeth.
The sweet scene suddenly looked like a heated make out session, your nails grabbing the back of his neck, Sukuna's arm wrapping around you way too tight- the filming crew was unsure what to do.
"CUT! CUT! AGAIN! LOVINGLY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?"
You were back in your trailer, grumpy while taking off accessories and getting ready to call it a day.
Your door was rudely shoved open and an upset looking, big...hot pink haired man was barging in, slamming and locking the door behind him.
"You did that on purpose! Just so the last filming session would be ruined, right? You bitch!" He growled, looking dishevelled, as if he has been running his hands trough his hair too much. The outfit he had on was looser, but still from the scene.
"Don't call me a bitch! You're the bitch! You couldn't even get one kiss scene right. are you actually an actor?" You stood up from the little vanity, walking over and stand in front of him. Sukuna, obviously, was taller.
"Me? Of course i am! I don't know about you tho. If they hadn't of made us do some lame smooch, i'd show you how good i can use my tongue." He shoved a finger into your face.
One thing lead to another... arguing about who's the better kisser, licker, biter, fucker.
Your hands started to pull on his clothes, his ripped yours off, as if they had wanted to do that for so long.
You found yourself manhandled down into the lush bed in the corner of the trailer. Face pushed down and buried into a pillow, his hands roughly keeping your hips upright and ass lifted, grinding something heavy and HARD against the supple flesh.
"Yeah? You wanna keep arguing and being a lil cunt right now?" He grunted, a hand letting go of your hip to fist into your hair, forcing you to bend your back as your whole head was being lifted up.
You tried to glare back at him- but your ass was rolling back against him, making the attempted angry look falter. "Fuck you." You spat back.
Sukuna laughed, roughly shoving his hips into you. "Yeah, that's what you want, slut?"
"I'm not a slut, you whore!" You moaned back, trying to squirm free from his iron hold on your hair.
SMMMACK!
Your left asscheek suddenly stung. Like really stung.
You gasped, trying to curse at him but then another-
SMACK!
You would have been so pissed off.. if your pussy wasn't starting to drool, the pain making you get a bit too excited for what was about to come.
Sukuna let go of your hair, letting your face fall back down into the pillows. He gave the reddening cheek a calming pat before using the free hand to start prodding a mean, flushed and leaky tip riiight against your puffy clit, sliding it up and down to collect the messy juices.
"Mmm.. you quiet now?"
"I thought you said nobody would even want a blowjob from me- FUCK!"
A girthy, fat cock was suddenly being pushed inside of you, not even waiting for the velvety walls to suck it in by themselves.
He fillled you up just right, to the hilt. All the words lost on your tongue. All the scripts and lines in your head gone.
"I did say that. But i'm not a nobody, am i, sweetheart?"
You could feel it twitch inside of you, clearly eager to start moving. The cockhead was already bullying the deepest parts of you, a small sting every time it pushed against your cervix.
Plap plap smack smack !
The wet sounds of heavy balls and sturdy thighs hitting your from behind filled the trailer.
Well, also the grunts and moans- the pathetic whimper that got pulled out of Sukuna when you clenched just right didn't go past your ears too. But the mean comments had died down, both of you too blissed by the sex.
He had grabbed your hair again, pulling you back almost upright so he could kiss you.
Not the loving kiss the director wanted, but the unfinished one from the start. Teeth clashing and pornographic sounds traveling back and forth. You were sure that either his or one of your lips was bleeding, but neither cared.
"Shit... never knew you'd have such a perfect pussy..." He spoke without thinking against your bottom lip.
You tried to laugh, but the laugh went into a higher pitched squeal when he started to get more aggressive. You felt like you were getting railed with the force of a bear. That doesn't make any sense but you get it. His balls were getting tighter, the warmth in your tummy becoming unbearable. (ha)
It was maybe a bit sweeter once you both had came. His thick release slowly beading out of your fluttering hole while you laid on his chest.
Strong arms were wrapped around you, a sweaty, but now calm looking Sukuna holding you close.
There wasn't any dialogue besides heavy breathing and the smell of sex in the star trailer.
People maybe had noticed it was shaking earlier but- oh well.
Everything was peaceful for once, you cuddled up under his jaw. Acting like you were just trying to get closer. Sukuna didn't seem to mind, a hand starting to slowly rub your back and down to your still-pink cheek.
You bit him. Hard. Right on the side of his neck.
"OW! YOU BITCH!"
Yoon's notes: i got a bit carried away... more than 1k oopsie :3
For my lovely: @carrotblr, i hope u like it <3
a/n: sighs ab riding w true form sukuna has been in my head for a while and it needs to leave so u bbgs can do with this what you will
sukuna glares at you, unimpressed and annoyed. “i’m done hearing your sick ideas, woman.” he waves you off.
“but kunaaa.” you blink up at him.
“no.” he folds two of his arms. “i’ve heard enough.”
“i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.” you jut your lower lip out.
he barks out a laugh. “this’ll just make you more needy.”
“i’ll let you put both in next time.” your lips twitch up when his eyes lock onto yours.
