postpartum depression is real, and ryomen hates it
tw: postpartum depression(ive never been pregnant so im trying my best) cursing, fluff flufff and angstttt, ryomen being the softest human being ever, mentions of death, DIDNT PROOFREAD
you’re lying in bed on you stomach, face smashed into a very fluffy pillow ryomen invested his money into.
thoughts running a million miles per hour, ryomen is in the next room rocking your beautiful newborn son to sleep. you let out a loud sigh, you’re body rightfully drained, never have you felt this tired before and you’ve done sports before.
your brain feels the same as your body, tired.
just extremely.. “tireddd” you groan.
the door behind you opens “babe?” you grunt. ryomen immediately crosses the room to be by your side, you never grunt, normally you hum when he or someone catches your attention.
he knows something is wrong.
he knows you’re tired.
“talk t’me” you shake you head then you feel two hands grab your waist. he gently places you on his lap, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
“can’t.. m’so fucking drained ryomen” your voice cracks and you feel your eyes getting wet. “i know baby, i know, if there is anything i can do.. let me know.”
in a moment of silence he runs his rough hands softly up and down your plush thighs.
you nod, you’re face now smashed into his neck not the pillow. “maybe they should’ve let me di-“ his eyes shift towards you. “shut up” he pulls up and holds you up.
“shut the fuck up” you’re eyebrows knit together “excuse me?” “you’re fucking excused” you roll your eyes. “don’t ever say that, ever again.” he grabs your face, your face squished.
“im sorry for being rude, but i don’t want to hear that sentence come out from your damn mouth ever again, you deserve to be here.” he lets go of your face and kisses your cheek. “we deserve to be here, with our son, who’s asleep”
“yeah?” he nods “hell yeah baby, you always wanted this, i know you’re not at your best but you look-“ trying to control his words he looks up and down at you slowly. “like a mother.”
you smile “don’t lie to me, i look a complete mess, I don’t think ive showed in 3 days.” he hums and leans in and sniffs. “ewww ryo!” you giggle and he smiles “smell good too.” “you’re so nastyy”
he kisses your cheek “im sorry” he looks down, ashamed? “wait what, what are you sorry for?” he shakes his head his smile faded into a frown, different from his normal pout.
“ive been so engrossed into taking care of yuji.. i- fuck” his voice cracks “i almost forgot about you.. about us” you kiss his shoulder. “i forgot about myself too, don’t be sorry.” he sighs and shakes his head “I should be sorry, extremely.”
he picks you up and gives you a bath, rubbing your back and washing your body letting you unwind and ease your mind.
finally.
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ps. came up with this last night, because I saw a video of this woman(i forgot the @) and i forget that sometimes our parents forget themselves to take care of us. so appreciate yours💕
getting back shots in someone else's bed post-breakup is fun - until you have a bump to show for it a few months later
synopsis: your former best friend has been in love with you long before you ran into him after breaking things off with your boyfriend. and he won't hesitate to show you this time around.
pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader
content: mdni, pregnancy, friends to strangers to coparents, messy relationship history, ex-bf!Gojo, leaving a toxic relationship, one night stand, oral (f! receiving), face sitting, reverse cowgirl, multiple positions + povs, sukuna is obsessed, reader stands up for herself, pining, more tags in individual chapters
Your city girl self married the famous rodeo cowboy. Now you need to get used to his farm life shenanigans...oh and you're ALSO pregnant and his antics seem 10x more annoying!
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: fluff, unplanned pregnancy, established relationship, Sukuna's a daredevil but he's a good husband!!
AN: SURPRISE! A little extra featuring husband/baby daddy rodeo star Sukuna! This is a few years after the end of Head Over Boots Chapter 10, but can be read independent of it!
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics.
You’d accepted long ago that you were never going to be one hundred percent comfortable with Sukuna’s bull riding lifestyle. You did eventually reach a point however where you didn’t feel like you were going to have a heart attack every time he mounted the animals.
The sigh of relief that cascaded out once the bull your husband rode was corralled from the arena though? THAT was here to stay and you don’t see a world where that ever goes away.
Sukuna at home wasn’t much better for your nerves compared to Sukuna on the road. Maybe being born into this lifestyle forges a level of risk tolerance into your veins that allows one to look the other way when witnessing the shit this lifestyle bestows upon your eyes.
Things like being six months pregnant and walking out the front door right as your husband is jumping off the top of a fence and onto the back of a feral horse that ends up kicking him square in the side.
