★ Your husband didn't understand the concept of Thanksgiving so, instead of stuffing turkeys to celebrate, he just stuffed you. content. mating press, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, overstim, established relationship, etc. A/N: happy thanksgiving! based on this req. (not proofread)
Sukuna's so mean with it too; having you folded up in the rudest mating press, his fourth heavy load of creamy cum spurting out past the lips of your pussy where his cock is currently splitting you open. It’s a mess of release and every sudden move he makes now sounds downright filthy.
He half-way remembers what you said about the holiday and how you’re supposed to be thankful for some bullshit but, everything you uttered went through one ear and out the other when he heard you say the word stuffing moments after. You know you mentioned turkey as well that but it seems he got confused!
Especially since now you’re the one forced to thank him after each hot pump of his cum against your slippery walls. “How many is that now, brat?” Sukuna rasps against the smooth of your tear-streaked cheek, his tongue lulling out to lap itself against those pretty droplets streaming from your eyes due to overstimulation.
You barely manage to wisp out a gentle, “F-Four, ‘Kuna,” before he’s draaaaging those bulky hips of his back—cockhead teasing your quivering pussylips just so he can feel the tickle of them begging for him to fill you again.
"Only four? Surely you've miscounted," He taunts as if you were even lucid enough to have been keeping proper track of how many loads he's filled you with by now. All you're sure of is the fact that his cum is leaking everywhere onto the silken sheets.
"I didn't," You mumble from saliva-slicked lips, "S'only four, nngh..."
You then feel his creaming tip gloss against that sensitive sweet spot of yours a couple more times before you're distracted by the his teeth sinking into your jaw all feral-like. You try to whine out something in between pain and pleasure but you're pretty sure the only thing that falls out of you is another moan of his name as if you wanted-, no, needed more.
Then he's groaning against your skin, the sound of it vibrating everything his lips smear over whilst his dick thrashes at your slopping walls, "Mmgh, it's alright though, I quite like this holiday of yours," Sukuna tells you all suddenly before you feel his hips become flush with yours and the way his cock throbs addictively, then there's yet another thick glob of cum kissing your cervix. "Thank you, wife."
Synopsis . The last thing you told your ex-best friend before he was dragged off to jail for arson was one well-deserved, 'fuck you.' Five years later, he broke out of prison, and now he's coming to make good on those words. (nonnie req)
Pairing . fugitive!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, rough sex, possessiveness, a hint of yandere!sukuna, implied stalker!sukuna, manhandling, heavy tension, confessions, creampies, mirror sex, manipulation, jealousy, full nelson, filth, sukuna’s quite literally insane, heavy yearning, violence, major pain kink, toxicity, dirty talk, slight angst, blood, pet names, praise, degrading, he has a dick tattoo, spitting, squirting, orgasm denial/edging, biting, breeding kink, obsession, reader in denial, death threats, attempted murder (?), making up for lost time, etc. / wc . 9.7k
A/N: This might be one of the craziest things I've ever written... Banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (Kinktober Masterlist.)—Ignore how we’re well into November now. Not proofread, sorry if there's any errors! [MDNI]
Your best friend tried to kill you.
Multiple times, in fact. That was the harsh reality of having a man like Sukuna as your closest friend; he was absolutely insane.
Piss him off even the slightest bit and he was sending you all sorts of violent threats, no matter who you were. So, for some reason, when it came on to you—the only friend bold enough to put up with him for the past ten years—he always made sure to follow through on those threats of his.
And as of recently, the man had set your house on fire as you were inside. For what? Oh nothing, just overhearing you have the audacity to refer to another man that wasn’t him as your best friend.
Totally not an overreaction.
——
You remember being laid across your bed, phone in hand as you yapped away to a new friend of yours. Now, you and this friend got along because he was the complete opposite of Sukuna. He didn’t threaten you over petty things, didn’t curse you out and call you mean nicknames, and most importantly, he wasn’t batshit crazy.
While you were busy half-listening to your friend’s voice on the line, you began to smell the faint scent of something acrid. The smell made your face scrunch up, nose crinkling as your brows furrowed and you glanced around your room. You thought that maybe you could’ve left the stove or oven on somehow, even though you don’t remember turning either of those things on..
The scent reminded you of burnt toast if it was intensified to the third degree so, clearly something was burning.
“Are you even listening to me…?” The man on your phone grumps. You could practically picture the pout on his lips, “Hellooo?”
Shaking out of what’s got your expression shifting, “Yeah-, yes, I’m here,” You replied hurriedly, “Sorry, Satoru, gimme a second.” You end up telling him as that smell from the first floor of your home began to grow stronger.
The whole thing was making you very uneasy and it didn’t take much for you to feel the panic seeping up into your veins as you slipped out of your bed and went rushing towards your door. As soon as you opened it, you were smacked in the face with clouds of thick, black smoke that made you cough, bringing one hand up to cover your nose as you ducked and walked out into the wall of heat coating your home’s air.
“You alright over there?” Gojo had asked you, having heard your coughs and even catching a faint crackling as the phone picked it up into the call.
Between another cough, “Yeah, m’fine,” You say jokingly, “My house is just on fire.”
“What??” He gasps, taking in the full severity of the situation, “Shouldn’t you be calling the cops or something?”
You’re leisurely making your way down the hall with your nose still covered and your body slightly hunched over so you don’t inhale too much smoke. This isn’t the first time a certain someone has set something of yours on fire so you suppose that’s why you’re more annoyed than you are scared as you make your way to the edge of your staircase.
Standing there, you lean into the phone a little more. “Yeah, I’m getting to it…” You tell Gojo, easing your way down the steps to peak around the corner and see that the fire is much bigger than what you were expecting.
Again, this isn’t the first time that “best friend” of yours went setting shit on fire in your house. But, this is the first time he set your actual house aflame. Your eyes widen and all that casualty you previously had died inside you as big, wild flames pop and crackle with heat from your living room.
“Oh shit,” You gasped, “S-Satoru, I’ll call you back.”
“Are you oka—“ Before he could even finish, you were hanging up and moving with shaky fingers to dial the police.
And somewhere under all those flames, you swore you heard laughing. Sick, maniacal, and twisted laughter—a sound of which you’d come to recognize anywhere.
Everything that happens after that is one big ugly blur of events. Such an innocent night had turned into something foul all because you’d called Gojo one of your best friends earlier in the day. You don’t even know how the fuck Sukuna got wind of that comment but low and behold, he was the one who set your living room on fire.
The cops were called shortly after you’d discovered the flames and you remember having to be transported out safely in the arms of one hulky blonde fireman, who Sukuna then tried to attack before he was swiftly arrested and pinned to the ground by policemen.
Outside of your home, the two of you had argued back and forth from a distance while they worked cuffs over his wrists. You don’t remember the details of what you’d shouted at him as most of what you spewed was in anger but you do still picture the crazed smile the man had on his face every time you said something especially vicious to him. That was exactly why he liked you so much–, or rather, liked being your friend so much.
Sukuna always adored how you never let him walk all over you, even after he’d literally burnt a part of your house down.
Somewhere between him getting arrested and that sweet blonde fireman—who’s name you noted as Nanami—Sukuna happened to see a gently clothed hand cleanse your face from the few ashes that’d covered your features. The only thing you heard was a snap as he’d broken out of the cuffs and launched himself forward.
It was an even bigger mess from then on.
You barely remember seeing that poor fireman get punched in the face, to which you jumped up, went swinging at Sukuna and… yeah, it was bad. Really bad.
It took multiple police officers and firefighters to pry the two of you off of one another. Well, more like to pry you off of him. You’d landed multiple blows to his face and quickly caused his nose to bleed but, the thing about that entire altercation that had you livid was the fact that he was smiling throughout each second of it.
This was another thing that wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to do. You’d done almost everything under the sun towards one another within the past ten years that you were acquainted—which yes, includes fighting one another. Though, the fighting in question mostly consisted of you hitting him and Sukuna just taking it.
He may have been crazy in every other field imaginable but he'd, surprisingly, never hit a woman. Especially not you.
While you'd been beating up on the man and just before the officers had pulled you two apart, you do remember one more little detail that still manages to cling to your mind to this day.
It was just as an officer had shouted something along the lines of, "Stop right there!" that you recall the glint in Sukuna's eyes dimming and the way his smug smirk flickered. It seemed like reality had finally settled back into his head for a moment and even though you still had a partially bloodied fist hoisted up, ready to land on his face again, you swear that second stretched out longer than it should've before his voice came out ever so softly.
"Fun's over, huh?" Sukuna had whispered to you, as if he somehow knew and fully expected this to be his last moment seeing you. He understood that he was going to jail for all this but that wasn't exactly his biggest concern.
His main thing here was that he had to accept the fact that you probably hate him now—
"Fuck you." You spat, finally, before he could even finish his thought.
If the pill wasn't a tough one to swallow previously, it damn sure was then.
You were pulled off of him seconds later and he was dragged away—this time towards the back of a police car—and although there was something distant and somber about the way his eyes still lingered on you and that same fireman who came to help you, he kept those two words of yours in the forefront of his mind.
After all, it was the last thing you'd said to him.
“Are you okay?” Nanami ended up asking you as he stepped impossibly closer and was quick to tend to you as if his condition wasn't worse off. Concern was etched all into his features but, even though you heard him, your eyes were busy fixed onto Sukuna.
You managed a nod and felt the man's hands reach for yours to clean the blood off of them. You should've been able to take your eyes off of the same guy who literally just set your house on fire and then proceeded to attack someone just for helping you.
And yet, there you were, letting Nanami's smooth suggestion of, "Let’s get you checked out,” flow through one ear and out the other.
Even as he gently pulled you away from the scene, your mind was one big mess of confliction. You're supposed to hate Sukuna now, obviously. He was insane!
But... he's always been that way and somehow, you've always forgiven him for it. Maybe it was because there was more good with him than there was bad. Or perhaps it was because he was the only man you knew could match your crazy.
Part of you wanted to go and fight for Sukuna's freedom after the whole ordeal, y'know, that really delusional and stupid part of you. And the other half of you knew that the sensible thing to do here was to leave him where he was. Maybe a couple years in jail would do him some good.
Right?
——
That was five years ago from now, where your home has since been repaired and free of the violent crimes of which your ex-best friend committed against you.
Luckily, you listened to the logical half of your brain and went against fighting for his freedom or contacting him at all, no matter how many times you found yourself missing him.
These days you try to convince yourself that you don't even think about him as much but, every time you bring a new guy into your life it just feels weird or, something feels like as though it were crawling up your spine. Especially if you tried to talk to someone romantically.
You'd always experience this odd lump of guilt eating away at you and it made you feel strange considering the fact that you should feel free of Sukuna's control over you and who you date. You'd been in relationships before he was locked up, after all.
Even though most of them ended in the weirdest ways...
You remember how one guy told you how he didn't want to die just for dating you. At the time you laughed it off, thinking he was being dramatic, but looking back on it now... perhaps Sukuna had something to do with it?
There was also the time a guy completely ghosted you just a few days after you'd both admitted you were in love with one another. You don't know what that was all about but, again, looking back on it now...
To take your mind off of the man you're not supposed to be thinking about, you end up fishing for your remote after plopping down on your living room couch. The TV soon flicks on and you shove all thoughts of your ex-best friend into the very back of your mind where he belongs.
He's exactly where he's supposed to be now anyway; rotting in a cell somewhere.
On a brighter note, for the past five years straight you've been living your best life. For the most part, anyway.
You and that nice blond fireman got closer through the years and he often comes over to your house to give you some company after you'd explained how Sukuna was your closest friend years ago. You know Nanami visits you out of pity but, you never exactly reject him.
The only unfortunate thing about that situation is the fact that every time he flirts with you, you can't find it in yourself to reciprocate. There's nothing wrong with him and he'd be a good fit for you, truly. The issue here is that you can't ignore how wrong you feel when you're with him.
He could be doing nothing more than sitting on your couch watching TV with you and yet you felt as though you had Sukuna's eyes burning into the very back of your skull—watching, judging, daring. There was even a time you and Nanami tried kissing. He wasn't bad at it and neither were you, something was just wrong about it and you didn't know what it was.
Perhaps Sukuna had unconsciously conditioned you into some sort of deep rejection towards anyone that wasn't him and you hadn't realized it.
Things only became clear for you when the same thing happened with Gojo. Who you tried going on dates with, tried to let spoil you, and even tried sleeping with. All of which failed miserably, especially that last little act. You'd felt off the entire time, so much so that you don't even think you were turned on.
Which was crazy to think about considering he's Gojo Satoru! It's not like you weren't into him.
He'd treated and touched you better than any guy ever had before—as did Nanami—but maybe that was the problem. Maybe you didn't want something that was smooth and gentle with you. Maybe you needed the craziness you only knew to come with the asshole sitting in prison right now.
Or at least... the asshole that was sitting in prison.
The moment your TV finally turns on, there's a news report playing that instantly snatches up your attention and makes every vein in your body run cold. The report ahead explains how a man who'd been convicted for arson had recently escaped prison and has been on the run for at least three days now.
You swallow thickly and your eyes quickly flock around to various corners of your house. Three days? Logically speaking—and not like you looked this up before or anything but—that's about the same amount of time it would take for him to get to your house on foot...
You turn back to your TV and sink further into your couch, turning the volume up to listen intently to the rest of the report before you drive yourself insane. The fugitive could be anyone after all. Arson is a pretty common crime to commit, isn't it?
"—The man is said to be at least six feet tall with pink hair, dark red eyes, and tattoos all over his face," The woman on your screen adds on suddenly before a mugshot pops up just a few inches away from her.
Aaaand fuck, it's him.
You immediately shoot up from your seat and start rushing around your house to make sure all the doors are locked and that every window is shut tightly. Hell, you even consider bordering up all exits and entryways.
The sound of your heart racing in your chest thumps all the way up against your eardrums as you fight with the increasing sensation of paranoia rising within you. You move all throughout your home, slamming doors shut and double-checking each lock with slightly trembling hands.
You hate how all it took was one little report to have you all anxious and thinking about him again. It's been five years. Maybe you saw the report wrong, maybe it was about that younger, identical nephew of his...
No, no, that doesn't even make sense. He was just a kid the last time you saw him and from what you remember, he wants to be nothing like his crazy ass uncle.
Fuck.
Over six feet tall, pink hair, dark red eyes, tattoos all over his face... Only one person fits that description and you know it.
Fuck.
You saw his face too, you can't just ignore that and try to convince yourself it isn't him.
The news is still playing off in the background, echoing throughout the walls of your house almost hauntingly now as you struggle to ignore the punctuating reality of Sukuna no longer being behind bars.
