‘Mounted’ as a word gets me so 😵💫😵💫,,, being mounted sounds so possessive, so encompassing, so primal,,,, hhhhh bunny brain likes the word a lot,, help. Getting ‘mounted’ is right up there with getting ‘bred’ I must confess whewf
whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
tags. (18+), modern au, all characters are adults (21+), marking and hickeys, enemies to ?, bully sukuna, none of your friends like sukuna, but he is around because he is yuuji's older brother, fem bodied reader, dirty talk, praising (atta girl), fingering.
In late September, a few weeks away from embracing autumn, anyone would think that the weather is starting to cool down, that the unbearable sun is lowering its intensity for the poor mortals who walk under it like ants fleeing from a child with a magnifying glass, but in Yuuji's apartment it's much worse. The air conditioner died months ago and none of the brothers have bothered to fix it, making it a challenge every time the group of friends gathers at the Itadori's apartment not to die from a heat wave.
At least for you, who have been accused of being more sensitive to heat than any other average person.
Too hot to be outside on the balcony (exposed to the hot air, to Maki's cigarette smoke), too hot to be all inside the apartment (piled up like sardines on the couch).
So all your friends are very unevenly distributed. About five are inside the apartment watching the soccer game while the rest are outside trying to cool off every time the warm air blows.
You are uneasy, this is the third time Nobara has commented on it. An hour ago she stopped your foot tapping against the ground with a gentle kick from the sole of her shoe and now she comes back and does it a second time.
"Stop it," she says with a frown, a few shades more annoyed due to the heat. Then she laughs softly downplaying her apparent anger. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, examining you.
Nothing, you lie the first time she asks. And you lie to her again now. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
You hide half your face in the glass to take a long drink of the now warm soda that is beginning to taste salty. Raising your head, you can't escape in time this time, Sukuna's eyes look you up and down from across the floor. He wears the same look as a wild animal, his hair disheveled from the heat, gray pants and compressed black t-shirt tell you he's barely home from the gym. You take another quick drink that hurts your dry throat.
Sukuna shakes his head to the side indicating for you to follow him, then hides down the hallway to continue his route.
Your fingers squeeze the glass full of water droplets that slip through your hands from time to time. You feel Nobara's gaze piercing your temples, so you decide to look at her.
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out of it. So you try again.
"I'm going to use the bathroom. It's too hot," you lie (again) with wrinkles in your forehead, then take an unsure step forward to move away from the balcony but her fingers squeeze your forearm gently stopping you from your escape.
"Is it Sukuna again? Is he bothering you?"
Fuck. Guilt shot through your chest, your teeth were sinking into your lip.
"I- no. I told him not to bother me, I'm not interested in the same annoying games from when we were six."
You sound convincing, enough for Nobara to let you go shaking her head in approval, along with a look that assures she's willing to fight anyone for you.
You slip out of her hand and behind the couch where the group of men are talking and yelling and chewing nachos with cheeses too loud for any normal chewer.
Your heart beats fast, guilt, adrenaline and excitement is a dangerous cocktail that pushes you to search for Sukuna through the narrow corridor, lurking in the corners of the half-open doors. You were going through the bathroom when an unexpected force pulls your body inside, the force, now materialized as Sukuna, smashes you against the door without gentleness.
"Fuck you," you complain at the impact, wrinkling your nose.
"I might," Sukuna retorts, dark eyes set on your lips.
You clear your throat and fix your back, dry your hands on the denim of your shorts and force yourself to look him in the eye.
"This has to stop."
"What thing?" Sukuna asks, dangerously close to your mouth. His hands are around your head over the door preventing any escape and his cologne mixed with sweat numbs your senses.
"This," you point a finger at each other's bodies, between the little space between you two. "This! You, flirting with me..."
"Brat."
"Stop."
"We've done more than flirt."
He is smiling again, that smile that signals danger. That smile that shows his sharp fangs that could cut through the darkness. You clear your thoughts with a breath of air from his scent.
"It was just a kiss," you defend yourself with a hint of indignation, flashes of the scene of you on the stairs of Megumi's house detonating in your head.
"You gave me a handjob."
"Jesus."
You did.
Unfortunately, you did. You squeeze your eyes shut pushing out the memories of that bad decision along with a throbbing headache that threatens in your temples.
"Sukuna..."
He pulls your chin with two fingers, the action makes you snap your eyes open focused on his gaze and long lashes, your skin burning under his touch. He keeps looking at your mouth.
"I like it when you say my name," he confesses.
"Sukuna..." you can't help but call him back.
"Yeah, just like that."
Sukuna traces the line of your jaw with his soft lips, the shadow of a beard tickles your skin, his nose stumbles against your flesh as he creeps up to your ear painfully slow.
"I thought I'd return the favor," he murmurs, patting your pussy covered by the thick fabric of your shorts and you wonder if even through all the fabric he can feel the heat emanating from your core.
"You don't have to..." you stutter.
"You just keep calling my name."
