you’d never gone out on a date before. never experienced any semblance of intimacy or any romance that everyone else already seemed to have mastered. kissing? not on your radar. but you got the bright idea to go on a dating app—matching with suguru geto.
★ PAIRING: suguru geto x fem! reader
★ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. alternate universe/no curses. slightly awkward and inexperienced reader. cat dad sugu. consent checks. dry humping/grinding. nipple play. cunnilingus. blow job. unprotected p in v. pull out method. cum eating. some aftercare. stupid humor. pet names. a scientology visit.
★ WORD COUNT: 6.3k
★ A DIVINE NOTE: another account another repost ik 😭 but this is the most self indulgent/cope post ever actually, couldn’t leave my babies behind </3
“you brought cookies.”
you held out the tupperware container filled to the brim with recently baked chocolate chips—the sweet, warm scent wafting through the plastic. "i did, yes. though i wasn't sure if you had any allergies, so don't feel any pressure to eat them or anything. i just thought it'd be rude to come over without bringing anything."
oh great. less than five minutes into this conversation and you were already rambling.
suguru took the container of baked goods from your hands with a wary look, bringing it up to his nose. "you're not a serial killer by any chance, are you?"
you blinked. "if i was, wouldn't it defeat the purpose of telling you now?" not very reassuring.
regardless, he gestured for you to come inside. you stepped inside the apartment and slid your shoes off at the door, taking in the sight of his living room.
the space was bathed in a dark red light accompanied by sonder’s one night only playing in the background and a couple candles flickering from the coffee table—the warm richness of sandalwood permeating through the air.
“you.. uh.. you really planned this out, huh?” why couldn’t you just have said it looked nice and moved on?
now it was just plain awkward.
well, awkward-er.
sure, you knew the concept of sex and how it was supposed to work, but what every hookup guide always forgot to cover was the before. even if you'd talked before this, the two of you were just strangers. what were you supposed to talk about with him?
how were you supposed to skip this part and go to where you were riding him like a pony?
suguru shrugged, padding over to the kitchen to leave the container of cookies on the counter. “did i do too much?”
“it’s just your apartment and all, but the lights seem a little.. excessive.” that was putting it as nicely as possible.
he took the criticism in stride, grabbing a remote from the counter and turning them off before flicking a lamp on, painting the room in a dim orange light. the room was immediately much more warm and welcoming than what’d you first walked into.
you stood at the door, taking a look at the little bits of decoration that you could now see more clearly. a couple figurines, expensive, if you had to guess, a couple books strewn around his coffee table, and a cat tree perched up near the window.
you remembered the small bag in your pocket. digging it out of your pocket, you held it up in between your fingers. “i saw your cat on that one thirst trap,” he didn’t bother protesting—it was a thirst trap, “so i got some treats on the way here. i hope you don’t mind.”
either you were a psychic or you just naturally had a knack for this sort of thing. “they’re her favorite, thanks. take a seat, we don’t bite.”
the previous girls that came over to his apartment usually just gave the cat a little coo or downright ignored her, but you seemed like you wanted to get to know her more than you did him.
suguru wasn't sure if he was amused or if his ego was slightly bruised. (hint: both.)
you took a seat on the black leather couch like you owned the place, patting your lap. “what’s your cat’s name?” you questioned, the cat peering up from her paw at the noise before going back to grooming herself.
“that’s sage.”
you lightly shook the bag of treats, trying to beckon the very uninterested cat with the promise of food and an unconvincing baby voice. your efforts were working. somewhat.
sage lazily trotted her way down from the top of the cat tree before making her way over to you, sitting at your feet. her eyes were calculating, analyzing if you were worth her time. you didn't dare move a muscle when she leaned in to sniff at your socked feet and legs.
just when you were convinced that you'd gotten a big fat F on her evaluation, sage seemed to decide that you were harmless enough. she hopped up on your lap and settled down like the self proclaimed royalty she was, nudging her head against your hand in demand for head pats. you complied.
your fingers ran through the soft black fur while the cat purred like a lawn mower underneath your touch.
"she normally doesn't like strangers," suguru noted, plopping down on the couch cushion next to you.
"do you use that line on everybody that steps foot in here?" well.... yes!
and it usually worked like a charm, thank you very much.
"wait, what, really?" the last girl he'd brought over to his apartment remarked, the very same girl that signed him up for lifelong scientology visits and the army two weeks later after he failed to respond within five minutes, staring at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars.
"yeah." the cat in question, looked at him with as much disdain as her little body could muster. suguru made a mental promise to reward the cat with catnip and treats for helping him spit out the first bullshit that came to his mind. the girl seemed too happily convinced, going as far as calling herself sage’s step mom.
needless to say, the cat hadn't been all too happy about getting squeezed and cradled around like a baby by a woman she'd never seen before and never saw again after. her displeasure was obvious if the broken flower vases and scratches on his leather furniture were anything to go by.
he'd stopped using that line. or so he thought.
"...no."
you raised a brow, gaze full of suspicion as you stared at him. barely applying any pressure. and just like a rubber band, he ended up snapping within seconds, “…yes, fine, i have. but it’s the first time i’ve meant it.”
you weren't sure if he was full of shit. but the cat seemed to like you decently enough, starting her own biscuit factory on the fabric of your jeans with each ear rub. “how’d you end up getting her?”
suguru looked over to see you and his cat getting along decently well, finding himself a little lost in the scene when your question finally registered and you were staring at him.
“i found her locked up in a cage close to home. her owners called her a devil and all kinds of names, their own negligence, really,” he rolled his eyes, reaching out to pet her chin, “anyways, they were all too happy having someone to hand off the cat to.”
the two of you sat in a comfortable silence after a few questions from one another, getting to know each other a bit better apart from late night conversations. only the sounds of sage’s purring and the outside world filled the apartment.
that was until, "c'mere." suguru lazily spread his legs on the sofa, patting his lap.
“you do realize i’m not your cat right?” as if proving your point, sage got up from her spot on your lap over to his.
“fine, can you please come here?” he gave the cat one last scratch before setting her down on the floor, asking a little nicer. you got up from your spot, standing in between his legs before you lowered yourself onto his lap.
"hi," he murmured once you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving down to your hips.
"hi." you braced your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, suddenly feeling the reality of the situation crashing down on you. the pretty man underneath you wanted to have sex with you. you were going to have sex tonight.
sex and your first kiss, apparently. (you refused to count the time you'd gotten kissed as a dare in middle school.)
and as if he could read your mind, suguru took a hold of your chin and gently tilted your head up to face him, "can i kiss you?" you didn't miss the way his gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips every .5 seconds.
you met him halfway, pressing your lips against his own. trying to go with the flow as many people said (what flow? you weren't completely sure yourself).
"close your eyes, i can feel you staring at my soul.” he pulled away, whispering the words against your lips and leaving you chasing behind his.
you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss slowly. even going as far as tilting your head a little so you wouldn’t— “ow!” — do exactly what you just did. bump your nose straight into his.
you opened them back up to see suguru was more amused than hurt, a stupid smile on his face as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “try closing them when you’re already leaned in, hm?”
rolling your eyes, you shifted a bit on his lap before giving it one last go. one of your hands came up to cradle his soft cheek, leaning in and shutting your eyes at the last second. he tasted like mint and something else you couldn’t decipher.
his lips molded against your own in a languid kiss, each touch an experiment to know your body better. suguru’s hands moved down your body, each one resting on your ass like he wanted, no needed, you all that much closer. the exchange grew heavier, sloppier, messier.
everything was heightened—you could feel every single little thing. from the slight hitch of his breath when you captured his lip in between your teeth to your own traitorous heart thumping underneath your rib cage.
his lips moved from your own to the corner, down to your jaw, until he finally reached your neck. then that’s where he went ham. sucking, licking, kissing on whatever inch of skin was at his disposal all while taking note which spots had you shivering and squeezing your thighs together.
latching onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone, suguru placed a kiss out of reverence before he started to suck. he was practically in bliss all without taking his clothes off. if he were a weaker man, he would’ve shot his load the minute you’d settled onto his lap and got a whiff of your sweet, sweet perfume.
his hands moved up from your ass up your back, probably going to take your shirt off before his phone got the bright idea to interrupt the moment: want a break from the ads?
suguru had never regretted not investing into spotify premium as much as he did in this moment.
is your girlfriend unsatisfied in the bedroom? your stamina not being what it once was? if these symptoms sound familiar, you might suffering from erectile dysfunction. ask your doctor about levitra—
that was enough to get him up to his feet, crossing over to the kitchen counter in three strides. suguru quickly got his phone from the counter before the ad could continue, deciding that the ambiance was ruined and shutting the music off.
"do these symptoms sound familiar to you?" you teased, resting your cheek on your palm as you watched the scene with mild amusement.
"you could come to my room and find out." not nearly as smooth as he usually was, but good job suguru!
"are you really getting me into your bed with an erectile dysfunction ad?"
suguru tilted his head, "is it working?"
and you really wished it wasn't, but it was. you were quick to get up on your feet, padding over to where he stood and reaching your hand out. "let's go find out then."
his bedroom was much like the living room—a minimalistic design with a couple pictures hung up on the walls. his friends, if you had to guess. he led you over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.
not nearly enough bed-pouncing as you were expecting.
suguru spoke up, his hands resting on his lap, "you're allowed to change your mind, don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. i’m here to please you.”
“i want this,” you responded, moving up the bed to rest against the headboard. he followed, keeping a reasonable distance between you two, “i want to have sex with you, suguru. let’s just take it slow.”
closing the distance, you straddled yourself over his lap, each of your legs next to his own. you lowered yourself down and placed your hands on his shoulders under the guise you knew what you were doing. and then, you started to rock and gyrate your hips against his clothed leg.
you rubbed and grinded your hips harder, faster against his leg in an attempt to feel something other than the friction of his sweats rubbing against your shorts—unsure of what to do other than rut yourself against him like a dog. maybe he was liking this?
should you start moaning?
“o-oh fuck.” a, what you hoped was realistic, moan left your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders to really sell the point. suguru looked at you, wondering if he really looked that stupid.
you weren't sure what you were doing—that much was obvious. you were humping his leg, your rhythm too quick to be pleasurable for either one of you at this point.
"have you ever done this before?" were you really that obvious?
the question had your hips stilling their movement, your gaze falling down to his face. when you shook your head, suguru let out a small tut, holding your chin between his fingers, "that's okay, baby. we'll take it nice and slow, just follow me."
his hands splayed on your hips, slightly moving you up his lap before he started to guide your movements. and oh, now you felt it. his cock strained against the material of his sweats, each ridge rubbing against your warm heat.
well, at least now you knew the ad wasn't meant for him.
"oh yeah, that feels better huh?" he cooed in your ear, his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling how wet you were getting already.
you were dripping, slick stringing and sticking to your panties with each roll of your hips. he wasn’t much better—cock prodding against your entrance like it was begging to be released. “uh huh, better,” a breathy whisper left you, your back arching against his fingertips.
when he kissed you again, it wasn’t soft and gentle like he’d been at first. no, he’d tested the waters already.
now he was kissing you like he needed you, like he needed air to breathe. each breath grew labored like he couldn’t bare being apart. his tongue moved in a synchronized dance with yours, tasting and absorbing everything you had to give.
your lips moved with the same desperation, fingers gripping against the material of his shirt. trying to take it off before he seemed to catch onto your unspoken hint. he reluctantly pulled away before sliding his shirt off in one fluid motion, letting it fall onto the mattress beneath. and… wow. beautiful was an understatement when it came to him.
you let your fingers trail down his abdomen, the muscles tensing underneath your featherlight touch. tracing and poking whatever little beauty marks you found on your way down. he was just so.. pretty.
“you really think so?” his voice brought you out of your reverie, and oh shit, you’d said it out loud?
“like you don’t know it already,” you retorted, trying to downplay the situation.
suguru shrugged, watching your fingers intently as you traced and gently scratched down his pecs, “i like when you call me pretty.”
you rolled your eyes but gave in anyways, “you’re very pretty, suguru geto.” you felt his cock twitch underneath at the compliment. leading his fingers towards the hem of your own shirt, you guided him into taking off the flimsy article. he seemed all too eager to revere your body the same way you had his.
mumbled compliments of you’re so beautiful and so soft left his lips until he looked up at you, his hands gliding up and down your hips, "do you want me to keep going or do you wanna stop here?"
you grabbed his hands, bringing them up to your chest. “i want this, suguru. i want to go all the way with you, i promise.” his fingers tweaked and squeezed at your perked nipples, his lips ghosting above the left before he swirled his tongue around it. latching his mouth onto the sensitive flesh and sucking, working the other with his fingers.
strings of saliva connected his lips to your tits when he finally pulled away—deeming that he’d given them enough attention for now. suguru flipped the two of you over, hovering above you before slowly kissing his way down.
peck. your collarbone.
peck. your tits.
peck. your navel.
peck. the waistband of your shorts.