"He's not coming here," You mutter to yourself, despite the suddenly pounding memories of him flooding right back into the forefront of your mind.
Fuck.
It's been five years, there's no way he's going to escape from prison just to come torment you again. Or worse, to come get revenge from you not coming to see him all this time...
Then again, if you still can't help but think about him in moments where you really shouldn't be, he's probably been doing the same thing. Hell, you're probably the only thing on his mind right now.
Something in your chest throbs at the mere idea. You don't know why that invoked such a physical reaction from you, it's not like you've ever liked the guy or anything like that.
Aside from the first few years of your friendship when you had the biggest crush on him.
But that was fifteen years ago, feelings like that don't linger this long. Feelings like that shouldn't linger for this long, not after he's burned down a quarter of your house and has been sent off to jail for it.
For a moment you consider dialing the police but, what exactly would they do aside from send an officer or two out to your house for the night? Your phone is in your hands now and all you're doing is staring at the screen with a million thoughts in your head.
You can't call the police, that'd just end in another big brawl between you and Sukuna before he's arrested again and, unfortunately, the last thing you feel like doing is fighting anymore. You don't think you have the energy for that, especially not this late into the night. So, you end up pocketing your phone and instead head back to your living room.
Up until you hear a sudden thud from somewhere behind your house.
Your heart sinks into your ass and you freeze. Straining your ears to catch more sounds, you slowly turn on your heels and creep back towards your kitchen. The floorboards beneath your steps creak softly but you swear you hear a distance set of steps creeping around as well.
Yet, when you stop, the sound stops as well.
So perhaps you were just driving yourself insane?
Yeah, that's probably it. It's been five whole years, Sukuna would not spend all that time thinking about you and then turn around and come back to the same woman who got him thrown into jail. He's crazy but he's not that crazy.
Taking one more stretchy moment to let the silence linger on, you release a long sigh and pace into your kitchen. Just in case, you still want to have a weapon on you in the event that your delusions turn out to be true.
Right before you reach the knives, the sound of your house phone ringing like something out of a cliche slasher movie cuts through the air and easily scares the shit out of you.
Flinching, you hurry over to it and scramble about to get the phone into your hands properly, quickly lifting it up to your ear. "Hello?" You call out with a slightly shaky voice.
At first there's no sound, just static. Which, of course makes you want to hang up.
You've never been a fan of scary shit and the only person who knows that about you is Sukuna. So if the creepy silence was telling you anything, it's that it was definitely him—
"Hey, have you seen the news?" Gojo's voice rings out to you after one too many deafening seconds of eerie silence.
With a heavy sigh of relief, you almost smile into the phone. Thank God it's just him. "Yeah," You reply half-breathily, "Of course I saw it."
There's a slight sound of shuffling over the phone and you think you hear keys for a moment, "Do you want me to come over? Y'know, just in case that maniac shows up?"
You're shaking your head before speaking, "No, no, you don't have to do all that, Satoru. I'm fine-, it's fine."
"You don't sound fine..." He points out.
You roll your eyes for a moment, hating how well he's gotten to know you over the past few years. Leaning against your kitchen counter a little, you glance over at the knives just a few inches away from you, "How do I sound then?"
Gojo scoffs harmlessly, "Shaken up."
You're quiet for a moment and within it, it's almost like your breathing is echoing around you. Ignoring the intensified sound, you shake your head and shut your eyes for a second to ground yourself, "I'm fine, really."
The man over the phone lets out a long hum and you could almost hear the skeptical look on his face, "I'd be over in fifteen minutes top, y'know... I just-"
"Satoru," You cut off gently, "Seriously, I'm okay. I... I know how to handle myself and I doubt he's even coming here. It's been three whole days after all. He's probably on the other side of the country by now."
"Right..." Gojo trails off for a moment before shrugging, even though you can't see it. "Well, if you're sure. Just uh," He clicks his tongue slightly and leans into the phone, voice getting a little louder against your ear, "Call me if you need anything."
"I will, I will." You promise, "Goodnight, Satoru. A-And don't call my house phone anymore, you scared the shit out of me."
He chuckles, "Sorry, you weren't picking up your cell so I got a little worried. But, yeah, goodnight, sweetheart."
You place the house phone back into its original place and the call ends there. Your hand lingers on top of the phone for a bit before you slowly slide your touch away and let your shoulders relax.
All the tension that'd been there just a moment ago has died down a little and you feel calmer now.
See? Everything is perfectly fine.
But, it wouldn't hurt to grab one of those knives just in case...
Fishing through the knife holder, you eventually pluck one up and bring it closer to you for inspection. You let the blade's end tap against your finger softly to make sure it's sharp, not exactly cutting yourself but just checking it out. Then, you breathe out another sigh as if to steady yourself again.
You had a weapon and you could call up Gojo if anything else went sideways so, everything was okay.
Just as you turn around, that last little thought of yours is practically fucked out of your head violently. There's a tall, brooding frame of a man standing a few feet away from you inside of your kitchen, the sight of him enough to make your entire body flinch with a physical force strong enough for you to drop the knife you just picked up.
You shoot down for the weapon you dropped and scramble it back up into your hands before rising up to your feet again, seeing that the man who'd just scared you hasn't moved an inch.
As your breath remains uneven and weighted with fear, the male inside your house is standing there with that signature smile of wickedness plastered all over his face. Cocking a thick pink brow, which you notice has two slits in one them, "'Sweetheart', huh?" He drawls, voice all dense with a baritone that fills every inch of the space between you both.
Your eyes are wide and frantic, running over every bit of your ex-best friend standing before you, trying to figure out whether or not this is real or just some fucked up nightmare. His hair, that same bright pink you know it to be, is all unkempt and wild atop his head as his eyes, low-lidded and dark, steadied onto yours.
"What the hell are you doing here?" You hiss out slowly, sounding unsure in your own tone given the abundant sense of unease inside you.
You watch his lower, rose-toned lip get pulled in between his teeth at the mere sound of your voice before his head angles to the side in slow motion. Then he lets his crimson eyes drag up and down the expanse of your frightened frame and swallows up every inch of you with his gaze alone. It's only been a few seconds and you felt as though you were shrinking under him already, despite the distance between you.
Sukuna's voice carries out with the same rasp that never fails to drive you insane, "Awh, come now," He coos with a pout of mocking smearing across his face for a moment, "Is this any way to greet your best friend? Pointing a knife at me as if it hasn't been years since we've last seen one another."
Your eye twitches in annoyance, "You set my fucking house on fire!"
He visibly reacts to the elevation in your tone with a rise of his brows and a slight adjustment backwards as if you'd pushed at him. "Surely you're not still mad about that," He purrs lowly before taking a small step forwards and ignoring the blade you have aimed his way.
You shift backwards but you merely meet the counter and realize you'd have to run left or right if you wanted to escape him. That, and most of the exits are somewhere behind him.
"You need to leave," You breathe hotly, "Get out before I call the cops again or I swear to—"
"Call the cops again?" Sukuna scoffs loudly and his next step closer makes the floor groan distantly under his bulky frame, "You think they can keep me locked up forever? I escaped once, I can do it again." Now he's only a few more steps away from you and you've yet to pry yourself away from your spot.
You hate how you can hardly move under his gaze, as if you'd been put under some type of spell or something, your body condemned to stay in place.
"And do you know where I'll come once I do?" He adds on slowly, sneaking nearer until he's only one step away from your personal space. "Right," The distance lessens as he takes that final step, "Back," Sukuna extends an arm out and you feel it brush against your side as he places his hand on the counter behind you, his lips grazing your ear now, "To you." he finishes off in a chilling whisper.
You fall impossibly quieter and he pulls away from your ear just to meet eyes with you, leaving you there to stare up at him with years of and years of emotions floating around your gaze. You wanted to say something, anything, but the only thing you could manage was a subtle twitch of your lips. To which he took as an opportunity to fill the silence.
Tone almost vulnerable if you listened hard enough, "I just wanted to see you," Sukuna admits, almost like he'd missed you or something.
Your grip on that rather useless knife of yours tightens, as does the feeling in your chest. You're standing face to face with him now, halfway trapped between his large body and the counter behind you.
And as if to unintentionally ruin the moment, his eyes sink further along your frame, drinking in your lack of a response to him and instead letting his expression color itself in amusement as he leans down to you and whispers, “You look good.”
The heated, “Fuck you.” that pours past your lips is instantaneous. You didn't even have to think about the words before uttering them, nor do you regret saying them to him in such a distasteful tone.
Sukuna hums somewhere deeply in his throat and draws himself back just a bit, “That’s what I’m here for, brat.”
You blink, “What?”
“Don’t you remember?" He continues, eyes studying every curve and twitch in your face as if he'd forgotten how expressive you could be. "All those years ago, that’s what you asked me to do, isn’t it?”
Your lashes are batting with perplexity now, “I didn’t ask you to do shit-”
“Well, that is the last thing you said to me.” He cuts off quickly. Then his hand moves off of the counter behind you and you instinctively draw your knife up, the tip of the blade tickling his chin and causing his head to tip back some. There's a faint hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard ever so faintly.
Testingly, your eyes remain vexing and pointing upwards on his, “So?”
His hand carefully reaches your wrist and his fingers curl around it, his touch a sense of gentleness you've never felt from him before. Sukuna was touching you as if you were made of some kind of porcelain—liable to break at any given moment. Which, naturally, had you even more pissed off. It lets you know that five years away from you did nothing but make him think he'd left you all fragile and on the edge of breaking or something.
“Are you really gonna sit there and act like you didn’t miss me all this time?" The fugitive questions further, voice an annoying cadence of softness. It was so out of character for him that it made you feel even more uneasy standing in front of him.
Something wasn't right here.
“I didn’t," You claim as if you hadn't spent over half of those five years doing exactly that.
“Mh," Sukuna hums again and this time his lips twitch back up into that usually smug smile, voice dropping, "Yeah? Is that what helps you sleep at night?”
To combat with his never ending smugness, you try to appear as nonchalant about it as you can and drag out your little white lie some more, “Yup.”
“Tch.” He's quickly irritated by that one word threading past your lips with such indifference, “So I set your house on fire one time and now all of a sudden ten years of friendship don’t mean shit to you?” He asks.
The statement itself was almost more concerning than the fact that he'd done that to you. You'd think five years in confinement would help a person think over their actions and actually consider the wrong in their crimes but apparently Sukuna Ryomen wasn't prone to such a thing.
“You tried to kill me, asshole.” You remind him for the nth time.
He talks half a step away from you and chuckles, “I’d never do something like that and you know it. If that fire had hurt you that day, I’d never forgive myself for it.” Sukuna claims in a weirdly endearing way.
You hate how that makes your chest do that weird clenching thing again, as if his words still had an honest affect on you after all this time. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you were screaming at yourself about how you should've called the police on him again when you had the chance, while you were still somewhat in your right mind. But now it was too late, you were already wrapped around his finger tightly with no desire to unravel yourself from him.
Before you can manage out another jab, he ends up bringing one of those large hands of his up to his sharpened jawline and then runs his palm over it carefully, gaze drooling out an emotion you don't care to acknowledge right now, “And I meant what I said,” He whirs, “You look good.”
Finally rolling your eyes elsewhere, “You shouldn’t be here.” You deflect.
Sukuna obviously doesn't move, “You’re not telling me to leave.”
“You need to.”
“Do you want me to?” He retorts, taking the following long second of silence as a decent enough response from you, “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
After which you allow yourself a moment to finally take the sight of him in. He's not as close as he was before which is somewhat helpful to your buzzing nerves but... fuck, he got even hotter within the time he's been gone.
Sukuna's always been tall but you swear he's grown a few more inches. All his features are sharper and more defined as if he hadn't let a day go by without properly taking care of himself, despite being locked away for so long. His body is staggering more so now than ever before as he stands in front of you clad in nothing more than a crisp white T-shirt and the rest of his prison jumper sitting low on his hips.
Now, this shouldn't be as distracting as it is but, as soon as you look down you can't help the way your eyes widen at the sight of the slightest sliver of smooth skin peeking out from the space between his lower abdomen and his pelvis. That bright orange fabric was way too low on his hips and you're sure he was aware of it too.
The toned V-line of his was adorned with trails of teasing veins that led to something you swore yourself up and down you didn't want to think about at all. But of course, it's hard not to think about it when you see that heavy tent in his crotch. You always knew Sukuna was... packing but, most times when you'd acknowledged it, you tried to shove the thought away just as quickly as it came.
It's a little hard to do that now when he's standing right in front of you watching you watch him. You don't even realize the way your eyes all but linger there as your lips part and a soft breath ghosts past them.
Then you're speaking your mind without thinking first, “You got… bigger.”
Your eyes are still glued to that outline of something bulky in his pants just before you hear him scoff at your shamelessness and force yourself to look up again. Sukuna's eyes look hungrier now. Shit, that wasn't your intention at all. You're should be kicking him out of your house right now-
“That’s what five years in a cell does to someone, woman," The man drawls, voice a pitch lower already.
One little moment of taking in his appearance and he was already feeling the effect you had on him. Moving your gaze away from his starved one, you resort to studying his now folded arms and how hefty they are tucked over his even broader chest. The tattoos across his skin still seemed as fresh as ever, almost as if not a day had ever gone by.
Clearing your throat and ignoring how hot you start to feel when your mind flashes an image of those same arms around you, “F-Five years in that cell and you still can’t even address me by my-” You're cut off when he looms closer all of a sudden, causing your stammered words to die out in your throat somewhere. He's mute as he draws close and then cranes his head down to your neck, inhaling you sharply. “...What are you doing?” You ask slowly, heart beginning to do that loud thumping thing again.
“You smell like another guy,” Sukuna utters a few inches away from your skin. It was almost as though he could see the scent of someone else on you before he even leaned in like that.
It gave you chills.
Trying to laugh his actions off again, you end up reaching a free hand up to his chest to try and lightly push him away, “What are you, a dog?”
“Woof," wisps out of his lips in a half-joking manner but with the way it slathers against your skin before the tip of his nose replaces the sensation as he zeros in on your neck, you're left struggling with a million and one emotions.
“The fuck…?” You whisper to yourself.
He only chuckles at your reaction, finding it rather cute, “Is that what I have to be to get in your good graces again?" Sukuna asks as his face adjusts to your neck and his teeth graze you, "Some kind of mutt?"
"No," You scoff, "Y-You're never getting in my good graces again." Your hand pushes at him again but even he could tell you don't mean anything by the gesture. Especially considering how you finally place your knife down somewhere behind you.
To which he smiles knowingly, "Oh yeah?"
