“close the curtains, woman” sukuna, with that rough tone and annoyed grunt as he turns in bed to shield the little light that comes from the window, it’s raining, drops pattering against the crystal where you stand in front of with a little pout.
you sigh, still looking outside, “we were going out today...” a promised date from your boyfriend was unusual and so, deeply treasured, but sadly today, those plans got ruined, “it’s not fair, the weather forecast said it will be sunny”
back in bed, Sukuna groans, pulling the sheets above his head, “come here”
you ignore it, or simply did not listen through your own sulking, “we were going to grab coffee...”
“come here, woman, damnit”
“and walk down the park...”
in less than a minute, he stands, grabbing you by the hips to toss you back in bed, wrapping you like a burrito with the covers and he’s hugging you hard, eyes closed and a leg tossed over yours, “shut up, we can do that tomorrow, now stay here until the rain stops” and okay, fair enough, he promised it after all, so tomorrow there is no way out of it.
getting a glimpse of Sukuna’s dumbfounded expression was not common, the first was when you confessed to be in love with him, the second, right now.
“are you dying or what the hell is wrong with you, woman?” he asks, standing still on the doorframe while you curl into a ball on your shared bed, period cramps.
“shut up— fuck, can you pass me an ibuprofen?” you ask with a pained expression, to which Sukuna stays still.
“... a what?”
“ugh! a pill, it’s in the bathroom cabinet” you’re two seconds away from snapping, but also know that Sukuna’s old ass does not know how medicine works. at least he’s kind enough to bring a glass of water too.
“what is—”
“cramps” you cut his questioning short with a bit more anger than you should, and of course, your boyfriend lifts a brow.
“watch your tone” you sigh at his words, eyes rolling as you lay in bed and turn on your side again.
and Sukuna is even more confused now, why are you mad? why are you ignoring him, why are you laying with your back facing him?!
he hates this, hates your attitude, but still quietly slides in bed behind you, he doesn’t understand a thing, but his hands come to cover your lower belly like he saw you doing a while ago, pressing his nose on the crook of your neck, he doesn’t speak, knowing you’re not in the mood. so instead just— uncharacteristically— waits, waits until you tell him what’s wrong, and then he can pamper or punish that bratty behavior depending on your answer.
Sukuna never makes love, he fucks. except for you, maybe.
he can’t fully wrap his head around the concept you so sweetly paint for him, sex, making love, is all the same.
until he understands it’s not, and that little detail, slow pace and perhaps a few gentle touches make a huge difference. and it catches you so off guard when he actually does.
Sukuna is a bit grumpy even, not fully staring into your eyes, perhaps embarrassed of his eyes giving away how you got him wrapped around your finger, all while his cock sinks so damn slow inside you, and his hips move, grind and thrust in an uncharacteristically slow way. hands that normally would have been squeezing your ass or hips, are now on your thighs, soft, caressing, and the way he’s holding back very much visible through the bulging veins.
he’s just utterly and madly in love, leaning to plant a sloppy —that tries to be sweet— kiss as soon as you’re about to question him. he loves you, but please don’t tease him that much.
inspired by @sweetlandspos firefighter sukuna — something fluffy ‹3
“slow day” your boyfriend hums through the speaker, of course, national holiday, many people outside celebrating or overall not purposely getting themselves in potentially dangerous situations, you were grateful that he got the chance to slow down at work, but you couldn’t help but still miss him, “gotta go, love you”
“love you too” a shared kiss through the phone before you hang up, huffing a little at the thought of having to wait until the night to see Sukuna for dinner, much worse when he had just sent a mirror selfie looking incredibly sexy in the uniform. so a thought comes to you, perhaps not such a good idea but he said he was not busy, right?
dialing the station number you wait for it to ring, and it’s him again, “911 what’s your emergency?”
changing your voice tone you mock a more high pitched one, “yes, hello, I think I have a gas leak at home, could you please come check?” there is a second of silence before he speaks, “oh, yeah?” and knowing Sukuna, he’s grinning, but you keep up your act.
“yes, I mean, I think I smell some gas...”