“Sukuna what the fuck?!” you shriek, wincing and shielding your eyes when he rolls away just in time to avoid two powerful hooves that slam the dusty ground inches from his face.
The man has the gall to be fucking laughing all while Uraume, his childhood friend, drags him up onto the back of his trusty horse Cleave. The two of them both lasso the wild horse, positioning themselves so there is no slack, leaving the animal to buck and kick a safe distance away.
“Hey baby, thought you had that call or somethin’,” Sukuna lazily waves in your direction, coughing into a red handkerchief and dusting off his shirt. He repositions his worn, leather hat and casually unbuttons the top button of his plaid shirt.
“And I thought all you were just checking out a new horse!” you storm towards the round pen, hands on your hips.
“I am,” he shrugs, his cocky grin curling up his cheek the closer you get.
God he pisses you off.
“I don’t think that should involve testing how hard it kicks!”
Uraume exchanges a nervous glance in Sukuna’s direction.
“Technically I wanted to see-”
“Uraume, shut up,” you snap, making them flinch in surprise. “If you want to be irresponsible I’m not going to stop you, but I’m sure as shit going to call him out for acting like a goddamn idiot.”
The wild horse jerks against the rope in his hand, making Sukuna tighten his hold just in time to keep from being knocked off into the dirt. He clutches his side in response, obviously in pain from the blow he just took.
You can barely watch, sometimes you just wished you never walked outside. It was better to just not witness the bullshit he got himself into, pretending he spent all day frolicking through a field of wildflowers counting cattle before coming home to you.
“Ryomen if you don’t get the fuck outta there in five seconds I swear to fuckin’ god…”
He hooks the rope through the fence slats, tying it off so the wild horse can’t move beyond its length.
“Okay, I’m done. See? No more rogue horse,” he holds up his hands, nodding towards the nervous horse that seems to have calmed down for now.
You exhale loudly, shaking your head as you rest a hand on your swollen belly. Turning back to the house, you decide to leave the scene behind to protect your inner peace.
Sometimes you wonder if their father will ever live to see them born.
Yes, them. You’d been so blessed to conceive not just one but two of the pink haired cowboy’s children at one time. Let’s just do first time parenthood on hard mode why don’t we?
Sukuna seems to sense your strife because he’s at your side in a heartbeat, draping an arm around your back to steady you on the uneven ground, cracked and dry from the sun.
“You shouldn’t be gettin’ all worked up babe, it's not good for you and the babies,” his deep voice rumbles.
“Are you kidding me right now?” you come to a dead stop, slapping the back of your hand into his annoyingly hard chest, because of course his good looks contributed to the state you were now in.
“Keep walking and get inside! It’s too hot out here,” Sukuna growls, ignoring your words, trying to drag you with him, but you decide to just stand your ground. Two can play at that game if he wants to be a brat.
“Swear brat, you’re just tryin’ me today,” he smirks, coming back your direction, casting a shadow down from how he towers above you.
He stops in front of you, the earthy scent of dirt mixed with leather and spice from his cologne enveloping your senses. His massive championship belt buckle presses against your belly as his large hands come to caress it, thumbs rubbing small circles through the stretchy fabric of your shirt.
Crossing your arms, you don’t acknowledge him, but you can’t deny his touch is comforting and his scent alluring. Curse whatever evolutionary biology is making you feel safe and protected right now when all you want is to kick him in the shins.
You practically lose it when he kneels down in front of you, taking his hat off and tucking it against his chest before pressing a soft kiss into your stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he declares simply.
Your breath catches in your throat; the man rarely apologizes for his antics. Crimson eyes staring into yours, his brow furrows slightly as he studies you.
Glancing around, you almost wish there was someone around to witness this, but Uraume is gone and so is the horse. They must’ve read the room and fled, leaving their friend to handle this.
A faint breeze cuts through the sweat forming on your forehead. Everything takes so much more effort in your pregnant state considering walking out to the round pen now has you overheating.
Your gaze trails back to the man at your feet, pink tendrils dancing in the wind. Reaching out, you let your hand mold to cup his cheek, the scruff on his face scratching against your palm. Sukuna leans into your touch, the movement slight but there.
“I was coming to see if you wanted to eat lunch with me, my call ended early,” your voice is soft.
His hands move away from your stomach, now moving to cup your own. They are rough with callouses, one fresh with rope burn from moments ago.