"...Yeah," You manage out softly, turning your head to try and see what exactly he's doing.
"You don't sound so confident," Sukuna utters into your skin as if to let his words tattoo themselves into the area.
And hey, maybe you didn't sound confident because you weren't. So instead of searching for something new to say to him in response, you fall back on the same thing you've been saying to him for as long as you can remember. Angling your head elsewhere as you scoff a neatly said, "Fuck you."
"You keep saying that," He replies quickly while steadily gliding his head away from your neck and lifting. It's then that you're made well aware of how close he is to you now. Such little distance remains from his face to yours and all it would take is a short lean downwards for his lips to be against yours if either of you wished it so, "And I'm starting to think you want me to." He finishes off bluntly.
You blink out of your temporary daze just then, "What?"
"Fuck you," Your ex-best friend half-way clarifies, "It seems like you want me to fuck you."
"You-," Your words pause whilst your lashes flutter over one another, mind troubling itself trying to wrap around the audacity he seemed to carry after all this time. "You can't set my house on fire, go to jail for it, and then come back to me years later and try to sleep with me," You remind the man as you carry your stern gaze back up onto his, "Time does not equate to an apology, asshole."
Sukuna cocks a brow and bites back a laugh at the sound of that, "Is that what you need from me? A measly little apology?"
You scoff, "No, I don't need one from you but it would be nice-"
"I'm sorry." He says frankly, "Now, what else can I do to make up for it, hm?" His other hand presses behind you and you're trapped between both of his bulky arms before you even realize it, his voice dropping a tone and making the moment all the more intimate, "One thousand, eight hundred, and twenty nine days in which I have not seen nor heard from you and yet," You watch as his head tilts slowly and his eyes cascade down to the curve of yours lips, "You expect me to pry myself away from you?"
"Sukuna," You whisper, feeling almost suffocated in the lack of space between the two of you. Every fiber of his being was swallowing you up by the second and yet no matter how consuming it all felt, you couldn't find it in yourself to want to pull away.
You're unsure why his name even tiptoes past your lips like that when you carry no sort of argument against him any more. Sure, you should hate him now-, you think you still do but, it's hard to consider those emotions when he's so close.
Then his voice sinks another octave and your knees are feeling weak as his words exit him with something sinfully heated behind them, "I have missed you, achingly, for years," Sukuna claims, leaving you intoxicated in everything that pertains to him all over again. The tip of his finger meets your chin and forces your head further up, both of you now looking at the same thing now. "Yet you deny me. Why?" He questions.
You swallow thickly, as if that would lessen your nonexistent will to escape him, "You tried to kill me..." Your voice is meek and you hate every second of it, "Y-You set my house on fire."
The man fights with the smile that nearly broadens itself across his lips, "You remain unharmed."
"What about my home, Sukuna?" You ask in return, seeing as that is the most important thing here second to your well-being. Your tone is a little more sturdy now and he catches onto it, the sound making that undesirable glint in his irises return.
"It has been repaired, I see," He points out comically. After which his hand shifts and he holds the entirety of your jaw in his palm, thumb caressing your skin whilst he leans in and stops juuuust before his lips are on yours, "What more do you want from me?"
Your mouth trembles with the words that ached to leave them, unconsciously longing for the finality that is him kissing you at some point. You hated how in all the time he's been gone you'd done everything but move on and instead worked yourself up to a point so low in being touch-starved that you wanted to whine from the sheer closeness you shared with him alone.
"...Tell me why you did it." You eventually manage to demand from him.
He sighs but his answer is immediate, "You tried to replace me."
"What?" Your brows meet and your eyes shoot up to his, "No I didn't. I-I'd never-,"
"Gojo," Sukuna starts off interruptingly, allowing himself to meet those gorgeous pupils of pure vexing distaste he'd missed oh-so-graciously, "The fireman..."
"You can't be serious," You spat as you barely made an attempt to tug your chin out of his hold.
The effort you make is completely in vain since he only tightens his grip and this time tugs you impossibly closer, your breaths intertwining with one another now. "Forgive me," He demands, lips grazing the skin of yours as he does so.
Your mind halts every thought for a moment. The way he was looking at you alone was enough for you to have forgiven him a long time ago. Hell, you almost forget you were ever even mad with him to begin with. Sputtering, "I-I can't just-"
"Then let me apologize properly," Sukuna cuts off smoothly, words practically seeping out directly into your mouth now.
And all you could do was swallow down each one, completely entrapped in every thread of seductive manipulation he'd woven into you over the years. Your statement is airy as it strings out of you slowly, "You shouldn't even be here."
"I'm here because you need me to be," He protests.
You detest how true that may be but, you lie anyway, "No, I don't."
"Your body betrays your claims," The fugitive points out in the same way he always had whenever he saw directly through you, "Just look at the way you've leaned into my every touch as if you crave it—long for it, even," Sukuna continues on as his lips being to part over your own, ready to capture them in the sweetest, long overdue kiss. "Let me make my amends to you, woman." He requests of you kindly, shortly adding a borderline desperate, "Please."
——
You should never have given to that, really.
You were supposed to keep up with your act of stubbornness and not go back to your old ways of forgiving him no matter how wrong he did you. Yet, like any toxic relationship, you can't seem to find it in yourself to do that at all.
So here you are now, debauched and ruined in front of your own bedroom mirror. Having been put on display by the same man you were supposed to kick out of your home hours ago, you're busy bouncing up and down a looong expanse of his thick inches as he did nothing more than talk you to filth.
“Y’see this? See what’s all mine?” Sukuna rasps hotly against the sensitive shell of your ear, having one of his thick hands settled neatly onto the curve of your hips as he guides you up and down his swollen shaft with no sense of gentleness whatsoever. His other hand busies itself away with your jaw to keep your head facing the mirror just a few inches away from the edge of the bed where the two of you are sat, “Yeahhh, look how pretty she is taking all that cock. Taking all my cock. Uhuh..”
Your pussy is left swallowing up everything he stuffs up into you, singing out sloppy glistens of wetness and slick every time he hits that spot inside you no one else ever has or could before. All whilst your mouth dangles open, gorgeous strings of moans 'n whimpers gliding out of your throat and filling the air of your bedroom—the same bedroom he'd previously heard you talking to so many other guys in.
You never knew it of course; never knew that he had your entire home bugged from top to bottom, always listening to who you talked to and how you spoke to them. So five years ago, that might've been how he'd heard you call Gojo your best friend but, none of that matters much now. You're exactly where Sukuna has wanted you to be all this time.
“Fucked so stupid on it already,” He grunts at the way you're struggling to keep up your rhythm on top of him. “How cute,” Sukuna adds on cooingly, to which your cunt flexes ever so deliciously around his slobbering length.
Everything's a literal mess now.
You've got your neck plastered in spit and bite marks, all from the man who just swore he had to make sure you and anyone else who dare set their eyes on you after this knew you belonged to someone. The two of you have been at it for hours now and at this point you're hoping the police have long since forgotten about searching for him.
At some point you think you should've gone numb from the pleasure he'd given you but instead it was the exact opposite; you just couldn't get enough!
With the way your walls hugged the fat of his cock so snuggly every time he spoke, he couldn't help but carry out his teasing, “No one else has been in here, huh?” He asked, despite already being quite sure of the answer.
From drooly lips, “N-No, Sukuna,” You hardly manage out, especially with the way the wide crown of his cock is just thrashing up against your cervix, leaving the nastiest of kisses all against it so that you'll never forget the feeling, “Jus’ you.."
He smiles proudly at the sound of that and something in his chest swells dangerously. Hips bucking up faster-, harder to rudely knock up against the same place that's been gushing all over every inch of him for fuck knows how long now, "Really? So you were saving this pussy just for me, hm?”
“No,” You try huffing out. Instead, the short word comes out as more of a moan than anything but, all your syllables had been leaving you like that.
Just a few minutes ago he'd had you spread out over your bed and mumbled apologies into your cunt with nasty swirls of his tongue, inscribing every "sorry" into your walls with searing licks and lathers. It was the only time in all this that he'd gone somewhat quiet and instead let your pussy do the talking.
You hardly grasped what transpired from that to now since you're struggling to take everything he's giving you. Hell, you can barely get yourself to sink all the way down to that dark ink he's got wrapped around his cock, having told you that the tattoo there is—apparently—what you're supposed to be reaching with every thrust.
“Feels like you were,” He husks out thickly in between ragged breaths, grin only enlarging itself out across his slicked face, “Look at how sloppy she is around me,” And just as he says that, you're doing nothing more than watching the way your pussy lips drool so stupidly against the angry veins of his dick. To which he snickers into your ear just to tease you some more, “Such a wet lil' thing.”
You can't even control the way your head flops back somewhere against him, hips growing fatigued by the minute and throat hoarse from your pathetic mewls of pleasure, “Hnngh, S-Sukunaa."
The man only tuts before shaking his head a little to get the sweat-soaked pink locks of hair sticking to his forehead to move a bit, taking in the sight of how slovenly the both of you look right now.
With his lips sticking to the sensitive crest of your ear, he whispers ever so tentatively, “Made s’perfect for me,” A praise that only has you drenching the stretching girth that's tucked heavenly inside you, “Aren’t you?”
“M-Mhmm,” You agree instantly, of course. You think you've forgotten how to and the overall desire to deny him a long time ago from now.
Just then you feel a certain twitch spasming against your honeyed walls, causing a lewd squelch to ring out. Sukuna's breath gets even more breathier as his heavy balls ache for the release he's been saving just for you. “Slut,” He calls, almost as if that were your birth given name. “Look at me,” The same strong hand on your jaw forces your head to turn and your eyes meet his dilated pupils, “Can you feel that? Feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me? Hm?”
Just as he asks you all those dirty questions, you feel him rolling the rest of his cock deeper inside you, trying to make that slathered tattoo disappear all the way past your puffy folds already.
“Yes,” You croak pliantly, earning a mocked pout of his kiss-bitten lips.
“Yeah? How do I feel inside there, huh?” He asks, just to earn a soft whine out of your throat instead of proper response. Then he cocks his brow up, “S’good you can’t answer me properly? Poor thing—here," All. of your breath is ripped out of your lungs as he then moves both of his arms down to swoop under your thighs and lift them up and out. Followed by which is him finding the nerve to stand with you in his hold.
You quickly find yourself in a full nelson before you have the time to break out of your cockdrunken state. The drool from your lips drips out onto the floor with soft, nasty splatters that match what's currently leaking all off of his balls and onto the floor.
Oh, the sight is nothing short of pure filth.
But—naturally—Sukuna's not phased by the change of positions in the slightest, "Tell me if this is better for you.” He taunts.
Better for you? As if. You could feel a tingling sensation thrumming all throughout your legs as they reduced to utter mush in his arms, especially as he starts moving. His thick cock dives in and out of your leaking hole, creating the prettiest sounds of nastiness that reverberate throughout the space around you.
Sukuna spreads you out impossibly wider with his rugged, tattooed arms secured too neatly under the plush of your thighs, having you take him fully now. Your hips feel wobbly whilst he hauls you up and down his cock, leaving you to do nothing but sop up everything he slid so thoroughly into you.
You're gasping when his wiiiide cock lodges so suddenly against your sweetest spot, “Kuna’, c-can’t—mmgh! Fuck! M’gonna cum,” You pant heavily, adding on a cute whine of, “S'too much!”
He's kissing somewhere near your neck now but you're too focused on the feel of his weepy head against where you needed him most to realize. Not until he starts that raspy purring against your hot skin, “Again? You like my cock that much?”
“N-No,” You manage to argue playfully, “I just-, mmnh! I-I like the way you fuck me.”
“Oh really?” He scoffs instantaneously, as if offended for a second. “And yet look at this messy pussy," Sukuna directs, causing your attention to shift down at the way you've left the creamiest mess of release all around that dark ink of his. "Crying alll around the same cock she hates.”
“Ohfuck,” You gape, eyes watering up again when he bites down hard at your neck. Something deep in the pit of your stomach felt as though you were bursting and fuck did it feel good.
So good that you're driven straight into overstimulation for the nth time of the night, all while sobbing and pleading for something—though you're not quite sure what for. It's not like you wanted a break by this point, no, no, you were much more interested in him breaking you.
So why does your body start squirming in his arms all over the place as if to escape him? You've no idea.
“Don’t do that,” Sukuna starts scolding you the moment he catches onto it, arms bulging around your folded body and locking you in place, “Take it, since you like the way I fuck. Take it, every fuckin’ inch—none of these-," His head angles up to lick the streaming teardrops off of your cheeks, "Mmh… sweet-, tears. Awh, look at you trying to run from it. S'this too much for my slutty girl?” He sears into you.
“Sukuna, please,” You beg. For what? You're still unsure but by this point you're unsure about everything. The only thing you can think about is the way he feels inside you.
He's still breaking out that smug smile of his, taunting, “Please what?”
“I-I can’t—“ You don’t even know what you were trying to say with the way your mind blanks and you cream around the thick of his cock yet again.
“Shh, shh, listen to her," Sukuna instructs, letting your gasps and cunt become the loudest things in the room. “Y'Hear that? That’s what good sluts sound like when they get fucked right.” He explains to you, talking into your ear once more just to have you spasming all around him for the millionth time. The baritone in his voice gets impossibly heavier in the next second, “Hah, ready to hear how they get bred?”
In response, all you can do is clench around him and manage a lazy, fucked-out nod of your head.
“Ohhh, you are, huh?” He coos.
“Uhuhh,” You babble, “Please ‘Kuna... N-Need it."
A scratchy grunt tumbles up from his throat, “Need what? Say it for me.”
“Cum inside me,” You say fully and almost perfectly for the first time in hours, “Fuck me full.”
He almost does at the sound alone but for some reason, he feels as though he needed to hold out just a little longer. "S'that what you need?" Sukuna huffs, thrusts entirely uneven now with the way his pearly 'n dawdling cockhead thwacked around your insides with no more direct focus, just feral need. "You need my cum inside you?"
"Yes," You weep delightfully.
Your best friend can only manage another, "Fuck, I've missed you so much." at the sound of that. Then he's spilling every globbing rope of cum inside you. His thrusts punctuating to make sure it takes, "Thought about you every. single. day."
"Sukuna," Your head is turning elsewhere again and for some reason he hates that.
So he's rasping a needy, "Look at me," all over again, swallowing down the terribly plead that nearly jumped out of his throat. Masking the near level of patheticness he'd reached, "Now tell me you love me." he demands instead.
