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choso x fem!reader x sukuna / part of the love blooms series / this part is mostly sukuna x reader

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, comfort, love, slice of life, modern!au / no curses, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), spit, sweat, breeding kink (just without the whole baby thing, I only used the sexy parts of it), mentions of blood and biting, sukuna being his usual self (a menace to society), mentions of choso x sukuna

The first thing you hear upon entering the flat are moans.

Deep ones, raspy and rough, the sound of them sending shivers down your spine, your breath getting caught somewhere halfway up your lungs. Another moan, this one a little smoother around the edges, a little more needy and interspersed with half-broken sobs. All of it makes your cunt kind of twitch in between your legs, thighs tensing, rubbing together and you throw a betrayed glance down your own body.

The ticklish feeling of a few drops of sweat slowly sliding down your neck, down the length of your spine is enough to smother any flames of flickering lust before they even have the chance to grow into a fire, and you grimace, kicking off your shoes before you’re making your way in the general direction of the slappin’ sounds of skin meeting skin.

The sight that greets you in the living room has you stopping dead in your tracks. The blinds are closed, only a few rays of light spilling in through the cracks and over sweaty tanned skin, the shadows between shifting muscles more pronounced like this. Choso’s kneeling on the couch, his upper body shoved over the armrest, his arms loosely hanging down, fingers sliding over the floor with every movement of his body.

Sukuna’s behind him, towers over him while his hips snap at a speed that shouldn’t be humanly possible. But that’s not what has you frozen on the spot, what has your heart skipping a few beats inside your chest.

It’s the expression on Choso’s face. Your boyfriend’s totally out of it, his tongue lolling out his mouth, cheeks tear stained and red. Sweat flows down his face like a whole damn river and there’s seemingly no strength left in his body. When his honey-brown eyes spot you standing in the doorway, he groans in what sounds suspiciously like relief.

“Thank fuckin’ god you’re finally here,” he mutters, the sound of his voice blending into a sob when Sukuna’s hips thrust forward, obviously hitting particularly deep. Choso squirms, lifts a hand to make shooing motions at his boyfriend who stops fucking him at that, one eyebrow raised. “I’m tapping out, take her before I die.”

Your jaw drops at Choso’s words and Sukuna shrugs, looks over to you with something dark hidden in the depth of his eyes. And that’s when it starts dawning on you and your brain finally catches up.

The city’s caught up in a fuckin’ heat wave.

It’s hot as hell outside, tarmac short of liquifying and Sukuna’s always horny during those days. He’s like an erupting volcano of horniness as soon as the thermometer climbs up over thirty degrees and it’s the only one of his habits you and Choso could absolutely live without.

“Sukuna, pull your dick out before I cut it off,” Choso grunts before he’s meeting your gaze again. “Six, he made me come six fucking times and he only came once.”

Choso sounds absolutely done with it all, and the corners of your lips twitch up in amusement. Anyone else witnessing this conversation would declare you and Choso as clinically insane, because how can you complain about a partner who makes you come six times in a row, who takes your pleasure over his own?

The answer is quite simple.

Usually, Sukuna’s obsession with making you and Choso come again and again is wonderful, amazing, blowing your mind, really. But it’s nothing short of torturous when the world’s burning outside, when your body is already busy enough with trying to cool itself down before your blood starts literally boiling. And it definitely isn’t helping in the slightest that Sukuna’s body heat is high enough that he’s prancing around the flat half-naked in the middle of fucking winter, while Choso and you are bundled up under five blankets.

You watch Sukuna slip out of Choso who goes down in a sweaty heap of limbs. His eyes are focused on you now, following your every move, taking in every twitch of fingers, every shift of weight. You shake your head, stepping behind the couch, desperate to get some kind of barrier in between the two of you.

“No, no, no –” you tell him, voice going high, a little hysteric maybe. “Don’t even think about it, Sukuna.”

Sukuna’s lips twitch into a smirk and you hate him so fucking much. He’s slowly starting to move, circling the couch while you’re scrambling around it to keep the distance between you. It’s like he’s a predator on the hunt, all careful movements to not startle his victim, his muscles tensing, shifting under tanned skin, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Your heart starts beating wildly in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins.

“Sukuna,” there’s a warning in your voice but it’s shaky at best. It has his smirk growing, teeth glinting, nose twitchin’ as if he can smell the hormones filling up your body, the ones that make you want to flee. “It’s too hot for this, you almost killed Choso.”