Bringing your hands to his face, he kisses the backs of them softly.
“Yes, I wanna eat with you.”
Next thing you know, you’re being hoisted into the air bridal style. The brief moment of weightlessness causes you to lock your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his skin.
“Stop that! Put me down!” you squeal, attempting to thrash against his chest, but it’s useless.
“Nope. Little wife needs to get off those swollen feet,” he forces you to hold still so he can plant a firm kiss onto your head.
“Don’t make fun of me! I can’t help it!”
“In no way was I making fun of your feet, just making an observation.”
Sukuna exiles you to the couch when you get inside, completely defeating the purpose of why you came outside in the first place. You’d planned to make lunch for the two of you, but Sukuna insists that he’ll handle it.
Probably his way of apologizing for giving you a heart attack.
“You’re going to send me into early labor if you keep acting like that,” you call out from where you sit, feet propped up on a tower of pillows Sukuna erected for you.
Sukuna gives you an annoyed side eyed glance before opening the fridge, dragging the sandwich supplies out. Peanut butter, jelly, and mashed banana with no crusts has been your craving of choice lately.
“That’s not funny, don’t joke about that,” he murmurs, grabbing a knife to begin trimming the crusts off the bread.
“Then quit trying to make me a single mother with your crazy shenanigans.”
When you originally found out you were pregnant, you’d both come to an agreement that Sukuna would significantly cut down on the competitions in order to be home more. Additionally, you’d hoped it would reduce the risk of serious injury that would render him useless when the kids came because you’d be damned if you were going to raise these happy little accidents while coddling an injured husband.
For some reason he just couldn’t stop himself from finding other reckless activities to pass the time.
What you just witnessed was pretty terrible, but it still doesn’t hold a candle to him deciding to go bow hunting for moose a few months prior… because apparently hunting with a firearm was just too easy. Supposedly you have to get pretty close to get a clean shot when hunting in this way, so close that Sukuna startled a bull moose early one morning and barely got out of there without serious injury.
Being pregnant with the famous rodeo star’s twins did have some interesting perks and opportunities thrown your way. Instead of doing sponsorship gigs like energy drinks, western wear and the like, Sukuna has started being approached for commercials and shoots that trended toward the domestic side.
Just the other day he did his first diaper commercial and you’d have thought it was a Calvin Klein ad with the way the video tore through all forms of social media. Apparently the sexy, rugged cowboy surrounded by cute babies was worthy of breaking the internet. Plus you now practically had a room full of them because even the star’s offspring were seen as a marketing opportunity.
Honestly, you didn’t care what kind of diapers your kids shit in, if they were going to be free and coming in droves, you’d use them.
What had been hilarious though was him getting approached to appear in a pregnancy test ad because there had been no hoping and praying for two pink lines to appear when you peed on that stick. Reading the script had you both laughing at the kitchen island seeing phrases like “after all that time, why wait any longer to find out the news you’ve been hoping for”.
He should have been in a condom ad chanting “don’t be like me and raw dog your wife without confirming pregnancy risk” at TV viewers.
Sukuna had been on the road constantly during the summer season. Usually it is his busiest time of year and you were lucky to see him for more than a handful of weekends. It’s okay though because you would use the time to spend down at his old city condo (now also yours) catching up with friends and doing all these things you couldn’t do living up in the mountains.
You’d unfortunately forgotten your birth control at the house when you came down to the city that week, but you knew he was scheduled to be gone through the end of the month, leaving you plenty of time to restart it before he got back. Well what a surprise it was when he barged the condo door down on an impromptu visit after winning a massive competition. When Sukuna won, he was extra cocky and arrogant which honestly always does something to you because confidence turns you on more than anything. Plus, when one of the most famous and attractive men in the country gets down on his knees to drown in your heat until you forget your own name, a girl can only do so much…
So now here he was, national finals rodeo winner turned baby daddy of the year, flying back home for ultrasounds and baby showers instead of to the usual brand sponsored appearance. Holding back your hair at 2 in the morning replaced calling you wasted out of his mind from his ride back to the hotel after partying with the team until the early morning celebrating another victory.
One constant remains, he’s a very attentive partner and still manages to make you feel like the most special woman in the world no matter where he is on the planet at any given time.
Sukuna sighs loudly, lifting your feet off the pillows and onto his thighs.