“you can take it off,” you assured him before he even had the chance to ask the question. suguru didn’t hesitate once he got the thumbs up, hooking his fingers onto your belt loops before sliding your shorts down your legs and shaking them off.
you could’ve sworn you caught a hint of drool once you were all exposed for him.
suguru kissed his way up your leg, each one leaving behind a slippery trail behind him. “so pretty,” he mumbled, sucking onto your calf before moving further up to your knee, “so perfect laid out for me.” each one sounded like a quiet admission to himself.
despite how desperate he seemed, suguru took his time when it came to finally undressing you. his teeth sunk into the lace of your underwear, your hips lifted when he moved down the offending material at the pace of molasses. trying to savor as much as he could.
he let them fall onto the pile of clothes next to you before admiring his meal. your cunt clenched around nothing when a slight breeze came in the room, your slick glistening against your folds, clit practically throbbing his name out in morse code.
but suguru prided himself on having some semblance of patience. thinly veiled patience, but patience nonetheless. he wedged himself in between your legs, his lips hovering dangerously close to your entrance before moving down to your inner thigh. repeating what he'd done earlier on your leg.
he pressed featherlight kiss after another onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, occasionally biting hard enough to leave behind a nice lil' memory for tomorrow. your legs instinctively spread, every sensation sending your body through a livewire and yet.. you were lost in thought.
you wondered how many people he'd had in this room, how long this would take, what'd you eat for breakfast tomorrow, and—"focus on me, pretty girl."
immediately broken out of your endless string of questions, you looked down to see suguru already peering up at you. "talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"
you shook your head, "just got lost in thought, i guess."
"then we'll just have to make it to where you can only focus on me, angel."
and then he dove in like he was a man starving.
his big hands gripped your legs and spread you apart like a feast, tongue flicking out to taste the slick dripping down your folds and thighs. "taste so good, thank you, thank you," he babbled, swiping his tongue up and down your folds before flicking it inside of your pussy.
your cunt gushed like an open sink against his mouth and chin, the man practically nose deep as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. his jaw went slack, sucking and tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue before going back to eating you out.
soon, two of his fingers took place of his mouth. two long and thick fingers. your juices ran down to his knuckles while he spread you open, his fingers curling and hitting that one spot inside of you with ease. "fuck, it feels so good," you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers.
"i knoww baby, just needed suguru to take care of you." he didn't let up, much too starved himself to even think about doing so. his lips latched onto your swollen, throbbing clit and sucked lightly onto the nerves. your grip on his hair tightened, a broken moan leaving from his lips.
"just like that," he hissed out, his hips rutting into the mattress underneath. you noticed a dark patch growing in the front of his sweats. "take what you want from me, y'know how to do it." your hips swiveled and thrusted against his eager mouth, spit and slick drenching his chin and dripping down to the mattress.
it was hard to think about anything other than him, you had to admit that much.
your legs shook with each thrust of his fingers, with each swipe of his tongue. just as you were about to press your legs together, suguru pried them apart once more with ease. "don't interrupt my meal, i'm not done eating." and how could he say that when he already sounded so drunk off you?
his tongue swirled against your clit, the tip drawing circles around the sensitive nub. "f-fuck, gonna cum, keep going," you whined out, nails digging into his scalp. the sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers was all you could hear, and yet, all you were focused on was chasing your own orgasm.
it was so close, you felt a knot building up in your lower tummy. "fu-fuck fuck fuck," broken babbles left your lips, your toes curling and legs shaking the more you felt that pressure increase. with one final thrust of his fingers, you came. the knot unraveled all at once, your release washing over you (and his fingers) like a tidal wave.
he'd never been such at bliss before.
each breath felt like it was splitting your lungs open, your chest heaving as suguru slowly pulled his dripping fingers out of you. he didn't mind staring you in the eye when he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off as if no drop could go to waste. "mm, wanna taste you forever." his eyes practically rolled back, his tongue swirling against the two digits.
once you finally regained your bearings, you sat up and asked, "do you want me to return the favor?"
suguru let out an indignant scoff like you'd just insulted his very existence. and in a way, you had. "i did that because i wanted to, because i needed to taste you," he retorted, shaking his head like he wasn't reevaluating his degree in munchology, "not because i was expecting anything out of you."
getting up from your spot on the bed, you padded over to where he was sitting and situated yourself right in between his legs. absentmindedly running your fingers up up up the thin material of his sweats, barely grazing your fingertips against the growing tent between his legs. before you pulled away altogether.
you looked up at him like you were sin incarnate, lashes fluttering against your cheek, "what if i really really want to suck you off?"
suguru swore his soul left his body for a minute. he'd gladly let you keep it if you wanted it at this rate.
“then by all means, go for it.”
that was all you needed to slide the flimsy material of his sweatpants onto the floor, his cock slapping up against his stomach once it was released. now it was your turn to nearly drool. you couldn't have imagined that a dick could be this pretty.
a nice tan color at the base with a hint of red at the tip, a curve settling to the right and precum dripping down his shaft just from having you in his mouth. it was fairly long and thick—as thick as your forearm, you could assume.
all the fanfiction you had saved in your bookmarks couldn't have prepared you for the sight of the twitching cock in front of you.
you stared at his dick like it was something out of an anatomy textbook, trying to figure out the best approach to go about this before ultimately deciding to throw it out the window and just try it out.
"a-ah fuck." suguru practically turned into putty the moment you took him in your mouth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. not pushing, never that; he'd never risk making you uncomfortable.
thick globs of spit dribbled down to your chin and down his shaft from the corners of your lips. "just like that, yeah, please." suguru wasn't afraid to be loud—letting you know what you were doing right. one of your hands wrapped around his cock, your fingers tightening around the base before you started to jerk your hand up and down.
you could hardly take him in fully—your cheeks hollowing out to make more space and it still wasn't nearly enough. "soo good, please don't stop," suguru’s voice drawled out when you tried taking more of his cock in your mouth.
you could feel tears pricking up at the edge of your waterline, blinking them back quickly. his cock was barely a couple inches in your mouth and the tip was already starting to hit your uvula, your saliva coating around the shaft to mix with the precum spurting out. once you were able to, you started bobbing your head up and down his length.
suguru’s fingers dug into the sheets beside him, his chest starting to feel like he’d run a marathon. your tongue, your mouth, just you, everything felt too stimulating, too good. the hand you’d been jerking him off with moved down to his heavy sack, your fingers rolling around his balls.
and just like that, suguru was a goner. he swore he saw the flickering of a white light above. you felt them tighten up underneath your fingertips, growing heavier and heavier with cum. you looked up to see him completely disheveled, mouth agape to let out shaky gasps and broken moans. and right before you swore you almost felt him cum, he pulled you off.
“did i do something wrong?” your question came out innocent, like you hadn’t nearly sucked the soul out of his body.
suguru let out a disbelieving laugh, pulling you up to your feet before feverishly leaning into kiss you. not seeming to care that he could taste himself on your tongue. “just need to cum inside you, can i do that, please? you still want this?”
he sounded completely and utterly ruined. but you nodded into the kiss, your fingers pressing into his shoulders. “i need you, sugu, need you so bad. please fuck me, please.”
he moved at the speed of light, setting you down onto the comfort of his mattress before he settled himself on top of you. his cock throbbed and twitched at the mere contact with your bare pussy, his fingers wrapping around the base as he swiped the tip through your folds. “you sure you want this?”
just one more time to confirm. you nodded.
“c’mon, use your words for me, pretty,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your swollen lil’ clit. your throat bobbed as you swallowed back an embarrassing moan.
“i want this, suguru, i’m sure.”
"okay, take a deep breath in for me." you complied, filling your lungs with air before letting it out in a deep exhale. he slowly pushed his cock in, your walls tightening and clenching involuntarily against his shaft.
"there we go, that's it baby. takin' me so well." suguru's voice came out akin to a purr he didn't mention how he'd barely pushed an inch in. once he was certain it was okay, he pushed another and another in.
a choked gasp left your lips when he finally seemed to bottom out, feeling like your body had just been split in half. and maybe, just maybe it was, you wouldn’t necessarily doubt it.
suguru wiped away a couple tears that streamed down your cheeks, standing still while you got used to the intrusion. it was hard, he had to admit, when you felt so warm and wet around him. but anything for your comfort, he wouldn’t risk that.
“you can move, suguru,” you spoke up, one of your hands reaching out to take hold of his. his fingers grasped your own, placing your hand on top of your head before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in one swift motion. your pussy drenched his shaft each time he pushed back in, each thrust smoother and faster.
suguru leaned down to kiss you, hair falling like a waterfall and covering his face completely before he ever got the chance to get close. you bit down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from laughing in his (hair covered) face before reaching out and moving his hair out the way.
so goes the super suave geto suguru.
a small giggle left your lips at the gesture, slowly starting to feel more and more comfortable being around him. (well how much more comfortable could you really get after having him inside you?) suguru let out a small huff, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance before handing over a hair tie.
you managed to make the world’s messiest ponytail in twenty seconds. go you!
“i’m glad my embarrassment’s amusing, but you okay?” he asked quietly, treating you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. long fingers trailed up your sides like he was admiring a piece of art, not at all like the strangers that you were supposed to be.
“i’m fine,” you assured, wiggling your hips and trying to thrust back into him, “you can go faster, though, please?”
suguru didn’t hesitate to follow that command, hips snapping into you almost immediately. your cunt sucked him in with each thrust, squelching with how much you’d drenched his shaft. his heavy balls smacked against your ass TWACK TWACK TWACK!
your legs wrapped around his waist like you were physically trying to intertwine your body as close as you could to him. “ah ah fuck, sugu, faster, faster!” your moans sounded like the best kind of melody to his ears, and well, who was he really to deny?
suguru hoisted a leg up on the bed for a better angle, hitting that spot inside of you with each quick thrust. your walls clenched around him like a vice, like you wanted to keep him trapped while you gushed and soaked around him.
“pussy’s so good, i’m never letting you go,” he babbled, his other hand gripping your hip to move you up and down his shaft as he pleased.
his middle finger rubbed desperate little circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back from just how good you felt. the hair tie was long since forgotten, hair falling onto his face as he leaned forward to capture your lips in what could only be described as a tangle of tongue and teeth.
everything about him screamed desperate and unhinged—and you weren’t any different.
“make me cum, make me cum, please,” you moaned out against his lips, your chest heaving and your breaths coming out in short pants. suguru nodded like it was his only mission in life, pushing his cock in and out sloppier and messier than he was at first. practically gliding with how wet you were.
your orgasm built up more intense this time, your nails digging into the sheets below as the coil in your tummy began tightening. “please please please,” for what were you begging for? you didn’t know. a scream that would probably wake up his neighbors left your lips as you came, dripping and soaking his shaft in your wake.
“so messy, my messy girl, that’s ittt.” he was a broken pussy-drunk babbling mess. suguru continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm while working you through your own. his hips moved desperately, balls twacking against you with each sloppy sloppy thrust until he finally choked out,
“w-where do you hic want it?”
you didn’t give it much thought, “my face, sugu. wanna taste you, come for me, need you.” that was all it took for the last bit to snap, barely managing to pull out in time before he was spurting out drops of cum onto your face and your open mouth.
you swallowed every last drop that landed on your tongue, your features contorting into a slight grimace once the taste settled on your taste buds. and just like you'd come out of a damn porno and his wet dreams, you stuck your tongue out.