Your mind may be a mush of cockdrunk and fucked-stupid but you still carry that same strength to push his buttons one more time, "F-Fuck you,"
Sukuna groans harshly and turns around with you. One second you're held tightly in his hands and the next he's laying you down on the bed flat with a rough grab on your head just to push it against your bedsheets. The next few moans that leave your throat are broken and muffled as he plows into you in yet another new position—prone bone—and driving his fat cock into every quivering crevice of your cunt.
His free hand presses down against the newfound arch in your spine and his dick feels even thicker inside you somehow. Eyes fluttering, you end up giving in without him having to say anything else, "F-Fuck! I love you, 'Kuna..." You sob into the bed.
He tugs your head up by your hair with a sharp pull, "One more time f'me?"
"Hnngh, I l-love you," You whimper.
He chuckles as if he's aware of something you're not, "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart, I know." Then he's leaning down, wide, muscular body caging yours as he speaks carefully, "You're never gonna send me off like that again, right?"
"Never," You're choking now, his hard tip kissing that spot of yours yet again.
"So obedient," Sukuna comments whilst practically spelling his name out into your cunt, "All I have to do is give you some cock for you to obey my every word, huh?"
You're nodding like some idiotic whore now, "Mhmm.."
"What a slut." He scoffs—as if he isn't into it or something—and then lets his eyes glide down your gorgeously ruined body, "My slut though, isn't that right?"
You don't even try to think before speaking. The words easy fall past your lips in a wispy puff, "All yours S'kuna."
"Juuust as I fuckin' thought," He breathes out in return. And then with one last little snicker, his voice dips to something so quiet that you nearly miss the way he finishes off with a softened, "'Love you too, woman."
★ Husband trying no nut November for the first time and failing it. content . teasing, dryhumping, whining, biting, established safe word, degrading, poutykuna, etc. (not proofread)
“I will try your petty challenge, woman.” Sukuna told you. “And I will be victorous, as I am with everything.” He swore up and down.
Now look at him: outstretched on the couch with his cock aggravatingly hard against his sweats and frowning grumpily at you because it’s mid-day and you’re walking around in a bra ‘n panties while cleaning. Bending over every which way to, “reach certain spots” and “make sure everything is cleansed properly.”
God, he couldn’t stand you. Which, yeah, that’s kinda why he married you—because of how insufferable you are—but fuck when you do shit like this it truly reminds him why he hardly ever agrees to these foolish challenges of yours.
You lied and told him no nut November would be easy for any person with good restraint and then tested him by adding on a sly, “Unless of course you can’t control yourself.”
You knew what the fuck you were doing and now he was struggling with the consequences of being unable to ignore his big ass ego.
He’s done pretty well up until the point, no matter how tempting you are around him. A little over a week into the month and this is the first time he’s even gotten hard around you. Even as you stroll over to him and plop down in his lap as if you belong there, he’s still telling himself he’s not falling for this stunt of yours.
Y’know, until his hips instinctively twitch up and he feels how soaked you are. Now he’s asking himself what the hell you could’ve possibly gotten turned on from—you’re the one walking around in practically nothing, not him. He slumps back against the couch a little more while you comfort yourself on top of him, his every vein twitching with the natural desire to touch you.
You’re hardly clothed and still find the gall to wrap your arms around his neck and move your lips to his ear, whispering all about how the simple act of him watching you with that hungry look in his eyes was enough to get you going. And to be fair, he knew that somewhere in the back of his mind.
But that doesn’t give you the right to start rubbing yourself against the already drooling length of his cock. Whispering in his ear with that sinfully whiny tone, “Just help me get off, ‘Kuna.”
Was that simply torturous of you to ask? Of course. Is he secretly loving every second of it despite the glare in his eyes as he drags them everywhere else around the room in hopes he could ignore your panty-clad cunt gliding up and down his shaft? Well, duh.
His hands are finding your hips before he even realizes what he’s doing, “This is mean, wife.” Sukuna grunts out, voice heavy in his own arousal.
“Well, I can’t take this anymore,” You argue back, breathing all unevenly against his ear in with that airiness you know he loves. “You’re supposed to go the whole month without cumming but that doesn’t mean don’t touch me at all…”
Your husband scoffs profoundly in your face as his eyes roll. Hands at your hips, he hooks a thumb under the flimsy fabric of your panties and tugs at it, “I’m touching you now.” He points out as he released the fabric and lets it smack! against your skin rudely. “And if you wanted me to get you off all selfishly, you should have just asked instead of pulling this shit.” He grumps.
“I did ask,” You frown in return, flinching from the recent sting. Your hips are rocking methodically back and forth against his lap and you feel yourself getting wetter from the way his cock keeps throbbing up against you, “But you stopped giving me attention.”
Sukuna lets out a low hiss when he starts feeling the slick from your pussy soak up his sweats and through all the layers between you both. “I am trying to avoid making a mess of myself, which requires giving you no attention,” He explains as calmly as he can.
“Well you can’t ignore me like this,” You’re firing right back, lifting your face away from his ear to meet eyes with him.
You thought you were imagining the way his eyes were faintly glossed over but it was clear that the friction against his cock was getting to him. Especially as he lets out a weighty huff.
“Stop.” He mutters, even though his hands are guiding you against his cock now.
All you do is smile and let your head tilt to the side innocently before purring an all too sweet, “That’s not our safe word, Sukuna.” Then you arch forwards and angle your lips down to his neck, making his situation even worse with the way you kiss and bite at him as if you just couldn’t help yourself.
“Fuck,” Slips past his—now drooling—lips before he can even help himself. Sukuna didn’t think a week of no physical contact would have you this needy against him. His grasp on your hips grow tighter, nails digging into your skin as he thrusts up and pulls you down simultaneously. Contrasting his actions with a pouty, “Get off of me.” exiting his throat.
To which you lap your tongue around the spot you just bit on his neck and smile, “Make me.”
Mere seconds later and he’s flipped the two of you over, holding your arms up above your head and grinding his thick cock down against you—making both of you gasp out in sync as he presses into your clit.
The swollen head of his dick is weeping with precum and he’s glaring down at you as if he despised you more than anything. “You’re evil,” Sukuna rasps, the sound lacing with a whine he wished he swallowed down.
Because the moment you hear it, your back is arching up from the couch and your eyes are starting to roll back. Jaw falling open, cunt clenching around nothing, you moan a sweet, “You love it.”
As if proud, your husband sandwiches his body to yours just so he can feel your orgasm wash over you. Tipping down to kiss along your jawline as he whispers, “Damn right I do…”
Now he was slowly grinding against you, giving you enough friction to coax you through your high. He’s too wrapped up in softly kissing you and watching how pretty your face twists up to realize he’s sticking up his boxers with thick loads of cum.
It’s not his fault he loves getting his wife off. This was inevitable for him, really.
You end up snickering at the feeling, “Look, you just lost.” You hum out to him, a nasty slick of release leaving all fabric in between the two of you soiled.
Sukuna lets go of your arms and readjusts his hands down to fully wrap your legs around him. A smug smile pressed at his lips now, “Maybe. But I’ve won something else.”
You scoff confusedly, “And what might that be?”
He’s working your panties to the side before you know it and then you feel something slobbering and hard slip between your folds, “Reminding my slut of a wife what happens after she teases me like this.”
Yeah, consider yourself fucked for the rest of the night (literally).
★ Your boyfriend failing nut no November pathetically. content . established relationship, a wet dream, a bit of fluff, him cumming in his pants, some dry humping, cuddle fucking, teasing, etc . (not proofread)
Love Suguru but he definitely fails no nut November in his sleep.
It's embarrassing as fuck for him too since you realize it before he does, given the way you're laying right next to him when it happens. You just so happen to feel something twitching wildly against the curve of your ass and when you look back over your shoulder, your poor sleeping boyfriend's got that look on his face.
Y'know, the expression he always makes when he cums? Yeah, brows scrunched up slightly, breath all unsteady 'n heavy, and a slim of flush taking over his cheeks. That face is ten times hotter when he's sleeping too. So much so that you don't even realize you're rubbing yourself back against him until he lets out a raspy groan within his slumber.
He'd be whispering your name as if he were awake but, little did you know, he was busy stuffing your cunt full of his thick cock in that nasty wet dream of his. It's been a total of five days and he really thought he would last this entire month but fuck, he couldn't help himself when your body was pressed so warmly against his before he fell asleep.
Now Suguru was dreaming of you dearly, never expecting for it to affect his reality by the time he started spilling his load into the dream-version of you he'd conjured up to satisfy his aching arousal.
"Suguruu," You'd started whining but, he couldn't tell if that was in his head or not. Well, not until he felt a certain smear of fabric against the length of his cock. Which was funny considering he could've sworn he was inside you...
Stirring awake, your boyfriend quickly finds that the whole thing he just felt was a mere dream and he lets out a long sigh of relief.
Until his eyes flutter open and he's met with your angled smug look. Huffing, 'What?" to you as if he didn't just fail the month's challenge.
The moment you started smirking at him, he should've known. "Someone just lost no nut November," You said all teasingly in a tone way too sweet for his liking.
Staring at you, "Huh? No I didn't." Suguru deadpanned. And he really believed it too. He just knew everything he felt was in his head. Then he shifted against the bed and looked down, "Oh..."
Your smiling grows all the more haughty in a matter of second as he notices the nasty patch of wetness staining his sweats, "Yeah, see? Loser-"
"That's uh," Your boyfriend clicks his tongue before looking up at your face again. Then he rolls his eyes and dramatically huffs a humourous lie of, "That's ai."
"Pfft-, what?" You snort, "Suguru, that doesn't even make sense-"
"Mmgh, y'know what, I'm not even mad at losing that stupid challenge," He claims in the middle of him stretching his limbs a bit, though his face totally said otherwise. "Jus' wish all that went into you instead."
You feel his hands snaking over to pull your warm body back against his and the feeling makes your expression shift from something smug to something intrigued. After all, ever since your boyfriend had been trying to go through with this stupid challenge, you'd been missing out on his touches and attention too.
Hence why you're all but purring an almost needy, "S'not too late, y'know."
His brows instantly shoot up excitedly, "Yeah?"
At least he was getting something out of his loss.
A couple minutes later and he's solidifying that loss via pulling those gorgeously soaked panties of yours to the side and squeezing the fat of his cockhead in between your lathering folds. His breath meets the crook of your neck and the way he groans while sliding into you let's you know he was never gonna make it through this entire month anyway.
Even while the two of you take things slow and lazily fuck one another in the middle of the night, you can't help but tease him still, "Can't believe you-, mmnh.. came in your sleep, though..."
Suguru's prodding head kisses up against your cervix as his lips press against the crown of your ear, "Wouldn't be the first time, gorgeous."
You moan deliciously and his cock throbs against your drooling walls. "Really? You do that often?" You ask softly.
To which your boyfriend's hand comes around to roll two fingers around your clit with quickened circles, smiling now. "When I'm dreamin' about you?" He asks rhetorically before his hips press forward and he groans heavily, "Yeahh, all the fuckin' time."
★ SukuGo but you’re getting fucked in between them while they argue. content . eiffel tower position, a bit of dirty talk, bickering, little attention on the reader, sukuna x gojo (obviously), creampie, etc. (not proofread)
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who's barely keeping up right now." Sukuna rasps out to the sweaty, white-haired man on the other side of your currently ruined frame. He's got a single hand weaved into your hair as he works your mouth up and down the length of his blushing cock, still managing to argue even while he's halfway down your throat.
To which Gojo scoffs profoundly, "Oh yeah?" He starts, hands currently clinging onto the purchase of your hips whilst his pelvis meets the soft flesh of your ass with his heavy thrusts, heavy balls plap! plap! plapping! against your achy clit, "Says the idiot who-, hah, fuck... came on her face before she even stuck her tongue out," He fires back to the pink haired individual leaking all over the inner walls of your mouth.
Sukuna almost immediately rolls his eyes before setting them down onto you and sighing at the way your lips look bulging around the thick of his cock so prettily, "That was intentional.." He claims, weighty palm lightly stroking the top of your head whilst you lap your tongue against his most sensitively bulging vein, "After all, look at her now," He smirks when you try to take him a little deeper into your mouth but gag around him instead, "Poor girl won't even be able to talk properly tomorrow, I bet."
You try (pathetically) to insert yourself there and argue with Sukuna's last little complain but the only thing either of them catch out of you is a choked out moan with the way Gojo starts plowing into you harder from behind and Sukuna slips his hand off to the back of your hand to force your mouth further onto him.
You couldn't even join in if you tried, seeing as they way-too-easily had you moaning and sobbing tears of pleasure around both of their cocks.
"Fuck you," Gojo eventually huffs back after a moment of getting a little too lost inside you, literally. His fat tip is knocking right against that spot that has you gushing all around him and it's making it harder and harder for him to keep up with Sukuna's taunts.
The man who's busy watching your saliva gather up around his plump base and drip off of him and down onto the soaked sheets finds himself cocking an amused brow. "Oh?" The man starts off as he sends Gojo that signature smug grin of his, "You wanna?"
You feel Gojo's cock twitch wildly inside you and for a second, it almost feels as though he grows bigger. Hips stammering along with his voice slightly wavering, he pants out an all too caught off-guard, "W-What?"
Sukuna's smile only widens further into something all the more wicked. Then he clasps his lower lip in between his teeth for a moment and eases the pace of his cock rubbing up and down the expanse of your slopped tongue. "Let me finish up with this pretty throat 'n I'll save the rest of my energy just for you, yeah?" He offers.
Neither you or Gojo could tell whether or not he was serious about that.
Batting those pretty white lashes of his, Gojo's brows get to furrowing and his hips still inside you completely, "That's not what I-"
Before he can even finish, you're in between the two whining at the way Sukuna's cock slides out of your mouth all of a sudden. It's like they were forgetting you were in between them already! Pouting and looking up with glassy eyes, "Kunaa-"
"Shhh, shhh," He hushes out to both of you. Then he's using one hand to cup your jaw and redirect you where he wants you. You feel his fingers smush your face, forcing your mouth to open as he then force-feeds you the drooling head of his cock again to shut you up. When you start smiling around it, he shakes his head almost endearingly before looking over to Gojo and sending him a knowing smile, "One brat at a time."
Gojo instantly starts pouting but tries to play it off as if that were because of the way your cunt started clenching around him. Muttering, "Whatever." Hardly underneath his breath.
Sukuna chuckles, "Aw, you jealous?"
"As if." He chuffs.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a taste of my cock next since you're so needy for it."
"What." Gojo deadpans one last time, as if he weren't actively cumming inside you at the very thought.
A/N: happy halloween, im ovulating & on a writing spree. content . throat fucking, feral choso, head pushing, monster fucker!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), filth (he’s literally dead), a hint of primal play(?), he has a bush (ngh), etc. Art from here. (Kinktober Masterlist)
Zombie!Choso who's a different kind of undead that doesn't crave your flesh or your brain but something inside you, any part of you.