“Sandwich for the princess,” he lowers the plate into your lap much to your delight. These babies have you constantly starving and even though you hadn’t planned on Sukuna being the one to make lunch, you sure weren’t going to complain.
“How’s your back feeling?” he eyes you carefully as you attempt to sit up and get comfortable.
“Not great,” you groan, finally surrendering to hunger, shoving the sandwich in your mouth. You’ll just eat quickly and figure it out later.
Sukuna drops his own plate on the end table before taking a bite, clattering loudly against the lamp.
“Sukuna please just sit and eat,” you whine, unable to do anything about the man lumbering over in your direction after ripping every throw pillow from the surrounding furniture.
“No, you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m pregnant with your huge ass twins, I’m always uncomfortable.”
He huffs out a laugh.
“So it’s my fault now?”
“Kind of yeah!”
“Hmm, worth it.”
You roll your eyes, not stopping yourself from eating your lunch to make his efforts any easier. Sukuna maneuvers you around to prop your back up with more support with ease. He was muscular and strong enough that he could figure it out.
He notices you’ve scarfed down everything on your plate just as he starts to move back toward his spot on the couch. Glancing at his still uneaten food, he doubles back, taking the plate from your hand.
“Are you still hungry?” he pushes his pink locks out of his crimson eyes.
“Mhmm, but I can wait until you’re done.”
“Nope, I’ll get you more,” he briskly walks away.
“Just get me like chips or something easy-”
“No, you’re getting another banana slammer.”
“Stop calling it that!”
You can’t even protest because he’s already mashing another banana on the cutting board, sleeves cuffed at his elbows.
“Why are you putting so much force into it,” you start laughing at the scene before you of him completely massacring the fruit.
“Because you don’t like it if it’s too solid, if I do it this way, it’s the perfect texture to really mix the peanut butter and jelly in so it’s one perfect mixture when I spread it on the bread,” he retorts. “Stop concerning yourself with it.”
“It just seems unnecessarily aggressive towards the banana.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart, it lived a good life and is being put down for a good cause. I’ll murder a hundred bananas to keep you fed and happy.”
He hurries back over, dropping the plate carefully into your lap.
Moving it instead to the end table, you start to get up to refill your drink just as Sukuna sits down and picks up his own plate.
“No, sit down!” he leaps up, yet again dropping his plate loudly. He grabs both your shoulders, pushing you back gently into the seat.
“Now look, the pillows are all messed up again,” he hums, collecting them again and sitting you upright so he can get them back in position.
“Can you chill the fuck out? My god,” you burst out laughing. “You don’t even know what I was trying to do.”
“No I don’t, now what was it?” he grunts, smoothing out his shirt and admiring his work. His eyes dart around until they land on your empty cup, snatching it away and returning with more.
You follow him with your eyes as he rounds the couch all the way until he sits down and takes a huge bite of his own food.
“What?” He holds eye contact until he swallows.
“You take such good care of me. I’m just really lucky honestly.”
A blush creeps across his cheeks, rubbing at the skin with the back of his hand like it’s going to change anything.
“Well, m’just trying my best to make this a little easier. I can’t imagine growing two kids in your body is exactly a walk in the park.”
“It’s not,” you chuckle, “but I’m happy it’s with you and…I love you.”
He blush deepens and in that moment, the sun catches his wedding band, reminding you of those vows that now feel further away than before. Vows that were said when you still felt like kids but held all the promise to take care of each other through all seasons of life and the challenges that came with them.
“I love you too,” he answers, smile softening. “Always.”
I hope you enjoyed this little extra! I have another planned where we see him in full rodeo dad mode. there's no way his children will be as reckless as him...just no way
You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.
“Mmmfgh-!”
His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.
It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.
You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.
“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.
“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”
You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.
Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.
His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.
“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”
He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.
His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.
You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.
Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.
“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”
Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.
“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.
“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.
Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.
“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
pervy best friend!choso who has to fight back a groan as you rub his bulge, looking up at him as if you have no idea of the affect you're having on him.
"w-what are you doing?" choso doesn't even attempt to control himself, thrusting shamelessly into your hand. you roll your eyes and roughly squeeze his bulge. you can't believe he's asking what you were doing when he had his mouth all over your chest just seconds ago.