“get over here, brat.” he reaches for your wrist and pulls you over to him on the bed.
your thighs are stretched wide over his abdomen, two of his hands rest behind his head while the other two rest on your hips guiding you down. the first drag against his muscles has your breath catching in your throat and he rolls his eyes.
“tch, can’t handle your own idea.” he clicks his tongue.
“feels good.” you breathe out and rock your hips. “kuna!” your nails dig into his wrists on your waist.
one of the hands on your hips leaves only to land a sharp spank on your ass jolting you forward. he chuckles at your whine and spanks you again before bringing his hand back and scooting you a little lower. the mouth that comes from your mouth when his stomach mouth opens as his cocks twitching.
“ride my tongue, brat.” he grins, collecting both of your wrists behind your back while his tongue licks up your sticky folds.
you grind against his tongue desperately, whines and whimpers slipping out of your mouth as you look at him with glassy eyes. his other hand comes up to tweak your nipples, making the pleasure building in your tummy triple. another one of his hands come down to lazily circle at your clit while he laughs at your noises.
“s’kuna!” you gasp.
“keep going.” he bucks his hips up making you jerk forward on the muscle.
“nghhh! i wanna.. please im gonna- ahh!”
“ask.” he pinches your nipple.
“can i cum? please? please kuna wanna cum!” you’re rutting against him desperately.
“go on then.” he nods at you.
your hips still while your thighs shake violently and he feels you cumming all over his tongue as he laps up all of your juices. he lets go of your wrists so he can keep you rocking against him, watching your face twist as you get overstimmed.
“that what you wanted?” he looks up at you with a raised brow.
“yes.” you answer breathlessly.
“ready for both?” he grins, flipping you both over, watching you crack your eyes open as he grinds against you.
a/n: we’ve all seen the abs this is my contribution
m. fushiguro
megumi groans as you straddle his waist, lifting his switch and resting it on your back as you bury your head in his neck. he ignores your pleas and the small kisses you place on his heated skin, turning the volume up on his console.
“gumi please.” you lean up and he drops his switch.
“i love you but- ” his eyes widen when you scoot up and grind your bare pussy on his abs.
“but?” your face falls, breath catching in your throat at the feel of the ridges of muscle. “don’t love me anymore?” your lip wobbles.
he flexes his stomach, watching your thighs twitch on either side of him. his hands land on your thighs, slowly kneading and massaging into the plush.
“i do.” he looks up at you, face unmoving.
“but.. but..” your hands fall to his chest, hips grinding down harder.
“but what?” his hands slide up to your hips, guiding you. “made me put my game down.” he mumbles, hands sliding further up, long fingers tracing your hardening nipples.
“‘m sorry.” you push your lower lip out. “gumi i !” you hiccup, hips stuttering when he pinches your nipples.
“you’re a mess.” he blinks up at you. “leaking all over my abs, not even wearing panties.” he chuckles.
“just wanted to feel you.” you whine.
“you feel me?” he slips one of his hands down to wrap around your waist and move you faster. “hm? feel the mess your needy pussy is leaving behind?” he watches your lashes flutter.
“mngh!” your hips jerk faster.
he watches you shake with each drag against his abs, nails digging into his chest, whimpers slipping past your lips. you start riding him faster, crying out his name, small pool of drool forming at the corner of your lips.
“god you should see yourself.” he lifts his hand from your waist and smacks it against your ass.
“megumi!” your tummy tightens in pleasure.
“takes nothing to make you cum.” he clicks his tongue. “if i tell you to cum, think you can?” his lips twitch up.
“yes! yesyes!” you nod your head frantically.
“cum. make a mess.” his low command washes through your body and it answers for you.
“gumi!” you fall against his chest.
your thighs are trembling and dripping with your release as you lazily jerk your hips against him still. he runs his hands all over your back, squeezing your ass, whispering about how good you did. he flips you back onto the bed and pulls the blanket over you.
“gonna finish my game.” he reaches for his console and you’re already curling against his side so you can watch.
he starts up the game again, humming when you ask him questions and batting your hand away when you try to slip into his sweats.
a/n: this just goes to show that i have an ab riding addiction
c. kamo
“baby please..” choso looks up at you with lidded eyes. “i wanna touch.” he tugs on the cuffs around his wrists. “please.” he whines.
“shhh.” you lean down and brush his hair off his forehead. “when i’m done.” you nod, dragging your pussy against his abs for emphasis.
he stares up at you with parted lips as you rock yourself against his hardened muscles. his stomach is flexing, helping you catch on every ridge and pulling the sweetest sounds from your mouth. his hips are jerking up on their own and it’s helping you move to a faster rhythm.
“cho..” you whine, thighs starting to shake.
his cock is heavy and hard, leaking between his thighs, it’s borderline painful. your tits are bouncing perfectly and it’s causing a pool of drool to form at the corner of his mouth just imagining licking and sucking at them while you comb through his hair. he whines out below you and your eyes lock with his.
“please?” he tugs on the cuffs again.
“i’m almost- ngh! cho jus-” your breath catches.
“baby please cum.” he begs, wrists biting into the cuffs. “please? and then can you just like.. ride me? i need it. baby? baby, fuck please? please?”
his begging pushes you over the edge and your thighs tremble as you cum, grinding against him harder. when you finally setting you reach up and fumble with the lock and once his hands are free he’s all over you.