"fuck, you're gonna kill me." a breathless laugh left his lips. he made sure to push his hair back this time around before he leaned into kiss you again, his tongue prodding into your mouth.
one time fucking awkward and slightly offputting girl pussy and he was ready to get your finger measurements to buy the most expensive ring he could find at the jewelers. maybe he'd start with just a date once he came back to his senses.
suguru plopped down on the mattress next to you, rubbing a drop off cum off your cheek with the pad of his thumb before bringing it up to his own lips. "was that okay? you need anything—water, a bath, your dignity?"
you let out an amused scoff, turning your head to face him. admiring his features in the post sex glow. you had to admit—to yourself mostly—he looked good worn out and panting. "my dignity's still intact, thank you. but some water and a rag would be nice."
he cracked open the water bottle and left it on the nightstand next to you before disappearing into the bathroom. you could briefly hear the sound of water running before he emerged once more, a wet rag in hand.
each swipe of the rag in between your legs was a gentle one, treating you with the utmost care in the world. “you don’t have to leave right away, if you don’t want to. i can make some mean scrambled eggs.”
“how inviting,” you teased, taking a sip of the water as you mulled it over. how bad would it be to stay the night if he’d already been inside of you? “but sure, i’ll stay. if only for the scrambled eggs.”
you weren’t sure how long the two of you spent up talking about nothing and everything in between, from what you did for school to how you got into baking. it was.. refreshing, in a sense.
you could picture yourself doing this kind of routine with him almost too easily. the last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep was his arms wrapped around your stomach.
holding you like he never quite wanted to let go.
loud knocking woke up suguru at ass o'clock in the morning, long before the sun even started to peek its head from the horizon. a groan left his lips as he forced himself to untangle his limbs from your own and get up.
you didn't seem to notice his absence, in fact, you almost seemed to enjoy it. a little too much, if you asked him. you laid in the middle of the bed, sprawling your arms and legs out like a starfish.
the knocking on the door grew more insistent—determined to get an answer one way or another.
"hi, good morning. i'm from the church of scientology." this time they'd sent a middle aged man to stand at his door and spit out the same spiel he'd heard for the past five months in a row, greeting him with a smile that suguru deemed unnatural this early in the morning.
a smile that quickly seemed to fade once the man took notice of the blossoming hickey on his neck, the scratches that ran down his abdomen.
the man grasped his copy of dianetics like he was clutching his pearls.
suguru would have to eat you out later just for this reaction.
the man cleared his throat, eyes averting down to the book in his hands, before he cracked it open to the first page he could find. suguru wondered how long it'd take the man to figure out the book was upside down.
"i'm here because you signed up to receive visits every weekend. for just the small price of ¥73,300, you could learn all about the church and how to reach enlightenment—" the more that the man rambled, the more that suguru was more inclined to start his own cult than join this one.
but regardless, he let the man finish his spiel before he tapped his chin in faux thought. “to join a cult or not to join a cult, decisions decisions…”
the man raised a finger to protest, pushing up the thick rim of his glasses up his nose, "well actually, we're not a cult, we're a religious group focu-"
the man was left rambling to the front door about the difference between a 'religious group' and a 'cult.'
but he relented, suguru had to give him that at least. the man remained at the doorstep, bringing his fist up to the door but never making contact. probably regretting coming over in the first place.
"who was at the door?" you were barely awake yourself, rubbing at your eyes as the bright morning light peered in through the windows.
suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small groan, "would you believe me if i said scientology?"
"who'd you piss off?" you questioned, standing by the kitchen with your arms folded.
this time, another groan. though he sounded more whiny than anything, “why does everyone always assume i did something?”
"am i wrong though?" you countered.
no, not at all. and suguru knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation that easily. "come on, i'll tell you over scrambled eggs and those cookies you baked yesterday."
I feel like the thought of Satoru dating a black woman in its entirety is kinda funny. (Satoru × Black!Reader Drabble/Headcannons)
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ In general, one of his favorite ways to flirt would be by using the corniest pickup lines, but for you he’d always take it the extra mile.
“Easssyy there, dark chocolate… wouldn’t want you to melt,” he’d say, leaning lazily against a wall with the widest grin like he had won you over all again. You’d look back at him before letting out a laugh while shaking your head.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Soul food would 100% be a revelation for him. His first time trying baked mac and cheese his eyes would light up like he just made a life changing discovery. Likely making comments about how he couldn’t believe he went this entire life without it.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ But nothing would truly astonish him more than your hair. He’d walk in one day, catching sight of your braid out, and then look again later to see shrinkage after a wash in complete shock.
“W— what did you do to your hair?!” he’d exclaim with panic in his voice. His first thought would be that something terrible had happened. Maybe that you’d gone through something or made a horrible mistake.
“I… washed it,” you’d say plainly, confused by why he seemed more concerned about your hair than you were.
“But… it’s shorter—” he’d say, pointing before you grabbed a strand and stretched it down to its full length. Gojo’s jaw would literally drop watching it. He’d slowly stand, step toward you, and cautiously reach out.
“Can I… touch your hair?” he’d ask. You’d nod, and he’d run his fingers through your curls and watch them stretch as he gently pulled it.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Him watching you do knotless braids would be no different.
“Wait… so you just— add the hair in? And tie it?”
“Why would they be called knotless braids if I did, Satoru?” you’d chuckle, continuing your braid making sure to keep it firm and even as he leaned in closer, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
“Wow… you are truly mesmerizing,” he’d breathe, stepping back staring at you with his eyes practically sparkling.
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I always say I’m gonna do a part two to something then the spark dies and it ends up piling in my drafts so no promises. I literally wrote and published this in a few mins just to post something.
SUKUNA x BRATTY!READER x YUJI
𝓼𝓾𝓶: You are a dickmatized manipulative brat.
Sukuna is Sukuna.
Yuji is collateral damage.
𝓬𝔀: canon au. mdni 18+ only. cheating, rough play, unprotected, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy.
𝔀𝓬: 8787
𝓪𝓷: attn—this is a *repost* since the original got deleted. i combined both parts i tried to clean it up a bit since this is the first fic i ever wrote for jjk like 2+ years ago but most of it is the same. i'd like to think i've improved since then but it's also cute to see how far i've come. so no the writing isnt as good jkhsbdfb its been 2 years!!
‘2:37 AM’—Fuck.
You gotta stop looking at the clock, it's only making you more restless.
Usually sleep comes to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend, Yuji, would lull you into a comforting slumber each night without issue.
Sighing, you lay your head on Yuji’s chest as his arm loosely drapes around your waist. This quickly became your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other.
You'd only been living together for over a little over a month now but you honestly have no complaints. Yuji is great—even if your apartment is way smaller than you would have liked.
Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exterminating curses doesn't pay the best salary.
You want something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.
Yuji was the one who suggested saving, to console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to silence your protests as ultimately you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together and not separated by dorms at Jujutsu Tech.
Yuji could be a little clueless at times, sure, but your boyfriend does always try his best to make you happy.
Honestly, the two of you rarely have any disagreements even though you are a stubborn brat most of the time. His easy going nature takes your faults in stride. Yeah he can be clueless but once he does know what you want he meets your needs without complaint.
In fact, Yuji is always doing sweet things for you— waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burns) in bed. He will shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that makes you feel warm just remembering it.
You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.
You are happy with Yuji.
You love him and are very happy with Yuji.
Sigh.
So then ms. ma'am, if you are 'so happy', why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?
Chewing your lip in nervous anticipation, the truth is that your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses, and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.
Sukuna is your enemy.
How could you let it come to this?
The guilt you feel is insurmountable, yet it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening.
That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you silly before disappearing again like a thief in the night.
Rode hard and put away wet, Sukuna would use you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the day you and Yuji moved-in together—the night of your housewarming party.
Ironically enough, you didn't even want a damned housewarming.
You thought it was impractical and honestly a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. Everyone would be on top of each other all night.
But Gojo had insisted. Promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Seeing Yuji happy, and hearing Gojo was buying the two of you a new washer-dryer combo, you got on board.
The housewarming itself went well enough, albeit the cramped space, until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.
However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.
The son of a bitch.
That wasn't Raggae Punch—it was fucking Jungle Juice.
You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.
Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal enough earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. Foolishly, he joined-in with earnestness.
Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected—with Yuji was beyond shitfaced and you of course left to take care of him.
Yuji's head hung low, barely resting on the edge of the chabudai by the time Nanami—clear winner of the night—managed to drag an even drunker Gojo out of your apartment. Gojo was still singing loudly, slurring through songs on the expensive digital karaoke machine he'd gifted you both earlier (yeah, no new washer/drier set for you).
Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left. Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.
With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved far easier than expected.
You left ibuprofen and a bottle of Pedialyte on the nightstand, along with a small bin beside the bed in case he woke up nauseous. Truthfully, you really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend.
Yuji always takes such good care of you.
But...you just wished it hadn’t been this night.
The night you realized that mixing that much alcohol in those quantities sent the heat straight to your pussy.
Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue.
But after you dragged a second, still-unsatisfying orgasm from your body, that’s when Sukuna appeared without warning—his low chuckle curling through the room at your failed attempts.
Admittedly, you were terrified at first.
You and Yuji had been together for two years, but Sukuna rarely surfaced and he had never addressed you directly before, preferring to ignore you all together. It was dangerously easy to forget that the most powerful curse in existence lived rent-free inside your boyfriend’s soul.
Nevertheless, you were desperate for real relief.
Lust clouded your thoughts, thick and heavy and it didn’t take much coaxing at all before your legs parted, pliant and willing, like warm jelly for The Curse King.
And Sukuna did not disappoint.
His sharp tongue poured filth into your ears—degrading praises that sent electricity racing through your veins, crackling down to your core, where the even sharper thrusts of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.
Your senses shattered. You came hard, messy and mindless—soaking Sukuna, yourself, and the sheets beneath you.
And that was only round one.
Sukuna, of course, had near-limitless stamina.
The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye.
You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized Yuji only remembered bits of the party and nothing of what happened after.
In fact, it made you feel even more terrible that Yuji apologized to you.
Yuji was upset with himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.
Yuji gave you the perfect out and thinking it would never happen again you let him believe it was him...well, in some essence it was still his body in a way.
Urgh, you are the worst.
Realistically, if you confessed to Yuji in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.
It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware.
You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight—hell you couldn't even take Yuji.
In fact, wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?
Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.
That was because subconsciously a part of you knew you would have to admit that you did enjoy it and you wanted it to happen again.
And it did.
Many more times after.
Except for tonight.
Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.
In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row—the longest you had gone without his cock since he started toying with you.
You recall snapping at him after his last visit—right around the time his insults shifted from targeting you to dragging Yuji, mocking his inability to satisfy you. Your guilt had you snapping, telling Sukuna to fuck off and never to come near you again. You even threatened to tell Yuji if he did.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected the threat to matter.
It never had before.
And as much as you wanted to feel relieved—maybe Sukuna had finally grown tired of dealing with "Yuji’s bratty little pillow princess," as he so often called you while he was buried deep inside your sloppy cunt—you weren’t relieved at all.
You were annoyed.
He hadn’t listened the first time.
Or the second. Or the third.
So why now?
Why when your pussy has become so well trained its started to ache for that stretch—the delicious, punishing burn of your walls tearing that only Sukuna could bestow on you?
You shiver, thinking of Sukuna’s heavy grip sinking into the fat of your hips—his claws always just shy of puncturing your skin.
He loved to remind you how easily he could tear you apart if he wanted to, growling it against your ear while pounding into you from behind, each clap of his hips shaking the breath from your lungs.
Nearly salivating at the memory, you snap your head up—too eagerly—when you felt Yuji stir beneath you, heart jumping at the thought it might be him.
But it wasn’t.
And the disappointment hit harder than it should have.
But it wasn’t until Sukuna corrupted you that you realized: you didn’t want to be treated like some fragile, precious thing.
You want to be handled.
You want to be ruined.
You want to be called names—dirty, brutal, humiliating ones—because that’s exactly the kind of filthy, cheating whore you were proving yourself to be.
But Yuji?
Yuji is too kind. Too big of a softy. He’d never fuck you the way you needed—yet you couldn't deny you were still in love with him.
You squeeze your eyes shut like that might somehow block the thoughts out—but you knew the truth.
You can't sleep because you were horny for Sukuna.
The heat in your belly keeps climbing steadily, making sleep a distant, impossible hope. Your clit throbs, swollen and aching while your pussy flutters helplessly, clenching around nothing.
The motion forces out a slow trickle of Yuji’s cum from earlier, warm and wet as it slides down your thighs and you catch yourself wishing it was Sukuna's instead and in that moment your resolve breaks.
Yuji was just an appetizer.
But you are still starving—for the main course.
Sukuna.
Swallowing hard, deep down, you already know you’d already resigned yourself to whatever the hell Sukuna dragged you into.