Sukuna throws a quick glance to the couch where Choso’s still licking his metaphorical wounds, ruffles his hair in a way that is as patronising as it is affectionate.

“He’ll live.”

“The jury’s still out on that,” Choso mutters.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and you spot the shift in the muscles of his thighs almost immediately. You make a beeline for the kitchen, sliding on your socks over kitchen tiles. You can hear Sukuna bolting over the couch, his heavy thundering footsteps right behind you. There’s just enough time to get the kitchen table in between you and the grin on Sukuna’s face has no right to be as handsome as it is.

“Aww, c’mon, baby, don’t be such a spoilsport,” he sing-songs, the glare you give him in return as scorching as the heat outside. “You know as well as I do that you definitely want this dick.”

Your body plays right into his hands.

Your eyes roam down his body before you even have time to blink, taking in his well carved muscles, the shadows in between his abs, going further down and stopping at his dick. It’s still hard, wet with lube, his piercings glinting in the dim lighting that falls through the cheap blinds hanging in front of the kitchen window.

It’s instinct, the way your pussy pulses at the sight of him. You know exactly how good his dick feels inside you, how well he fills you out, how deep he gets with every thrust of his hips. Your pussy pulses again, slick dripping out of you and into your panties, thighs clenching.

It must show on your face, how the thought of him fucking you slowly breaks down your resolve. He chuckles rough and a little mean and he’s leaning on the table now, biceps bulging in a way that makes you want to bite them.

“Told ya, you want me,” he grins. “Just admit it and let me fuck you. I promise you don’t have to do a single thing.”

His words are chipping away at the wall of your resolve, the prospect of his dick stretching you out too tempting to pass up, no matter the heat outside. You’re sizing each other up, a washcloth hitting Sukuna straight in the face snapping you out of your trance.

“Wash up before you’re sticking your dick inside,” Choso looks exhausted, but he pulls Sukuna down by the neck and into a kiss, one with too much teeth and tongue, spit clinging to the corners of their mouths. He slaps Sukuna’s ass after, blows you a kiss before he’s turning on his heels and leaving the kitchen.

“I’m taking a shower,” he tells you. “And don’t you dare destroy another kitchen table.”

The last comment is what has both you and Sukuna blanching in horror, the memory of Choso tearing both of you a new one after ruining the last one still a little too fresh in mind.

Thick fingers wrap around your arm, well, fuck. You have been distracted, giving Sukuna the perfect opening to strike. You try getting out of his grip, but it’s no use. He’s already pulling you along to your shared bedroom, your socks sliding over wooden floorboards again before the world tilts on its axis and your back hits the mattress.

You sigh, looking at the ceiling in defeat while excitement slowly spreads inside you, toes already curling. Gods, but you have it bad. From the corner of your eye, you see Sukuna cleaning up his dick and then he’s over you, strong arms and thighs caging you in, his tongue licking one broad stripe up over your cheek.

“Disgusting,” you mutter and Sukuna hums, giving your other cheek the same treatment.

“You love it.” He licks over your lips, up your nose and the slope of it, making you laugh and squint at him in the process.

“Sukuna, seriously, what the fuck?” You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You a dog now?”

His red eyes glint, the grin on his face growing into something more wild, almost feral.

“You want me to be?” He licks over the shell of your ear, nibbles on your earlobe, kisses the sensitive skin right under it. “Want me to breed you? Mount you from behind?”

Maybe you should bring this up to your therapist because it can’t be normal that you’re literally soaking through your panties when your boyfriend’s saying things like that.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” There’s amusement in Sukuna’s voice, his lips dragging down your neck, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, thumb dipping under your bra and following the curve of your breast. “Want me to lick your pussy like a dog, too? All spit and no finesse? Just broad laps all over you?”

You’ll deny ever making the sound that comes out of your mouth. Your hips buck up, searching for friction, your arms tightening around his neck. You pull him down, closer, his lips hovering over your own, heat filling up the small gap between them.

“I take that as a yes,” Sukuna chuckles, pressing his lips against yours for a gentle kiss that is over way too soon. You’re gaping at him, because what the fuck, but Sukuna’s already shuffling down the bed, taking your jeans and panties with you. He makes himself at home between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs.