“pretty.” “mine.” “loveyousomuch.” “please.”
he’s mumbling as he runs his hands all over you, one hand reaching for his aching cock, other buried in your hair to pull you closer. when he kisses you he slides into you, stretching open your gummy walls to accommodate him. your toes curl and the stretch, hips twitching waiting to adjust and when you do and the first sticky bounce sounds throughout the room he shoves his face in your chest and starts pounding up into you.
I finished a fic abt sukuna and all but an old tab of this draft was still open. I went on it to close it but it saved it (the old draft where i wrote 10 WORDSSSSLZENDI) and i can’t have all of what i wrote back omfg I’m actually gonna cry i was so proud of this fic
FUCKJKJKKKJJJ I can’t crash out I’m in a cafe rn brooodsjjsodjodsjo
your boyfriend, choso, sits cross-legged on your bed, watching you with hopeful eyes. you spin your chair around to face him, but only spare him a glance before turning back to the game on your monitor. his shoulders slump.
"c'mon, babe," he tries again, voice softer this time. "i swear i won't move."
you don't respond. he sighs, loud and frustrated, glancing down at the bulge straining against his sweatpants.
he doesn't even know how he ended up like this— all horny and needy. maybe it's the way you've barely looked at him for the past three hours, making him feel like a neglected boyfriend. maybe it's your black tank top and short pants, something he's seen before yet still finds incredibly attractive. maybe it's the way you look when you're focused, like nothing else exists.
or maybe, it's just you.
whatever the reason is, choso's dick is so painfully hard right now and if he doesn't do anything about it anytime soon he's gonna lose his goddamn mind. unbeknownst to him, you had no intention of giving in to his request so easily.
"i don't know, cho... i'm kinda busy here." you tap a finger against your lips, pretending to think. he whines under his breath, then suddenly— he's off the bed, your chair turning as he drops to his knees in front of you, eyes wide and desperate.
"please, baby, i need you so bad. i'll be good, i promise." your hand cups his cheeks, and he melts into it instantly. your other hand drifts through his long black hair as he keeps murmuring his promises. your gaze drifts from his glossy eyes down to the obvious damp patch slowly spreading across his pants, and you do your best to suppress your smirk.
you hum softly,
he did ask for it nicely.
how could you say no to your sweet boyfriend?
"fine."
you swear choso's eyes brighten at once. the moment you stand, he slips into your seat, already tugging down on his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring free— flushed and already leaking.
you follow suit, pushing your shorts down your legs but leaving your panties on. his gaze tracks every movement, heavy and intent. his hands curl slightly at his sides like he's forcing himself not to reach out for you.
you step closer, hips pausing just above his lap. the heat alone makes his breath hitch. "ah—" it catches in his throat when you finally move, sliding your panties aside. your hand wraps around him, slow and deliberate,
and he fucking breaks.
a choked whine slips out as you drag his weeping tip between your slick folds, his hips twitching despite himself. "f-fuck, p-please..." he breathes, barely audible. you don't answer, just press closer, let it linger—
then sink down in one smooth motion.
his reaction is instant.
"nnngh— oh my god..." choso throws his head back against the chair, his grip tightening. "hhaah... you're so warm... so tight." he lets out a small whimper, arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face against your shoulder. "hmm, satisfied?" you murmur.
he nods, clinging to you.
at least, that's what he thought.
not even 10 minutes later, he starts to second-guess himself.
his dick is still buried deep inside you, warmth wrapped so tightly around him it's almost suffocating— every faint pulse, every subtle shift making his breath hitch.
choso presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck, trying to muffle the sounds slipping past his lips, uneven and embarrassingly soft.
he said he wouldn't move. he meant it, but it's getting harder, so much harder, when you make him feel so good like this. you don't even acknowledge it, whether you truly don't notice or you're choosing not to... he can't tell.
all he knows is that you stay perfectly composed, like nothing's wrong, while his breathing grows more uneven by the second, fingers tightening unconsciously against your sides before he forces them to loosen again.
his thoughts blur together, hazy, slipping through his grasp.
just then, you shift. just slightly. barely anything. but it's enough.
a twitch from his cock and a quiet, broken whimper escapes him before he can stop it, his grip faltering as he tries to steady himself. it only gets worse when your body reacts—a clench. subtle, but absentminded,
and he loses it.
"mmph—" he cuts himself off, biting it back, shoulders tensing as he presses closer to you like that might help.
it doesn't,
nothing does.
every tiny movement, every unconscious adjustment, drags him closer to the edge he promised he wouldn't reach.
and he can feel it, that thin thread of control he's been clinging to, slipping away.
"cho," your soft voice cuts through choso's spiraling thoughts. all he manages in response is a weak hum, head too foggy to form anything else.
"be still, won't you?" you whisper, "you're squirming."
your boyfriend says nothing, trying to distract himself with the sound of your keyboard, the game still running in the background. every second feels heavier than the last, filled only with his uneven breathing and the occasional hitch he can't quite suppress. his arms wrap around your waist, fingers stuck between curling and uncurling.