“right...” he speaks so amused there is no point in hiding, “what’s your address?”
as soon as you tell him, he snorts but muffles it, “you know, my girlfriend lives in that building too, maybe you’re neighbors..., I will be there” he hangs, and a couple minutes later there’s a knock, Sukuna looking so incredibly handsome in that uniform and slightly messy hair, wearing that one smirk that always got you weak in the knees. “calling a man on duty is not a good idea, princess” he grins, walking to hook his thumbs in the waistband of your bottoms, “you have to pay the fee”
being passenger princess to the jjk boys but Nanami is the one to ask you four times before leaving if u wanna pee, and sighs when after 10 minutes on the road you mutter how you need a bathroom asap. also warns you to stop drinking too much water and stop staring at your phone or you'll get car sick.
Satoru fights you for the aux, he does not trust your music taste. he doesn't let you sleep because he wants to chat w you all the way to your destination. gets mad when you turn your knees towards the door yk what I mean.
Suguru is all relaxed smiles but deep inside is about to murder everyone around when you're in the gas station bathroom and he sees at least 5 trucks get ahead of you.
Toji is hold it man, you wanna pee? too bad, the only stop was at least 5 minutes ago. if you really wanna go he's willing to stop on a side of the road.
Sukuna is extra touchy, he needs to hold your hand all the time or else he'll get mad. doesn't listen when you give him directions and ends up fighting when he realizes you were right. half of the trip is him going through radio stations bc nothing suits his taste.
Yuuji and you play games during the whole trip, also extra prepared, you hungry? he got it? you're thirsty? he got it, you need toilet paper?... uh...
Yuuta freaks out trying to remember if he locked the doors and turned off the stove before leaving.
Megumi turns the radio volume down when you put your songs on.
──── . THE ONE WHO FELL FIRST, AND THE ONE WHO FELL HARDER ; SUKUNA × F!READER.
꒰ request : Sukuna is a popular businessman, nice to everyone but you, thinking you managed to plot everything to marry him. the wrong accusations only cause him to have conflicted emotions and unable to admit he's falling for you ꒱.
𝜗𝜚 modern au ◞ angst to fluff / slow burn◞ forced marriage◞ reader is a business student and also comes from a slightly rich family◞ req from around august im so sorry ◞ 3K WORDS BABEY ★ taglist
wasting precious time in such a banal thing like your feelings, was something Sukuna was not willing to do.
time was money, and he knew you liked the latter, or else why would you even consider marrying him?
the deal was not yours or Sukuna’s idea, of course it had to be a dumb old man with equal old beliefs like “a man your age must be already married and stable” bullshit, Sukuna had enough wealth and health to be worrying about not finding a wife or getting onto procreating an heir.
but for the pink haired man, his investors were more important than his own family, so, he agreed.
and of course, one of them happened to be your own father.
the man was not stupid, with that hand rubbing and gruff voice while luring Sukuna into considering a marriage that would benefit both parties, almost like a leach attached to the pink haired by the hip until he gave in.
Sukuna knew you, of course he did, the pretty girl who tried to mingle in those boring business parties that were nothing but a place to brag about each one of their successful companies.
and you always were there, listening, almost as if testing who could be a suiting partner, the richest the better.
for him, you were just another money grubber on the list, truly a pretty girl like you must have thousands of suitors knocking on your door, yet you subtly but excitedly agreed on the deal, eyes almost shinning as if you were already imagining Sukuna’s millions in the bank
he scoffs at the thought, his idiotic self had to fall, didn’t he? right into the trap.
the champagne is a tad bitter due to the circumstances, the golden beverage that usually slid down his throat quite smoothly was now dry, leaving a gross aftertaste, perhaps the champagne was not the issue, but this whole fucked up lie.
hands clasped and congratulations were given, each one welcomed by a polite and quite charming smile from Sukuna, as if he was genuinely happy, although you knew otherwise.
the man was so kind, a bit stuck up like most businessmen, but that did not stop him from chit chatting with friends and other people in the business, asking about their families and such, to which you observed with a smile, genuinely happy to be found in a marriage with at least a decent man.
but when his attention turned to you, he was a whole new person, that smile fading and sticking to a stone cold mask that always stuck when speaking to you, solely to you.