“What, fuck, no. Sukuna I have a twelve hour shift of sweat on me,” you complain, but of course it only falls on deaf ears.

“Do I look like I care, woman?” His breath ghosts over your wet folds, your muscles tensing. “That only means it tastes even more like you.”

And then he’s slobbering all over you.

As promised, there’s not an ounce of finesse in it, only his broad tongue lapping in between your folds, over your clit and down again, a growl rumbling in his chest, a sound that makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“Oh my god,” you moan, fingers sliding into his hair, holding on to the strands, back arching. Sukuna rumbles again, making your pussy even more wet and he licks it right up before he flattens his tongue to lap over your clit in broad strokes.

It’s kind of maddening how he eats you out, every nerve ending in your body alight and tingling, your cunt sopping wet with your own slick, with Sukuna’s spit. He’s gripping you by the ass, pushing you further up and open to get the perfect angle for his tongue to slip inside you, a long moan spilling over your lips.

He starts tongue-fucking your pussy and it’s sloppy and wet, the sound of it squelching, mixing up with your moans and the low timbre of his growls. When you look down your body, your cunt clenches around his tongue, the sight of him between your legs almost obscene with how massive he is, how his broad shoulders take up every inch of space. You lift your legs up, draping them over his shoulders, the heels of your feet digging into his back and lifting you up the mattress every time his tongue laps over your hole, every time it fucks inside.

It’s too good.

Your head’s thrown back on the mattress, thighs shaking, fingers tangled up in tufts of pink hair. You start rolling your hips without consciously deciding to do so, your body chasing the pleasure of his tongue, his mouth, your head empty.

You buck up into his touch when Sukuna starts circling your clit with his thumb, tongue shoved deep inside you, and he grins around it, the sharp curve of it pressed against you. You take a shaky breath, swatting over the back of his head with the palm of your hand.

“Stop being so fuckin’ smug about it,” you groan, and Sukuna chuckles, thumb slowing down on your clit but not leaving, your cunt tingling.

“Dunno what you’re talking about, baby,” he hums, hand moving lower, a puff of air leaving your mouth in a rush.

“Liar,” you gasp, one of his thick fingers sliding inside your pussy, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “Ngh – fuuuuck.”

Your moan is drawn out when he starts thrusting his finger, when he goes back to slurping at your clit. The heat’s all but forgotten, even with sweat glistening all over your skin, sliding down your temple. Sukuna isn’t faring any better, his hairline dark and damp with it, sweat dripping down his nose before it ends up on your pussy.

You grab the back of his head and you hold him there, against you, while you chase the warm feeling of his mouth on your clit. It’s clumsy at best, the thrusts of your hips, but he lets you take what you need, lets you use him, and heat surges in your gut in a way that’s almost violent, bordering on too much.

Your thrusts against his face grow more frantic, Sukuna’s finger inside you matching the pace, sliding even deeper and just right, mouth sucking on your clit.

You come with a squeal, drenching his face, stars bursting and dancing behind your eyelids. Every nerve feels raw and frayed, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body, the feeling of it endless while it keeps going, and going, and going.

Sukuna drinks it all up. He moans through it, loud and guttural, while he takes every drop he can get. The vibrations of it on your fluttering cunt stretches your orgasm out and you tremble through it, going boneless, limbs feeling like jelly.

A last few tremors and Sukuna kisses your swollen clit, pulls out his finger to lick it clean, sucking your wetness into his mouth and moaning at the taste again. He rests his head against your thigh for a moment and you think, hope, that he’s finally satisfied but you should have known better. His lips drag along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, a thin line of spit left behind. He straightens up, takes your legs with him and leaves a trail of kisses over your calves, dips his tongue into the space at the back of your knee.

You can feel the sweat there, how it slides down the back of your thigh, skin overheated. You are sure that you’re already looking like Choso back on the couch, head warm and red, eyes hazy with pleasure, your tongue heavy inside your mouth. Sukuna’s eyes are burning when he stares at you like you’re a five course meal, and he puts your legs back on the mattress, spread wide open around his massive body.

He pulls you up without a hitch in his breath, takes off your shirt and bra, flings them behind him without a care for where they land. You’re falling back on the bed, bouncing a bit, Sukuna’s gaze following the movements of your tits.