"baby..." he whispers, strained now. "can i— just—"
"no."
you don't even sound mean, but that's what makes it worse.
he lets out a weak, broken sound at that, sweaty forehead pressing into your shoulder as if he can hide there, like it might make it easier. it doesn't, if anything, it makes him more aware,
and more sensitive.
you tilt your head slightly, just enough for your voice to brush past his ear. "what's wrong? you said you wouldn't move."
choso whines, soft and helpless, completely unable to stop himself this time. "i know, baby, i know— i'm trying—" his voice cracks, grip tightening again before he forces it to relax. "it's just— you feel—"
he can't finish, because you finally shift. just slightly, barely anything. but to him, it's everything.
choso gasps, whole body tensing and muscles flexing as if the smallest movement sends him spiraling. "nngh— wait—" his hands clutch at you before he can stop them, breath coming out uneven. "don't— don't do that—"
you pause. "i thought you could handle it." you pout, a little hint of mischief in your eyes. he shakes his head quickly against your shoulder, words tumbling out messy and desperate. "i can't— i can't— fuck, i thought i could but—" a soft, broken sound slips out of him. "please... it's too much..."
you let the silence hang, long enough for him to feel it and realize just how little control he actually has.
then, softer this time— "then be good, or i'm not touching you for a month."
his dick does a violent twitch at that, you feel it. and that's answer enough.
Content: smut, slightly older Toji, college reader, sex obsessed fem reader, cocky Toji (Sees reader as innocent at the start), slight masturbation on call, sir kink(?), p fingering, teasing, creampie, implied marathon, not proofread!
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The quiet girl in her college class. She did everything on time, never complained about homework or the workload of studies.
One of the top students in her major. Effortlessly.
That's you.
Nobody suspected you to do anything besides study and cram exam material when you had free time.
And that would be so... so far from truth.
Your routine consisted of;
Waking up at 6am
Jerking off at 6:10am to some boyfriend whimpering audio on soundgasm or other audio site.
6:30 shower, use the shower head and water pressure to pleasure yourself.
7am maybe some mascara and light makeup if you felt like it and throwing some clothes on.
7:20am eating breakfast cereal while scrolling on your tumblr or twitter account, looking at fan art of your favourite anime daddies. If you had time, you might read a quick oneshot.
It made you cunt needy all over again.
But you had to run.
7:45am out of the dormitories, running with your backpack, in some loose-fitting sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.
7:50am make it to your commute.
You hurried in, scanning your student card. But the rush of people behind you, made you stumble into some damn wall!
Why was the wall so warm... and muscular?
You peered up, pupils dilating to the HUNK of a man you were pressed up against now.
He hadn't even noticed you at first, but when you made some embarrassed sound, he glanced down at you. A smirk tugging on his scarred lip.
You tried to back up but some lady with a stroller was blocking your escape.
"Hey there. Don't worry, i don't bite."
Was he mocking you? Definitely teasing.
You looked back up at him and just accepted your fate, standing against him as the transport wobbled you two around. It was making your tummy all funny, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together. But he didn’t budge, keeping his hands to himself and standing as if he didn’t have a cute little nerd in his chest.
"..s..sorry, sir." you managed to murmur out after a few minutes.
He snorted, looking amused.
"Sir? Do i look that damn old?"
"Sorry! No you don't i just-" you started babbling some sort of apology. He didn't know you were apologising for getting extremely wet by this interaction and not being smushed together.
The transport cleared a bit after a few stops, you politely stepped away.
Such a shy thing, he thought.
He looked interested... though he couldn't see much of your body or face, you trying to hide in your hair.
"Say, can i get your number?"
Your eyes went wide, looking up at him.
"Number?"
"Yeah. A number. Phone number. Don't tell me you ain't got one?"
"N..no i do i...!!"
You managed to fish out your phone from a pocket, fumbling with it, trying to quickly swipe out of whatever you had been looking at in the morning so he wouldn't see.
Toji just grinned down at you, finding his own cell phone.
You exchanged numbers with him.
Was this shit really happening?
To somebody like you?? This was some sort of fever dream.
It was your stop, one last moment of eye contact with him and you had to leave without getting his name.
8:25am masturbate in one of the third floor's bathroom stalls with your fingers.
You easily found his instagram account by the number he had given you, trying not to moan at the videos he posted of him lifting heavy weights or posts that had way too much muscle out. Looked like he had some sort of gym inspo and thirst trap page.
his damn face! That grin- he seemed so nonchalant in the train, in the pictures too.
You found his name too… Toji Fushiguro.
Before you knew it you were cumming over your hand, gasping a quiet moan while finishing to a video of him doing some thrusting exercise on a video.
Fuck. Hope nobody else was in the bathroom to hear that.
8:40am, your lectures start.
You did your best, locking the fuck in and following along what your professors taught. You sat in the front anyways so you couldn't do anything else, even if your thought started to drift back to the incident… you had seem some questionable Japanese porn a while back. Yeah, those sus train videos…. What if he—fuck, stop. Focus.