You nuzzle deeper into Yuji’s chest, your fingers drifting lazily across the ridges of his lower abs beneath the blanket. Your voice is barely a whisper against his skin.
“Yo… um… hey… Hey, Sukuna... c-can you hear me?”
Silence.
You try again. Still nothing.
You huff, your patience thinning.
“Dammit, Sukuna,” you whisper, harsher this time, voice rising with irritation.
You wait but the only answer is the slow, steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest beneath your cheek.
Your jaw tightens, seeing red.
This lame-ass motherfucker.
So that’s it?
After everything—after wrecking you, haunting you, owning you—he’s just... done?
You slowly lift your head from Yuji’s chest, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend as if you could scowl straight past him and into Sukuna’s smug, hidden soul beneath.
Muttering under your breath, you shuffle across the bed toward the nightstand.
“Fuckin' headass Lord King of body-snatching curses... got more dick in his personality than he does in his pants,” you grumble, dragging the drawer open with quiet venom.
Turning on the small bed lamp, you dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.
Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.
Maybe if you rubbed one out, you could calm down. Just enough to stop feeling so pissed off.
You needed something, shit anything, to take the edge off before you did something truly insane, like knocking the Mario coins out of your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend out of sheer frustration with the curse inside him.
Yuji doesn't deserve that.
Just like he doesn't deserve any of this. Not the monster squatting in his soul—and certainly not a girlfriend who'd spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a thick tattooed cock.
Settling onto the bed beside Yuji, you switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting—quiet enough not to disturb him.
Slowly, you drag it across your skin, savoring the soft buzz as you trace a path down past your heaving chest, across your belly, and lower still.
Your lip catches between your teeth as the toy barely ghosts over your clit—
When before you can even scream, a hand snaps around your wrist.
Another one rips the vibrator from your grip and flings it across the room with enough force for it to shatter against the wall.
“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”
The voice was unmistakable—Sukuna.
How could it not be?
Deeper than Yuji’s, richer, more decadent. Every word curls around you, teasing and scolding all at once, the bass of his voice making your clit throb in time with each slow, deliberate syllable.
“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty lil cunt, bitch.”
You bristle in protest, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip on you doesn't budge. His fingers burn against your wrist—just his touch alone was enough to ignite you, the heat spreading fast, licking over your skin and threatening to consume you whole.
Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatens to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you snap back, biting words a reflex for a brat like you. “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole, but we—”
You didn’t get to finish.
In a blink, Sukuna is on top of you.
His tattooed hands seize both your wrists and pins them above your head, his body locking you in beneath him. The air shifts—charged, heavy, dangerous as his snarl scorches your cheek.
The red glow of Sukuna's four eyes sear into yours as they go wide with alarm. Your mouth dries instantly, heart pounding with the reality of who you just decides to sass finally sinking in.
And that maybe, just maybe, you'd fucked around a little too far… and were about to find out.
Sukuna, on the other hand, seems to delight in your panic.
“‘Eh? Triflin?” he says, mockingly, twisting your tone and slang into something cruel. “Me? Not the filthy slut begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he’s asleep? And then throwing a tantrum when I don’t?”
Fuck. So he had heard you earlier.
“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on a whim—and speak to me casually?” Sukuna's tenor is darker now as he hovers over you, “I’ve killed for far less.”
Sukuna is closer now. Too close. Yet aside from the bruising grip on your wrists, he still hasn't touched you.
But he doesn't need to.
The heat rolling off him, the sheer weight of his cursed energy, pressing into you from all sides making your nerves sing in horror for your impending doom—your body reacts all the same.
Fear and arousal tangles together into something volatile, something dangerous, churning in your gut like it might split you open from the inside if Sukuna didn’t do it first.
Your lip trembles as you shift restlessly beneath him.
Despite your best efforts, you are completely at his mercy once again.
“And Yuji?” Sukuna's words are like daggers into your heart as his breath brushes your lips.
Shakily, you exhale—only now realizing you’d even been holding it.
“You’re still this needy after he already gave you cock tonight? Tsk, tsk. You really are a brazen, greedy lil' whore, hm?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Not about you being a whore at least. That much, you couldn’t deny—not now, not like this.
But he is wrong to imply this was the same as being with Yuji.
Because when Sukuna takes over, Yuji’s face is where the similarities end. Sukuna is taller, more muscular and thicker in every way—his cock not excluded from that either.
The black markings stretch taut over the expanse of Sukuna's entire body, binding tight over powerful muscle and making him look infinitely more dangerous than Yuji ever could.
Even Sukuna's scent was different—darker, heavier. Almost as threatening as his presence and intoxicatingly masculine.
A pure predator.
Pouting, you know fighting Sukuna is pointless, like playing a losing game.
Still, part of you is pissed. He’d ignored you all night. Leaving you writhing in your own heat like you were nothing likely laughing at you all the while.
But now?
Now he's here.
And you are so close to getting what you need.
If it meant surrendering the last scraps of your dignity to finally get it?
So be it.
There wasn’t much left to protect anyway.
So you surrender completely—like the needy little bitch in heat that you are—appealing to Sukuna's ego.
“If you know I’m a whore,” you whispered, breath shaky, “then fuck me like one already, Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum, pleaseeeee…”
Your voice is all sugar-dipped desperation, each saccharine plea spilling from your lips like a twisted prayer.
And you hated it.
You hated humbling yourself like this.
Your cracks begin to show as tears of frustration finally spill from your eyes, sliding hot and silent down your cheeks.
Still, you blinked through them, locking eyes with him. Needing him to see just how much you want him—to see the desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being.
Of course, Sukuna sees it loud and clear.
The raw, aching desperation radiates from every inch of your trembling body—and it only makes the devious smirk across his face stretch wider.
Releasing your wrists, Sukuna's hand is around your throat faster than you can blink. His thick fingers curl tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head swim as he leans down to lick up a trail of your tears.
“Tch. Even when you’re desperate and begging,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your skin, “you still can’t help but be an insolent lil' brat.”
Sukuna's breath ghosting over your ear makes you gush, especially as his tongue slides into your canal, slow and deliberate before retracting to scrape his teeth over your lobe.
And then—finally—the full weight of Sukuna’s naked body sinks onto yours, heat and muscle pressing you down into the mattress.
You moan at the blissful maddening contact, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch against your belly, heavy and hot.
His mouth trails lower, lips dragging down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of angry red marks—evidence you’ll be scrambling to hide come morning.
Arching into him instinctively, you grind against him, savoring every ounce of friction as waves of heat roll through your body.
But just as quickly as he gives you what you want—
He pulls away. “You should know by now, Y/N…
You gasp, your body jerking at the loss.
“—disobedient sluts get punished.”
Before the chill of his words can even settle, your world flips. Sukuna moves you effortlessly, draping you across his thick thighs at the edge of the bed.
The exact situation you are in not clicking until a loud smack reverberates in your ears and white hot pain blossoms across your left asscheck.
Smack.
You’re ready for the second, but it still forces a hiss from your teeth as the impact jolts through you, deeper than it should.
Smack.
By the third, a broken moan slips from your mouth before you can stop it.
Sukuna keeps going, unrelenting. Each strike leaves you more breathless than the last. Your body easily turning pliant and shaky over his lap.
Your tongue lolls as you pant, dazed from the relentless rhythm of his strikes.
Smack.
On the fourth, you grab his thigh for leverage and push yourself back toward his hand without thinking. The movement sends a jolt through your core that makes your body shudder.
“S‑Sukuna!”
His name tears out of you as the next strike lands directly on your pussy.
Already drenched from your arousal and earlier romp with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit makes is absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well.
You can feel how much he’s enjoying this from the way he holds you in place. And the need for him to finally take you is unbearable.
“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slur, jumbles as you writhed against the bulge thickening beneath you.
“Fuck you, slut?” Sukuna drawls, mocking your desperation with a wicked grin.
Another soggy smack rings out from your pussy.
Your eyes roll back as your teeth sink into your lower lip—hard enough to draw blood, not that you’d even notice.
“Not when you address me so casually...”
Smack.
“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.”
Smack.
Smack.
SMACK.
Each strike to your swollen clit knocks the breath from your lungs, your face flushing with raw, burning shame.
“Hn… we’ll have to fix that, won’t we, Brat?”
And with that Sukuna plunges three thick fingers into your messy cunt, pulling a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks in surprise.
His fingers gliding-in effortlessly thanks to how pathetically wet you are, pumping into you with a punishing rhythm.
Your cries and whines far on deaf ears, Sukuna already knows how much you fucking love his fingers. They reach deeper than your own fingers ever could—faster, rougher, more reckless than Yuji has ever dared to be.
True to his word, Sukuna fucks every last trace of Yuji’s cum out of you, pulling it from your body like he’s reclaiming what’s his while you come undone, unraveling completely across his lap.
“Did I not make it clear last time,” Sukuna growls low in your ear, “who this sloppy hole belongs to?”
You can't even process the question—mind blank, body twitching, mouth open and silent, utterly ruined.
Your breathy moans and the ASMR from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.
Vision spotty, you're closer to attaining release with every rough scrape of his fingers. The tension in you pulling taunt like a rope as Sukuna abuses the little bundle of nerves inside you.
Toes curling, your entire body strains for release.
Almost there.
“Ah—s‑so clo—” you manage to gasp, your mind focused on nothing but coming.
And then—he stops.
Sukuna’s fingers go still inside you, an evil laugh barking from him.
“I fucking hate repeating myself, brat. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”
The sudden loss burns and you want to sob, the need to cum swallowing every rational thought in your head.
Any attempt you make to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers are thwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.
He has you exactly where he wants you.
“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.
“Hm?” Sukuna one is skeptical, testing. He doesn't think you fully understood just yet who owns you.
“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”
You shake your head vigorously, tears splashing onto his thigh.
“N‑no,” you sniffle out.
“What was that, slut? Speak up.”
Sukuna's voice is harsh—but his fingers begin moving again. Slowly, in agonizing circles that make your back arch.
It's maddening.
“I won't! I-I won’t let Yuji come in your pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”
The words spill out without thought. You’d say anything right now for release.
And Sukuna knows it, a real bastard for actually making you say it though.
Sukuna pauses—and suddenly laughs.
It almost sounds like it’s meant for someone else, but you can’t think long enough to question it before his fingers press deeper, harder than before.
Your eyes roll back again as pleasure wipes your mind clean.
His thumb joins in, grazing lower, teasing a place no one has ever touched before.
“Oh—o‑oh god—” you sob, eyes squeezing shut.
The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense.
Not even Yuji had touched you there before.
The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.
“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out like a mantra.
Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.
“Shit- That's it." Sukuna murmurs with dark amusement. "Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”
As if your body actually needed his permission, those words are what finally breaks the dam inside of you.
You cum with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure, the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over, dissolving into pure noise.
Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. But Sukuna’s fingers don't stop, they continue to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.
Your chest heaves constricted against his lap and your legs are still trembling but you know he is far from finished with you.
His fingers slide out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop.
“On your knees, slut.”
Sukuna’s gruff command booms and you move quickly, not daring to test his patience this time. You could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received, your legs jelly as you slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom.
Once you steady yourself, you look up.
Sukuna is now manspread, legs reclining wide on you and Yuji's shared bed like it was his throne. Reclining the view he offers you is delicious, his tatted, hard cock, catching your eye like a beacon.
Your lips part as your gaze drops to him. The flushed tip of his cock bobs slightly with each slow breath he takes, a bead of precum trailing down and streaking across his stomach.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain.
You know what he expects now. You’ve just… never done it for him before.
Sukuna’s size is intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. On his previous visits Sukuna would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight.
Tonight feels different.
You’re not sure why—but the thought sparks something defiant inside you. A small, reckless flicker of the brat he’s always accusing you of being.
A sudden urge takes hold—to see how far you can push him.
To test how much control he’s really willing to give you.
You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him.
The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you.
And that’s when you decide—it’s a risky game to play, but you want a little payback.
For ignoring you for days.
For breaking your favorite toy.
For making you beg.
And, most of all, for turning you into a moraless slut who still aches for him to ruin you all over again.
“Put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, whore." Sukuna growls, baring his canines at your stalling. "If I left now, that sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.”
You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions.
Oh, he wouldn’t dare leave you now.
And if he wants head? Then you’ll give the King Asshole of Curses the nastiest, sloppiest toppy you can muster.
Mind set, you wet your lips, making careful eye contact with him through moist, batting lashes.