A pleased hum, and then he makes his way up your body, takes his time, tracing your warm and sticky skin with kisses that are too soft and tender for a man like him but have your toes curling into the sheets. He licks over your nipples next, just the flat of his tongue before he sucks until they’re all hard and sensitive, aching for his touch. He knows that you’re needy already, grins all boyish when his face hovers over your own.

Fuck, but you love him.

He bridges the gap between you as soon as your lashes flutter shut in anticipation, meets your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the slightly sour tang of your slick, the salt of your sweat. It should put you off but all it does is make you moan, right into his waiting mouth.

Sukuna swallows every little sound you make, tongue mapping out your mouth as if it’s the first time you share a kiss, as if he doesn’t know every inch of it like the back of his own hand. His thick, heavy length presses against your inner thigh, warm and wet with precum, your shaky hands reaching up, fingers carding through his hair. He leans into it, makes a pleased sound when you scratch over his scalp, when your hand slips further down and your fingers dig into the tendons of his neck.

Spit connects your lips when you separate, lands on your chin when it's stretched too thin. Sukuna takes himself by the base, runs the tip of his dick through your sticky folds, over your clit, teases until you meet his gaze again with a frown.

“Stop teasin’ and fuckin’ do something,” you grumble and Sukuna clicks his tongue at you, leans over you again, the skin on your chests sticking together with sweat.

“But I promised I’ll fuck you like a dog, remember?”

Your eyes go wide when you comprehend his words, but he’s already rolled you on your stomach in one swift and smooth motion, big hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling your ass up in the air until you’re kneeling on the mattress, face pushed into the sheets that smell like the spice of his cologne, a hint of vanilla blending in that’s all Choso, your own scent somewhere wrapped up in the middle, and it smells familiar, like home.

There’s nothing gentle about it when he finally pushes his dick inside you. He isn’t stopping, doesn’t let you adjust to the girth of him when your cunt spasms around him. It’s one smooth slide, his piercings catching at the rim, popping inside you one after another. Your hands clench around the sheets, a mewl spilling over your lips when his hips meet your ass.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, the palms of his hands smoothing over the curve of your ass. “Let’s see if you’re still this tight when I’m done breeding you, huh?”

The moan you let out at his words is nothing short of embarrassing. Sukuna cackles behind you, a little manic and feral and definitely insane, and your pussy clenches. He hums, his hand coming down on the meat of your thigh harshly, skin stinging with it.

Your brain stops working as soon as he slowly works his dick out of you until only the head remains, his hips snapping, thrusting deep and starting a rhythm that has you seeing stars in a matter of seconds.

“Oh god,” you sob, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, every ounce of energy you have left going into keepin’ you upright and withstanding the power of Sukuna’s thrusts.

“Ah, baby, did I already fuck you dumb?” He asks, his upper body blanketing your back when he leans over you, hot air hitting the sweaty skin of your neck. “There’s no god here,” he hums in between harsh thrusts, “Only the dog you asked for.”

Somehow, he’s pounding into you even harder than before and the tears spill over, sliding down your cheeks, mixing up with the drool that slips out your mouth because you can’t get it to close, swallowing feeling like a pipe dream.

Sukuna fucks into you as if he’s never done anything else in his life, hard enough to shake the bed, splitting you open on his cock and pulling whimpers, sobs and guttural moans right out of your chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he hums, finally a little breathless, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear, the contrast between the soft touch of his teeth and the harsh slide of his dick in and out of you making you shiver, your spine curving in a way that should be impossible. “You’re clinging to me,” another slap, broad palm of his hand meeting the soft flesh of your ass, “Feels as if your pussy wants me to fill you up until it’s drippin’ out around me.”

He’s straightening up, places a hand around your throat to pull you up with him, all air caught off from filling up your lungs. You’re getting light-headed, dizzy, nails digging into the meat of his arms while you’re bouncing on his dick. His thrusts are shallow now, his cock grinding deep, too deep, and it hurts in the best of ways, pleasure crashin’ over you when he loosens his hold on your throat and you can finally breathe again.

“Ngh – ‘kuna,” you whimper, breathy little sounds spilling over your lips and Sukuna’s tongue is back on your skin, licking over the curve of your shoulder and up your neck.

“What is it, baby?”

He’s nosing at your neck, his hands cupping your tits, thumbs and forefingers tugging on your nipples harshly, another sob ringing through the bedroom.