12pm, lunch
Nothing exciting happening here, you ate somewhere by yourself on a bench outside, phone in hand while devouring some sandwich, you were checking if you had another lecture in the afternoon.
A notification popped up! The number you saved showing up.
(SEXY MAN): “Yo, cutie. Didn’t get your name.”
You gave him your name, texted him a bit more.
You found out he was a few years older than you, worked at some sports outlet and often had free time, if he wasn’t at the gym.
You told him about your studies, your age.
You almost forgot you had one last lecture and ran for your life.
1pm, make it to class.
Once you were free, you took the same trip back to your dorms, checking your phone obsessively to see If he had sent you anything.
Nothing.
Not until late in the evening.
You were busy… biting a pillow while you rode a dildo, whimpering as your walls clenched around the silicone thing. A picture of him on your phone, imagining what it would be like to be on top of him... how big would his cock be? Would be moan or groan?
Why did having a crush on a real man feel so much better than some fiction one?
Before you could cum, your phone rang.
Ring ring!
HE WAS CALLING YOU??? Thank god it wasn’t a video call.
You paused your hips, having the fake cock buried deep inside while you picked up, trying not to sound too out of breath.
“He.. hah.. hello?”
“Hey- you good?”
“Y…yeah! Yeah totally... totally… just, uh… ”
“You workin’ out?”
“Yes! Something like that…! Anyways, what’s up?” You tried to sound chill, but you shifted, trying to sit up but the dildo nudged up against a sweet spot. A small whimper left your mouth, hoping he didn’t catch that.
“Donno, thought I should ask you out on a date. If you’re not too busy ‘working out’ tomorrow.” You could hear that smug bastard grin over the speaker.
But then you realized what he was asking. Date? Why was he so bold?
“Oh! Yes I’d love to!” You voice went a pitch too high, sounding excited.
“Great, I knew you wouldn’t turn me down, cute thing, let’s discuss the details after you’re done with whatever has you sounding so winded.”
Your cheeks flushed, before you could try to defend yourself the line clicked and he had ended the call.
Ugh.
Obviously, you flipped around on your back, glaring at the ceiling while using the toy to get your nerves back in line.
You did have lectures the next day... but skipping one day to go meet a hot guy was valid.
You hadn't actually touched yourself all morning, spending too much time overthinking what to wear.
You picked out a maxi skirt, in a lovely dark shade of brown and a white tank top, a cardigan over it. Maybe a bit librarian-ish but it made you look harmless, even added jewellery...you hadn't gotten dolled up in so long. You did your hair in your favourite style, did your makeup in the way that made your eyes look a bit sultry and lips a sweet tint that made them look kissable.
You met him at the train station... he had on a more casual outfit... fuck his messy hair fell just right, the chain on his neck looked like it was calling your name to tug on. The jeans and black shirt he wore made him look somehow better than seeing him shirtless and in gym shorts.
Maybe not using your vibe in the morning was a mistake, your knees almost buckling once you both stood near.
"You look damn good, you got all pretty just for me?" His hand reached up, toying with a strand of your hair. How bold!
You just giggled and shook your head.
The date went well, you walked around the park, talking to him about some of your interests.
You found yourself in a restaurant with him, having some lunch together.
You sat across from him in a booth, a plate with a pasta dish, he had some sort of steak... probably for his protein macros. But he paid for yours too, such a gentleman.
"What were you doin' when i called you yesterday, hm?" Toji asked, as if it was conversing about the weather. But the smirk tugging in the corner of his lip looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Nothing! I told you, just... doing some stretching after a study sesh." The faint blush on your cheeks gave it away, slurping up some spaghetti to distract yourself.
"Uh huh...sure did sound like you were stretching somethin' out. "
"Sir! Shit no.. Toji!" You looked at him with owl eyes, trying not to choke on the pasta noodle in your throat.
"What's up with you and calling me sir, you call every guy that?"
He liked you, you looked like an inexperienced girl that would blush at his every word if he said just the right thing. I mean you did kind of look like the type to get your panties wet by him just saying something dirty. No offence.
After lunch, he had offered to take you to his place as it was nearby. Now, usually you shouldn't do something like that on the first date, but... your pussy was thinking instead of your brain.
After showing you where was the bathroom and doing a short tour of his apartment, you ended up on his lap. In his bedroom. The maxi skirt straining over your thighs, your hands on his shoulders, his own palms wrapped around your hips, slowly dragging up and down the fabric of your tank top. It made your skin shiver, and head feel all fuzzy and warm.
"And so... there's this really creepy magnapinna squid at the bottom of the ocean and there's only footage of a baby! But the baby is like six meters long!" You rambled about something, feeling comfortable in his hold, trying not to act like some horny slut....yet.
You looked so cute, he was getting hard underneath you. He just nodded along to your words. Tojis eyes lowered, staring down at your chest, trailing down your tummy and then to your thighs. The skirt forming around them made him bite his cheek.
"Cute thing, you a virgin, yeah?"
Why did he keep being so goddamn bold!!! You paused your ramble about freaky deep sea creatures and looked down, finding his face closer to yours than before.
"Yeah... is that okay?" You whispered, looking a bit shy.