Zombie!Choso who you knew as a human before he turned and initially shrieked at when he first came groaning all hauntingly from around the corner. You don't even know how he got bit or what the fuck happened to him as this is your first time seeing him in days but, now he's making a jagged approach to you.
Zombie!Choso who’s a disgustingly hot muck of the man you once knew, previously brown eyes not glinting with read and lowered into a sleazy glare at you—his prey.
Zombie!Choso whose clothing is tattered and ruined but ripped in all the right places and more now that he’s dragging his heavy feet over to you.
You’re stuck in an abandoned house the two of you were exploring a few weeks ago before he went missing, and it’s clear that something had bit him on the right side of his hip as a nasty—yet fresh—gash of a bite mark remains there.
Zombie!Choso who gurgles out your name somewhere within the decaying ruins of his throat, bloodied hand coming up towards you as he reaches.
You happen to back yourself up against a wall and look your once-lively friend up and down, eyes getting stuck on how low his pants had fallen on his hips. You should be cowering in fear right now and yet you were feeling something else at the sight of the dark hairs trailing down and decorating the base of his cock that bulged against the front of his pants.
Zombie!Choso who lets out another string of almost pained groans and grunts as he inches closer. The sluggish movement of his limbs have you sliding down to sit on the floor as if that would help you escape him.
Zombie!Choso who comes to a full stop when he looks down at you and the way you’re trembling in—what seems to be—fear. Something in him appears to be clinging onto what’s left of his humanity as the look on his face shifts. While you’re squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for him to tear into your flesh, hoping for a quick death, you’re thrown off by the whine he lets out.
Zombie!Choso who doesn’t talk clearly. Everything that leaves his throat is rasped and broken, hardly even audible to your human ears. Even so, you hear a low grumble of your name and when you look up, his slouchy, rotten gaze is pleading as it meets yours, “Aagh..” Then you redirect your gaze and see it stitched ‘n patched up fingers tapping at the edge of his torn pants.
Something along the lines of ‘it hurts’ croaks past his fleshy mouth and it’s followed by another inaudible set of dialogue. You just barely catch the way he asks for your help. Eyes widening and excitement growing quickly, your body leans forward as your knees hit the floor with a soft thud. “You want my help?” You’d asked him, wiping the once fearful tears away from your cheeks.
Zombie!Choso who nods his head at you and shows that your friend was still somewhere in there. Then you’re looking forwards and carefully bringing your hands up to give his pants a gentle half-tug. It quickly falls off of his body with fluttering peels of fabric.
He starts groaning again, this time in approval when his fat, aching cock springs out in front of your face. Your mouth waters at the way that seems to be the only part of his body that’s not rotted. All pinked and flushed with hot need, his dick curves upwards slightly before he brings his it into his palm and lightly taps you on your face with it.
You let off a moan and bite back a whorish smile. You shouldn’t be into this as much as you were but fuck, he was hot. Even in death! Plus, you just wanted to help him out a bit. His entire body looked painful and yet the only thing he (groggily) asked you to do was suck him off.
Zombie!Choso who grunts longingly when his plump tip slides over your lips, smearing… precum? over it all sloppily. You’re not even sure how that’s possible but, again, it seems he only had one body part that was fully functional in a human like fashion. Hell, it was so functional that you feel the way it throbs against your tongue once you open your mouth for him.
Then Zombie!Choso moves his tether-gloved hands to the sides of your pretty head and holds you still as he instinctively rolls his hips forward.
The first thrust into your mouth lets you lap your tongue against the underside of his pulsing cock, each vein feeling very much alive in your mouth. When you give him that initial firm suck, the inhumane parts inside him immediately kick in and then he’s growling like some kinda animal—hips bucking forward and grip tightening on your skull with monstrous strength.
“Mmmgh,” He groans hoarsely enough for your thighs to squeeze together. One of your hands come up to steady yourself as he begins to glide his thick shaft in and out of your gaping mouth. The deeper his wet head kisses inside your throat, the more you start to gag around him, and he takes that as encouragement.
Zombie!Choso who’s rough with the way he fucks his cock into your mouth, leaving slick dribbles of drool spilling out the corners of your mouth. It quickly gets to the point of your nose constantly bumping into those dark hairs he has decorating his base as your lips bulge around him.
Then his hand shifts over to the back of your head and his other palm slams into the wall somewhere above you as he uses your head to ease the lust thrumming all throughout his length. Your eyes slowly begin to narrow as tears prick the corners from how rough he’s being.
“Mhmm,” He starts humming deeply, “M-Mmngh.. aaughh..”
Zombie!Choso who ends up cumming all inside the warm walls of your mouth, fleshy cock felt pumping the thick filth out against your tongue. As he does so, you look up and see the way his head is lazily angled to the side, sly grin tugging at the non-decaying side of his mouth as he finally manages a fully-understandable, “Swallow it.”
★ Getting pulled over by the hot cop who also happens to be your husband. content. oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, degrading, spit, pet names, & exhibitionism. (lowkey inspired by me recently getting pulled over by a hot cop LMAOO)
PoliceOfficer!Sukuna who's now pulling your panties to the side after pulling you over for going a mere five miles over the speed limit, stuffing your cunt with two thiiick fingers and curling them upwards against your honeyed walls as his mouth suckles in your clit.
Groaning out some bullshit about how he, "Needed a snack," prior to having you sit on the edge of the driver seat and tug that lovely dress of yours up high enough so that he could reach his desired meal.
He was violating plenty of rules by using his authority to pull his wife over and eat her out on the side of the road but, ask him if he cares and all he'll grunt out to you is a husky no before going right back to munching away.
His tongue is achingly wet around your soft bundle of nerves and you're whining at the way he keeps lapping his name and even his badge number around it. The only time he pries himself away is to spit a filthy wad of gooey saliva down onto the spread of your cunt, use his fingers to fuck it into you, and then leave messy, frenched kisses around the area.
The red and blue lights from his vehicle beam around the area and it's the only real source of light he has right now, not that he really needed it, he could eat you out with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back. Hell, he's done it before!
"Mmgh, s'fuckin' sweet 'n messy on my tongue," He's moaning into the slop of your spread pussy lips whilst his fingers scissor out against your inner walls, earning the most delicious gasps of his name from you. "Seems like you needed this too, huh, wife?"
"'Kunaaa," You're dragging out, fingers tangled up in his thick locks of pink hair as your legs clamp around his head and your hips buck closer for more.
The prodding tips of his fingers increase in pace and you feel him draw his digits all over your sweet spot, evoking a heightened choke of a moan from you. "Such a sloppy woman," He drawls mid thrust, tipping his head further down just to lick up whatever traces of your sweet juices dared to trickle away from him. "Letting an officer ruin you like this on the side of the road... where's your decorum, hm?"
To which you groan and shoot him down a glare with a cute pout of your lips, "Fuck you-, ah! Y-You're the one who pulled me over.."
"Am I also the one that got you this fuckin' wet?" Sukuna asks as if the answer wasn't obvious. "Or," A wicked grin peels out against his lips, "Did the thought of someone coming over here to check on us while I'm in between your legs like this do it for ya'?" At that, you unintentionally clench around his fingers and his smile only widens. "Oh yeah? S'that what it is?" Then your asshole husband has the nerve to bark out a laugh, "What a slut."
Synopsis . In which Ino Takuma can't keep his eyes off of the pretty married woman next door. Good thing for him though; your husband just so happens to be a cuck.
Pairings . Ino Takuma x f!reader & Cuck!Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, oral sex (f!receiving), slightly bimbo!reader, cuckolding, pussy slapping, clit pinching, spitting, hints of pervy!Ino, filth, milf!reader, dirty talk, voyeur!Ino, flirting, age gap—reader & Nanami are older, Nanami sharing you/showing you off, neediness, Nanami talks you & Ino through it, praise, premature ejec, overstimulation, threesome (kinda), some Ino x Nanami here 'n there, masturbation, manhandling, fingering, pussydrunk!Ino, etc. / wc . 11.2k (idk wtf possessed me again)
A/N: Alright guys, last stretch of Kinktober is here—let’s see if I can post smth new everyday. If you saw this the first time I accidentally uploaded it, no you didn't. Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
Ino's first impression of you is bare.
As in, standing butt-ass naked near your bathroom window with not a concern in the world about who could see you.
The poor guy had been on his way to change his shirt and while digging through his bedroom drawers, he just so happened to look up and notice he had the perfect view of his neighbors house.
The perfect view in question being your bathroom window, of course. Now, Ino didn't intend to make eye contact with those gorgeous tits of yours but in his defense... they looked at him first!
And watching the way you slip into some lacy panties afterwards totally wasn't illegal, right? No, no, the only thing 'illegal' in this scenario is how good you looked through that window of yours.
God, that first time he’d laid eyes on you, he swore he felt a flash of heat spark all throughout his veins. Which, y’know, makes sense considering you were naked, clearly fresh out of the shower, and glistening from head to toe in all your soaked glory. Yeah, that was illegal.
A federal crime in itself to be that obliviously divine at all times. And the worst part about it? You’ve got one big flashy rock decorating your pretty ring finger, one Ino noticed as you lathered yourself in a lotion he’s sure smells like liquified heaven.
Any sensible person would’ve quickly looked away the moment they realized you weren’t wearing anything but for some reason, Ino just couldn’t tear his eyes away. And who could blame him? It’s not his fault you decided to walk around naked in your home with the blinds left wide open…
As such, there he stood at his window all wide eyed and slightly slack-jawed. It was evening time so, the sun was making its downcast journey and due to that and the angle of these neighboring houses, the fleeting sunlight cast such a beautiful warm glow on your body. You seemed so clueless that it didn’t take much staring for Ino to snap out of his daze.
Quickly pulling his curtains shut and taking a shaky inhale of air into his lungs, the man tried to shake the vivid image of you out of his mind. You were clearly an older woman, as pulchritude as they come, and married above all else so, it was beyond disrespectful and perverted of him to stare the way he did just now. It’s unlike him too, normally women have the tendency to make him nervous but you? You sparked something within him that day.
——
A week later and it gets worse.
Ino’s only ever truly looked up to one person all throughout his life; Nanami Kento. Now, Nanami is one of the head executives of the company Ino works for and all he’s ever wanted to do was work his way up into being that man’s assistant. He’s had the opportunity of being in meetings and working on some team projects with him but, he’s always idolized Nanami and now he was learning that he lives next door?
Just what are the odds that the husband of the neighboring hot woman just so happens to be Nanami of all people? Ino swears the world is against him because he’s only been living in this neighborhood for no longer than two weeks or so and he went most of that time completely unaware of his idol—if you will—living right next door.
The day he finds out is when he comes home from work a tad bit earlier than normal, having almost crashed his vehicle into his mailbox due to the cliche display of you washing a car out in the center of your long driveway. Ino had unconsciously been waiting to lay eyes on the man who gets to come home to all that every night ever since the day he saw you naked.
Luckily for him, today was the day.
Ino eventually parked his car into his driveway, slightly stumbling out just to place his greedy eyes on you again. Almost frantically was his gaze landing on you, spotting your beautiful frame all bent against the hood of some luxury vehicle (he hadn’t the mind to note what kind at the moment), arm stretched out to the windshield as you thoroughly cleansed the glass, and chest adorned with soapy bubbles ‘n water that glossed against your skin and sparkled beneath the beaming sun.
It’s the middle of October and while it should be way too cold for you to be doing such an activity, you didn’t seem to bat an eye despite being doused in water and soap. Even as a chilly breeze brushed over, he didn’t see you shiver not once.
Your clothing hugged every inch of you seeing as the water allowed the fabrics to stick to your skin like glue. You worked while being so gorgeously soaked, bending and stretching all over your vehicle enough for Ino to catch a glimpse of the lacy blue bra you’ve got on under your top.
A thick swallow was warranted from him at the full presentation of you. It was as though you got even sexier with clothes on. The sensual sway of your hips and your chest as you pressed further against that soapy hood and scrubbed away at the glass until it was sparkly clean had the poor guy unable to move his feet toward his front door for a hot minute.
It wasn’t until he saw something or, someone moving within his peripherals that his body remembered how to function. Though, the second he flicks his gaze over to the person approaching you, Ino chokes on his own breath.
It’s Nanami. Dressed in something more homely than Ino’s ever had the pleasure of gawking at, the tall blond man comes out of his home and casually strides over to you, facial expression void of any surprise at seeing you all arched over the hood of your car. Ino’s feet are slowly moving now, making a small attempt at getting toward his front porch and hopefully inside his house before he’s caught staring but, he unfortunately trips over his own feet when he sees Nanami approach you with a shameless slap to your ass and a brief kiss.
His stumbling catches the blond man’s attention from across the way and earns a glance from both you and your husband.
Oh, he’s screwed now. Ino tells himself, trying to regain both his posture and his composure all at once as he gives his beanie a slight tug down with an aversion of his eyes. Then he’s got a hand fumbling into the pockets of his baggy pants in search of his keys, only for the damn thing to fly to the ground as he tries to tug it out. Just his luck, huh.
When he crouches down to swipe the keys—and maybe his bubbling embarrassment—up off of the ground, the sound of his name could be heard by that stoic voice he adores so much. Glancing over, he makes eye contact with Nanami again and he can feel his heartbeat picking up as the older man does nothing more than raise his hand to wave.
Awkward as ever, Ino throws his hand up in response and just when he thinks this embarrassment is about to come to a long overdue end, up goes your hand along with a beaming smile that makes his entire body twitch.
You were so gorgeous that it hurt. God, it hurt so good to look at you.
And the cherry on top? The two young girls that come running out of the house as if they’d been trailing behind Nanami giggling and squealing adorably before rushing over to you and hugging your legs. Ino couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was but he did get the chance to take in the sight of a relatively lovely family.
Y’know, Nanami—his idol—you—the woman he’d developed a minor crush on—and two little girls that look exactly like both of you! It was adorable really. The kinda sight that should turn a normal person off from having any type of crush on a woman who’s clearly happy in her marriage and with her children.
And yet… Ino feels something blossom in his chest. He’s not a homewrecker of any sort but damn did the sight of you mothering your two girls do something to him. Before spending any more time standing outside and watching like some creep, Ino quickly turns back to his door and makes haste in getting inside his home.
He can’t keep ogling you. That’s disrespectful to Nanami.
——
So, rightfully, Ino does everything in his power to avoid the two of you within the next few days.