Slinking up between his legs, your hands caress his calves, skimming upward with feather-light touches over his thighs.
Your tongue lingers on the inside of his thigh, lapping up the mess of your own juices that still stain his lap—never once breaking eye contact.
It’s faint, but you swear you hear Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.
Rising to your knees, you settle yourself in close, pressing between his legs until his heavy cock nestles between your breasts.
He holds a strong poker face, but you see it—the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the deeper drag of his breath.
He wants this too.
It gives you back a sliver of the nerve you lost feeling just how massive he really is.
Still meeting his gaze, you flash him a sweet smile, then part your lips and let a slow string of spit fall from your tongue—thick and heavy, like honey—onto his cock.
The wetness flowing from your mouth is instantly cooled by air as it leaves your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.
Wasting no time, you gather the mixture of drool and precum now slick between your tits and begin to move them slowly up and down his massive length.
Indulging yourself, you squeeze your neglected nipples and moan, head fuzzy with lust, wishing it was your pussy—not your tits—smothering his cock.
Your jaw stays lax, mouth open and dripping, letting more saliva slide freely onto him as your eyes stay locked on his.
Sukuna’s just about to snap at you—ready to call you a cockteasing whore—when, as if sensing the insult forming, you finally break eye contact.
You lower your head and take his cockhead between your lips, while your tits continue to work his shaft.
Your tongue swirls over the slit at his tip, lewdly slurping up the precum gathering there.
Sukuna’s hand shoots into your hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
His claws dig into your roots with a grip that borders on painful—but it only urges you on.
You lick, kiss, and slobber your way down his length, taking him deeper with every stroke.
Sukuna grunts. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.
He’s broken many before—twisted them, corrupted them. But he can see it in your eyes now: your eagerness isn’t submission. It’s defiance.
His earlier punishment didn’t tame you.
It lit a fire.
He thought you’d pout, whine, maybe shrink away from sucking his cock like the spoiled pillow princess you are with Yuji.
Not attack it like it’s your last breath of air.
Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat.
The King of Curses would never admit it out loud, but your brattiness turns him on.
It always has.
He watches you from within Yuji—every slick comment when something doesn’t go your way, every pouty protest when you're denied what you want.
And Yuji? He gives in every fucking time.
It infuriates Sukuna that brat never puts you in your place.
The kid is too pussy-whipped to see the truth—that he has a filthy, devious lil whore on his hands, just begging to be turned out and used like a proper fucktoy.
Sukuna stifles a groan, resisting the urge to tilt his head back when he feels your soft fingers trail down and gently cup his heavy sack.
You fondle him, teasing, while your mouth works lower over his cock. Your hand pumps the base as your tits press around the shaft, your lips stretching to take him deeper.
He can’t let this go on.
He won’t be undone by you.
Your brattiness entertains him—but his pride won’t allow you to hold the upper hand for long.
Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stands.
Then—one rough thrust of his hips—
He slams his cock up next to your tonsils.
You gag immediately, choking as your hands scramble for leverage against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward.
The motion forces you to take him to the hilt, your jaw stretched painfully wide. Tears spill down your cheeks as his cock fills your throat, leaving barely any room to breathe.
“Now, now, silly whore.” Sukuna chides, watching you flail weakly against him.
“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”
Your throat—stretched raw and helpless—is being fucked without mercy, your face is shoved deeper into his crotch causing his course pubic hair to scratch at your cheeks and the and the pungent scent of his arousal floods your nostrils.
Combined with the lack of oxygen, it makes your head spin.
You croak out a moan as you gag even harder on his cock.
The vibrations travel down his shaft, and Sukuna growls, driving himself deeper with a brutal thrust, stuffing more of his length into your already-overstretched throat.
Your jaw aches like hell—but it’s nothing compared to the jealous ache in your weepy cunny.
Your pussy flares with phantom need, syncing up with every vicious thrust into your mouth, like your body’s begging to be filled again.
The roughness only turns you on more.
Trying to ease the pressure, your nails dig into his hips instead—scratching red welts into his skin as your body instinctively claws at him.
“Take it, woman. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.”
Sukuna's snarl wraps around you just as his cock pulses violently in your throat. A few more deep thrusts—and he comes.
His curses spill into the air as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly.
Sukuna doesn’t let go of you until he feels your throat milk the very last drop from him.
When he finally rips you off his cock you are collapsing onto the floor, coughing hard, spit and seed dripping from your lips as you gasp for air.
Despite all your earlier bravado, you weren’t ready—not for the size, not for the depth, and definitely not for the overwhelming heat and weight of him as he spilled his essence inside your tummy.
“Brats like you never follow instructions properly, do they?” Sukuna sneers.
You want to flip him off for nearly suffocating you—but all you manage is a sharp glare as your hands rub at your throat, trying to soothe the sting.
“Tch. Cumming just from getting your face fucked—and without permission, too?” Sukuna scoffs, that smug grin spreading across his face. “You still don’t deserve any dick.”
You stare up at Sukuna in disbelief, your brows knitting together. “Y‑You’re kidding me,” you cough out, voice hoarse.
As far as you’re concerned, you’ve more than earned it.
Sukuna chuckles at your reaction.
Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumps his cock slowly as he gives you a once-over.
He’s made an utter mess of you.
Stray strands of your disheveled hair cling to tear-streaked cheeks. Cum dribbles down from the corners of your mouth and chin, and every attempt to wipe it only smears it worse across your face. Your chest heaves, glistening with sweat and whatever else he’s coated you in, while that disobedient pussy of yours is leaking a wet spot onto the floor where you sit.
Just filthy.
He could deny you further if he wanted.
Tease you longer.
Make you beg.
He knows how much you hate that—which only makes that much more delicious.
But denying you would also mean denying himself.
You rose to the challenge of sucking him off with such filthy enthusiasm that it’s making him impatient now—to see you ruin yourself even more on his cock.
And his cock, twitching harder as he watches your sullied form, clearly agrees.
“Slut, if that nasty pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.” Sukuna says, shifting back on the bed to fully recline, eyes never leaving you.
You nod silently, your voice still too raw to answer.
It’s not the position he usually has you in—Sukuna likes you face-down, ass up, bent to his will—but if this is a punishment, you’ll take it.
Gladly.
You’d take any position, so long as it ends with his cock inside you.
Crawling over his massive frame, you straddle him, letting your palms run across the taut planes of his abs. Your fingers trace the dark ink of his tattoos as your slick pussy begins to grind against the length of his cock.
The feeling is incredible.
His thick girth parts your folds, dragging perfectly against your clit and causing you to quiver with every slow, sinful grind.
“On with it already, pillow princess,” Sukuna smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.
You yelp, clenching in response. Your ass is still sore from earlier, but Sukuna never lets you enjoy anything for long—not unless it's on his terms.
“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snap, your brattiness flaring again.
Still, you don’t resist. You align his cock to your entrance, giving him a few pumps, coating him in your gooey slick.
A part of you fully expects him to flip you over and choke you for that backtalk—to slam you into the mattress and fuck you breathless.
But when you glance up?
He’s transfixed.
His gaze is locked onto your pussy as it slowly lowers over him, watching as your cunt attempts to swallow him whole all on her own.
“Then just fucking do it, whore,” he growls, giving your cheeks another hard smack.
Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.
You want to glare at him but you are too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.
Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.
You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in and your tears are already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick.
“Aw… am I too much for the little brat?” Sukuna taunts lazily. “And here I thought I was going to get fucked.”
“I am,” you whine through clenched teeth.
You’re drenched. Prepped. Already stretched from his fingers. And it’s still this hard.
You lean more of your weight onto him, trying to adjust your angle—but the movement only makes his cock slip slightly back out.
“Too slow.” Sukuna snaps, firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you.
The scream Sukuna’s cock rips out of you is raw—loud enough that it should wake the whole neighborhood, but you aren’t capable of thinking about anything other than Sukuna splitting you open right now.
His blunt tip slams deeper inside you, knocking straight into your cervix. Your back violently arches as all the breath is stolen from your lungs, your vision goes dark for a moment as your body reels from the force of it.
Trembling, you fall forward onto his tattooed chest, too much, too fast, of what you’ve been begging for all night hits you all at once.
Your walls fiercely clamp around Sukuna’s length, squeezing so tight his dick felt it might snap off. He couldn’t stop the growl that echoes from his throat at the intensity.
“Shit bitch—did you just cum again!?”
“S’your f-fault,” you slur with a breathy sigh, wiping drool from your chin.
Pushing yourself upright, you shakily begin to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine.
Your whole body buzzes from the orgasm. You’re overly sensitive—but it’s still not enough.
You need more.
Leaning back, you grip his thighs for support and pick up your pace as you recover, until you’re rocking hard against him.
The angle has you taking him fully, each movement dragging him through you. You’re putting on a show without even realizing it, and Sukuna watches, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his cock.
Your tits bounce wildly with every motion while your cunt greedily sucks him in deeper, ignoring the sting of the stretch in favor of the pleasure flooding through you.
“That’s it, brat. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.
“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good”, y you groan, the sensation pulling another gush from you that slicks his cock, creating a white ring of fluids at his base
–Sukuna grits his teeth and adjusts his hips, thrusting up into you deeper.
Watching him beneath you—seeing the pleasure written across his face because of what you’re doing—sends a surging rush of power through your body. Sitting up straighter, your hands slide over his as they clutch at your breasts before settling on his forearms for balance.
Each thrust makes your pussy flutter. Every nerve feels lit on fire.
You’re not just playing with fire.
You’re dancing in it.
And it makes you feel higher than anything ever has.
Fucking him like this had to be a drug.
You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy lil’ whore and you wanted him to give you even more.
“I—I—I w‑wan‑t…” you start, but the words fall apart as your focus slips. You’re drifting again, pleasure threatening to swallow you whole, but you still have one more thing you want before you go over the edge, one more trick up your sleeve.
“Yes? Use your words, brat. Tell your King what his lil’ slut wants.” Sukuna purrs.
He sounds teasing enough, but the strain in his voice is unmistakable.
You lean into him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass
“K-kuna… d‑daddy… y‑your tongue… k‑kiss me,” you coo, putting on your sweetest, most pitiful babyface as you pout down at him, silently begging him to indulge you.
His eyes flash as you catch him completely off guard and tighten your legs around him just as he suddenly sits up.
Sukuna’s hand snaps around your neck again—but his hips never stop moving, fucking up into you..
Your eyes widen, not in fear—but excitement.
The thrill of pushing him, of testing how far you can go, sends a shiver down your spine. The danger of it all is intoxicating.
The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex. You lean into the hand at your throat, smiling faintly as your fingers trail over Sukuna’s arm—almost as if you’re inviting him to squeeze tighter.
Audacious.
Do you really get off on edging death? Sukuna could kill you now with the mere twitch of his muscle.
The urge to actually snap your neck rising hot and sudden in his chest.
You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine.
You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.
One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…
…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for.
One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving you what you wanted.
Truthfully you were all of those things.
He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It’s absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts.
Sukuna loosens his grip on your neck only to seize your jaw, pulling you closer.
“Open.”
You obey immediately, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue.
The second Sukuna tilts your head back you feel his spit land at the back of your throat.
“Swallow.”
You’re already doing it before the word fully leaves his mouth, savoring the taste of his thick heady fluids before sticking your tongue back out to show him you’ve taken it all.
“Good girl.” he mutters—and then his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is brutal, your teeth clashing as he devours your tongue, his lips rough and demanding. Even this is dangerous—his sharp canines nick your flesh, and you taste blood as it flows into his mouth.
You feel him groan into you as he drinks your spilled blood eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor. Not realizing how little air you’ve had until he finally pulls back, your blood smeared across his lips.
Sukuna chuckles at the dazed look on your face as you hang onto his shoulders. When you finally manage to inhale, you lean back in, your tongue sliding across his lips to taste yourself there.
“M-more…w-wanna c-cum Kuna daddy.” you mewl against his lips.
“More?” he muses, eyes glinting mischievously. “Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it.”
Sukuna’s breath fans across your face as kisses you again, rough and hungry.
One hand moves behind you—
And the next sensation hits you like a shockwave. The mouth on his palm opening and it’s tongue diving directly into your asshole.
You cry out as your body instinctively presses closer to him. The kiss breaks as you bury your face in his neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and keep his tongue from going deeper.