"You ever had a boyfriend?"
"No, sir- sorry, Toji."
"Keep calling me that." His grin was back, scarred lip pulled up, his bangs brushing against your forehead.
"Alright...sir."
You weren't really sure what came over you, you were the first to lean in and kiss him.
He seemed surprised, but just took it as your eagerness. He pulled you closer before twisting and suddenly you were underneath him on the bed, the chain from his neck dangling near your face.
You looked breathless already, leaning up to tug on it with your teeth. Toji chukled at that, taking that as a sign to crash his mouth against yours again.
His calloused hands from lifting heavy weights were sliding underneath your shirt, down your legs until he found the edge of that annoyingly long skirt, pushing it up past your hips. The fabric pooled around your waist, legs shifting to spread almost on instinct to accommodate him.
Your own fingers shamelessly groped at his strong arms and chest, eyes fluttering while making out... your tongue already trying to get in his mouth. He still saw you as some shy thing, and assumed you were getting too excited for your first time or something.
He wasn't wrong, but your mind was running trough all the fics you've read, all the pictures and videos, animations you watched, fuck, you couldn't decide what you wanted to do first.
A moan escaped you, swallowed by his tongue as the two muscles pressed against one another. His hand had found your panties, a thumb rubbing right over the sopping wet spot.
"Is this for me? Want me to make it wetter, sweet girl?" Toji smirked against your lips.
"Yes, sir...!"
You could feel his fingers dragging up and down your panties, the fabric sticking to your puffy folds, the sheer amount of arousal fluid pouring out of you didn't help. Being touched by a different hand than yours felt so... so much better. You couldn't help the lewd sounds leaving you, back arching upwards, pulling at his biceps to keep going.
He liked how vocal you were, prodding a finger at your clothed entrance. But you were getting impatient, shifting and just pulling the wet cotton fabric to the side, and he followed along. A thick finger sliiiiding inside, till the knuckle. It felt so good, your cushiony walls pulsing and squeezing around the pointer finger.
Your eyes tried to look down to see it, but his other hand gripped your jaw, bringing your smeared, lipglossy lips back to his matching ones, starting to move it around, exploring until he found a special spot that made you squeak. Another soon pushed its way inside, scissoring you open.
Toji pulled away from the kiss, leaning back to watch his hand getting messy. "Feels good, right? Better than whatever was in you yesterday, hm? I bet you could take another.."
You let out a small gasp to that, shifting your hips up a bit higher. He cooed down at your squirming, grabbing and shoving a pillow underneath your lower back and hips to help, the two fingers easily gliding back and forth, and then a damn third one- but he sped up, fucking you with his fingers.
Your thighs started to tremble, shifting open and closed around his arm, he just let out a small chuckle, using his free hand to hold one spread and down, leaning back over you.
The bedroom was filled with your moans and the wet sounds of his fingers ramming inside, a thumb over your clit now too, making you writhe from the increased pleasure. "Shh..shhit! Ah... more, Toji!"
"More?" He slowed his arm down, muscles in his forearm flexing as he pulled out, bringing the fingers to his mouth to suck on them while the other hand let go of your thigh, undoing his jeans and slotting between your legs. The fabric tugged down just enough so he could free his cock. It was twitching up and down, clearly it had wanted it turn long ago. "You're not scared, are you? Ever seen one in real life?" He teased, pressing his hips down against yours, starting to rub the veiny thing across your drooly pussy, the hand he licked clean pushing one of your knees up to your chest, getting a better angle. All you could see was his sharp grin and narrow eyes watching your bodies glide across one another.
Your arms moved beside you, gripping into the bedsheets while shifting your hips up again on the pillow underneath you.
"M not scared... "
He ground down a bit harsher, making both of you let out a sound. "Wait... i should probably get a condom..."
Toji was already pulling away, wanting to go grab one from his nightstand but your hand was faster, pulling him back on top of you with way too much force, Toji bracing himself on his forearms before crushing you with his weight.
"N..no! I'm on birth control... please don't, i want to feel it raw..." Even you couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, the innocent act slipping a bit. But you really were on the pill and wanted your first time to be proper, like the hentai you read a few days ago-
"If that's what the pretty girl wants."
He leaned down to kiss at your neck, rubbing over your clit to soothe the feeling of his pinkish tip pushing at your puckering hole, when he finally got inside, he pushed all the way down to the hilt, his dark, trimmed curly hair brushing against yours while waiting for you to adjust. "Haaah... shit, you really are tight like one... Do you like it? Feels nice, yeah? I can feel your pretty pussy trying to suck me in. " He nudged his hips forwards, making you jolt a bit.
You could feel your brain getting dumber and dumber, his cock stuffed you full and then dragged out before slamming! back in. The wet sounds of your needy pussy connecting with his cum filled balls was louder than your own damn moans and his low grunts. Both of you were sweaty, his shirt gone, your tank top and cardigan pushed up to your neck, pretty tits bouncing back and forth. He couldn't help himself, latching on to your nipple, gnawing and sucking on it while jamming his slick covered dick deeper inside.
"Pretty girl...i'm gonna cum in you, okay? You'll take it like a good girl, mhm?" He moaned over your bouncing tit.