Expert fingers remove the button and undo the zipper without wasting time, then push your panties aside and what he stumbles over makes him laugh unfunnily at the line of your throat.
"All this for me?" You try to stop him, have an excuse with which to defend yourself when you tell your version of events to your friend and push his hand away while at the same time moving your hips towards him. "This pussy is so wet just for me, for your bully? That's what you call me, isn't it?" he laughs again, the vibrations tangling in the back of your ear and in the wet strands of your hair. You swallow and think about Nobara, what she will say, how guilty you feel and the pain in your temples that is starting to become more noticeable.
Sukuna carefully slides a long finger between your folds making a mess of your pussy juices. He flicks your clit a little in tight circles, you spread your legs wider to give him permission.
Your head hits the door with a soft sound exposing your throat to him, the heat of Sukuna's body drowns you, increases the heat of the room in the form of steam and you feel you can't breathe as he keeps kissing, biting your neck, the piercing ball on his tongue is cold and slippery. One finger pushes inside your slippery pussy easily and a second follows.
"No marking," you remind him, gasping as he adjusts his wrist to go deeper and increase the pace.
Sukuna's kisses on your neck distract you, his tousled hair tickles you. His open mouth leaves kisses on the salty skin of your throat and he sucks and licks and bites at it in a way that makes you wish he made his mouth be somewhere else on your body.
You gasp weakly, his fingers moving in a different way inside you, the squelch of him fucking you hard against the bathroom door bouncing between the tiles and into your skull, all you can hear is his chuckle and how wet you are. Your body slips through the door but a hand on your waist forces you to stand closer to his working body and it is only then that you realize how hard he is against your thigh.
Your gazes connect and he gives you that lopsided smirk. "There you go, atta girl."
You squeeze around his fingers, your arousal spilling out around them. You're panting like a dog, your mouth open and Sukuna has to force himself not to bend over and suck your tongue.
Suddenly someone tries to open the door, jiggling the doorknob and knocking desperately. "Hey!" Nobara. Your eyes widen, you try to stop Sukuna but his fingers keep abusing your poor pussy, maltiling a spot inside you.
"You're going to cum," Sukuna murmurs into your temples. "Bite me if you have to."
No! you move your lips without getting the word out, alarmed.
"You will. You are going to cum so hard on my fingers while you fantasize that it's my cock making you feel good," he whispers in your ear, biting it, the ball on his tongue rolling all over the lobe of your ear.
"Hey, baby? Are you there?" Nobara insists.
You can't. You want to run away from there, you want to resist it.
"What do you want, brat?" Sukuna raises his tone of voice.
Sukuna's body embraces you, he is everywhere, the girth of his cock presses against you and you can't help but remember that day. How wet he was from his precum, from your spit, you don't want to think about how big it was, how thick and how good it would feel stretching you.
"Open the door, Sukuna. If you have her there with you..."
You think you might cum with just the tip throbbing inside you, you've seen it before: it's thick and turns red just before he cum. Your fangs sink into his skin marking him, cumming silently as you think about how it would feel to finally have him sinking into you.
"I'm taking a fucking shower, if you want to see my dick just say so."
"You're disgusting."
And you are more so. This can't happen again, you hate Sukuna.
As soon as Nobara moves away from the door you push him off your body to go wash your face, the water cools your cheeks and neck but does nothing for your clouded thoughts.
"You-" You look at him, but he is licking his fingers, his pierced tongue licks them up and down and your eyes without permission go to his hard dick where they are now stained by a small spot. "I hate you."
You are ready to leave but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you close to his body.
"You can hate me all you want but that pussy of yours," he smiles. "It belongs to me now."
"Shut up."
You don't know how much more you could take of his dirty mouth without your face exploding with heat, you pull your arm and manage to escape his grip. Looking at him one last time before you open the door.
"Not even a kiss goodbye?"
"Ugh!"
You slam the door shut, trotting into the kitchen where you open the fridge and take out a bottle of water, which you immediately bring to your dry mouth. As you close the door, as if it were a ghost Nobara is waiting for you on the other side with arms crossed, making you choke on the water and immediately cough.
"Where were you?" She asks with a judging look examining you up and down.
"I was... looking for a charger."
"You've got to be fucking with me."
"What?"
"The hickey on your neck, smartass." Fuck! "You could at least pretend. Your fucking zipper is open, really, Sukuna?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
notes. I hate him but this is my way of coping, I still need that dick
꒰ synopsis ꒱ྀི your jjk husband that just wants to love you right, and satisfy your needs.
꒰ content warnings ꒱ྀི nsfw(17+), fem!reader, very soft gentle sex, lot of praise, very soft, teasing, oral(f!receiving), spoiling + pet names.
CHOSO ﾟ｡⋆
Who loves his gorgeous wife very much. Always wanting you held close to him, your head on his chest while he plays with your curls. Always peppering kisses on your face when he wakes up despite if you two went to bed upset with one another last night.
He needs to appreciate every living day god gives him to wake up to your gorgeous face. He loves preparing you your favorite foods before you leave for work and he waits for your return like a puppy.