However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access. The devious grin on his torso widens as its thick tongue laps at your clit while Sukuna continues to fuck up into you.
“Don’t run from this, slut,” Sukuna grunts against your ear, the smirk audible in his voice. “Is this not everything you’ve been begging for?”
You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy.
“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?”
Sukuna’s taunts travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.
His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him.
“Uh‑h… uh‑huh…” you nod weakly, the only sounds you can manage dissolving into incoherent babble.
You’ve never felt your senses assaulted like this. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on the verge of combusting. The heat inside you spreads everywhere, turning your entire body hypersensitive.
“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck mockingly as he bites down enough to draw blood.
Your chest tightens as your stomach flutters.Your body betrays you completely.
Every trick you’ve tried on him tonight has backfired.
Every time you push him, he pushes back harder. Returns your energy 10 times more.
And you realize, finally, you’re never going to win this game.
The pathetic part is you don’t even know if you hate him for it… or are love-in with him.
Any sane thought you had is long gone. All that’s left is the overwhelming need for him to finish inside you, to fill you completely.
Claim you as his.
Sukuna swallows your scream as another crushing orgasm tears through you. Your body jerks violently against him, trembling from head to toe as the pleasure crests and spills over.
Your mind goes blank.
You collapse forward against him, tapping out as your senses fade into darkness.
You’re only out for a moment.
When you come back to yourself, you realize he’s moved you onto the bed. You’re on your stomach now, and he’s shifting behind you.
“I’ve fucked you stupid,” Sukuna chuckles. “Just look at you. Half unconscious and that pussy is still quivering for more.”
You can only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy.
“Hands and Knees.” Sukuna orders, not giving a fuck about you being tired. He let you have your fun, now it was time for his.
“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slur, you can’t possibly take any more of him at this moment, you think you might actually break no matter how badly your treacherous pussy is screaming for more.
“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”
You groan. Your limbs feel like liquid, useless beneath you. You can’t push yourself up with your arms.
So you turn your head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and lift your hips into the air instead. Your hands reach back, spreading your messy pussy lips open for him.
Sukuna whistles softly at the sight of you open, his cum dribbling out of you.
“Look at you.”
His hand comes down in a sharp smack, and you whine at the sting.
“Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.” Sukuna’s evil laughter fills the room as he positions himself behind you, lining himself up once more.
His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, squirting down your sex and onto the bed.
Plowing into you once more Sukuna blesses you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over.
Sukuna only pauses after this fourth load, you in prone-bone now, flat on your stomach—only able to moan and gush more as he uses you just as you wanted.
You’re barely conscious. Sukuna’s speaking but… not to you? You’re confused and then your blood turns absolutely icy at The Curse King’s next words that crush you.
“See, Yuji?” Sukuna says darkly. “When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”
𝓪𝓷: lol this is like a trip down memory lane. honestly i want to write more fics about sorcerer reader trying to date sukuna in yuji body lmfao, not like cheating next time but just like dating them both jsdfbjhsd. like what if sukuna had decided to just live on inside yuji? how would they both pull bithes hjfsbhdkkfhbhjvsd. thots to ponder lol.
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Content: MDNI; smut, piv, kissing, drug use, college au, fluff.
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Choso was the quiet emo boy on campus who never really was trying to be noticed, but always was. By you at least.
In lecture halls he resided at the very back. His hoodie pulled up and his movements were always slow like he was half a second behind the rest of the world. He never really smelled like weed whenever he’d walk past you, which was strange considering his eyes were always bloodshot red and half lidded. You were never quite sure if he was even paying attention until the professor called on him randomly. He’d always hesitate slightly before his voice carried through the room with the right answer every single time.
You noticed whenever you saw him around campus he always had a different girl lingering somewhere nearby. Girls you never would’ve paired him with. Loud, quiet, shy, cocky. It didn’t seem to matter. The thing that confused you the most was how he didn't seem as interested in them. There were no smiles, hugs, flirts or anything from what you could see. Almost as if he was just there and had let them be there also.
One afternoon after class, two girls yelling snatched your attention and when you turned you could see Choso standing near them leaning against the railing completely disengaged .
“Obviously he doesn’t want you, get a grip,” the tall blonde snapped. She seemed oddly amused by the argument.
“What makes you think he wants you?” the other shot back, you could tell she was trying hard to stand her ground but her voice was unsteady.
They went back and forth, lots of yelling, zero listening, and neither of them noticing that the reason for their argument had already checked out as Choso pushed off the railing and walked away, Straight toward you.
You’d noticed him before, obviously, but the two of you also had developed this strange habit of locking eyes whenever you passed. Long, unreadable stares. Not lustful, but it lingered too long to mean anything harmless.
You’d always look away first. Something in your stomach dropped whenever you felt like it was going on for too long, and when he walked past you, he always walked close enough that you caught a faint trace his scent. Leaving you flustered everytime.
—
Today in class, you were being paired in groups of two for a semester long project. As soon as the projector displayed the list of names you searched for yours. Once you finally found it your eyes went to the name directly next to it.
Choso Kamo.
Your heart skipped a beat. Surely it was a mistake. You were probably reading it wrong and accidentally skipped a line.
So you looked again. And again.
Every time, you landed on your name, and looked to the right— Choso Kamo.
You turned your head back to look at him. His eyes already being set on you. Even letting off a slight smirk.
Harmless, you told yourself.
Some stoner. Typical fuck boy. So what. No big deal. One thing was for certain though, this was strictly academic. You refused to be one of the women arguing over him in the near future because one wasn’t enough for him.
You walked over to the back sliding into the seat beside him.
“We should meet at the library after class,” you said, forcing your voice to stay neutral.
His eyes dragged over to you as he turned his head. There was a paused before he spoke, everything about the way he moved was unhurried.
“My dorm is closer,” he replied quietly. It didn’t come off as him trying to flirt or be suggestive. Simply an option.
—
Twenty minutes after class. You walked into his dorm. It was tidy and cozy. The air thick with sandalwood, vanilla, and a hint of weed. Nobody actually cared what anyone did here. People have fucked in the stairs before and nobody batted an eye. The school itself was in shambles.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, nodding toward the bed.
Absolutely not you thought to yourself as you took a seat at his desk instead as he dragged another chair close to you. You pulled out the agenda and skimmed through it before noticing he was leaning extremely close to you trying to look at the same sheet.
“You don’t have your own?” you snapped looking at him through the corner of your eye. Trying to hide the fact that you were flustered by how near he was.
“Aren’t we working together?” he murmured. He said grinning ever so slightly.
You exhaled before turning your focused back on the paper.
“You think we should start with the outline first?”
“Yeah,” you said quickly. “That makes sense.”
“What’s your deal?” He said.
You turned to him. “What?”
“Why are you so guarded.”
“I’m not.” Your voice betrayed you letting it be known how much more flustered you were getting by the second.
He ignored you. Rolling away to grab his bag, pulling out a binder, sliding a paper beside yours.
“I already made one.”
You scanned it. It was perfect, well structured, and way better than you thought.
“We can use this.” You said still trying, and failing, to sound nonchalant.
Then he casually reached for his rolling tray sitting it down on the desk.
“You’re kidding.” You said tilting your head towards his.
“What? They don’t care.”
“You can’t even start the assignment without getting high?”
“I can,” he said calmly. “Why should I though.”
“It doesn’t mess with your focus?” You asked squinting your eyes.
“No” he said firmly. “If anything you’re a bigger distraction.” He said. You ignored him turning back to your paper as he focused on rolling.
You tried very hard to ignore the way you could feel him watching you from his peripheral while licking his backwood, his tongue dragging slowly over it as he licked the edge of the blunt.
“You smoke?” He asked.
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For the most part thats how most times went whenever you had to work on the assignment. As time passed, the two of you grew closer and it was easier being around him than you thought. He would find the most slickest ways to flirt with you. Subtle comments he’d always say like it was casual or harmless but the both of you knew exactly what it meant.
You were set on this being strictly academic with getting high as a bonus. You were sure he just got a rise out of fucking with you. Besides, anything with him was a disaster waiting to happen. So you’d rather not indulge.
He was a little rough around the edges but overall you could tell his nature was very soft and sweet and the two of you shared more interests than you thought you would.
Music and even show wise. Some days the two of you would have ptv playing in the background while sprawled over his bed in your own worlds just doing nothing after completing your work and getting fried. The two of you never admitting it but obviously enjoying each other's company. Today had been one of those days. Only thing was— you were ovulating and having a hard time fighting it.
Especially with Choso in your vicinity. You thought you had a good grip. That you could handle being around him and control yourself. The man was hot as fuck you just couldn’t allow yourself to get caught up in his antics.
“It’s hot as fuck,” Choso complained, voice rough with irritation as he pushed himself up on the opposite side of the bed. He tugged at his hoodie and pulled it up and over his head. You glimpsed at him for a moment and froze one you got a glimpse of his abs.
He was always in hoodies no matter the weather. You really never thought too much of it.
The gasp that escaped you was louder than you meant it to be, cutting through the silence.
Choso paused as his eyes flicked toward you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
“N-Nothing, I—just…” You stumbled over the words. You tried to look anywhere but him, suddenly fixed on the floor, the sheets, the wall— anything that wasn’t the way he looked sitting there.
You glanced back to notice he wasn’t shirtless, nope. He had a tank top on that left barely anything to the imagination. His arms looked bigger than you realized, his shoulders broad and solid.
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a slow breath, trying to level yourself.
“Just caught a little off guard by your… size,” you admitted finally, voice lower than you intended.
A low chuckle left him as he looked at you still slightly holding the smile. His eyes suddenly dark and hungry making your heart stammer.
You pushed yourself up almost instinctively reaching for your things.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, voice lower now.
“No,” you said. “I just have to go. I have something to take care of.” A straight up lie.
The truth was you could feel your resolve being chipped at with every moment you stayed in that room and every glance he gave you.
His expression shifted. You could see the slight disappointment on his face.
“Okay,” he said, but it didn’t sound like he believed you.
Still, he stood and walked over towards you anyway. He always gave you a goodbye hug it was basically part of the routine whenever you’d leave.
His arms wrapped around you, warm and firm, and for some reason this time made you feel like you forgot how to breathe. He held you a bit longer this time, like he didn’t want you to go.
When he pulled back, his hands fell low on your hips. A lot lower than usual. Any other day you probably would’ve cussed his out, but today you looked back at him with that same same dark intensity while your heart sank straight into your stomach.
The two of you stared at each other. Neither of you willing to break it.
Then you both leaned in slowly. It started as a simple peck, your lips pulling apart almost as soon as the touched. You pulled back your eyes searching his as he did the same. You snapped and crashing your lips into his desperately as he let out a small groan. The self control that you so desperately held up? Gone.
When you finally broke apart, His hands slid lower on your waist, as he gripped firmly and lifted you like you weighed nothing making you gasp. He laid you down carefully and hovered over you.
“Take these off,” he said, tapping the side of your leg as he pulled back giving you space to do so.
You stood frozen for a moment, but you listened.
Slowly, while your fingers trembled you pulled your pants down. The tension growing heavier as he looked at you with an intensity that made your knees weak. When you finally got them off he said nothing while taking note of the growing pool of arousal in your underwear.
His hand made it’s way to your waist, and his lips connected with yours again. Deeper, hungrier, desperate. Finally being able to release what he had been holding back for too long.
You clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, as the slightest whimper escaped your mouth. He groaned in response as the kiss got more messy.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
“You wanna do this?” he asked.
His voice was quieter now, the lust still there, but something more serious underneath it.
You nodded, reaching for him again, but he caught your wrist gently.
“I’m gonna need you to speak up, baby,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your chin. “Use your words.”
Your lips parted, voice shaky. “Yes, please Choso.”
He shifted back as he pulled his pants down. His dick springing back hitting his stomach making you gasp.
“We can stop anytime you want,” he said immediately, voice somehow steady despite everything. His hand rubbed your hip reassuringly grounding you. “Just tell me, okay?”
You swallowed hard, then nodded again.
“Okay,” you whispered. Remembering to speak.
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When he pressed against your entrance you tensed up gripping his hand feeling the way he was stretching you out. Your eyes squeezed shut, as he leaned down, murmuring in your ear, reminding you to breathe.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you.”
It was hard to tell how long he had been kissing you, rubbing circles on your clit, and reassuring you before he was finally able to bottom out as the both of you let out a strained uncontrollable moan.
His head dropped into your neck as he tried hard not to lose himself.