"you think i don't know that you've been perving on me this whole time?" you squeeze him again and watch as he squirms under your touch. he can hardly think right now, let alone reply to you - his mind completely overtaken by your lips, your eyes, your nipples, and the thought of your warm, wet pussy.
choso's thoughts are interrupted by you climbing onto his lap and sitting your pussy directly over his length. you grind on him, feeling his thick cock throb underneath you. he looks absolutely pathetic with his cheeks flushed red and his lips trembling as he tries to make sense of what's going on. he can feel you leaking all over him and he absolutely loses it when your shorts slide to the side and he realises you're not wearing any underwear. choso decides he can't take it anymore, grabbing you by your hips, taking off your shorts and flipping you over so he towers over you.
"w-wait choso-"
"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," choso interrupts you, and with that he bends and presses his lips to yours, kissing you with a hunger so intense you can almost taste it. your arms fly to his head and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pressing him closer to you. his tongue teases yours, licking all around your mouth. you lose track of how long his mouth has been on yours, and at this point it doesn't matter because both of your lips are numb.
choso feels completely dizzy with desire, his boner becoming unbearably painful. still kissing you, he slides his cock out of his boxers and starts stroking himself. he pulls away from you, a glimmering string of spit connecting your lips. he spits a thick glob of spit onto his cock and lets it roll slowly down his shaft. choso is in awe of you - looking utterly ruined, your lips swollen and glistening with his spit, your nipples unbelievably hard, and your pussy shining with your arousal.
you can't believe the sight in front of you either. choso's body is absurd. you always knew he was muscular, but you never knew just how massive and chiseled he was, with his broad shoulders narrowing into a slender waist, and the outline of a 6-pack indented deeply into his skin.
not to mention the view of him kneeling over you, moaning and slowly stroking his cock, glossed with pre-cum and his spit. you were so wet it felt like you had pissed yourself, and your pussy throbbed achingly at the thought of choso inside you.
"you're so perfect," he whispers as bends down to kiss your neck. his fingers travel down to your folds and he smiles when he feels just how ridiculously wet you are.
"fuck, you're so wet for me," he slides a lengthy finger in and you gasp, your hands reaching up to grab his muscular arms for support. he moves further down to your breasts and his mouth is on your nipples, licking and sucking on your buds. he slides another finger in and the stretch makes you squirm and grip his arm harder.
"mm, choso", you're moaning in his ear and the sweet sounds of your voice threatens to send him over the edge. his mouth leaves your nipple and lands on your stomach, leaving moist kisses on your skin as he travels down to your wetness. once he gets to your sopping pussy he uses his fingers to part your lips and almost cums in his pants at the sight of you. he licks a stripe up your folds and then kisses your clit. the sensation makes you writhe, so he grabs your hips to still and pushes your pussy to his mouth.
choso licks your folds like a starved dog, with no rhythm or rhyme to his movements, just pure hunger. the feeling of his rough tongue on you is driving you insane with pleasure, making your legs shake and drawing out the loudest moans from you. his hands move to your ass, squeezing and slapping at the fat as he continues licking you. the slurping and squelching sounds he's making with his mouth are downright vulgar. choso starts to suck on your clit, inserting his two fingers back into your hole and pumping them back and forth.
"f-fuck, hng.. s'too much," you can hardly speak now, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm nears.
"you can take it baby."
you climax on his face, and choso slurps up all your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. he stands up and his cock stands thicker and prouder than ever. the sight of it makes the saliva pool in your mouth and you crawl slowly towards it, your legs still weak from your orgasm. you only manage to mouth at his tip before he pulls you off with a moan and sets you back on the bed.
"f-fuck, i can't wait," choso mumbles, and you can hear the desperation in his voice. you spread your legs for him and choso settles between them, rubbing the head of his cock between your puffy folds. you're both so sensitive and choso feels like his dick might explode if he doesn’t get inside of you soon.
he holds your legs apart with his hands and finally pushes into you, the stretch making you cry out.
"shit you're s-so tight, can't believe i'm inside you," choso rambles, lost in the sensation of your pussy clamping down on him and the feeling of his hips snapping against yours. he bends head down to meet yours, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. your tongues are tangled together and teeth clashing, your mouths barely able to keep up with the face past of choso's thrusts.
"your pussy feels so good," choso whispers against your lips, grabbing your waist and pressing you as close to him as physically possible. you're dripping all over his cock and both of your thighs are covered in your juices. he flips you around so that your ass is pressed to his hips, increasing the pace of his thrusts. he reaches a hand around to rub circles into your clit, and you feel yourself about to cum once more.