Everytime he steps outside, he keeps his glances over at your house to a minimum, acts like an awkward loser whenever he does happen to run into you and you wave at him or try to speak to him, and even drags out his commute home just to avoid getting there at the same time Nanami does.
And yet, the world can’t help but fuck him and all his attempts to avoid you two over. How? Well, one weekend there’s a soft knock on his door and when he opens it—thinking it’s probably a delivery or something of the sort—he’s pleasantly surprised to see you standing there.
Now, Ino hasn’t had one full conversation with you outside of a simple hi or hello and yet, here you are with the cutest smile on your face and eyes that ooze interest.
Blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t imagining the way you’re standing in front of him with a warm dish in your hands, “Mrs. Nanami?” Ino breathes out as if this were genuinely a dream.
Your eyes seem to light up twice as much as he addresses you, the softening of your smile causing his heart to do backflips in his chest. “Oh, so you do know my name,” You say all sweetly in a tone that coaxes his inward desire to be in Nanami’s shoes. He’d give anything to hear that sound all day long.
Ino has never been more conflicted about a person in his life.
Whether or not he wanted Nanami or wanted to be Nanami was a mystery but, he was feeling something in between that.
You watch him lift a hand up to his face to clear his throat and make his voice a bit more sturdy to conceal his nerves, “Of course I do.” Ino replies, “I uh, I work for your husband.”
Nodding, “I know!” You exclaim all cheerfully. Now he’s questioning why you assumed he didn’t know who you were if you understood he-, “You’ve just been avoiding me these past few days so I wondered if I’d made myself that much of a stranger to you.” You add, derailing his entire train of thought.
Oh. So you’d noticed his recent evasions? Quickly taken aback by your words, he clears his throat—though it comes out as more of a sudden cough—and then tries to open his mouth to work out some sort of reply to that.
Unfortunately, you only interrupt him again.
“Takuma—can I call you Takuma?” You begin with his name, the sound is so natural on your tongue that he’s forgetting you’re a married woman with two kids for a second. Then, after he gives you a soft nod of his head, you extend the pan of food in your hands out to him, “I brought this over to officially welcome you to the neighborhood! I’ve been trying to do this but, you kept running off before I could,” That last statement of yours comes out with a short chuckle before you add, “Kento speaks so highly of you that I really started to think I’d done something wrong or—”
“N-No, no, you’re fine,” Ino interjects quickly in an attempt to kill that thought immediately. You’d done everything but something wrong towards him. “Thank you,” He says, taking the pan of food from you and peeking under its top to try and see what it is.
Before he could, you’re leaning forward. The movement is sudden, quick—like you didn’t even think before doing so—and then your hand is coming over his as your eyes peer upwrds, “Hey, don’t open it now, it’s a surprise!”
Ino blinks, looking down at your hand over his and then back up at your face. His body feels hot and all you did was put your hand on him! One touch from you and he was gulping thick nerves down again. He knows he gets nervous around women but this was different. Not only that, the way you mentioned how Nanami—the Nanami—speaks highly of him has him reeling.
Clearing his throat again, Ino adjusts his feet against the ground a little to give his body some sort of easing on the tension he was fighting with. “Ah, okay, yes ma’am.” He rushes out to you.
His politeness seems to have a lightbulb going off in your head for a moment and you very slowly remove your touch from him. “Good. Now, if you ever need anything—and I mean anything at all—don’t be afraid to come knock on my door, okay?” You offer all of a sudden.
Staring at you as if you’d just spoken a language foreign to him, Ino’s left with a suddenly dry throat and an annoyingly heated body. He might’ve been a little delusional but, you did flirt with him just now, right?
Ino replies to you with another nod of his head and that’s when you finally motion to leave, giving him a little wave before walking off towards your house. He blinks a couple more times and then looks down at the pan in his hands. Just now, it dawned on him that you said this was supposed to be a surprise.
When he takes it inside, he doesn’t waste any more time in opening it to find that it’s a pan of food that looks as though it were made from the heart. Now, he knows you said this was to welcome him into the neighborhood but he can’t help but feel as though this were a little more personal than that.
——
That feeling of his quickly turns out to be right as a couple weeks fly by.
Every weekend, you’d pop up at his doorstep with a plate of food. Each time, there was a sweet smile that never failed to leave him overly nervous and hardly able to think properly. Ino doesn’t know why you do this but, he doesn’t decline the routine you both quickly fall into. Nanami is never with you—nor do you mention him much whenever you stop by—but that’s the least of his concerns.
His true worries lie in why you keep bringing him food. Surely you’re just trying to be nice but he doesn’t see you do this with any other neighbor and each week, you progressively get him to talk more as if that were your end goal in this whole thing.
By the fourth week of bringing him food, things change.
For the past three prior to this, the two of you have gradually had longer—but simple—conversations on his front porch and gotten to know one another just a tad bit more. Ino is now aware that you work from home and you’re usually spending most of your time with your two girls, and you now know he’s working hard to get promoted.
The relationship between you two was never anything inappropriate outside of his occasional deluded moments where he mistook your kindness for flirting.
But today? Oh, he didn’t mistake anything. No, no, you were quite bold with your flirting.
When you bring food over for him, it’s usually sometime in the afternoon—Ino knows this because the setting sun always compliments your frame just right on his doorstep—and he’s always excited to see what new dish you’ve got for him.
On this particular evening, he decided to take an early shower thinking he could be in and out before you showed up. Unfortunately, he was only halfway through a cliche shower performance to his imaginary crowd before he’d heard his doorbell ring.
Ino rushed out of his bathroom and didn’t even bother to put on clothes or dry any part of himself off. Much too eager to see you, he’d lazily wrapped a towel around the slim of his hips and made his way to the front door. Swinging it open, he’s met with the sight of you standing there with… no dish in your hands?
Blinking once-, twice to make sure he’s not going crazy, Ino lets his eyes run over you a couple times before he cracks a small smile, “You’re early.” He points out. And technically, you were.
The setting sunlight angled a bit higher against your body than normal but, that could have been because of the gloomy clouds beginning to decorate the sky. Even so, it did feel like you were a few minutes earlier than usual.
You merely shrug before saying, “And you’re naked.”
Then Ino watches-, no, feels how you look him up and down slowly as if he were a piece of meat and you weren’t literally married. Given that he’s fresh out of the shower, you watched the way fall’s cool breeze brushed over him and caused him to shiver faintly as it wipped the clinging steam off of his body. Water shimmered against his lean figure and clung to the outline of his shoulders.
Your eyes were everywhere; trailing the droplets that chased one another in a downwards race against his skin, the way the light behind you caught against him and made his body glisten rather sinfully, and how the towel was far too low on his hips. You couldn’t help but stare at the sexily carved V-line that trailed down into the obstructing white fabric wrapped around him.
Its edges were damp and you felt mesmerised watching his hips sway to the side a bit as he shifted over to lean against the frame of his door—arms crossing over his chest. When you do look up again, it’s not at his face quite yet but his arms. Water is still dripping off of him and you never quite realized just how alluring the man before you was until now.
Or rather, you did realize it but you weren’t expecting such a handsomely lean physique to have been hidden from your hungry eyes for so long.
Chuckling nervously—as he typically did with you—Ino moves a hand to the back of his head to scratch, his fingertips brushing against the soaked ends of his brown hair, “Sorry, I didn’t want to leave you waiting out here for too long. But,” He pauses, looking down to your empty hands again before his brows pinch together, “You uh, you didn’t bring me anything…?”
You finally manage to snap out of your drooling daze for a second long enough to look up into his eyes. Ino was taller than you but a bit shorter than Nanami and usually when the two of you meet eyes, he doesn’t hold it for long before glancing elsewhere. You were well aware of how intimidated he seemed to be by you, despite your bubbling kindness.
Yet, today’s recurring theme seems to be a series of surprises.
Ino’s eyes, a warm sepia hue that you found quite pleasant to look into, are now the steadiest you’ve ever seen them. Set lowered on yours and almost needy as if he drank in any and all motions or syllables that vacated your very being.
You’re the one looking away for a second as you pinch the fabric of your shirt in between your fingers to distract yourself from how intently he was staring at you.
Then you sigh, “I actually wanted to invite you over tonight…” You say with an intentionally looong pause in between that statement and the next, “For dinner.” He watches your attention steadily drag itself back over to him before you step closer, just a fraction, “The girls are at their grandparent’s place for the weekend and Kento’s gonna be home late. I didn’t wanna eat alone, y’know?”
Your reasoning made complete sense if he’s being honest with himself here but something was telling him to go against this and politely decline you. Not only were your kids not home but apparently your husband wouldn’t be there until late? This meant it’d only be you and Ino alone in your house for god knows how many hours. That’s the kinda temptation a logically thinking and respectful man in his situation should decline.
Unfortunately for Ino, he was never the strongest soldier and the word no or any sort of decline to your lovely invitation is nowhere to be found within his mind. As your eyes rake back over to his face and you watch thick droplets of water flick off of his wet hair, you pick up on the faint upward curve in his lips before he says, “Yeah, I get you.” Though his mind is currently wracked with a guilt that spurs from simply talking about doing such a thing, “I can be over in the next hour or two, if that’s alright with you?”
You start nodding, running your gaze over the scar stretched out against the side of his forehead—his left, your right—and letting out a little hum at the sight. Most of the time when you saw Ino, he’d have a beanie on his head that left such a blemish covered but given that he’s recently out of the shower, almost everything was on full display for you. And boy were you soaking up every little detail by the minute.
“That’s perfect!” You chime as another pleased smile plastered itself over your features. Then, the two of you say your goodbyes for the time being and he waves as you turn around and stroll back to your home.
Watching you every step of the way, Ino finally lets out a very weighted breath of air he hadn't been aware he was holding in until now. All you did was invite him over for dinner, nothing crazy.
Being alone with you in your house for a little while wasn’t gonna kill him in the end.
…Right?
——
Ino moved around his home with gentle urgency as he prepared himself for the very normal dinner he was about to have with you.
He cycled through way too many outfits, trying to decide what sweater would have you not looking at him as if you wanted to sink your teeth into him like you’d done earlier.
Though, he’ll soon come to realize that his choice of clothing matters little when your attraction towards him is so bluntly shown.
About an hour and a half flies by and before he knows it, he’s standing outside your door fidgeting like crazy and trying to fight the sweat building up against the back of his neck. He’d already knocked a couple times and now he was waiting for you to open the door. Everything felt slow, too slow, almost as if he wasn’t supposed to be here.
And when your door finally swings open and his eyes sink to the very low-cut top you’ve got on, pounds of guilt lumps onto his shoulders and he begins to regret this instantly. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna be able to survive this dinner with you comfortably without feeling as though he was being a home-wrecker through merely looking at you.
It wasn’t just that you were an attractive woman who was married to his favorite person on earth but, you’re exactly his type.
It’s supposed to be dinner, nothing more. Neighbors share meals with one another all the time, adults are fully capable of talking for a prolonged period of time without it being anything more, and yet, jaw is taut now that he’s looking at you again.
“You’re right on time,” You start off, stepping back and widening your door to give him enough room to walk in. Even as he foots past you and his arm oh-so-faintly skims against you unintentionally, you’re quick to notice how uneasy he seems to be. “Everything’s fresh off the stove.”
Then, while he drives himself to the side to remove his shoes, he hears you shut and lock the door behind him.
He’s just here to eat and give you some company—a thought of which is constantly ringing throughout his mind to keep him from going utterly mad.
“Oh and, Kneto told me to tell you he’s sorry he’s running a little late,” You add on all of a sudden.
Ino’s brows shoot up and he glances over his shoulder to watch you pace off into your kitchen. So, Nanami knew he was here? You weren’t going behind your husband’s back to spend time with him like he’d so heavily feared? Actually, this dinner was originally supposed to be the three of you??
The very thought makes Ino’s head spin. Sitting at a table with you and Nanami sounds like a recipe for disaster towards his bodily functions. He’d be a stuttering mess if something like that were to ever happen.
But, with your words, his guilt is chipped away now that your invitation feels less like something done in secrecy.
The following events flow pretty smoothly from here on out.
You guide him into your kitchen once he’s removed his shoes and coat, showing him all sorts of dishes you’ve made, and suddenly, he feels less on edge. Perhaps tonight will go without a hitch after all.
“You’re not disappointed that Kento’s not here, are you?” You ask him whilst you both set the table for one another—him following your lead most of the way through.
Ino’s ears seem to perk up at every mention of your husband but you’ve been pretending not to notice it. “Hm? No, of course not. I understand that he’s a busy man, so it’s fine.” Ino replies simply, keeping his eyes down on the utensils he’s currently placing onto the dinner table, “Why do you ask?”
For a simple dinner with a neighbor, things were feeling oddly domestic…
“Ah, well, I’ve noticed a few things about you, Takuma.” Oh shit, you caught on to the way he’s been unable to keep his eyes off of you for the past few minutes he’s been here, haven’t you? Or perhaps you somehow sensed how guilty he felt about this even though he’s not doing anything to warrant such an emotion… yet. Or maybe-, “You really admire him, don’t you?”
His lashes bat and the knife he was setting down falters until it hits the table with a soft clatter that’s louder than he wanted it to be, “Huh?” Ino respires, head flying up and eyes quickly flocking over to you. “I mean, yes, of course I do. E-Everyone does, I’m sure.”
You’re just about done with the area of the table you’d been setting and now you’re slowly easing your way closer to him. Humming, “Mmmh, perhaps,” before you approach his side and lean a little closer, “But not as much as you, right?”
That heat that keeps coming and going throughout Ino’s body returns tenfold as you stand directly next to him. He could smell your perfume and how pleasant it was to his senses. The lessened proximity made it hard to think-, hell, even hard to breathe. And above it all, the guiltiness he wanted so badly to go away returned again. Gulping, “I–”
“Yes or no, Takuma," Your body tips to the side so that his eyes couldn't stray away from yours. Then, you offer him some kindness through a comforting grin, “It’s a simple question.”
“Yes ma’am,” Comes stumbling past his lips as if he were possessed, the polite and well-mannered agreement so natural to leave him when directed towards you.
“There you go,” You purr in response. After which, you're finally turning away from him to go get the food, and he feels the strain in his anxiety begin to dissipate. “So I’m right, you do really admire my husband!” Your voice elevates so that he doesn't miss your words and although you don’t see it, Ino’s nodding his head while he searches his mind for what to say in response.
“I do,” He calls back to you honestly, adjusting a couple more things against the table to make sure his area matches yours before he pulls out both your chair and his own.
It’s quiet for a moment whilst you start moving stuff from the kitchen to the dining room and although Ino wanted to help, you’d insisted that you didn’t need any and made him feel even more domesticated around you.