You could just nod your head and whine in agreement, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes from just the thought, hands hugging him closer, legs finding the strength to wrap around his waist and lock him in.
Toji, on his part was too drunk on your virgin pussy to notice the way you were holding on to him. He made one last thrust and buried him deep inside, the tip kissing against your cervix as hot, gloopy seed filled you up, a few shallow thrusts followed for good measure so you could feel it. "Cute... how does it feel getting creampied?" he was grinning, his sweaty head lifting to find your face, being sure of himself that you'd be tired and thoroughly fucked out. But his cocky expression was met with a hungry look, sure your eyes were more hazed and pupils blown wide...but your hips started rolling again, hands pulling at his biceps. "Sir... again, i want to ride you... then we could do it standing up... you should let me suck you off, can i, pleaseeee? Maybe you could eat me out...! We should fuck in the shower... oh, oh! On the couch? Or maybe the wall is better....But you have to pull my hair next time!" Your excited and still slightly winded voice shattered his confidence.
It was like a flip switched in Toji's mind. She might have looked like a prude, but something was terribly wrong with this girl. Why was she saying shit an ovulating slut would say?
It made his cock twitch.
Yoon's notes: FUCKKK AFTER IM DONE REUPLOADING IM SO MAKING A PT.2 where Toji and reader are proper fuck buddies and you keep sending him stuff you've read or watched and want to recreate/try... thoughts, chat?
Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot !
HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ even after two years of marriage, husband!gojo still enjoys indulging you whenever you 'fangirl' about him :: tags. wife!reader. fluff.
“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.
satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation the universe has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”
you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.
“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on the so-called ‘mysterious white-haired sorcerer’. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.
the way you talk about your crush—him—is filling his stomach with butterflies. your husband can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.
when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.
“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.
satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.
it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.
“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”
your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.
you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.
“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.
you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.
“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.
somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it.
he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”
nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.
you find husband!gojo's secret sex toy. so you edge him with it until he learns his lesson! mdni ⟢
you hadn't meant to find it, truly. you were just looking for satoru's spare charger when you opened the drawer of his nightstand, expecting to find the usual clutter of blindfolds, receipts, candy wrappers, and such. instead, your fingers brushed against smooth silicone, and when you pulled it out, your eyes widened comically.
a fleshlight. clearly high-end, expensive-looking, and used based off the bottle of lube tucked beside it.
"looking for something, sweetheart?"
you turn around to find your clueless husband leaning against the doorframe, a short-lived, lazy smile plastered onto his face. though his smile is wiped off just as suddenly when he registers what you're holding in the palm of your hand.
"satoru," you enunciate slowly, holding up the toy. "what is this?"
"I-I can explain, baby..." he pushes off the doorframe, shuffling miserably toward you as if accepting his own face "it's really not a big deal..."
"not a big deal?" you tilt your head, an expression of utter betrayal painted across your features, "you have me. why would you need this?"
something flickers in his brilliant blue eyes—like a deer in headlights, "sometimes you're not available, and I—"
"I'm always available for you." you set the toy on the bed, crossing your arms. "you know that. so why, satoru? why would you use this instead of just asking me?"
he runs a shaky hand through his white hair, feeling like a scolded child "I-I bought it before I met you.. when there were no expectations, when there was no—"
"—no me," you finish for him. "I think you need to be reminded exactly what you're choosing this over."
his eyes narrow slightly, sensing danger. "what are you—"
"strip," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. "and get on the bed."
he just stares at you for a moment, clearly debating whether to laugh it off or obey. but something in your expression must have convinced him, because he slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, mentally succumbing himself to your whims.
"baby, are you serious..?" he murmurs, shrugging off his shirt to reveal his lean, muscular torso.
"oh, absolutely." you confirm with a sadistic smile. you pick up the toy, turning it over in your hands. "since you like this thing so much, let's see how you handle it when I'm in control."
his pants and boxers follow the growing pile of clothes discarded onto the floor, and despite his apparent nervousness, his cock was already half-hard, responding to the authority in your voice. he climbs onto the bed, and you could see the slight tremor in his hands—from anticipation or apprehension, you weren't sure.
"on your back," you instruct. "hands above your head."
satoru complies like clockwork, sprawling across the mattress with his arms stretched overhead. his cock twitches against his stomach, and you notice how his breathing has already quickened exponentially. cocky gojo satoru, already reduced to a helpless puddle at your feet.
you retrieve the lube from the nightstand, warming it between your palms as you kneel beside him. his eyes track your every movement, pupils dilated with sheer want.
noticing the confused anticipation swirling in his eyes, you clarify, "I'm going to use your little toy on you. and you're going to take it. but you don't get to come—not until I decide you've learned your lesson."
"baby, come on—" he starts, but cuts off with a sharp inhale as you wrapped your lubed hand around his now fully erect cock, stroking slowly.
"no," you whisper firmly. "you wanted to use this instead of me. so now you get to experience exactly what you chose."
you release him, and he makes a small sound of protest that dies in his throat when you bring the toy to his tip. his hips jerk involuntarily as you press it down, enveloping him in the tight, slick silicone.