“Sukuna—” you try, shoes clicking on the luxury wooden floor of his mansion, where you now resided as well, there was no honeymoon as you, —naively, expected, almost bouncing on your spot as the limousine drove away from the wedding reception, perhaps the cute lingerie set you got underneath will be useful.
but no, how your heart crushed upon the sight of the mansion, nor a helicopter or private jet to take you to some sort of fancy and private spot. instead, all you got was silent as Sukuna climbed off the car, already loosening his tie as soon as the butler opened the door, your hurried steps behind and the limo’s trunk filled with your belongings.
“let the butler show you your room” is what he interrupts with, the suit jacket tossed onto a nearby couch which a maid was quick to fold, almost making your face burn in embarrassment at your husband’s dismissal in front of other people.
you stop for a second, blinking confused before following him still, “my room? what do you mean with my room? aren’t we sleeping in the same bedroom?”
how naive, and Sukuna’s scoff followed by a cruel laugh is just adding onto your embarrassment, “i don’t believe so, sweetheart” that last word sounds so cruel right now, “you already got the fame and money you wanted, i’m not going to indulge your spoiled princess whims”
the door slams shut and you freeze, unsure about what just happened.
the first night was unnecessarily cold, the lingerie forgotten in an empty drawer and the luggage you brought from home all stacked up in a corner of the wide room, everything lacked of color, of life, there was no wall decors, white sheets and comforters, beige curtains against boring beige walls, and of course, the warmth of the man you have longed for so long was missing.
deciding to blame the wedding nerves on Sukuna’s foul mood from the day before, making the bed and opening the curtains to allow the gentle breeze in from a barely open window that had a perfect view to the perfect backyard garden and pool.
the day was beautiful, and so you joined the chef to chat a little meanwhile Sukuna came downstairs with a serious expression like the day before, “good morning” is all he says before sitting down on the dining table, not sparing you another glance or waiting for you to sit as well as he already began on his breakfast.
“good morning, did you sleep well?” you try, again, and fail, again, since Sukuna doesn’t even reply, wiping his lips with a smooth movement that your eyes longer on, “the room you gave me is quite nice” your brain begs you to stop talking, “i just thought it’s a bit too dull, don’t you agree?”
“...”
“maybe we can buy some decorations, or if you’re too busy I can do it on my own!”
“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
you blink, once, twice, “excuse me?”
“nothing” he stands up, the chair dragging on the ground and a napkin left on the emoji plate, “i have business to attend to, don’t bother me” with a thank you to the chef, Sukuna leaves again towards what you think must be his home office.
what you don’t know is the fact that Sukuna double checks all of his credit cards to be in place, muttering a “that damn gold digger woman”
life with Sukuna was not going to be as quiet and calm as you thought, almost two days later after your first night at your new home, Sukuna brought in the news of some charity ball you ‘had’ to attend to, of course, a place to show around how your marriage was perfectly fine, how he was stable like those dumb old men said, but at least, the appearance of a married man will definitely be successful for future partnerships.
with a mental slap, the pink haired man turned on his spot as soon as you walked down the stairs, looking ethereal with the dress he got you under the threat of “not wanting you to embarrass him” a longer look and he would have probably said something nice, and you did not deserve it.
“let’s go” he says gruff, not even opening the Benz door for you to climb in, but you did not mind, you were not really expecting anything from him anymore.
“you look good” is what you say instead, and his hands clench a little around the wheel, keeping his eyes ahead without a response.
for a second you wondered if Sukuna had some sort of double personality, he was cold and serious to you, but as soon as you stepped into the gala, his hand tightened on your waist, and a kind and even soft smile plastered on his face while greeting the other guests.
your parents were there, and your husband simply rolled his eyes at the sight of your father sporting a self praising smile at the sight of your fancy attire and multiple diamond jewels decorating your neck, wrist and fingers.
unable to deny how well you behaved yourself, and so as the hours passed, his thumb unconsciously began to rub up and down on your waist, chatting with a casual and soft look that made your heart skip a beat. this was the man you fell in love with.
a little too good to be truth, since as soon as you got back home, the usual stoic Sukuna came back, “perhaps you’re not as useless as I thought”
that should not have hurt as much as it did, you were already used to Sukuna’s dismissals, to his mean comments about wanting to suck his money like some sort of leech, about how you should stick to your own business and stop pestering him, but that really hurt.
so this time, it’s you who turns and leaves.
a little shaky sigh leaves his lips, splashing cold water onto his face to ease the strange thoughts inside his head, was he too mean? that can’t be, you deserve it, you were nothing but a gold digger, a walking… temptation.