"gonna cum cho... d-don't stop," you sob, but you're not even sure choso can hear you. he's completely hypnotised by the wet grip of your pussy, his cock twitching as he thrusts deep inside you. your spongy walls feel so good around him and choso can't focus on anything else except the warm wetness of your pussy. he's grunting and moaning relentlessly, watching your ass ripple everytime his hips meet yours.
"shit, you're milking me..need to cum in this sweet pussy," he's babbling now, and his hips start stuttering.
"f-fuck, fuck im coming", choso grunts , and his mind is completely overcome with bliss. you cum at the same time as him, crying out as you milk him through his orgasm. you feel his cum spurting inside you, filling you up to the brim.
choso's cock is still buried inside you as you both crash back onto the bed. you feel some of his cum leak out of you and drip down your thigh and onto the bedsheets. the only thing you can hear is the sound of fast panting - both of you are thoroughly fucked out.
"soo, you knew what i was doing this whole time?" choso grabs your waist and pulls you even closer to him to ensure his cock doesn't slip out of you.
"mhm."
"and you didn't say anything?"
"nope."
"you're an even bigger pervert than me."
a/n omfg im so nervous to post this but i hope you all like it! also wanted to say thanks so much for 500, i had no idea this acc would grow so fast 🙇♀️
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
naoya is the type to just moan super loud in bed without realizing it. he'd whimper and groan to his heart's content while seeing you ride his cock, never getting tired of seeing your body above his in the dim light of the room.
large hands would grip your hips while he helps bounce you frantically on his dick all to his liking. but you'd also notice the way his back just keeps arching, almost like he's trying to chase the delicious warmth of your cunt.
when you bring it up in a conversation, he pretends that he doesn't even know what you're talking about, "you just love to spout nonsense right? stupid girl." but doesn't even deny it because he just loves the way you fuck him every night.
"you think y-you're, nn..ahh ... so fuckin' funny!" it's easy to observe him when you're on top, his brows furrowed in a slight scowl as he fights the urge to give in or continue that superiority complex that he annoyingly has.
the expanse of his throat and chest on display adorned a light flush that travels all the way to the tips of his ears, he'd squeeze your waist as if silently egging you to cross a line. which is what you do, lifting your hips and going down on him painfully slow, your fingers rubbing the sensitive peaks of his nipples as you hear him grunt with shaking thighs.
"enough, you... little bitch!" he spasms and hisses at the tightness of your cunt, "you don't even know what 'm...gonna do to you-" gets cut off to your pussy squeezing his tip tight before sliding back down with force. both gasping at the feeling. for you. . because it's ridiculously big— which is practically all he's good for, nothing but a pretty face with a shit personality but it's just so addicting.
it's even more fulfilling seeing the way his face contorts with bliss because of you. it'll all be worth the trouble that's definitely happening later because his leaking cock and bitten lips are all yours to enjoy.
Naoya who will tell anyone to shut the fuck up because you’re speaking and he’s the only one allowed to speak over you.
He’s enamored by the way you speak and the things you have to say, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth. He doesn’t realize he’s staring and you’re not going to tell him he is.
It’s endearing, in a way. You think he means well so you just squint your eyes a bit and tilt your head at him, a little shocked by his outburst. He shakes his head at you, eyes wide and annoyed, sticking a hand out palm up, saying, “Well, continue.”
It’s not just when you’re talking either, Naoya’s especially taken with your singing voice, even if it’s off key. He’ll hear you across your home - cooking, cleaning, showering - and stop in his tracks just to listen.
His favorite is to hear you singing in the garden to the cats that roam the estate, scratching their chins while they purr back to you. He’ll listen for a moment before telling you to, “Stop singing to the cats. It’s not proper.”
You roll your eyes at his dramatics. He says it’s not proper, you think he’s just jealous.
But nothing compares to the soft moans that slip past your lips when you’re under him.
His cock bullies into your sweet spot, your velvet walls clenching around him the closer you get to your orgasm. Your nails scrape over his shoulders, leaving red trails behind them. He hisses at the pain of it, fucking you harder, deeper, faster.
The wet squelch of your pussy is music to his ears, but it’s not what he wants to hear right now. So fucking close.
“C’mon, baby, give me what I want,” he growls in your ear.
“Fuck- please, I-“
He slaps your clit to shut you up, your body jolting under his. Begging is nice but it’s not what he’s looking for and you know it.