“You’re doing so good,” he cooed.
He kept his pace slow, almost torturous in the beginning. You held him as he sat up and looked you in the eyes.
“You look so beautiful” he murmured. Watching you fall apart under him.
You whimpered in response trying to shift back but he grabbed your waist, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His lips met your neck as he left kisses. You could feel his breath hitch against your skin.
“Baby, I can’t—” you pleaded, voice breaking.
“Yes, you can,” he cut in softly. “You’re doing so good.”
You bit your lip as he tilted your chin downward gently, forcing you to meet where the two of you connected. You watched a white ring formed around the base of his dick as you felt him dragging across your walls with every stroke.
“Look at that Angel,” he murmured. “You’re taking me soo well.” He cooed.
“Fuckk” you groaned out as you grabbed him tighter feeling your release approach.
“Choso—” you gasped, voice shaking. “I’m about to cum”
“You wanna show me how good I’m doing and cum on this dick?” he said as your body arched up into him as he held you through it before finishing shortly after on your stomach.
A moment later, he collapsed forward. The room was filled only with the two of you trying to catch your breath. He shifted slightly caressing your face. His eyes softer now.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded, still dazed, still catching your breath as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
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Thinking about making this a series 🤸🏽♀️ tell me if you guys would like that.
Content: MDNI; smut, piv, kissing, drug use, college au, fluff.
W.C: 2.1K
Choso was the quiet emo boy on campus who never really was trying to be noticed, but always was. By you at least.
In lecture halls he resided at the very back. His hoodie pulled up and his movements were always slow like he was half a second behind the rest of the world. He never really smelled like weed whenever he’d walk past you, which was strange considering his eyes were always bloodshot red and half lidded. You were never quite sure if he was even paying attention until the professor called on him randomly. He’d always hesitate slightly before his voice carried through the room with the right answer every single time.
You noticed whenever you saw him around campus he always had a different girl lingering somewhere nearby. Girls you never would’ve paired him with. Loud, quiet, shy, cocky. It didn’t seem to matter. The thing that confused you the most was how he didn't seem as interested in them. There were no smiles, hugs, flirts or anything from what you could see. Almost as if he was just there and had let them be there also.
One afternoon after class, two girls yelling snatched your attention and when you turned you could see Choso standing near them leaning against the railing completely disengaged .
“Obviously he doesn’t want you, get a grip,” the tall blonde snapped. She seemed oddly amused by the argument.
“What makes you think he wants you?” the other shot back, you could tell she was trying hard to stand her ground but her voice was unsteady.
They went back and forth, lots of yelling, zero listening, and neither of them noticing that the reason for their argument had already checked out as Choso pushed off the railing and walked away, Straight toward you.
You’d noticed him before, obviously, but the two of you also had developed this strange habit of locking eyes whenever you passed. Long, unreadable stares. Not lustful, but it lingered too long to mean anything harmless.
You’d always look away first. Something in your stomach dropped whenever you felt like it was going on for too long, and when he walked past you, he always walked close enough that you caught a faint trace his scent. Leaving you flustered everytime.
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Today in class, you were being paired in groups of two for a semester long project. As soon as the projector displayed the list of names you searched for yours. Once you finally found it your eyes went to the name directly next to it.
Choso Kamo.
Your heart skipped a beat. Surely it was a mistake. You were probably reading it wrong and accidentally skipped a line.
So you looked again. And again.
Every time, you landed on your name, and looked to the right— Choso Kamo.
You turned your head back to look at him. His eyes already being set on you. Even letting off a slight smirk.
Harmless, you told yourself.
Some stoner. Typical fuck boy. So what. No big deal. One thing was for certain though, this was strictly academic. You refused to be one of the women arguing over him in the near future because one wasn’t enough for him.
You walked over to the back sliding into the seat beside him.
“We should meet at the library after class,” you said, forcing your voice to stay neutral.
His eyes dragged over to you as he turned his head. There was a paused before he spoke, everything about the way he moved was unhurried.
“My dorm is closer,” he replied quietly. It didn’t come off as him trying to flirt or be suggestive. Simply an option.
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Twenty minutes after class. You walked into his dorm. It was tidy and cozy. The air thick with sandalwood, vanilla, and a hint of weed. Nobody actually cared what anyone did here. People have fucked in the stairs before and nobody batted an eye. The school itself was in shambles.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, nodding toward the bed.
Absolutely not you thought to yourself as you took a seat at his desk instead as he dragged another chair close to you. You pulled out the agenda and skimmed through it before noticing he was leaning extremely close to you trying to look at the same sheet.
“You don’t have your own?” you snapped looking at him through the corner of your eye. Trying to hide the fact that you were flustered by how near he was.
“Aren’t we working together?” he murmured. He said grinning ever so slightly.
You exhaled before turning your focused back on the paper.
“You think we should start with the outline first?”
“Yeah,” you said quickly. “That makes sense.”
“What’s your deal?” He said.
You turned to him. “What?”
“Why are you so guarded.”
“I’m not.” Your voice betrayed you letting it be known how much more flustered you were getting by the second.
He ignored you. Rolling away to grab his bag, pulling out a binder, sliding a paper beside yours.
“I already made one.”
You scanned it. It was perfect, well structured, and way better than you thought.
“We can use this.” You said still trying, and failing, to sound nonchalant.
Then he casually reached for his rolling tray sitting it down on the desk.
“You’re kidding.” You said tilting your head towards his.
“What? They don’t care.”
“You can’t even start the assignment without getting high?”
“I can,” he said calmly. “Why should I though.”
“It doesn’t mess with your focus?” You asked squinting your eyes.
“No” he said firmly. “If anything you’re a bigger distraction.” He said. You ignored him turning back to your paper as he focused on rolling.
You tried very hard to ignore the way you could feel him watching you from his peripheral while licking his backwood, his tongue dragging slowly over it as he licked the edge of the blunt.
“You smoke?” He asked.
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For the most part thats how most times went whenever you had to work on the assignment. As time passed, the two of you grew closer and it was easier being around him than you thought. He would find the most slickest ways to flirt with you. Subtle comments he’d always say like it was casual or harmless but the both of you knew exactly what it meant.
You were set on this being strictly academic with getting high as a bonus. You were sure he just got a rise out of fucking with you. Besides, anything with him was a disaster waiting to happen. So you’d rather not indulge.
He was a little rough around the edges but overall you could tell his nature was very soft and sweet and the two of you shared more interests than you thought you would.
Music and even show wise. Some days the two of you would have ptv playing in the background while sprawled over his bed in your own worlds just doing nothing after completing your work and getting fried. The two of you never admitting it but obviously enjoying each other's company. Today had been one of those days. Only thing was— you were ovulating and having a hard time fighting it.
Especially with Choso in your vicinity. You thought you had a good grip. That you could handle being around him and control yourself. The man was hot as fuck you just couldn’t allow yourself to get caught up in his antics.
“It’s hot as fuck,” Choso complained, voice rough with irritation as he pushed himself up on the opposite side of the bed. He tugged at his hoodie and pulled it up and over his head. You glimpsed at him for a moment and froze one you got a glimpse of his abs.
He was always in hoodies no matter the weather. You really never thought too much of it.
The gasp that escaped you was louder than you meant it to be, cutting through the silence.
Choso paused as his eyes flicked toward you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
“N-Nothing, I—just…” You stumbled over the words. You tried to look anywhere but him, suddenly fixed on the floor, the sheets, the wall— anything that wasn’t the way he looked sitting there.
You glanced back to notice he wasn’t shirtless, nope. He had a tank top on that left barely anything to the imagination. His arms looked bigger than you realized, his shoulders broad and solid.
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a slow breath, trying to level yourself.
“Just caught a little off guard by your… size,” you admitted finally, voice lower than you intended.
A low chuckle left him as he looked at you still slightly holding the smile. His eyes suddenly dark and hungry making your heart stammer.
You pushed yourself up almost instinctively reaching for your things.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, voice lower now.
“No,” you said. “I just have to go. I have something to take care of.” A straight up lie.
The truth was you could feel your resolve being chipped at with every moment you stayed in that room and every glance he gave you.
His expression shifted. You could see the slight disappointment on his face.
“Okay,” he said, but it didn’t sound like he believed you.
Still, he stood and walked over towards you anyway. He always gave you a goodbye hug it was basically part of the routine whenever you’d leave.
His arms wrapped around you, warm and firm, and for some reason this time made you feel like you forgot how to breathe. He held you a bit longer this time, like he didn’t want you to go.
When he pulled back, his hands fell low on your hips. A lot lower than usual. Any other day you probably would’ve cussed his out, but today you looked back at him with that same same dark intensity while your heart sank straight into your stomach.
The two of you stared at each other. Neither of you willing to break it.
Then you both leaned in slowly. It started as a simple peck, your lips pulling apart almost as soon as the touched. You pulled back your eyes searching his as he did the same. You snapped and crashing your lips into his desperately as he let out a small groan. The self control that you so desperately held up? Gone.
When you finally broke apart, His hands slid lower on your waist, as he gripped firmly and lifted you like you weighed nothing making you gasp. He laid you down carefully and hovered over you.
“Take these off,” he said, tapping the side of your leg as he pulled back giving you space to do so.
You stood frozen for a moment, but you listened.
Slowly, while your fingers trembled you pulled your pants down. The tension growing heavier as he looked at you with an intensity that made your knees weak. When you finally got them off he said nothing while taking note of the growing pool of arousal in your underwear.
His hand made it’s way to your waist, and his lips connected with yours again. Deeper, hungrier, desperate. Finally being able to release what he had been holding back for too long.
You clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, as the slightest whimper escaped your mouth. He groaned in response as the kiss got more messy.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
“You wanna do this?” he asked.
His voice was quieter now, the lust still there, but something more serious underneath it.
You nodded, reaching for him again, but he caught your wrist gently.
“I’m gonna need you to speak up, baby,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your chin. “Use your words.”
Your lips parted, voice shaky. “Yes, please Choso.”
He shifted back as he pulled his pants down. His dick springing back hitting his stomach making you gasp.
“We can stop anytime you want,” he said immediately, voice somehow steady despite everything. His hand rubbed your hip reassuringly grounding you. “Just tell me, okay?”
You swallowed hard, then nodded again.
“Okay,” you whispered. Remembering to speak.
—
When he pressed against your entrance you tensed up gripping his hand feeling the way he was stretching you out. Your eyes squeezed shut, as he leaned down, murmuring in your ear, reminding you to breathe.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you.”
It was hard to tell how long he had been kissing you, rubbing circles on your clit, and reassuring you before he was finally able to bottom out as the both of you let out a strained uncontrollable moan.
His head dropped into your neck as he tried hard not to lose himself.
“You feel so good,” he cooed.
He kept his pace slow, almost torturous in the beginning. You held him as he sat up and looked you in the eyes.
“You look so beautiful” he murmured. Watching you fall apart under him.
You whimpered in response trying to shift back but he grabbed your waist, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His lips met your neck as he left kisses. You could feel his breath hitch against your skin.
“Baby, I can’t—” you pleaded, voice breaking.
“Yes, you can,” he cut in softly. “You’re doing so good.”
You bit your lip as he tilted your chin downward gently, forcing you to meet where the two of you connected. You watched a white ring formed around the base of his dick as you felt him dragging across your walls with every stroke.
“Look at that Angel,” he murmured. “You’re taking me soo well.” He cooed.
“Fuckk” you groaned out as you grabbed him tighter feeling your release approach.
“Choso—” you gasped, voice shaking. “I’m about to cum”
“You wanna show me how good I’m doing and cum on this dick?” he said as your body arched up into him as he held you through it before finishing shortly after on your stomach.
A moment later, he collapsed forward. The room was filled only with the two of you trying to catch your breath. He shifted slightly caressing your face. His eyes softer now.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded, still dazed, still catching your breath as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
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Thinking about making this a series 🤸🏽♀️ tell me if you guys would like that.
Your Best Friend Choso was completely out of his body.
Crossfaded, eyes red, glossy, and unfocused. Cheeks flushed red all over and whatever walls he normally kept up were long gone. Somewhere between the blunts and many shots that Gojo passed his way.
He was certainly having a night to remember. Although he likely wouldn’t remember it. Only the gaps that everyone would fill in that he was certain to regret.
Gojo and Geto were currently screaming at each other over a game of beer pong, red solo cups scattered across the table, beer sloshing onto the floor as they argued about a shot that definitely counted.