“fuck…” he grips the bathroom sink until his knuckles turn white, the previous night kept repeating on his head, over and over again, the look on your eyes, his harsh words and the way you left without a word, why did his heart was thumping so hard?
with another curse he leaves his room, grumbling and sliding his fingers through his hair to comb it back, just to stand frozen on his spot at the sight of you all dressed and holding a bag on your shoulder, “where are you going?” the words leave before he can stop them.
the look on your eyes is a bit duller than usual and that hurts bad, “to school” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing.
“what—”
“i’m running late, we’ll talk later” and you leave just like that, leaving Sukuna with a frown and a look of disbelief that pushes the previous guilt to the back of his head.
“this damn brat”
although it was barely a week after your wedding, the whole attention his employees have you was, overwhelming, with big smiles and attentions showered as soon as you stepped into the fancy building, swinging your bag over your shoulder as a lovely, and way too cheerful, —probably fake, woman guided you to the elevator, explaining which floor to take to meet your husband.
you scoff inwardly, you’ve been to this building multiple times in the past, although just as a shadow, as a nobody, now that the boss was your husband everything was awfully over the top.
“sit, and explain” straight to the point, how kind was your husband.
with a sigh and a click of the door you sit on the chair opposite to his desk, “i told you I was going to school”
“what does that even fucking mean? are you a teacher? student? I truly hope you don’t mean highschool or i’m sending you to jail”
“what the…, no, of course not, I mean university, ugh”
“that’s better” his shoulders relax back but his eyes are still narrowed and hands in front of him, it was a bit funny, “explain”
“you really don’t know anything, do you?” you lean back and hum, “i’m at two semesters from getting my business degree”
“why haven’t you told me?”
“you never asked” you swear Sukuna’s eye twitches slightly.
“from now on I don’t want you to keep secrets from me, you’re my wife, I must know”
“oh, so i’m your wife now?”
another twitch, “you are my wife, whether we like it or not”
whether we like it or not. those words kept replaying, you liked it, or at least that is what you thought before.
your younger self would have been giggling and kicking her feet at the sole thought of marrying Sukuna, the man you admired and observed from afar when you were still a bit too young to approach him, barely out of highschool and your inner self longed for the man, saving his pictures on your phone and setting it as screensaver.
how ridiculous, you now thought, closing the first magazine you bought and sliding it under your pillow, the one that, of course, had Sukuna on the cover, and the one that inspired you to follow his path and get into business school.
fairy tales were now ridiculous, what you thought could be a perfect life with the man of your dreams turned into morning and goodnight greetings alongside some forced chats and questions about whereabouts.
but instead of sulking, you did what was best, shop.
the sudden sound of voices outside brought Sukuna from his thoughts and piles of paperwork, immediately standing up to step into the living room, only to be greeted by the sight of multiple men carrying boxes inside the house, “what the fuck is all this?” he asks with a low and almost scary tone, one to which you’ve grown used to.
“decoration for the house, I told you I was going to buy it” you reply nonchalant, and Sukuna couldn’t deny the way you look kinda cute with that rolled up sleeves shirt and overalls, like damn bob the builder.
unconsciously Sukuna taps his back pocket, checking his wallet, “i mean, with what money you got all this?”
“huh? with mine, obviously”
“your what?”
“what? did you seriously think I lived from your money? please, I am very dependable, thank you very much” you scoff with a frown, Sukuna did not had to know the many business you invested in with a capital from your father, which you obviously paid back and now the percentages of profit in said business just kept increasing to your good luck.