"f-fuuck," gojo breathes, his hands clenching into fists above his head.
you work the toy slowly down his length, watching his face contort with pleasure. his usual composure was already cracking, lips parted and breath coming in faster. when you reach the base of his shaft, you pause, letting him feel the full sensation.
"feel good?" you ask, voice dripping with false sweetness.
"yes," he gasps. "god, yes, but—"
you begin moving the toy again, establishing a steady rhythm that has his back arching off the bed. up and down, twisting slightly on each stroke, you work him with practiced precision—except with silicon instead of the familiarity of your palm. his cock is flushed and leaking, and you can feel him throbbing inside the toy.
"but what?" you prompt, slowing your movements.
"but I ngh.. want you," he admits, his voice strained. "not.. f-fuck.. this.. I want you."
"should have thought of that before." you smile, increasing your pace, revelling in the way his whole body tenses in response. you can see it building—the way his abs clench, how his toes curl, the desperate way his hips patheticallu start to thrust up into the toy.
just as he approaches the edge, you stop completely, pulling the toy away.
"no!—" the word bursts from him desperately. "—p-please, I was so so close.."
"I know," you reply calmly, watching his cock pulse and twitch in the air, denied its release. "that's the point, 'toru."
his chest heaves as he struggles to regain control, a light sheen of sweat already forming on his skin. those blue eyes fix on you, pleading.
"please," he tries again. "I-I'm—fuck!—sorry, okay? I shouldn't have—"
"shouldn't have what?" you trail your fingers up his inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where he needed you most.
"sh-shouldn't have used it," he pants. "shouldn't have ever chosen it—hnng—over you. just please... I need you to touch me.
"but I am touching you?" you bring the toy back up, pressing it against his sensitive tip. he whimpers—actually whimpers—at the contact. "isn't this what you wanted?"
before he could answer, you plunge the toy down his length again, faster this time. satoru's head thrashes against the pillow, white hair splaying across the fabric as pleasure overwhelms him.
"oh fuck, oh fuuuck, please—" his words dissolve into incoherent moans as you work him ruthlessly toward another peak.
you watch him climb higher, his entire body drawn tight as a bowstring. his hands have moved from above his head, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. just as his cock begins to pulse with the telltale signs of orgasm, you stopped again.
"what do you need?" you ask, setting the toy aside and running your hand up his trembling thigh.
"you," he gasps immediately. "n-need you, baby. your hand, your mouth, your pussy—anything. only you, just you, please."
"not the toy?"
"fuck the toy!" his composure has completely shattered now, your husband reduced to a begging, desperate mess. "I don't want it. I want you. only you. please, baby, pleasee—"
you let him suffer for another moment, watching precum leak steadily from his tip, his cock so hard it looks almost painful. then you wrap your hand around him, and he nearly sobs with relief.
"thank you," he breathes. "thank you, fuck, thank you—"
but you keep your strokes slow, torturous, maintaining him right on that knife's edge without letting him tip over. his hips roll, trying to fuck into your fist, but you pull back whenever he gets too eager.
"tell me again—" you command. "—why do you need me?"
"because nothing else compares," he pants, words tumbling out desperately. "because you're perfect, and I'm an idiot, and I need you more than air—please, please let me come. I'll never use it again, I'll blast it into smithereens, I swear, just please—"
you pick up the toy again with your free hand, and his eyes widen in panic.
"no, nonono wait—"
"shh." you position it at his base while your other hand works his leaky tip. "I want you to come like this. feeling both. understanding the difference."
you work him with both the toy and your hand, creating an overwhelming combination of sensations. satoru was completely gone now, reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath you, begging continuously.
"please, p-please, I need it, need you, so close, please let me—"
"come," you command. "come for me, 'toru."
permission granted, his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. his back arches completely off the bed, every muscle in his body going rigid as he comes harder than you've ever seen. ropes of cum paints his stomach and chest as he cries out your name, the sound broken and ecstatic and utterly yours.
you work him through it, both toy and hand moving in tandem until he was gasping, oversensitive and trembling with aftershocks. only then did you release him, setting the toy aside and running your clean hand soothingly over his heaving chest.
"holy fuck," he breathes, throwing an arm over his eyes. "that was..."
"a pretty neat punishment, huh?" you finish for him, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. "did you learn your lesson?"
he lowers his arm, those blue eyes now soft and sated as they meet yours. "yeah," he says quietly and contently. "I learned that I'm a fucking idiot for ever thinking I could ever hide anything from you."
"good." you kiss him properly this time. when you pull back, you pick up the toy one last time. "so we can throw this away?"
"yes. god, yes. please." he watches as you toss it towards the trash bin. "I never want to see that thing again. you're all I need, baby. all I want."
you settle beside him, and he immediately pulls you close, still trembling slightly. "though I do have to admit," he murmurs against your hair, "that was the best punishment I've ever received."
"don't get any ideas," you warn with a smile. "this was a one-time thing."
"a one time thing, huh?" he quips devilishly, "but baby, don't you happen to own a rose toy?"
a/n: @princeable the kids miss you baby please come back home🙏🙏🙏
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