“Wanna –” you gasp when he grinds deep again, his hands stroking down your sides, holding on to your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin when he starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts. “Want you to come in me, please –”

Sukuna moans, sharp teeth breaking the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. The pain of his bite is blinding hot, searing through you like lightning, zapping down into your pussy and you clench around him, walls fluttering and grippin’ tightly onto his dick.

“Fuck –” He sounds kind of manic, the sounds of your fucking filling the bedroom, the squelching comin’ from your pussy absolutely insane, your own slick dripping out around his cock, making a mess right there on his thighs. “Gonna fill ya up baby,” his lips drag over his bite, tongue comin’ out to soothe and to lick up the blood that’s slowly dripping out of it. “Gonna breed you until you’re fuckin’ round with it, plug it up so you can feel it all fuckin’ night.”

It’s the painted image in your head – your stomach round and full with his cum, warmth spreading inside you, staying there while you’re cuddled up on the couch with Choso, Sukuna wrapped around you both.

The tight coil inside you snaps, and you come with a scream that leaves your throat raw. Your orgasm lights you up from the inside, the pleasure overwhelming you in a way that makes you forget how to breathe. Your pussy squeezes around Sukuna’s dick as if it’s trying to milk him, as if it wants him to stay inside you forever.

Everything’s wet, soaked, your pussy, his thighs, the sheets underneath you. You feel drunk, high out of your mind, Sukuna’s fingers tightening on your waist and leaving bruises, the growl he lets out more animal than human.

“Fuck, baby, you’re depserate for it, huh?” He’s kissing your neck, or well, more like slobbering all over it, while he’s still pounding into you, his dick carving itself a home right there in your pussy.

“Ye –” you sob, another peak rolling through you, more gentle this time, stretching into eternity. “Yes – please, fill me up, want it, want –”

Sukuna groans at your words, one hand holding on to your jaw now, fingers sliding into your mouth, a breathless laugh rolling out of him when you bite down on them, your tongue soothing the indents after, circling around the tips of his fingers.

“You greedy little thing,” he moans, his thrusts growing erratic, kind of frantic, chasing his own high. Another flutter of your walls around him, your mouth sucking his fingers deep until they hit the back of your throat, and Sukuna comes.

Hot cum floods your pussy, dripping out around his dick with every shallow thrust, both your moans echoing off the walls. It feels as if he doesn’t stop coming – there’s so much of it, the warmth inside you short of makin’ you burst, and he finally stills, his breathing ragged.

As soon as his hold on you loosens you slump forward onto the mattress, into the soaking wet mess you left behind but you don’t care. Your body burns, every nerve alight and too sensitive, skin tingling. Sukuna falls down next to you, and you turn your head so you’re able to look at him through half-lidded eyes.

He meets your gaze, red eyes still dark but there’s a lighter sparkle in them now.

“You alright?” His voice is even, carefully neutral, but you know him long enough to spot the worry, the care between the syllables.

You hum, stretching your legs, wincing when his cum slowly drips out of your bruised pussy.

“Just a little sore, can’t feel my legs.”

One of his fingers strokes a path up your cheek, smoothes over your eyebrow before he flicks against your forehead. You grumble at him but there’s no heat behind it, and you bridge the small gap between you, lips meeting his in a gentle kiss. It’s soft, the touch of your lips, totally at odds with the harsh fuckin’ from a minute ago.

You laugh when the tip of his tongue flicks against your bottom lip, a hand coming up to his shoulder to shove him away.

“No, how the fuck,” you groan, Sukuna’s lips stretching into a smirk.

“I dunno what your problem is,” he grins. “Here I am, horny as hell for the both of you after years of being together, and you’re complaining about it.”

You roll your eyes at him, slapping his chest for good measure and definitely not feeling up his pecs.

“We’re complaining because it’s hot outside and you’re a living furnace that makes everything worse.”

“Are you judging the fact that I’m hot?” He raises an eyebrow at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “And here I thought you have a thing for my good looks.”

All you can do is groan and hide your face in the pillows.

“I hate you so much.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.”

Your hand flaps over the mattress, finding his body and his chest, two fingers pinching his nipple. Sukuna laughs, a low rumble that fills up the bedroom. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up,” you groan. Sukuna hums, slaps your ass and squeezes, his dick twitching against your thigh.

You tap out after another two orgasms, tired laughs spilling out of you when Choso threatens to tie Sukuna up in the basement for as long as the heat wave’s going on.

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