As the minutes ticked by, he truly started to feel like a husband of some sort. The way you carried the food out and placed it onto the table in front of him like it was all made specifically for him had his heart doing those stupid jumps in his chest again.
He was definitely overthinking everything but, he really couldn’t help it!!
You were a little too sweet with him. Not that he didn’t like it, though. It just made this deep, dark part of him wish that he was really your husband instead of—
“You should tell him that, y’know,” Your voice eventually cuts through both the air and the war of his thoughts, shaking them away from wherever they’d been going.
He watches you bring out the last dish and then sit down next to him, a small sigh skating past his lips as he asks, "I should?"
Your response is immediate, “Mhm, he loves to hear that kinda thing from people,” You explain whilst taking a napkin and splaying it out over your lap. You were so poised and almost elegant in a way that made Ino’s envy of the man he so very admires, deepen. Then you send him the look that causes his hips to twitch in his seat, “Makes him feel more accomplished.”
Ignoring what’s stirring up already, “I’m sure he feels accomplished enough,” Ino compliments lightly while he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, look at you—“ He quickly cuts himself off with a cough to correct himself, “—Your house, the cars, your kids, hah… he has everything a man could ever want…”
The tone of his voice almost gives away his conflicted feelings but he hopes you don’t notice it (you do).
Kind smile remaining, “Yeah? You think so?” You snicker, leaning forward to rest your chin against your knuckles as your elbow props up near the table’s edge.
“Mhm,” Ino hums lazily. That quickly earns a cock of your brow and he immediately feels a stiffness in his spine. As if trained to speak better, “Y-Yes ma’am.” comes out in a much more respectful pitch.
Thankfully, the conversation becomes lighter-, fluffier within the next couple of minutes. The room around him feels less tense and every word that exits your throat comes across softer. Perhaps it was because the conversation had slipped into something inherently slower, involving topics of work, how his past few weeks in the neighborhood had been so far, and even the weather.
The usual awkwardness you’d noted him to carry returns but you seem pleasantly amused by every second of it. The most that made his heartrate spike up again would be the touches you leave against his arm whenever he makes you laugh.
Ino doesn’t think he does it intentionally—y’know, utter something funny in hopes of feeling your palm against his bicep—but it happens anyway and before he realizes it, he finds himself enjoying it.
If he was going to have any sort of guilty pleasure in getting to know you and spending all this time alone with you, it was going to be your lingering little touches that were rather harmless in the long run. Sure, it gave the guy a rush of adrenaline and perhaps something below twitched when your fingers gave him a slight squeeze but, it was all innocuous.
“You’re a lot younger than I thought you were,” You’re heard saying as the two of you now talk in between the diminutive bites of food you both had been taking in courtesy of dragging this dinner out a little longer.
“Am I?” Ino asks rhetorically with quirked up brows, “I’m only a few years younger than Nanami.” He adds, wondering why you’d mentioned his age in the first place.
One of your hands lifts to wave as your head tilts and that look is sent over to him again, “Oh, I know.”
The viewing of your eyes felt as though you were reaching into his soul, as if you could see every thought running throughout his mind. Ino had never felt so exposed to someone through nothing more than a sheer glance and yet here he was.
He swallows leisurely, “That’s not a bad thing though, is it?”
“Not at all! You just have this constant look on your face that reminds me of how Kento used to look at me,” You explain.
At first your words make him relax but then he replays them in his head, chews through another short bite of food, and meets your eyes with perplexity raging though his own, “Used to…?”
Your eyes roll softly, “Way back when he was crushing on me really hard,” You clarify with a laugh at the reminiscent memory, “Was’ super shy about his feelings but acted like he was sooo direct with them later on.”
Ino titters before he catches on to what you’re saying, “Wait, and you said I’m looking at you like that?” Fuck. You knew about the coming and going of his crush on you, didn’t you?
“Yep,” You express shortly with a dramatic pop of the p at the end of the word. “It’s cute though, I like it.”
And it was in times like this where he wondered if Nanami was aware you behaved this way. All these lingering, heated gazes, the subtle teasing, the comparison to your own husband—who he’s sure is rightfully and hopelessly in love with you—and even your body language occasionally had Ino concerned for the status of our relationship with that man.
Yet, his concern was always diminished quickly when he was reminded of the pretty ring still wrapped around your finger. That, and the way Nanami always came home to you every day—not that Ino had noted this down in his head or anything like that, of course.
Like now, for example as the two of you hear a sound coming from your front door before it swings open and you both turn your heads to see the man in question walking in. Early. Ino wonders why you told him the man would be late if–
Oh yeah, that’s right, normally Nanami’s probably here before you’ve sat down for dinner so—essentially—this is late. For him, anyway.
You and Ino watch as Nanami quietly tugs off his coat and kicks his shoes off by the door. The tall blond had yet to utter a word and even though he’d only just entered the house, something about it felt unnerving.
Ino’s anxiety is now skyrocketing by the mere presence of the person he’s been idolizing for as long as he can remember. It’s not like he’s never been in the same room with the man but, even so, that doesn’t make seeing him in person any less nerve-wracking.
You’re the first to move, making an attempt to stand up out of your seat and head over to greet your husband but when he raises a hand and signals you to stay where you are, you do exactly that. Not without a slight pout tugging at your lips, though.
It was clear Nanami was getting home from something stressful and while you weren’t quite sure what exactly had caused such stress, you hoped you’d be able to ease it quickly before he takes that out on the guest you’ve decided to have over tonight.
The sound of his careful, yet heavy footsteps fill the tense air as Nanami paces toward the dining room and heads straight for you. As soon as he’s close enough, your eyes are lifting to his face and you’ve still got a frown on yours, “You told me you were gonna be late and yet you’re-, mmh!” You’re swiftly cut off as your husband’s hand reaches your jaw and tugs your face upwards so that he can bend down and kiss you deeply as if he hadn’t done so in ages.
Swallowing up the sound of your surprised hums like a man starved and kissing you greedily like Ino wasn’t sitting just a few inches away from you, your hand eventually meets his chest and you give him a lighthearted push of protest.
Mumbling, “K-Kento!” between his constant kisses that leave your lips wet with affection and your mind temporarily dazed from how weighty his need seemed to exude off of him, “We have company…”
A low grunt rustles against his throat before he tilts his head and keeps your jaw tight within his grasp, searing into your mouth with a husky, “I know.”
Only a few seconds had passed since your husband had gotten home and yet your thighs were clamping together desperately already. You had no idea why he was acting this way but, you weren't exactly complaining. You never minded the way Nanami shows off how much he loves you in front of someone else but it did feel a little awkward considering Ino was left to watch.
Well, at any point he could’ve looked away and returned to his food but, he physically couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not with the way nanami was sucking your lips in between his teeth, nibbling over them for a moment before skillfully swatting his tongue into your mouth and shamelessly moaning into the connection.
Just as you were squeezing your thighs together to stifle your arousal, Ino found his hips shifting helplessly against his seat. This was by far the hottest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of looking at and it was just two people kissing in front of him. Part of him felt like a creep for sitting there and watching but it wasn’t until he felt his cock begin to swell up against his sweats that he snatched his gaze away.
Did that help? No, not at all.
The sounds of Nanami possessively making out with you were almost more erotic than the sight of it had been. Wet smacks and hungry grunts spilled out into the air and there was no other noise to distract him or his cock from it.
It doesn’t take much more for him to have to sneak a hand down and readjust his sweats given the way he’s started to stick against his boxers. God, this was embarrassing for him. A married couple couldn’t even kiss normally in front of him without him getting turned on? What kinda person was he becoming?
When Nanami finally pries away, he’s whispering, “You should really check your phone, my love.”
Your eyes are left all low and dazed, lips left kiss-bitten and slightly slicked with saliva before you hurriedly wipe them off and shake yourself out of it. “Oh, did you text me?” You ask.
Nanami’s got his thumb playing with your bottom lip as he stares at it, “Multiple times, yes.” Then he stands up straight and looks at Ino, who flinches from the sudden attention. Cracking the same warm smile you usually give him, Nanami tilts his head a little, “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Caught off guard by the question, Ino’s brows furrow for the nth time today and he’s speaking without thinking. “Very,” He answered with a quick glance to the thumb at your lips. Everything the two of you did was so unbelievably hot that it had Ino wondering if the two of you would maybe let him sit and just watc–
Your husband cocks a brow at Ino’s answer and he’s quick to clarify, “W-With all due respect, of course.” Ino appends.
To which the older man laughs and shakes his head before letting go of your chin, stepping away, and then disappearing off around the corner.
You wave your hand, “Don’t mind him,” You tell Ino, “He may seem like a big scary guy sometimes but I promise you, beneath all that is a big ole softie.”
“Right…” The brunet replies steadily.
Then he watches you fish for your phone and scroll through something on the screen that has your expression twitching. He doesn’t know what you were looking at but based on the way Nanami just made out with you and told you that you should’ve checked your phone, Ino can only assume there’s something rather explicit on the device.
With a clearing of your throat, “Well, that, amongst other things….” you add after going through your phone and flipping it upside down as you place it onto the table. You hoped it wasn’t obvious but, your face was beyond flushed after the many messages of pure need your husband had been sending you within the past hour.
If you weren’t soaked from the kiss he just gave you then you damn sure are now after opening the picture of the stout tent in his slacks he’d sent you—telling you how he needed you to take care of him once he got home, no matter who you had over.
“What?” Ino expels, trying to figure out whether or not he’d heard you correctly.
Ignoring him, you reach over the table for a tray of food that hasn’t been touched yet, “Oh, here,” You redirect, “Try this next!”
And with that, the two of you resume dinner together.
——
Despite Nanami being home now, he doesn’t accompany the two of you at the table for a long while. Even though you have an inkling as to why that is, Ino’s still sitting there with an annoying boner and a lot of confusion.
Was Nanami not going to join the two of you after all? Had Ino interrupted something between the two of you by being here? Should he be leaving soon to give you guys some privacy or–
As always, his train of thought gets disrupted.
This time it’s by the sound of approaching footsteps. You’re in the middle of talking about your daughters and something about how weekends like this are rare for you and Nanami but Ino can hardly focus on what you’re saying when his peripherals pick up on the man passing through the dining room to enter the kitchen.
He seems to be a bit more refreshed now but, he’s still not out of his work clothes and an expression of frustration is still tightly knit into his sharp features. While Ino’s distracted and you’re busy yapping away, you catch the lack of his focus on you mid-sentence and just stop talking.
As you go nonverbal, Ino brings his gaze onto you again and his heart sinks into his ass.
You don’t look upset at the fact that he was lowkey ogling your husband but, you look intrigued by it. No, not even-, this was something more than that. Something deep and longing like a strong rush of desire had coursed throughout your eyes and was now being directed onto him.
Ino’s gulp is loud enough for Nanami to hear from the kitchen. He doesn’t get to break the momentary silence though.
“Ken’,” You call out in a sweet drawl, eyes low-set onto Ino’s nervous frame.
Appearing from the kitchen now as if he’d been anticipating the sound of your voice, “Yes, my love?” Nanami answers.
You tilt your head and the man beside you is sweating as your question enters the air, “What’s your company’s stance on workplace relationships, again?”
Ino chokes.
“Hm?” Nanami hums, pacing over to the table and standing on the other side of Ino but looking at you, “Why do you ask?” Your eyes break away from the anxious male trying not to squirm where he sits for a moment to send your husband a telling glance. Understanding immediately, he nods, “Ah, I see. There is nothing set in place against…” He glances down at Ino and then back to you, lips twitching, “That.”
“Hmm, perfect!” You say all cheerfully before sitting up and clasping your hands together excitedly. Then you lean over and your arm brushes up against Ino’s, “…Takuma,” You begin in the same voice that’s constantly making it hard for him to function—in every sense.
Struggling to clear his throat and collect himself, his tone comes out in an unintentional squeak, “M-Ma’am?”
You’ve got the most innocent look in your eyes as if what you were about to do wasn’t everything but, “Would you mind staying for a few hours more to help us with something?”
“Uh, sure.” Leaves his lips before he even thinks about it. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into and he’s not sure he cares. Ino is more than willing to help you and Nanami with anything—in spite of him having no clue as to what’s in store for him now. “What… What did you two need help with?” He questions gradually.
“Well, you see…”
——
Ino doesn’t know how the fuck he got here. He’d only come over for dinner with you, so if anyone expected him to explain how the hell he ended up in between your spread legs with his leaking dick out, he’d be at a loss for words.
He’s confused, flustered, and drooling from multiple areas of his body—the most profound area being the blushing crown of his cock.
You’re leaning back against Nanami—who’s the only one fully dressed in all this—and your legs are spread out for him with the sozzled display of your panties presented to him like some kinda reward. Humming, “Awh, Takumaa, you look so shy,” You point out softly.
His cock flinches before the rest of his body and then he snatches his gaze up toward your face, “Huh?” He breathes, “I’m not shy, I just…” Fuck, he could hardly finish his sentance here.
How could he possibly explain why his body was a mix of pink and red hues all over? Of course he’s flustered! One moment you were asking him to help you and Nanami with something and now he’s in your bedroom helping you two with… sex?
“C’mere,” You direct.
Nanami’s silent behind you, fully erect and twitching against the curve of your ass whilst you both carefully watch Ino draw himself nearer. When he gets close enough for you to reach, your fingers graze the tip of his cock, slide over it, and then wrap around his not-so-neglected shaft—giving it a gentle tug that has his body lulling forwards.
Breath heavy and noticeably uneven, Ino peers down at the hand you’ve got wrapped around him. He fights a whine against his throat when one of your fingers glides against the tender vein he’s got trailing the left side of his dick in a jagged pattern.
“Oh shit,” Ino breathes heavily the moment you guide him up against your panties, which were clung stupidly saturated against the puff of your folds—obstructing his view of the delicacy that lay beneath.
Not that this wasn’t just as stimulating. Especially as he brings a hand down to accompany yours and you both push on his cock a little to make it press, sandwich, and then spread the glossy slicks of your cunt out against his welting mushroomy tip.
You give out an aroused giggle and Nanami behind you seems everything but amused, scoffing a mean, “You can use your cock better than that, can’t you?” towards Ino as he watches his every move like a hawk.
Ino snaps out of the tantalizing little drag of his tip against you and swallows down another whine, “What-, sorry… What?” He asks, brain a mushy mess already.
The room was hot with a dizzying coat of thick lust that infiltrated his lungs and made it overly hard for him to breathe, much less think straight. Whenever Nanami opened his mouth it made something utterly errotic inside Ino ooze and that feeling only got worse whenever your voice followed quickly after.