“i didn’t mean—” no, he totally did mean to imply you are a gold digger, but now… with this, things were a bit different.
he scratches his cheek, standing next to you with his towering form as you observe the boxes getting placed into the living room, yet the pink haired’s eyes remain on your side, on the way your brows are knitted in annoyance and the soft cute pout on your mouth.
you mess with his head, and now with his house, wonderful.
so ask him why he’s unpacking boxes and moving the few paintings you bought according to your commands, “up, up, a little to the right, a little more, there, perfect!” you beam and climb onto the stool to hammer a nail into the wall and allow Sukuna to hang the painting.
the maids, the butler are all gone under Sukuna’s order, and most likely gossiping over the development of the couple’s relationship.
“i should sue you for making me work unpaid” for the first time, Sukuna teases, slumped on the couch with his shirt a bit unbuttoned and his eyes locked on the way you placed a few cat like ceramics near the chimney, under the large picture frame of your wedding.
“you are soooo exaggerated” you roll your eyes with a little chuckle, “you won’t die from a little bit of hand work”
“maybe not, but my hands will get calloused because of you”
“oh, i’m sorry i’m messing with your princess hands, I will give you my creams if that makes you happy”
his smirk widens, “hey, the only princess here is you”
it really is the little details, month after month, and you notice how his behavior is slowly improving, he is no longer mean or cold, nor he leaves you speaking to yourself anymore, surprisingly he joins you on the couch now, with an arm around the back of it and over your head, yet sometimes you feel his fingers playing with the hair at the top of your head.
he is smiling, big and happy with a package under his arm, he remembers when you bought items for the house, but the floral silky set of sheets you wanted ran out of stock before you could get it, and the defeated look on your face haven’t left since.
he is a good husband, the best husband you could ask for!
“wait” where did that thought even came from?, and why was his face slightly hot, shit, shit.
never mind, he keeps mumbling to himself, hurrying to your bedroom before you arrive from your classes and is quick to undo your bed to change it into the cute sheets set.
but as he is hasty tugging the fabric, something comes flying from under your pillow.
he kneels to grab it, and his face just shows shock at the sight of it, he remembers that too well, the first magazine cover he ever did, his most proud moment and you had a copy, all those years, and so he turns the pages until it lands on the column, there's stickers and pink pen scribbles around, some words highlighted and even one or two hearts drawn around.
the pen ink was slightly worn out as if it was written years ago, and the idea makes his heart clench.
“... got some from the store, where are yo—” you both stand frozen, eyes on each other and the mess of sheets, fuck the surprise, “what are you doing?” your heart drops at the sight of Sukuna’s awestruck expression while holding the magazine open, “t-that’s personal, you know?”
“i- know, I should not have but…, when did you write this?”
how unavoidable was the conversation, “like two years ago” your gaze drifts to a side.
“did you… were you in love with me or something?” he gulps.
what was the point of denying it anymore, so you nod.
“where you or… are you?” and you softly nod again, avoiding his gaze.
“fuck” he mutters, sliding a hand through his hair in frustration, “fuck, i’m sorry”
“huh? what—”
for the second time you can’t finish a sentence before Sukuna is stomping to you, an arm around your waist and the other on your cheek before your lips clash together, it’s tender but also raw and needy.
“i’m sorry, i should have never been so rude to you, I was an idiot and thought you just wanted my money” even after the kiss he does not let you go.
“what? but I never asked for a penny”
“i know” he says even a tad frustrated, “i know, i should have trusted you”
“it’s okay, I mean, I would also be suspicious of someone who suddenly agreed to marry me without even knowing each other”
“but still…” he is still not letting you downplay the situation and his part of blame.