“Suguru you leaneddd!”
“I didn’t fucking lean!”
“Bro, we just watched you—”
You watched from a distance, amused, sipping your drink slowly as bass rattled and bodies were packed together. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and cheap liquor. Then something caught your attention.
A girl cut through the crowd.
She was stunning. Definitely an eye catcher. Her hips swaying with ease as she walked towards him. Every step was deliberate, seductive, in a way where it came off naturally. She knew exactly who she was. Her allure was magnetic, causing their eyes to lock almost immediately.
Your gut turning as his ears burned red, licking his lips while he stared. For a second he looked a bit nervous, overwhelmed even by her beauty, but the alcohol simply didn’t let him fall too deep into it and somehow he ended up flirting back with her. Confidently. You honestly didn’t know he had it in him.
Geto and Gojo fell silent mid-argument, noticing the girl who was now in Choso’s personal space.
You watched as she whispered into his ear making him laugh softly nodding.
Then she reached for him.
“Let’s dance.” You could read from her lips
You watched as she took his hand and pulled him toward the open space near where you and Utahime were standing. Choso followed almost eagerly. All he did was smile wide, unguarded, and intoxicated. You could see it then. His pupils were blown wide. Dark and hungry with lust.
You hated that it made your stomach twist. You hated that you felt a sharp ache in your chest. A part of you wished that you could walk up to him like that. That you had that kind of confidence. That kind of hold over him.
You never wanted the stupid best friend title. You just didn’t know how to ask for more. You were basically watching someone live your dream.
Gojo snapped you out of it, tapping you with the back of his hand. You hadn’t even seen him walk over you were so out of it.
“I just made a bet with Geto,” he yelled directly into your ear over the music, breath hot with alcohol. “On whether or not Choso’s getting laid by the end of the night.”
You laughed, forcing it knowing that sounded like an absolute nightmare for you. The thought made you feel sick.
You glanced back at Choso. He was completely gone now. His hands resting her hips as she leaned into his chest, bodies swaying together. He looked so dazed, mesmerized.
“She’s so hot,” he mouthed toward you and Utahime over her shoulder, grinning.
“I’m definitely winning that bet,” Gojo laughed.
“Most stupid bet ever!” Utahime shouted. “I hope you lose!”
“Aww, mad you’re not getting any play tonight?” Gojo teased.
“I don’t need any—” Utahime started, but her voice was drowned out as a song dropped that made the crowd scream.
The energy shifted instantly, girls ran to the dance floor, and phones came out. Geto and Gojo exchanged looks befofe moving towards Choso just as the girl turned around pressing her ass onto him. Geto grabbed one of his arms, Gojo grabbed the other, confusing him as they leaned him back giving the girl the perfect angle to work with.
Then the beat dropped.
Her body sank perfectly into his lap, flashlights from every direction as people started recording. She moved like water, perfect rhythm, hips snapping back against him in a way that made the crowd lose their minds.
Choso bit his lip, eyes dark, completely hypnotized.
You stood frozen, jaw dropped along with Utahime’s as cheers erupted around you. The girl dropped down, touching her toes without even breaking rhythm. Her talent undeniable. She felt the bulge in his pants and began grinding slower, teasingly. Looking back at him biting her lip.
The video ended with someone turning the flash onto Gojo who was screaming about how he was absolutely winning that bet.
Choso stared at the phone in Toji’s hand frozen in complete awe. The video replayed again. The girl moving on him like she owned the moment. The cheers, the lights, Gojo’s voice in the background yelling something obnoxious. His stomach twisted as the clip ended once again.
His head pounded, but still there was nothing. No memory. Just a blank space where the night should’ve been.
“What bet?” Choso asked, rubbing at his temple as he looked toward Gojo.
Gojo clicked his tongue. “Doesn’t matter now.” He pulled a couple twenties from his pocket and slapped them into Geto’s waiting hand, jaw tight with irritation. “Bullshit.”
Geto laughed under his breath. “Told you.”
“You had the perfect chance to get laid, Choso,” Gojo went on. Choso stared completely lost at where the conversation was going. “The perfect chance. She was grinding on you the whole night after that.”
Choso blinked, brow furrowing. “You guys… made a bet on whether or not I was gonna get laid?”
Toji scoffed. “Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “I should’ve put money on it too.”
The floorboards creaked softly.
The conversation dying once you walked in
You looked like you’d just rolled out of bed. Hair slightly messy, face bare, eyes still heavy with sleep.
Empty beer cans, solo cups, a bra slung over the back of a chair that nobody knew who it belonged to, and lingering smell of last night still clung to the air.
Your eyes looked around the room, then landed on Choso.
He froze.
Something in his chest tightened. His gaze stayed on you a second longer than it did anyone else.
You looked normal. Calm.
You rubbed your eye, yawning softly. “Why is everyone staring?”
“Toji showed Choso the video,” Utahime muttered from the couch, curled up with a blanket.
“Oh,” you said, far too calmly. Although your stomach twisted reminiscing the way you felt last night.
Choso looked away from you then, jaw tightening as he put a hand over his face. His hair was a wild mess. No pigtails and he had dark circles in his eyes. He looked painfully sober.
“Can’t believe that happened”. he said.
Sukuna chuckled. “Happened is putting it lightly.”
You moved farther into the room, carefully stepping around the cups, pretending to act like your chest hadn’t tightened the second you remembered his hands on her hips.
“Well,” you shrugged. “You were drunk. Stuff happens.”
Choso’s eyes looked back at you immediately. Maybe the bitterness in your tone had been louder than you realized.
“Did I—” He stopped himself, brows furrowed as he tried to piece together the night before. “Did I do anything stupid?”
You didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at him.
“Yeah,” Gojo said. “You danced. You flirted. You got grinded on and completely sold the bag.” He smacked his lips making room erupt in laughter.
“But nothing past that,” he added with a shrug. “Hence why I lost forty bucks.”
Choso let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch
“That’s… good.”
“Hell it is,” Gojo said pissed off
You finally looked at Choso then.
“Do you really not remember anything at all?” you asked quietly.
He shook his head. “All a blur.” His stare lingering on you longer than necessary. “I remember you being there, though.”
The room seemed to shrink around the two of you.
Eyes locking just a second too long. Long enough for teasing grins to spread across the room.
“No shit,” Utahime muttered. “Who wasn’t?”
“I think I know what I’m placing my next bet on,” Toji said with a chuckle, tearing your attention away from Choso.
“No.”
The word came out sharper than you intended.
Choso blinked sitting up “Why’d you say it like that?” he asked almost offended.
“Like what”
“Like it’s a bad thing.”
“Are we not best friends?” you said back, brows furrowing.
“But you said it like it was a problem with me.” He rebutted.
“Are friends supposed to fuck?” You said.
The room went dead silent for half a second.
“Sometimes,” Geto blurted. Laughter broke out instantly.
Choso didn’t find anything funny.
Instead, he looked at you. Eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re acting weird,” he said bluntly.
“No, you’re acting weird, Cho,” you snapped.
“You’ve been tense since you walked in,” he argued, throwing his hands up. “Like you’re pissed about something.”
“No I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have,” Sukuna cut in flatly. That was it and you turned around storming out of the room.
Leaving the group in an awkward silence as everyone turned to look at Choso.
“What just happened?” Utahime asked, frozen before she stood and hurried after you.
Choso clenched his jaw, irritation written all over his face.
“You think that was bad?” Sukuna said, breaking the tension. “You should’ve seen her last night. Definitely jealous.”
Then he remembered. Your smile last night. It never quite reaching your eyes. He remembers thinking it looked weird for a split second. Too drunk to think any deeper about it. Choso dragged a hand down his face and exhaled.
“Fuck.”
You had feelings for him. Suddenly everything made sense.
The late-night calls. The looks that lingered a second too long. The way you always noticed him. Even the slightest details. You always showed up more than anyone else.
He hadn’t imagined it. He wasn’t delusional. You didn’t just want to be friends.
He stood.
“Ah,” Geto said as he walked out. “It’s clicking.”
He found you down the hall, sitting with Utahime. His chest tightened when he heard the soft, broken sniffle you tried to hide.
You were crying. It was because of him.
Utahime noticed him first. She studied his face for a moment before standing.
“Tell him,” she said quietly.
She walked past him without another word, leaving the two of you alone in the dim hallway.
Choso hesitated. Then opened his room door and nodded for you to come inside. You followed, head down.
He closed the door behind you.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing tears off you cheeks. “I’m sorry I was acting weird, Cho.”
“I just—” You swallowed hard. “I have feelings for you. I always have.” The words blurted out now, trembling. “I never knew how to tell you. Yesterday— made me really jealous, seeing you with someone like that.”
Choso stared at you in awe.
“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted.
“That’s okay,” you said quickly. “I know things can’t be the same after this. I can’t keep pretending I’m fine anymore. I just—”
You turned to leave.
He caught you before you could reach the door. He spun you back, stepping in hovering over you.
“Look at me.” He demanded.
“I don’t want things to be the same.” he said “I stayed friends with you because I thought that was what you wanted.”
You nodded
“No”
Just then, he leaned in.
Close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. He was hesitant. His forehead on yours, noses nearly touching, and for a brief moment he paused. Eyes glancing down to your lips then back up again. You could tell he was about to ask. You didn’t give him the chance to.
You lunged forward, lips crashing into his with a soft gasp. He kissed you back just as eagerly, hands finding your waist pulling you against him.
Your fingers slid up, tangling behind his neck in his hair as the kiss deepened. It got sloppy fast like the two of you were trying to make up for all the time you’d wasted pretending this wasn’t what you wanted.
He stepped in closer, one leg pressing between yours, sending a shiver through you, a quiet moan slipping out before you could stop it. He smiled against your mouth, kissing you.
“I can’t believe someone like you,” he murmured “gets jealous of other women.”
“I’m ashamed,” you admitted, eyes dropping.
He tipped your chin back up gently, making you to meet his eyes.
They were burning with desire. It made your stomach flutter intensely.
Before either of you could say anything else, something slid across the floor beneath the door and bumped into his foot.
Both of you froze and looked down.
It was a condom.
Then a voice from the other side of the door.
“Bro, please,” Satoru’s voice pleaded. “I just went double or nothing with Suguru.” Choso dropped his head against your shoulder while the both of you laughed.
Content: Husband!Satoru x Black Wife!Reader (Did I do that right? Idk) - remastered it since it seems like y’all like this 🥹
The rays of sunlight illuminated the kitchen. You stood at the stove, humming softly, while the kids’ laughter echoed from the living room with their feet running against the hardwood floors. Then came the familiar sound of Satoru’s heavy footsteps, finally awake, he snuck behind you positioning his head in the crook of your neck as he pressed his chest on your back and wrapped his hands around your waist rocking you side to side making you smile as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Neither of you noticed your son watching curiously.
“Dad. How did you and Mom meet?” Your son asked watching the two of you. You felt a wide smirk spread across Satoru’s face before he sat up to approach your son. He crouched down roughing up his fro slightly before beginning his story.
“Well,” he said dramatically. “Your mom and I went to the same high school. I used to see her all the time. Never talked to her though. She was way too focused on school. Huge nerd.” He says making you roll your eyes playfully as you smile noticing your daughter had approached to listen also.
“We were both late for class one day, and she came flying around the corner. We bumped into each other— her books fell—” He said with a long pause almost as if he were withholding something which slightly perplexed you, but he continued.
“Then I seen dat ass I was like DAMN BITCH.” The room exploded into chaos. The kids dropped to the floor laughing so hard they could barely breathe. You immediately grab the decorative towel on the stove and begin swinging it at him as he tries his best to dodge it.
“SATORU WATCH YOUR MOUTH AROUND OUR CHILDREN!” He dodged left, then right, barely managing to avoid the smacks because his laughter was that strong.
“I had to add a little razzle dazzle?” He said between his laugher throwing his hands up in surrender. You tried to step back and stop him from hugging you but he lunged forward and wrapped you up in his arms anyway, rocking you side to side until your frustration turned into laughter.
Then suddenly the smoke alarm began roaring through the house.
“DAMN BITCH!” your son yelled, quoting Satoru before dashing out of the kitchen with his sister.
You looked over at Satoru who was frozen. Guilt written all over his face.
“I’ll, uh… fix that,” he muttered, backing out of the kitchen to go after them.
You turned back to the food fanning the smoke away with the towel, a helpless laugh bubbling up.
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