And he loves every opportunity he gets to share your bed with you. Your legs on his shoulders, while thrusts his cock deep into your pussy. Watching you grip the sheets in pleasure.
“Nngh.. oh god” you throw your head back onto the pillow, feeling his lips immediately take advantage of your open neck to place hickies. His teeth gently biting at your soft flesh.
“F-Feel so good, fuck..” his moans mixing with yours. Your pussy always squeezed him so tight even though he has fucked you so many times.
His cock barely being able to slip out and slam right into that pretty pussy of yours. You just felt so amazing around his cock he was a mess every time the tip was pressed against your soaked folds.
“G’nna cum..” your legs crossing around his shoulder and neck.
“I-Inside please” you moaned, and instantly you feel a flush of his seed empty into your pussy. Legs trembling around his shoulders. His head falling into the crook of your neck, as you soaked his cock with your orgasm.
NANAMI ﾟ｡⋆
He loves his wife so dearly. Would never intentionally hurt you and wants to make sure that when you are with him you experience pleasure & peace with him. He always brings you gifts no matter the occasion and is always so proud of his sweet girl.
Showering you with kisses as well, always complimenting your body. He loves to fall asleep with the softeness of your breasts. Letting you play with the strands of his hair.
Oh but does he love it the most when you let him cherish you under that dress of yours. His favorite place to rest his head under.
Head between your legs, your dressed hiked up your thighs. Legs pushed up, ankles resting on his shoulders. And his tongue, deep into your cunt. One of your hands latched onto your breasts, as you occasionally flicked at the hardened bud.
“K-Kento…” a whimper of his name floating through the air that makes the tip of his ears burn red. His tongue pressing deeper into your velvet walls.
He always ate you out so good, to the point your legs trembled so much you felt like you were experiencing an earthquake.
Your moans increasing in volume every time his tongue thrusted in and out of your sweet pussy. You just wanted his cock so bad to thrust deeply into your sweet spot.
He promises earlier he’d feed into your desires soon, but it seems that promise is post poned because he is too in love with digging himself into this pretty pussy.
TOJI ﾟ｡⋆
Who has loved you since the first date. You always managed to match his energy perfect and he loved it. He also loves how protective you get over him sometimes and he will always remind you, he’d never leave you for someone else. As you only get one blessing every so often and you were that blessing.
He loves sharing his bed with you, his bathroom, kitchen, everything with you. He always liked to be possessive of his things but that mindset immediately vanished once you came into his life.
But lord he loves it the most when you make him excited, weekend mornings. Rubbing your bare pussy all over his crotch until he lets you pull his cock out from under his sweats. Watching you fuck yourself on his dick.
“G-God.. fuck me” you moaned, rolling your hips and taking every inch of his cock. Thrusting yourself into his length as you held onto his shoulders for support. You looked so beautiful, breasts bouncing, your curls bouncing, as you thrusted yourself onto his cock.
You could never keep up with a pace like he does, but it was enough either way. His tip brushing against your sweet spot, forcing more moans to fall from your lips. One of your hands reaching up to caress Toji’s face.
“You need help, pretty girl?” He asked, kissing your hand and you nodded before whimpering. He wasn’t going to make his princess do all of the work now was he?
Grabbing your hips harshly and thrusting his cock, much deeper, you almost fall into his embrace. Your pussy clenching so much tighter now and soaking his cock with your slick.
“OH! F-fuck, fuck,, Nngh…” your moans inconsistent with every thirst and you close your eyes at the pleasure. Breasts bouncing, not far from his face as he keeps his hands on your waists, before sitting up and latching a lip around one of your nipples.
Such a great way to start his morning.
GETO ﾟ｡⋆
He cherishes every moment he gets to spend with you. Holding you close to him no matter where or if you were previously arguing with him. He always buys you new things when knows you are running low. Such as perfume, shampoo, etc.
He loves showering with you, cooking with you, exercising with you, truly doing anything with you. Of course he is a little biased when his favorite thing to do, is make love with you.
You just make him feel so good, stuffing your face in the pillow, your ass up while he slides his pretty cock in and out of your soaking pussy. God you just love it when he hits you from this ankle.
“So soaked already?” You hear him tease, whimpering softly at his tip gently greeting your entrance. You don’t say much, but press your face into the pillow.
A heavy moan falling from his lips as he slips himself in all the way. Your pussy always clenched him so good, he isn’t sure how fast he can keep his thrusts. But he liked a challenge here and there.
“F-Fuck..” you moan, though it came out muffled. He instantly began pounding his cock into your pussy, your ass bouncing on back on his cock as he smacks the flesh red, earning gasps from you.
“Always feel.. so f’cking good” he grunts, holding your waist tightly so he can hit deeper into your sweet spot. You moan incoherent words, your knees and legs shaking as you hide your face in the pillow.
Geto promises himself that after he gets you to reach your high, to fuck you in missionary. He needs to pepper that lewd face you’ll be making when he fucks you again.
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