“Kuna, I promise it’s okay” you smile just like you always do that makes his heart melt, “i love you, and that’s all it matters”
a soft sigh leaves him, sliding a palm over your cheek, and suddenly the ring on his finger is just the perfect color that contrast your skin, “yeah, I love you too”
additional part of Sukuna finding the lingerie lmao
cw. age gap ( all characters are 25-29 and reader around 44-46 ) , creampie , breeding kink , trophy wife cheating on your husband with a younger plumber Toji ( Megumi doesn't exist ), oral, rough sex with Sukuna ( you babysit Yuuji ) uncle Sukuna.
original full post in the title, I had to re post this bit because I deleted the original reblog by accident. this is mostly just to back up
hot dilf next door out now 𖥔 satoru, suguru, choso version 𖥔 genshin version
KENTO !
the faint mark of a ring around your finger, the soft thud of boxes being left on the sidewalk, all leading to the moment your youngest child finally moves to college, sharing teary goodbyes and hugs as you wave them one last time. so, you’re finally alone...
Kento is not a creep, nor does he intend to sneak his way into your heart the moment you’re finally alone, no, he wants to offer nothing but support.
he walks to your home with easy steps, casual and unconsciously wearing his best suit, not that he wants to impress you, it’s just a coincidence.
“you’re so mature for your age” is what you say, and everyone does, to be honest, but somehow coming from you is not that bad anymore, does that mean you could actually give him a chance?
a tray of freshly baked cookies is placed upon your kitchen counter, a gift from Kento that’s now long forgotten, too busy listening to your complaints with no ill intentions behind them, just sharing how though life has gotten, but don’t worry, Kento has promised to stick with you.
you’re such a pretty woman to cry, each one of your tears tugging at his heartstrings, and his rough and large hands are the perfect comfort for your aching heart.
none of you actually notice when the atmosphere changes, when your soft sighing against his neck turned into whimpers of pleasure by having two of the man’s fingers knuckle deep in your cunt, rapidly dragging the tips across your fluttering inner walls and palm eagerly rubbing your swollen, needy clit.
“that’s it, gorgeous, you’re doing so well” all you need is some relief, of your burdens and sexual tension building up from so long, Kento is more than happy to help, gently scissoring his fingers into your pussy, a bit more stretch so you can accommodate his cock next. you look much better when you’re crying in pleasure, pawing on his shoulders while guiding the thick head of his cock to push past the slight resistance of your pussy, every little vein throbbing and massaging the ache inside.
gushing pussy, welcoming every inch into the depths of your body, almost immediately starting to suck on the girth, squishing your soft breasts against the toned and smooth expanse of Kento’s chest, each muscle rubbing on your nipples so addictively sweet your pussy pulses even more.
the blonde has often mentally slapped himself for lewdly thinking how you’d look fucked, although the image in his head could not compare to the real thing, forcing his load to blow as deep as possible into your sweet pussy, hands on your soft hips, grinding you down until you squeak and cum, creating a bigger white-ish mess on your laps with the diluted semen seeping out of you.
instead of sulking in your sadness, you should ride his cock more often.
TOJI !
working several jobs at once was never an easy chore, but the black haired managed, one had to do whatever it took for some money. and the fancy apartment building you lived was something he could only dream about, compared to his shabby room where he just slept and jerked off to the thought of you.
“where is the leak?” his rough voice echoes, contrasting with the way too fancy and perfect state of your penthouse, fixing his thick denim pants with a tool belt attached, attempting to hide the bulging erection at the sight of you on that flimsy robe you loved to wear.
you’re so soft, with gorgeous curves as you guide him into the kitchen, are you swinging your hips just for him, or is it his lust clouded imagination?
“would you like something to drink?” you offer so sweetly, already grabbing a glass while Toji slides under the kitchen sink, checking the... perfectly maintained pipelines.
with a raised brow, he stays there, pretending to fix a non existent leak, “a lemonade would be good, thank you, doll” he tries, hoping that little nickname will bring him good luck later. the way his thighs spread when he hears you around is definitely made on purpose, can you see how hard he is for you?
once the... job was done, Toji sips on his cooling drink, eyes scanning the adjacent living room where a framed picture of you and your husband hangs, he’s too old, and you’re clearly a trophy wife.
“how much do I owe you?” you bat your eyelashes, and the flutter mimics the pulsing of his cock.
“don’t worry about it, doll, is not a big deal” Toji attempts to play his cards, hitting on your heart first with a closer step, checking your reactions.