Eager to play the nice role in all this, “Kento, go easy on him,” You chime in with a sugary scolding edge.
“If he’s going to fuck my wife then he’s going to do it properly,” Nanami says sternly, sending his brooding brown eyes over to the florid male in front of you, “Right?”
Ino quaffs a thick sum of saliva and nerves down his throat before his voice exits him gingerly, “...Yes, sir.”
“Your manners are so pleasant,” You talk as if you weren’t dragging the ending weight of his cock against your slippery folds, providing stimulation only through how wet the two of you were and the sticky mess of fabric that lay in between your skin and his.
Something breathy and soft ghosts out of him, “Miss.. please stop talking like that,” Ino requests politely.
If there was one thing you adored about the man so far, it was definitely how nicely he spoke to you. He harbored nothing but respect when speaking to you and fuck if it wasn’t driving you just as insane as he’d been driven from the moment he saw you.
“Like what?” You tried to tease.
Before he can quite reply, Nanami is slipping two fingers past your lips, “She tends to do that, don’t worry. I know how distracting it can be. But look, a couple fingers in her mouth and she’s rendered eager,” He explains, moving his other hand down to your cunt, swatting your fingers out of the way, and then gently parting your folds against the fabric of your panties to let them bundle up in between your slit, “See?”
Ino looks down and his breath chokes up in his throat at the gorgeous spread of your lustrous pussy against Nanami’s merciful fingers. Liquid arousal was leaking steadily out of your hole and everything it touched was left graciously soaking.
Your husband—sensual, slow, and meticulous with everything he does—lazily hooks a single digit around the fabric of your panties and then tugs it over to the side, letting it snuggle itself against one of your spread lips. The sight was absolutely filthy. Ino had never seen a woman so wet from just a few touches and it seemed as though the fingers stuffed into your pretty mouth really did contribute to your sousing.
“Now, before you give in to your own needs, you must make sure she’s taken care of. Understood?” Nanami continues on with his instructions as he then slots one finger into you and gently curls it up to earn the first luscious moan from you. “If you skip this step, you’ll finish within the first few minutes, trust me.”
Ino’s nodding along at his every word, making his own mess of precum against the silken sheets below and itching to press forward.
Nanami’s single finger inside you has your arms wrapping around his bulkier one and your hips inching upwards every time he strikes that spot he, obviously, knows your body adores. And the squelches that draft out into the air with a slow ring of sound—knocking against Ino’s eardrums persistently enough to make his head spin—are nearly more debauched than what was occurring.
Each time Nanami’s finger exits your cunt, Ino catches the whine dancing on your tongue. You were such a needy woman that it had him going insane.
Sluggishly, Ino soon moves himself and a hand down, meeting eyes with Nanami, “May I?”
Nanami slips his finger out of you with one pluckful pop! of wetness echoing out into the air before using two digits to keep your folds open, “Be my guest. Show me how good you are at playing with my wife.”
Eager to please, Ino starts out with one long finger that glides into your warm hole seamlessly. A few experimental thrusts are made at first, and then he adds a second and then looks up to catch your expression and the way you’re writhing around what’s currently pressing lightly against your tongue.
Instinctively letting his touch curve upwards inside you, Ino can’t help but smile as his confidence grows. Whispering a breathy, “Cuute..” that tickles hotly against your stretching walls.
“Isn’t she?” Nanami agrees, voice near your ear.
When you start sucking on the fingers in your mouth and moaning against them for more, Ino takes that as a sign to slot in a second digit to satisfy the greediness you were displaying. Your insides were sucking him in deep and all he could picture was how prettily your cunt would look with his cock inside.
Ino knows he could stretch you out real good ‘n earn even sexier moans from you than what he was receiving now.
“Add a thumb to her clit,” Nanami coos, watching the way your neighbor does exactly that without hesitation. Your pussy twitches around every touch you were receiving and Ino ends up grinding down against the bed when your husband adds an easy, “There you go, atta’ boy…”
As if suddenly motivated, his thick thumb swats and toys with the budding bundle of nerves a little faster whilst his fingertips caress the sappiest spot inside you, causing your syrupy slick to gloop out around the skin of his hand and trickle downwards. His fingering progressively increases in pace before he tips his head to the side and licks your taste off of his hand and arm.
The moment it hits his tongue, Ino’s drunk. Sliding his fingers out of you completely driven by the taste he just got into his mouth and before you can whine at the loss of something being inside you, there’s a searing tongue slithering between your weepy folds and his lips are cupping the spread of your cunt.
The fingers Nanami’s using to keep you open for Ino twitch as the man’s tongue laps over them accidentally but neither of them seem to mind the sensation much. With his hips jerking upward against the plush of your ass, Nanami sucks in a sharp breath of air before smiling at the brunet in between your legs, “Ohh, someone was eager for a taste, huh?” He teases before emptying your mouth and turning to whisper into your ear, “How’s his tongue feel down there, honey?”
“S’good,” The response comes out as a mix of a gasp and a moan, relief breaking out in between the pleasured smile you reveal. “He-, ah… I like how hesitant he is as if he-, mmgh.. D-Doesn’t know what he’s doing,” You narrate as if you couldn’t feel the swabbing tip of his tongue swirling against the same spot his fingers had been hitting before.
“Oh yeah?” Nanami huffs, glancing down to Ino as he presses a chaste kiss against your shoulder, “C’mon now, Takuma. Eat properly, won’t you?”
At that, Ino instantly sucks on your cunt and his mouth becomes sloppy against you. His jaw quickly slacks and those hungry brown eyes of his blow into the back of his head as he moans into you.
All whilst his hips are rutting into the bed, cock desperate for some type of stimulation as it dribbles a light mess of pre against your sheets.
You’re gasping after a few minutes, having moved a hand down to his hair and used your grip for better control, “Right there..” then your back is arching away from Nanami’s beefy chest, your nails are scraping against Ino’s scalp with desperation, and your hips are bucking, “Yes, jus’ like that… fuuck-, m’gonna–”
“Shh, shhh, my love,” Nanami interrupts, though his two fingers are lightly pinching your clit as Ino operates his mouth into you, “We’re not done with you yet, you can’t go making messes on our guests’ tongue before he’s ready.” Your husband scolds before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to tug the man’s head up, “Tell me,” He begins, noticing how lathered and pussydrunk Ino is already. Chuckling faintly, “Do you think you’re ready for what she’s about to give you?”
Ino nods, completely intoxicated with need, “Uhuh..”
And with that, Nanami lets go and allows Ino to do as he pleases for a moment. You feel his hands come over your thighs and grip tightly as his tongue laps through your constantly gushing slick, groaning at every swallow of the taste and literally feasting on you as if you were his final meal.
His tongue is gooey and hauling against your inner walls, saturating you even more with his own slop of saliva, and only ever pulling away to suckle the flavor out of you until you’re whining his name out—all as your orgasm washes over your body.
Does he give you time to recuperate? Not really.
You are only given a few seconds to blink your vision clear from the white sparks that’d just flashed over your gaze before Ino’s trailing wet kisses up along your body and then stops when he’s eye to eye with you.
His entire face looks different as if something feral had possesed him and when Nanami’s question hits his ears from the right, his eyes only flock over to the man for half a second as he asks, “How do you want to fuck her, hm?”
To which you feel Ino’s lengthy cock slot upwards against your sopping slit, “Like this.” He says shortly, only looking at your face again to see the way your mouth falls open.
It’s like you were inviting him in so, naturally, Ino leans down and shoves his tongue right into your pliantly parted lips. After which his arm snakes under your body and he tugs you away from Nanami to reposition the two of you as he wishes.
This was the first surprise of many for your husband who leans back and watches the way Ino handles you as if you were his.
The last slither of his attention Nanami receives is after Ino’s got you laid out under him and he stops kissing you just to ask, “Is this okay?”
Your husband is a bit too baffled by the fact that Ino quickly gained some confidence and is left with little nods of his head in response.
Then, Ino begins to act like the man is hardly there. Tugging your legs over his own while placing his hands onto your hips, he makes sure you're nice 'n spread for him before his tip begins to lick in between your folds with a teasing graze. The moment his head catches against your entrance, he grinds forward and quickly finds his jaw gaping.
Having you on his fingers and mouth was one thing but the moment he pushes inside you, he begins to heed Nanami’s words from earlier about how he would cum too quickly. But he couldn’t do that, not when he had your eyes erotically rolling into the back of your skull from just the first couple of inches—making him wonder if Nanami ever even fucked you at all (though, he definitely knew the answer to this).
“Ohh f-fuuuck…” Ino chokes, looking down at you and feeling his chest tighten at the way you were clinging to the silks below, “You’re so… agh-, you feel so fucking good…”
Between taking his lengthy girth into your snugging pussy that greeted him in with sappy hugs of wetness, you still manage out a playfully breathless, “Language..” since this was the first time you’d heard the word on his tongue like that.
A pussydrunken smile spreads across his lips, “M’sorry, I can’t help it… You’re so wet around my cock,” Ino utters filthily, “A-And you suck me in so deep, godd…”
“He’s right, sweetheart.” Nanami's adding in. Fuck, you’d almost forgot your husband was here for a moment before you saw an arm slithering in between you and Ino’s body. Then familiar fingertips are rolling around your clit in rhythmic motions that has your cunt sucking Ino in more. “Look, you’re taking him so well...”
Choking a cute, “K-Kento! You’re supposed to be-, fuck... watching, n-not touching…” You remind the man.
His hand goes from toying with your clit to palming your lower abdomen when Ino was currently bulging in, and then he applies pressure that has your walls clamping around Ino’s cock and him gasping at the feeling.
Your arms wrap around Nanami’s again and he chortles, “How can I help myself when you cling to me so cutely, hm?” He asks, feeling your nails claw against the fabric of his long-sleeve work shirt, “With this, you’re bound to leave more marks on my arms. Does he feel that good inside you?” He asks.
Ino’s trying so hard not to give into the achy feeling in his heavy balls that press against your skin as he bottoms out inside you. But it feels impossible when you’re agreeing with Nanami’s honeyed words and moan a gentle, “Yes, he feels s-soo fuckin’ good-, mmgh!”
“Better than me?” Your husband challenges.
“Kento,” You’re gasping as you feel yet another orgasm building up and blooming deep within you.
He only smiles, “Be honest, honey. You know what I want to hear.”
Your head angles back and the two of you meet eyes as you finally nod.
Before Nanami can do anything more, he watches a hand wrap around your throat and the way your gaze widens as Ino snaps his hips forward with a rougher, more impatient thrust. Then he’s huffing, “C’mon-, hahh.. Tell him. Tell your husband I’m fucking you better than he does.” Ino demands.
Nanami’s gaze lifts to the man slowly and his face blushes over from hearing that. Ears pinkened and throat running dry, the swelling of his cock is starting to hurt after those words. Nothing turned him on more than seeing another man fuck you to tears and be cocky about it. And the last thing he expected was for Ino to fit into this criteria perfectly.
Perhaps being inside you was slowly changing the very chemistry of his brain. Now his face was doused in confidence and Nanami’s struggling to hold himself back as he watches Ino move his arm out of the way to replace it with his own thumb to your clit—rubbing his name into it (not that Nanami could tell, of course).
Swirling perfectly over the bud and angling his thrusts slightly enough to hit that sweet spot of yours again, Ino glances up at Nanami—desperate for his approval, even if it meant feeding into his cuckolding kink—and then cocks his head to the side, “S’like the missus said, you’re supposed to be watching anyway, not touching. So do that, yeah? Sit back ‘n watch.”
Your husband nearly cums right then and there while still being fully clothed. He’s let plenty of men fuck you for the sake of satisfying this shameful side of him but no one has ever spoken to him in such a way.
With a short scoff, Nanami smiles slightly, “Alright, you wanna be in control?”
Ino’s got something downright sinful strained out against his slightly drooling lips, “I already am, aren’t I? You-,” He moans and flashes a smile down to you for just a second, “Fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that,” Then he’s looking at Nanami again, “You both asked for my help with this little problem,” He emphasizes with another blunt thrust that has you crying out his name. “So let me do that properly.”
Nanami doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on while watching someone else fuck you before. He no longer hesitates to work his thick belt through their loops and tug the damn thing off with a loud clack to the floor, quickly shuffling a hand down to pull his cock out and soothe the throbbing ache he feels thumping all throughout its hefty size.
He’s so aroused that his brain feels grogged with nothing but pure sin, especially with the way Ino rips all of his attention away from him and focuses back on you.
One hand still focused on your clit, the other moving to weave his fingers in between yours as if you were his woman, and hips rolling his long cock in and out of your saccharine walls—drawing the prettiest of sounds out of your throat all for him and no longer your husband.
“You like this just as much as he does, don’t you, pretty girl?” Ino asks you breathlessly, eyes low with a glint of demand in them as if you had no room to refute his words. When you answer with nothing more than a mere whine, he cracks a handsomely fucked-out smile, “Yeahh? Y’like having someone else fuck you in front of your husband? ‘Like feelin’ a different cock inside you, huh?”
Your cunt is soaking the entirety of his veiny shaft, dousing him in thick liquids of your release, and squelching around him louder than you were moaning. “Uhuh, love it,” You gasped, “Love havin’ you inside me, Takuma… aah-, you fuck me s’good..”
Ino’s nodding with you now, “Mhm, I knoww. And look at him, jus’ watching it all happen and getting off to it. Isn’t that so filthy of him?”
“Mmgh! Y-Yes,” Then your head angles back enough to glance at your husband and your pupils all but dilate at the mess he’s made of himself.
Ropes and ropes of gooey white cum smothering his cock as his lathered hand remains wrapped around it—tugging with jerky motions and driving himself far into overstimulation. All as he’s muttering a flushed vocalization of nasty curses, his groans and grunts reverberating throughout the room and clashing with the sound of Ino fucking you into the mattress.
Then you’re cumming again and In’s pounding you through it, using your body on the length of his cock, dragging you along his every thrust whilst your free hand comes out and pushes at his chest as if to steady yourself, and hardly allowing you a second to catch your breath.
You had no idea your cute neighbor had all this in him. His hips are brutal against yours and you don’t even think anything of it by the time he’s spilling his seed into you in thick ribbony ropes.
The only thing you’re crying out is a cockdrunken babble of more as if you could handle that at the point of which you were reaching.
Maybe it was the few years of age that differed between you and Ino but he definitely had a lot more stamina than you were expecting from him. And while Nanami does keep up with you for hours, it was definitely hard to compare to this.
You’re still clueless about the fact that Ino’s first impression of you was completely naked, but now his last impression of you was going to be stuffed full of cum and fucked dumb on his cock.