“Close, but wrong.” He slows his pistoning hips, cock buried deep and grinding against that spongy bundle of nerves that makes your eyes roll back into your head. He presses his forehead to yours, whispering, “Say my name,” against your lips.
Your hips rock up in an attempt to meet his shallow thrusts, hands tangling in his hair to keep him close. You pant into his mouth as his tip abuses your sweet spot, your cunt milking his cock as your orgasm hits.
“Naoyaaa,” you moan, head thrown back into the pillows.
Your clamping walls and his name falling so prettily from your lips sends him over, painting your womb with his white-hot, sticky seed.
(直哉) naoya takes your virginity◞ tw: naoya zen'in + dubcon-ish
you don't realize just how hard you're trembling until naoya clicks his tongue at you, his eyes flicking back in forth between your face and naked body unimpressed—-the telltale sign of his disapproval.
"oi. eyes up here."
he pinches the soft chub of your cheek with his calloused fingers, duly noting the fat, unshed tears that cradle on your waterline. he sneers but can’t say he’s surprised; you always were a crybaby.
“stop shaking," he complains, manhandling your body easily as if you were a doll, slotting himself between your legs like it's his birthright. "you said you wanted this, didn’t you?”
you nod meekly and his hands slide down to loop your ankles around his cream-colored waist.
“I do, I really do. but…”
you stumble to find the right words. minutes ago, you were positive that you were ready for this moment, for naoya to take your virginity. it was the only way to ensure that your relationship was legitimate--at least, in the eyes of the zen'in clan
but now, you weren’t so sure anymore.
“it’s not going to hurt, is it?” you whisper breathily, trying and failing miserably to hide the panic in your tone.
naoya doesn’t even spare you eye contact, just continuing to undo his robes boredly. the heavy outline of his dick shows through his boxers. it’s big—bigger than you thought.
"don't ask me stupid questions.” he says flatly, almost matter-of-factly. "of course it's going to hurt. that's how you know your doing it right."
the elastic snap! of his waistband feels like a slap to the face.
his cock springs free, milky-pale and long, like the rest of him, topped off with a swollen, pinkish mushroom tip that's dripping with pre. his pelvis is dusted with long wheat-yellow hairs that travel up his navel.
he lays his length right on top your heat, not sliding it in, only applying stomach-wrecking pressure. then, he drags the velvety tip along your folds, bullying drool from your cunt (and your mouth) until a very audible, very lewd squelch can be heard.
"fuck..really are a virgin." he mutters, his eyes half lidded in his own pleasure. "you get wet like one."
his words are condescending, disgusting even. but oddly enough, his tone is much softer than it was moments ago--maybe for your sake. there's a certain reverence to sex that even the scornful naoya zen'in must be mindful of.
after what he deems an adequate amount of preparation, the man pushes his puffy tip against your entrance. the sensation burns, yet you can feel your cunt welcoming him in. slowly, but surely.
“n-naoyaa...hurts" your voice lilts with desperation, your back curls against the sheets.
"don’t start,” naoya murmurs, his voice all too hot against your cheeks. "this is what all proper women have to do." his hips roll forward, the fat head pushing just barely inside, stretching you full until your nails sink crescents into the plush mattress below.
the truth is, nobody can know you’re fucking naoya zenin.
not because you’re taken, not because he’s got some perfect girlfriend waiting at home (you’re pretty sure he’s got a rotating roster of girls who think they’re special), but because the idea of anyone seeing you—perfectly reasonable, selectively bitchy you—spread open and moaning for campus’s most insufferable misogynist makes your skin crawl with embarrassment.
so you do it in his stupid black benz, with its windows tinted, parked in the abandoned service lot behind the engineering building at 2 a.m. on a tuesday because apparently naoya zenin doesn’t do “wait until tomorrow.”
tonight he’s got the driver’s seat reclined as far as it’ll go, one hand braced on the ceiling, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while you straddle him. your skirt’s shoved up around your waist, panties long gone—somewhere on the floor mat probably—and his trousers are open just enough for his cock to jut up thick and flushed between you.
“you’re so fucking loud tonight,” he sneers, but his voice cracks when you sink down another inch, taking him slow, letting your walls flutter around the stretch. “thought you didn’t want anyone to hear.”