“oh, please, Toji...” it’s a low purr and you’re doing it on purpose, “at least let me thank you for your help”
what a little minx, with soft manicured hands on his broad chest, eyes cute and filled with lust while staring up at him, a pretty thing like you needs to get fucked, and it seemed like you needed it bad.
the framed family picture smiles down at your bent over form, robe flipped open, panties pooling around one of your ankles and Toji’s thick cock plunging into your soaked hole, earning a very slight spank on a jiggling ass cheek, “take it, doll, fuckin’ take this cock in your gorgeous pussy”
a mewl seeps past your lips like the string of drool pooling on the kitchen island, pussy fluttering around the girth, desperate to pull deeper, to suck as much as your hole could possibly take.
it doesn’t take long for you to cream his cock, having it abusing the deepest part with perfectly angled hips was quite easy to send you over the edge, your toys were good, but fuck, Toji knows what he’s doing.
a thumb hooks on the side of your cheek, pulling your soft folds open to stare down at the flutter, at the way you’re spread and speared on his cock, at his mercy. “that’s it, doll, take my cum” he grunts, balls pulsing and squished against your clit while his thick semen fills your womb.
“that um, pipe might break soon, call me again” he winks, now fully dressed and with a fat wad of bills you tucked in his shirt pocket.
SUKUNA !
“do I have to do it?” Sukuna groans in annoyance, gripping the phone where his brother spoke through.
“i don’t have anyone else to pick Yuuji, just do it once”
with another groan he agrees, hanging up the call while shrugging the girl clinging on his arm, the frat party is as annoying as ever, his life as boring as ever.
hands shoved in his pockets he waits for you to open the door, impatiently tapping on the floor as if he had something better to do than take care of his little nephew until Jin came out of work. he’s damn tired, almost about to knock again until you open, angelically smiling at him with a little Yuuji perched on your hip.
“hello, you must be Sukuna”
he wants to knock you up.
in a blink, that cocky smirk is again in place, “that’s me, i’ll take the brat now” then he’s pulling Yuuji onto his side much against the small boy grumbling.
what a good brother and uncle is Sukuna, offering to pick up Yuuji from now on, what a kind soul, making you open up to him more and more until he’s comfortably sitting on your couch, baby Yuuji sleeping upstairs and a warm, flirty laugh echoes through the living room. Sukuna knows you’re aware of his advances, and who you are to refuse a cute, ripped and younger boy’s attention.
and that dick was to die for.
“fuck, sweetheart, you’re a pro” he grins, licking across his teeth while you slobber all over his cock, tongue and lips caressing the fat girth, saliva dripping to coat his full and heavy balls slapping against your chin, “made for take my cock down your tight throat, fuck!”
you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs, pooling on the wooden floor, while you feast on Sukuna’s thick musky scent, adding to the soft pulse and slight salty taste of the tip hitting the back of your throat.
thank fuck he does not keep you waiting, “come here, get on your knees, I need to cum in your cunt”
who are you to refuse such a sensual order? shakily climbing on the leather couch that squeaks under your knees, fingers twisting around the armrest while Sukuna pushes into, “is that how you fuck your classmates?” oh, baby, you’re screwed.
Sukuna takes that as a challenge, arching your back, spreading your asscheeks and pounding into your hole, adoring the slapping sound of his balls slapping your wet flesh, soaking in your warmth, “i’ll show you how I fuck a gorgeous woman like you” and he does, trying to prove you how he’s more than a cocky, pretty face, having you squeaking his name, begging to be creampied until next week.
his eyes are hooded, strangely overwhelmed by your pussy, by the easy glide that welcomes more and more into your depths, begging, craving, crying for his cock, to be pounded into oblivion. “i need to keep you full of me, smelling like me” each word is accentuated by a thrust, ignoring the way his balls clench in a signal that he is about to cum.
“ah, u-ungh... Sukuna, ah, you feel so good, love” why does the tenderness in your voice make his tip twitch and splurt another wave of pre?
“yeah, sweetheart? you like it? you love how I pound your creamy pussy?” almost breathless, panting in attempts to hold back a strong orgasm, needing to drive you insane first, to have you gushing, squirting all over his thick cock before he finally, finally gets to claim that sweet release inside your willing, still very much fertile body.