“shut up,” you hiss, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “this is your fault for picking a car with leather seats that squeak like a porno.”
he laughs—low, mean—and thrusts up hard enough that your head snaps back, a startled moan ripping out before you can stop it. the sound bounces off the windows; you slap a hand over your mouth, mortified.
naoya’s grin turns feral. “there she is. my dirty little secret.” his free hand slides up under your blouse, shoving your bra aside so he can palm your breast, thumb flicking your nipple until it hardens. “look at you. riding me like you hate me, clenching like you love it.”
you do hate him. you hate the smug tilt of his mouth, the way he calls you princess when he’s balls-deep, the casual arrogance that makes you want to slap him and fuck him harder at the same time. but god, he fills you perfectly—thick enough to ache, long enough to nudge that spot that makes your thighs shake.
you roll your hips, grinding down until your clit drags against his pelvis. he groans, head tipping back against the headrest, throat working. “fuck—do that again.”
you do. slower this time, deliberate, watching his composure fracture. sweat beads at his temples; a strand of blond hair sticks to his forehead. for once he looks almost human—flushed, desperate, pupils blown wide.
“you’re close,” he mutters, like it’s an accusation. his hand leaves your breast to grab your ass, spreading you wider so he can thrust up sharper, deeper. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the car; the windows are starting to fog.
“so are you,” you gasp, voice breaking when he angles just right and hits that spot again. your rhythm stutters; you brace both hands on his chest, riding him faster, chasing it. and he watches you with something close to awe—then ruins it by smirking. “come on my cock, princess. make it quick. i’ve got an 8 a.m. lecture.”
you want to curse him, but the words dissolve into a choked cry as your orgasm slams through you—hard, blinding, walls spasming so tight he curses under his breath. he follows two thrusts later, hips jerking up, spilling hot and thick inside you with a low, guttural sound that vibrates through your chest.
for a long minute you both just breathe—harsh, uneven—foreheads almost touching, but not really because... ew. his hand stays on your hip, thumb stroking absently over the mark he left. then he opens his mouth.
“you’re still a slut for me, even if you pretend you’re too good for it.” you roll your eyes, already climbing off him (wincing at the mess dripping down your thigh). “and you’re still an asshole.”
he just smirks, tucking himself back into his trousers like nothing happened. “same time thursday?”
you flip him off as you slide into the passenger seat.
there's something so hot about slapping a man in the face.
especially when he's big an buff, and is looking back at you with a familiar smirk.
water is dripping down his face from the water you threw at him, an empty shot cup in his hand—god why is he so fucking sexy like this?
staring back at him, you can see the slightly red, throbbing skin, making a note of the impact. funny enough, he seems to be unfazed other than the reaction that's happening below the belt. he'll deny it but there's a staining in his boxers, though.
"is that all you got?" he teases, rubbing his calloused hand over his jaw. breathless, you can't help but pout—you gave him everything you had and he still wanted more.
he turns his check the other way, exposing a new side to you. he taps his cheek bone impatiently.
"c'mon, give it another go." he encourages, smile growing more and more as you wind up your arm.
so when your hand finally slaps against his face, sound echoing through the bustling bar you’re met with a grin more sly than before. “that’s it,” he encourages, eyes flashing with something lustful. “atta girl.”
naoya praises himself while he's got you folded in half, your knees pressed to your chest, his cock slipping in and out of you at a rate that has your brain melting out of your ears.
"making a mess," he comments, not bothering to slow his pace as he leans into your space, lips turned up into a sly smirk and just centimeters from your ear to ask, "that 'cause of me?"
and when your walls start clamping down around him, "cumming again? who did that for you?" followed by a laugh.
but every once in a while, his confidence cracks. you don't even realize he's started to slip until his forehead presses to yours.
his pace starts to falter, collapsing into you. he supports his weight on one arm above your head, the other wrapped around your waist as your hips work together now. the angle is just right, the tip of his cock staying pressed into your sweet spot, every shift of your hips sending little shockwaves down your spine.
"tell me i'm doing a good job," his voice wavers when he asks, throat bobbing as he swallows down his fear of rejection. vulnerability is written all over him - eyes squeezed shut, his fingers playing with the loose ends of your hair. when you take too long to respond, he chokes out a, "please."
your hand comes up to his face, gently placing it against his cheek. you bring your lips together for a moment and then, "you're doing a good job," when you pull away, head falling back into the mattress.
your voice is soft and seemingly exactly what he needs. he lets out a low, lengthy moan, letting more of his weight settle on top of you as his thrusts pick up speed again.
